A First Date
I was enjoying being alone
In my dimly lit comfort zone
Reading about Joey Ramone
In the latest issue of Rolling Stone
'Hey ho, let's go' I awkwardly sang
Then the kitchen telephone rang
I heard a hello with a country twang
It was that girl I wanted to bang
I was a little nervous at first
Took a drink to quench my thirst
Pick-up lines were well rehearsed
But still, planned for the worst
She was returning my earlier call
Felt a tightness in my abdominal wall
Would she go to the shopping mall?
Watch a movie starring Steven Seagal?
Maybe go eat and then roller skate?
Impress her with my one-legged figure eight
Whatever she wants, I'll accommodate
I swallowed hard and asked her for a date
My stomach was full of butterflies
She said yes much to my surprise
Wow, talk about the highest of highs
Jokingly, I asked if she liked french fries
She forced a laugh at my juvenile joke
Burn! She asked if I was cheap or just broke
I nearly died from a massive stroke
Said I didn't mean it, I just misspoke
That moment is when we both knew
No telling what this would develop into
I suggested chicken cordon bleu
At a new restaurant named Katmandu
But that is all long ago in the past
Time was slow then, now it's fast
Grateful she said yes when I asked
For today, she takes my name at last
poem by Charles Hancock
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No Questions Asked
Written by stevie nicks.
When I see him, I feel him
Theres an intensness
In him, in his eyes
He wants me to be with him
He wants me with him now
She just seems to be missing
How could that happen anyhow
So how can you say
Well I dont know what love is
You havent and you have no time for it
You feel completely indifferent
You feel pushed up against the wall
And then one day it just almost goes away
You spend lots of time alone
Sometimes you spend years
And you just miss those arms that used to go around you
Night after night
No questions asked and
Who cares, the cold wind of it all, everytime
Well its hard to be civil and its
Real hard to be nice
But you did it my love everytime
So how can you say well I cant see you
Not now, not tomorrow, not until its right
Not until
None of us is pushed up against the wall
I dont know, the cold wind doesnt get you anymore
So today she says well Ive changed my mind
Thats a womans right they say
Well Im frightened and Im lost and i
Cant give you up, not now I need you now
Im broken-hearted, broke down
Like a little girl
Well I need you now, well Im broken hearted
Well I broke down, like a little girl
(I need you now no questions asked)
Well I broke down like a little girl
(I need you now no questions asked)
I broke down like a little girl
(need you now no questions asked)
I broke down like a little girl
Well like a little girl
(need you now no questions asked)
Like a little girl
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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I Hate Eating Alone In Public
I sat alone to eat at a restaurant today
For the first time in public today
I gotta say I hate eating alone
I used to ask total strangers to eat with me
And I would tell them that I would pay
So they would eat with me
This one guy must of thought I liked him
And that wasn't the case
I just wanted someone to eat with me
He gave me compliments
We had a great conversation
It was fun eating with him
Than I realized
He thought we were on a date
When he said
I never had a girl ask me out
But I didn't have the heart to tell him
I only asked him out to eat
Because I didn't want to eat alone in public
He asked for my number
So I gave him my number
But I never called him back
And if that had been a date
I would of called him back
But it wasn't a date
Now I'm sitting in a restaurant eating alone
And having all these people stare at me
And it make it worse they're all here with a date
And I'm eating here alone
Change
The other day I walked accross the street
i couldnt believe what I appeared to see...
as I looked at a poor boy who came to me
I asked him his name and he didnt know
he just asked me for change.
I asked where is your mum?
he just asked me for change
I asked where is your dad?
he just asked me for change
I asked will someone come?
he just asked me for change
I asked why are you sad?
with no response to my question there was a pause...
but then once again he asked me for change
see, as i watched him dissapear with his pain
I realised that he actualy asked me...
for a change.
poem by Daniel McCann
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Hard For Them to Believe
I was asked,
At a time...
If I knew what I was doing?
As if my thoughts,
Could not produce my deeds.
As if my efforts,
Did not match where I lived.
Since I was born and lived in the ghetto.
And I should not be aware or know,
Of those things I did!
As If my blackness was for them limited!
Like it was for friends I had,
And some relatives.
All believing then I was trying to be white...
And not the black neighborhood kid!
Who did for me,
What I knew was right!
They believed I should be,
That kind to clown and be down to Earth.
And not have a mind as creative as mine!
With dreams to fulfill...
That broke down barriars and walls,
Others believed I existed behind!
And not to know my own value or worth.
Or reach for heights...
Few I knew took effort to climb!
I was asked,
At a time...
If I knew what I was doing?
I am not asked 'that' question anymore.
Today,
Some try to downplay...
My affect!
But I had always known,
To be grateful to be blessed.
And let God handle the rest!
I was asked,
At a time...
If I knew what I was doing?
Of course I knew.
From the very beginning.
But the few who did not know...
Now they do too!
And nothing has changed...
From where I live,
To what I do.
And that is a fact...
Hard for them to believe!
That I can say who I am.
Be who I am.
Stay where I am and know it!
AND achieve!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Will Come Back For You
I'm sure I recognised her face
and I felt as if she knew mine too
I wanted to ask her where we'd met
but it didn't seem the right thing to do.
She then asked me how have I been?
as it had been such a very long while
now for some reason that made me feel uneasy
so I coughed nervously and tried to smile.
She went on to tell me so many things
that nearly knocked me off my feet
she even knew where I was living
and told me the name of the street.
She continued to talk all about my life
but I still never asked her how or why
and when I asked her where she had come from?
she smiled gently and pointed up to the sky.
'Are you my Guardian Angel then,
come down here to take me away
you seem to know all about me
even when I was a little boy at play? '
She never answered to this question
but before she left she kissed me on my head
then she just floated away from my view
the next thing I knew I awoke in my bed.
But I know that I wasn't just dreaming
as it felt so real and alive and true
and I know that she'll return again one day
because she whispered I'll come back for you.
poem by Kevin Halls
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One for Ramana
The thunder asked
what is lightning?
The root asked
why is a flower?
The pupil asked
who is the teacher?
The space asked
where is everyone?
The circle asked
when is the end?
The stillness asked
whence word?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I Told Myself
I told myself
You do love me
Is it really true?
She asked me
I told myself
You care for me
Are you really sure?
She asked me
I told myself
You do miss me
As often as you?
She asked me
I told myself
You need me too
Are you guessing?
She asked me
I told myself
You never tell me
Why on Earth?
She asked me
I told myself
You hide a lot…
Is that friendship?
She asked me
I told myself
You think too much
Does he not feel?
She asked me
Tell me, my love
What shall I say?
To all those queries
That she asked me...
How should I answer?
What should I ponder?
Tell me the truth
For she still asks me...
You For Me
And Me For You
Is it the Future?
One last Question
She did ask me.
I don’t have the answers
Yet she keeps asking me…
May be, she knows,
One day, one moment
You’ll let her know
How you feel for me...
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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I Asked God
“When I Asked God for Strength
He Gave Me Difficult Situations to Face
When I Asked God for Brain & Brown
He Gave Me Puzzles in Life to Solve
When I Asked God for Happiness
He Showed Me Some Unhappy People
When I Asked God for Wealth
He Showed Me How to Work Hard
When I Asked God for Favors
He Showed Me Opportunities to Work Hard
When I Asked God for Peace
He Showed Me How to Help Others
God Gave Me Nothing I Wanted
He Gave Me Everything I Needed.”
poem by Shivani Nalkar
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Experience Is God
I asked, ‘What comes with birth? '
Born and see, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is said to be education? '
Study and see God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is knowledge? '
Know and see God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is kindness? '
Be kind and shower, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is love? '
Share with others, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What pleasure do you get from wife? '
Marry and experience, God ordered!
I asked, ‘Who is child to you? '
Get a child for you, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is old age? '
Become old and observe God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is poverty? '
Toil and see God ordered!
I asked, ‘What happens after death? '
Die and see God ordered!
If anyone wants to know what is life,
And he has to experience and know,
Then why are you, GOD?
GOD said, ‘O' poor man,
The experience itself is ME!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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This And That
I ASKED FOR BREAD!
A STONE THEY GAVE ME!
I ASKED FOR WATER!
A CUP OF VENOM THEY GAVE ME!
I ASKED FOR MEAT!
LO! VEGETABLES THEY GAVE ME!
I ASKED FOR CLOTHES!
AND THEY GAVE ME RAGS!
I ASKED FOR WEALTH!
AND THEY GAVE ME POVERTY!
I ASKED FOR PEACE!
AND THEY GAVE ME TROUBLES!
I ASKED FOR LOVE!
AND THEY GAVE ME WICKEDNESS!
TEMPT NOT THIS LORD!
ASK ME NOT FOR HELP!
FOR I SHALL GIVE TO YOU AS YOU GAVE TO ME!
TEMPT ME NOT I SAY!
ASK ME NOT FOR THIS!
FOR I SHALL GIVE YOU THAT!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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You Folks Don't Know What You Want
You wanted to receive it.
And you told me to keep it real.
Why do you hold your stomach...
As if you are sick?
Why do you wave your hand?
You wish for more...
Or do you wish for me to stop it?
Which is it?
Give me a sign by patting your foot.
Two means stop.
And one means go!
Don't give me that look.
I don't understand now what you want!
Because both arms are swinging wildly.
And you are stomping both feet,
Crazily on the floor!
In this quiet restaurant.
'No...
We are fine.
We are having a business meeting.
Sorry for the distraction.'
Are you choking?
Just to provoke?
Just to create a scene...
To get others to watch you,
Try to demean?
You asked me!
Remember that.
You folks 'today' don't know what you want!
Falling to the floor and rolling,
Was not one of the options.
You asked 'me'.
Remember that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Pink Dream
Rio sunrise sucking on a straw
I rub my head and stagger out the door
And head into the bright new beautiful day
And the way she pulls me in
Sucks my breath away i asked her for some time
And she just made me it
I asked her maybe why?
And she just gave me it never smile
Never stare
She doesn't seem to care at all
Never cry
Never scream
She doesn't really seem to need me at all
Fourteen weeks i stay away from home
A hundred days a part of me unknown
Apart in pink and perfect moments play
And as a wonder of the world
She sucks my breath away
I asked her for some time
And she just made me it
I asked her maybe why?
And she just gave me it
So i asked her could be heaven?
And she just prayed me it...
She didn't want to know my name
She didn't want to know how long we had together
Spending time as if tomorrow never comes
I didn't want to know the end
I didn't want to go but slowly found me home again
And slow again tomorrow comes
But it was all so far away
And so long ago
I hardly ever think about her anymore
Except sometimes when the summer twilight breeze
Carries me the scent of faraway rain
I remember...
And she still sucks my breath away
song performed by by Cure
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A Different Direction
Once I was asked for just some affection
to lay down beside just to hold and comfort
I said no it was a pretense to get me to let go
Then I was asked didn't I ever want just affection
I said no I wanted love and love was in another direction
your expression of pain and sorrow hurt as you softly said
and what of tomorrow
I walked away glade to get away
and never thought about tomorrow
until today for today is that tomorrow
and oh how just a little affection now
would take away so much sorrow
So now in my pain as I long for affection
I remember when I chose a different direction.
poem by Steven Sabathie
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Mum And Dad's Silly Sayings
If you keep looking that way your face will stay,
Said my mum when I pulled a face one day;
What made her say it, how could it be?
It seemed so very silly, would it happen to me?
I have eyes in the back of my head, was it true?
So my sister searched for them, but no can do,
Where would a second pair of eyes ever be?
No, we couldn't find them, wasn't that funny?
I think of another saying she said to us three,
When we asked for her to give us some money;
Do you think, that I'm rich, or money grows on the tree?
So why would she say that, we never ever did see.
There was another one, when we asked how they met,
Was told in the cabbage patch, but was she a bug or a pet?
And then dad said to our surprise, we met in when in the cot,
But when we asked them how, it seemed to put them in a spot.
So! Why do parents go on with such talk, it doesn't make sense,
Like if we wanted take away,, let's do window shopping it's no expense;
But looking and not buying never filled us at all, we still were hungry,
And when we asked again and said I'm hungry, she'd say hello hungry.
I glad I don't go on like my mother and my dad,
The silly and ridiculous sayings, sure made me mad;
How could they say them, when they were not real,
Mum's say we are stupid, and don't care how we feel.
poem by Margaret Haig
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They had asked for me because they wanted a younger girl, but Mum asked if she could bring Kylie along because she didn't want there to be any jealously.
quote by Dannii Minogue
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Long Lost Daughter
This poem was inspired by a storyline on the TV show 'Casualty', when Colette's long lost daughter found her.
My Mum came to see me at work,
Asking to speak to me urgently.
She had recieved a phone call
From my long lost daughter, Natalie.
Then one day, Natalie turned up at work.
I was taken by surprise:
She was a beautiful young lady now,
And was stood before my very eyes.
I asked my boss for an hour's break.
Natalie and I went for a walk.
We had a lot of catching up to do,
And had a good heart to heart talk.
She asked why I had her adopted
And I had to tell her the truth.
My Mum had told me if I kept her,
I was no longer welcome under her roof.
I was fifteen at the time.
I was alone and very afraid.
Soon after I had her, she was whisked away,
And so it was at home I stayed.
She asked about her father,
But he left me years ago.
When he discovered I was pregnant,
He just didn't want to know.
Sixteen years had passed
Since I gave my little girl away,
But eventhough life carried on,
I thought about her every day.
Only those close to me knew of her existence.
I'd kept her a secret all that time,
But now the time had finally arrived,
To tell the world, Natalie was mine!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Talking PooH
I asked my friend
What do you call Cow PooH?
He said: Flap, or Cow Flop
I asked my friend
What do you call Horse PooH?
He said: Horse apples or Balls
I asked my friend
What do you call Rabbit PooH?
He said: Rapido Raisins
I then asked him
What is the capital of China
He did not know the answer
I said then to him
All you can talk about is Sh*t
poem by David Darbyshire
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Throw Caution to Wind
When I was down with a stomach ailment,
And was asked to abstain
From my favourite foods and condiments,
I didn’t complain.
When my blood pressure became too high,
And the doctor asked me to lose weight
So I could live long,
I thought money on the gym was well spent.
When I injured my back
I was asked to take bed rest,
It didn’t help
So I felt quite upset.
But now they tell me it could be cancer,
Because some abnormal cells they found during a routine test.
And have warned me I could be in danger,
But we will do our best.
Finally I have thrown caution to winds,
And follow my own instinct.
Everything can be cured with laughter
And spending time in nature.
So I have booked a ticket,
For a flight on the internet
To take me on the seaside,
Where my best friend lives on the beach.
I know we will laugh
Till our sides burst out.
Watch the sun, waves and bright fishing boats
With my feet wet with sand, sitting on a black rock.
I have always believed in nature cure,
And healing power of laughter.
Living in fear is not my cup of tea
So I am off to revel in sun, sand and sea.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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We have been such Great Friends
love, it is rude
for you to ask me
to give up what has
been closest to my heart
- my special rights, my roses
i felt offended,
dishonoured, insecure
and of course furious
you have asked
for the one thing
that means quite the
most to me
perhaps, you do not
treasure me anymore
and want to part ways
let me be blunt about it
to drive some brains into you
it is also in the way
you have asked
not that i care a hoot about
what you have asked
but to ask me to give up
my freedom, is stepping
on my freedom
tearing up my world
you would have wronged me
less if you have just asked
or even pleaded with me
whether to have that special rights
shared with you, extended to you
the former earns you a scorn
the latter you know the way that i am
a laugh together with you or even at you
you know we have been such great friends
and you know the way i am
you should not have even asked
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Recollection - First Poetic Impulse
my first poetic impulse
was in my pre school days
i must have been only four
years old lying sweet on the
kitchen floor one fine morning
sucking on my milk bottle
out on the tip of a pointed roof
a magpie had gathered itself
comfortably and started singing
its heart out to the sun just beginning
to warm up the new day
its song was edged like the roof
pointed here and there
in the rhythm and fractured tone
of a disconcerted soul
complaining all the world's
injustices to the heavens
like a chirpy woman crying mad about
poor treatments of her in laws
it sang for so long i was
provoked to ask the bird
what it was pining all about
about the black and white
of its days?
i asked and it sang
i asked and it sang
beak pointed to the sky
i asked and it sang
i asked and it sang
until it thought it was done
and flew away without a note
leaving a trail of silence and
melancholy on an empty
roof, the morning and -
an unrequited heart
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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