A Bolthole
Everyone needs a bolthole
where you can run off to.
Somewhere to go
to let your hair down
around like minded
who don’t really care.
A place where you can
find solitude
and laughter.
Where you can disappear
to escape all the problems
that might be troubling you.
I am lucky I found mine
where I can act a different life,
be a different person
with none of the world’s
troubles and strife.
17 March 2008
poem by David Harris
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You've Got Your Troubles
you've got your troubles
Fortunes
I see that worried look upon your face,
You've got your troubles, i got mine.
She's found somebody else to take your place;
You've got your troubles, i got mine.
I too have lost my love today,
All of my dreams have flown away.
Now just like you i sit and wonder why;
You've got your troubles, i got mine.
You need some sympathy, well so do i,
You've got your troubles, i got mine.
She used to love me, that i know,
And it don't seem so long ago
That we were walking, that we were talking
The way that lovers do.
And so forgive me if i seem unkind,
You've got your troubles, i got mine.
(counter: and it must seem to you, my friend
That i ain't got no pity for you,
Well, that ain't true,
You see i love that little girl, little girl, little
Girl.)
I'd help another place, another time,
You've got your troubles, i got mine.
You've got your troubles, i got mine.
You've got your troubles, i got mine.
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Someone Else’s Life
The grass is always greener
in someone else’s garden
and you would like to be there.
Would you also like their troubles
and even their despair?
I shouldn’t think so
as it is better to have
the problems you know
than the problems you don’t.
So before you wish for someone else’s life,
remember this,
their life could be
far worse than your own.
2 March 2008
poem by David Harris
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Escape
Paint on my cruel or happy face
I hide me behind it
It takes me inside another place where no-one can find it
Escape
I get out when I can
Escape
Anytime I can
Escape
I'm crying in my beer Escape
Just get me out of here
Don't get me wrong
Don't get me right
I'm not like you are
When I get home from work at night
I'm blacker and bluer
So I escape
I get out when I can
Escape
Anytime I can
Escape
I'm crying in my beer Escape
Just get me out of here
Where am I running to?
There's no place to go
Just put on my makeup and get me to the show
Yeah
Escape
My doctor said just come around
You'll be taken care of
And while he ran my problems down
I stole his mascara
That's how I escape
I get out when I can
Escape
Anytime I can
Escape
I'm crying in my beer Escape
Just get me out of here
Escape
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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The light in my life
Since i was a little girl ive gone through nothing but harships.
I found my way with nothing lighting the way.
Ive been battered and bruised.
Ive been torn apart and stolen from my family.
Ive been lied to by everyone i ever trusted.
But theres always been one person who takes me away from all that.
She takes me away from this evil world.
She helps me find a solution when i think there is none.
She helps me know wrong from right.
she helps me to go on in life.
I've tried to end my life numerous amounts of times.
But she came along and picked me up off the ground and cleaned my internal wounds.
She wiped away the tears caused by others.
I would do anything for her.
i would die in her place.
just to let her live yet another day.
she is the light in my life.
when the sun is gone she is there.
making all the pain disappear.
I never thought i could find anyone like this.
but shes been here all along.
She finds a way to buy me presents when she has no money.
She showed me what happened and why.
The person whose done this for me is my mother.
There is no other.
My mom is the light in my life.
She brings joy to my strife.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Lonely Roads
Sometimes we walk down lonely roads
and the whole world seems against us.
Then we’ll have a chance meeting
and our world will change.
Through that meeting, we find a friend
to help us through the rough times in our lives.
A person who will take it upon themselves
to lead us through the troubles
that besiege our lives.
Lift us up when we are down;
bring a smile to our face
when all we can do is frown.
They take the burdens we are faced with
and persuade them to go away.
When we want to thank them,
all they say is don’t thank me
as you maybe able to do
the same for me someday.
21 March 2008
poem by David Harris
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I Say With Fingers Crossed
Woke up this morning,
didn’t seize the moment well,
defeat was every corner,
whichever way I took.
It started with a blood test;
you know the type
where you have to starve yourself
for twelve hours.
The one where they can test
your cholesterol.
It wasn’t until I got there I found
there was two test you can have.
One you can’t eat anything
and with the other one you can
I was down for the latter
and I didn’t know.
I starved myself
only to find I didn’t need to.
Then I changed my Internet Supplier
and had problems one after the other.
The day was beginning
to look like another total disaster.
The more I tried,
the worse it got.
Eventually after a lot of trial and error
and almost pulling out my hair.
The problems resolved themselves
when it was time to go to bed.
Tomorrow can only get better,
I say with fingers crossed.
12 March 2008
poem by David Harris
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Escape In Music
Key:-
A - anita
R - ray
A: sometimes you need to break away
R; come on!
A: get on your feet now, and dont be lazy!
Get on your feet now, and lets go crazy!
Theres sometimes you just need to get away from the troubles and worries of every day
All you have to do, yeah, you know the trick: just escape in the music!
R: woow, uh uh, yeah come on!
A: hehh....
R: I mark the spot when the floor gets hot
Creative enough, easy but tough
The life we living strange and rough
All these situations- man, Ive had enough
We have to escape in the music today
Take it from me dancefloor filler ray
We gotta get away, gotta disappear
So release your feet and lend me your ear
A: get on your feet now, and dont be lazy!
Get on your feet now, and lets go crazy!
Theres sometimes you just need to get away from the troubles and worries of every day
All you have to do, yeah, you know the trick: just escape in the music!
Theres sometimes you just need to get away from the troubles and worries of every day
All you have to do, yeah, you know the trick: just escape in the music!
A; woow yeah!
R: bang, bang in your face
Bang, bang in your face
Come on!
A: escape in music!
Baby, yeah
R: uh uh, yeah, come on!
R: once youre with the music, it becomes addiction
It fascinates like science fiction
Youre on a joyride, the tempo aint slow
Everybody knows that you got to go
All surrounded by musical notes
The mighty dancefloor becomes a road
We gotta get away, we gotta disappear
3-2-1, Im outta here!
R: we gotta get away, gotta disappear
A: theres sometimes you just need to get away from the troubles and worries of every day
All you have to do, yeah, you know the trick: just escape in the music!
A: dont be lazy
Escape in music!
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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Disappear
(j farriss & michael hutchence)
Say Im crying
Im looking at whats on tv
Pain and suffering
And the struggle
To be free
It cant ever be denied and i
Never will ignore
But when I see you coming
I can take it all
Chorus
Youre so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems
All the fears
And the world seems to disappear
Say youre mine
And give yourself to the
Feelings that you know
Im needing
All that you can give me
All the things
That you do so well
Words are healing
Sweet anticipation
Making spells
As the shadows close in
Fall across all our yesterdays
Chorus
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Say if I could
Look into myself and reason
But I could never never see or
Make snese of the dealings
Turn around
Am I looking at salvation
Make me realise all that I am
You put the light inside this man
Chorus
song performed by by INXS
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A Place Of Solitude
Everyone has a place of solitude
where the world cannot invade.
Where we can sit in silence
and enjoy our own thoughts
away from everyone.
A park bench by a pond
dedicated to someone
who liked the view.
A church pew
where people sit
and ask god to see them through.
Everyone has their own place
that gives them peace of mind.
A place to rest their weary body
and leave
the rest of the world behind.
Their own space
a place of solitude.
4 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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I can't escape
I can’t escape from this place,
I am caged inside from this nightmare,
So what if you can see the darkest side of me,
Too many lies you told me,
Somebody help me,
From the person I have become,
I can’t escape from you,
Somebody help me escape from this nightmare,
We believe that I can be a good person,
Yet something sweet as you,
Just fades away like the rest,
I can’t escape from this place,
This place that calls out my name,
My heart is empty,
My eyes are black,
I am cold as ice,
Forget me,
Forget that we ever met,
I am on the edge of falling off,
My mind is scattered,
I can’t escape from this place no matter where I run to.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Cat nap
There is a quiet place I know.
where in the spring shy violets grow.
A peaceful place where I will find
I’ve left my troubles all behind.
Though it was built on long ago
When I am troubled I still go.
Back to that spot I still know where.
A single thought will take me there
and once again I find release
I sit and muse in perfect peace.
There all my troubles disappear.
Though I am there I am still here.
You think perhaps that I’m asleep
There are some secrets one must keep.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Welcome To My World
Welcome to my world
filled with love and hilarity.
Welcome to my world
built for you and me.
You open the door
and a welcome waits just for you,
a warm drink and a friendly chat.
Welcome to my world
filled with love and care.
If you lose, your way
there is a candle in the window
welcoming anyone
to stop and come in.
Welcome to my world
where the only tears you will shed
will be through the laughter there.
Come in and sit,
take the burdens off your mind.
You will always find a welcome
within this world of mine.
23 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Friends Are a Constant Reminder
Friends are a constant reminder
of how great this world is
taking all your problems
and making them disappear in an instant.
No matter how low you feel
their smiles and laughter
drives away your blue days.
Friends are a constant reminder
of just how lucky we are.
You don’t need to be a millionaire
or have the world on a string,
just so long as you have friends
you have everything.
(7 July 2011)
poem by David Harris
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Life’s Paradoxes
I drove my car as per ‘Road-Rules’,
A drunken cab hit mine head-on;
He escaped with some flimsy wounds
I lay in throes of death uncared!
I gave up smoking once for all,
And yet, I got lung cancer fast;
Another smoked until his death,
Remaining healthy, till the last.
My life was straight and honest but
In poverty, I stayed throughout;
The liars, cheaters all turned rich,
While I lay tortured, by my strife.
I studied hard and got a job;
I could not make both ends meet still;
The ‘Happy-Go-Lucky’ person,
Made millions although, he was ill!
I reared my children with great love;
They started earning such big sums;
They selfishly built their own homes;
They didn’t take care of aged parents!
A sinner lives a mansion-life;
A saintly man is pauper still;
Is Maker fair in His dealings?
I ask when frustration fills me.
Such things are found in earthly life;
The righteous must be undeterred;
All things in life are transient;
God rewards upright in Heaven!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-7-2008
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: In Strife, My Soul for God Truly Athirsts
When intense strife afills my heart with woes,
And problems of all sorts dullens my mind,
And supervenes insomnia by foes,
In God and prayer, solace I still find.
When things don’t happen timely when I want,
Immersed in grief, my heart seems wounded much,
With solutions eluding, think I can’t,
I plead and long for Maker’s magic touch.
When all seems lost in life on earth to me,
And not a person offers words of love,
In solitude, I suffer verily,
My only comfort is my God above.
In strife, my soul for God truly athirsts;
When sin-forgiven, jubilantly bursts.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-25-2006
poem by John Celes
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Lucky For You
Lucky I call you cus thats the way you make me feel.
Love in the air and the wind in my hair is makin me real.
Look out lucky theres a mountain in front of you.
And with a little luck well see it thru.
Whats lucky for me is lucky for you.
I used to think that luck was just another four letter word.
But now that I found you its the finest one Ive ever heard.
Do you see the stars now do you lucky?
Theyre not all that far, now are they lucky?
Whats lucky for you, is lucky for me,
And whats lucky for me, is lucky for you.
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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Brain's Mirror
Things are different now
Things are very different
Mine eyes when still, reminisce
Mine eyes when still, remember
That day when I ceased to individualize
That day when I ceased to materialize
I found solitude in our “used-to’s”
I found solitude in old mementos
Sometimes I jump off point reality
Sometimes I escape reality
To where there is peace and harmony
To where there is you and me
poem by Eljay Ladia
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Hey Lucky Lady
Hey lucky lady lucky lady I was once the lucky lady
I was happy with my baby I was such a lucky lady
Hey lucky lady lucky lady you are now the lucky lady
Are you happy with my baby you know you're a lucky lady you lucky lady
Lucky lady that's what I was I was happy to have his love
All a woman could wish for he was that and so much more
He was mine and how I loved him before your hands ever touched him
Long before your temptin' eyes lured my baby from my life
Hey lucky lady lucky lady...
Is it love or is it pleasure do you know you've found a treasure
Are you only having fun do you know the prize you've won
If you don't want something lasting if it's just the time you're passing
Lucky lady give him up cause I do love him very much
Hey lucky lady lucky lady...
Hey lucky lady lucky lady...
song performed by by Dolly Parton, music by Dolly Parton (1975)
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Unmannered, rude people.
There are wise people, but just the opposite too,
Who are like wild boar, roaming the planes, they do,
Every bad mannered, rude person will have many troubles,
Problems, sickness, tragic in the doubles.
The ignorant will cry, insult everybody who comes by,
Looking for answer for her righteousness, asking always why?
Until they find that all problems come from their own,
By their bad manner they will be thrown.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Hairy Woes
(This not a poem. One day I thought whether I could write about hair problems and this is what I could come up with. Have a good hair day.)
Oh all the balding men of the world! Neither split your hair nor let your hair down; instead, get up to fight against hair experts and hair industries because, you have nothing to loss except hairs, which you are already losing anyway.
The scientific study published in, 'International Journal of Fake Studies', has proven beyond doubt that, all kinds of hairs and particularly black hairs, absorb sun light and thus indirectly contribute to the global warming whereas, shining bald pates reflect sun light back into the atmosphere, thus help to make earth’s climate cool. So taking these facts in account, bald persons should be given the tax rebate in form of carbon credits whereas, high taxation should be levied on persons with hair for leaving carbon footprints behind.
It is true my friend, that you are paying the tax as well as losing your hair, but try to imagine a plight of less fortunate ones, who neither earn enough money to pay the tax nor have enough hair to loss.
'Son! Why do you worry about your hair problems; get me mustards seeds from the home, that doesn't have hair problems', thus spake enlightened sage, hearing which young man became calm.
The biggest cause of hair fall, dandruff and other hair related problems is existence of hair.
No person with hair on his head, can solve all your hair problems, neither can the person without hair.
As, not all the armies of the world, can stop the idea whose time has come so, not all the hair experts can stem the progress of baldness, whose time has come.
Only two things are universal, hair problems and human stupidity, but I have doubt about former, thus spake Einstein of hair science.
Not all the trichologists, dermatologists and hair experts together, armed with shampoos, hair oils, hair dyes and herbal ointments can cure all the hair ailments, as long as hairs are there.
As long as hairs are there, there are going to be hair problems, similarly as long as shrinks are there, there are going to be mental problems.
The hair industry expands their business by perpetuating the two myths, first is there are more hair at unwanted place and other is, there are less hair at desired place.
Hair here, hair there, hair everywhere similarly: problem here, problem there, problem everywhere.
He fell in love with her hair and married the whole girl, soon he was without hair.
In early part of his life man losses his hair to earn money then he uses same money to gain hair back.
Don't bask in a glory of the hair, you used to have in past, instead tell me, do you have gorgeous hair now?
There is some truth in a myth that the bald men are fortunate; to begin with, they don't have to spend their fortune on comb, hair products, hair cuts and last but not least girls.
There are more blondes on streets of India than women of the rest of the world put together; thanks to Garnier. Take Care.
White hair is nothing but a flag hoisted by a tired life, signaling armistice with hostile time, which eventually leads to surrender to the death.
Blessed are the monks who shave their hair themselves, a symbol of a vanity of the world, because nature is going to destroy that vanity eventually anyhow.
Oh Sinner! Vain is your attempt to hide your sins, for sins will shine in your life as bald pate shines through the sparse tufts of hair.
It is irony that the monks who do not care for their hair often have beautiful and luxuriant hair.
Trees are nothing but hair of Gaia, the earth; if you destroy, them then earth too would take her revenge by creating conditions, that won't allow the hair to stay on your crown.
More often than not, one owns heir are responsible for one owns hair fall.
If you cannot prevent hair fall, enjoy it.
15/01/2011
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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