A Stretch Too Far (Fun Poem 119)
You wake up in the morning,
give your legs a stretch,
and have a stretch too far
that leaves you getting out of bed
quicker than you got in
then dancing around the bedroom
doing some crazy Irish jig
with a cramp in your legs,
which only happens when
you have a stretch too far.
24 April 2011
poem by David Harris
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Stretch Out And Wait
On the high-rise estate
What's at the back of your mind ?
Oh, a three-day debate
On a high-rise estate
What's at the back of your mind ?
Two icy-cold hands conducting the way
It's the eskimo blood in my veins
Amid concrete and clay
And general decay
Nature must still find a way
So ignore all the codes of the day
Let your juvenile influences sway
This way and that way (this way)
This way and that way (this way)
God, how sex implores you
To let yourself lose yourself
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Oh ... let your puny body, lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say
As we lie, you say
Stretch out and ...
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Oh ... let your puny body lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say :
Will the world end in the night time ?
(i really don't know)
Or will the world end in the day time ?
(i really don't know)
And is there any point ever having children ?
Oh, i don't know
What i do know is we're here and it's now
So ... stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
There is no debate, no debate, no debate
How can you conciously contemplate
When there's no debate, no debate ?
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
song performed by by Smiths
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Stretch Out & Wait
On the high-rise estate
Whats at the back of your mind ?
Oh, a three-day debate
On a high-rise estate
Whats at the back of your mind ?
Two icy-cold hands conducting the way
Its the eskimo blood in my veins
Amid concrete and clay
And general decay
Nature must still find a way
So ignore all the codes of the day
Let your juvenile influences sway
This way and that way (this way)
This way and that way (this way)
God, how sex implores you
To let yourself lose yourself
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Oh ... let your puny body, lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say
As we lie, you say
Stretch out and ...
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Oh ... let your puny body lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say :
Will the world end in the night time ?
(I really dont know)
Or will the world end in the day time ?
(I really dont know)
And is there any point ever having children ?
Oh, I dont know
What I do know is were here and its now
So ... stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
There is no debate, no debate, no debate
How can you conciously contemplate
When theres no debate, no debate ?
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
song performed by by Smiths
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Poem from Transatlantic
Stretch sea
Stretch away sea and land
We are following thee
Thy lead is dangerous
And glorius
Stretch thyself and us
And make us live
To mount the ladder of horizons
Until we step upon the radiant plateau.
poem by Jean Toomer
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Stretch
Stretch in the morning
when you open your eyes.
Stretch those muscles
before you arise.
Be like the cat
or dog you see
who won't make a move
til its muscles are free.
Stretch out your life.
Don't move so fast.
Move a little slower
to make it last.
Be like the cat
that has nine lives.
Fall gently.
That's how one survives
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Land Called Hope
Far across the sea of suffering
lies, a land called hope
where our dreams lay sleeping
waiting for our wake up call.
We rise and stretch every morning,
hoping to stretch across that sea
and grasp one of our sleeping dreams
from that land called hope.
Each day we fail to reach it
while it is only inches away,
but our day will come.
Our arms will stretch
far within its shore
and pluck one
of our sleeping dreams
from that land called hope.
poem by David Harris
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Stretch Your Wings
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Look up to the sky,
And find a place to fly!
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Look me in my eyes!
And invite me,
With you to fly!
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Look me in my eyes!
And invite me,
With you to fly!
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Look up to the sky,
And find a place for you to fly!
Look me in my eyes!
And invite me,
With you to fly!
Together we can do...
So many fly bys!
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Me and you can do,
So much if we try!
You gotta...
Stretch those wings!
You can,
If you want to make it.
Me and you can do,
So much if we choose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stretch your legs according to the length of your kilim.
Now I'm going to put my eyelashes on and stretch my legs out and do a show.
quote by Nana Visitor
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Stretch your legs no farther than your coverlet.
Joker
You can stretch
The face only so much
Make the lines fade
For a while
But they sag later
And then stretched
Some more
Inject the botox
Lips fuller
Eyes wider
Then they sag later
And then stretched
Some more
Stretch and pull
Inject again
Stretch and pull
Some more
Until the navel
Is the dimple
On the chin -
Joker.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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From A Diving Board
you climb this certain height
towards the place
where the diving board is situated
you look down
and the pool looks like a square
the people watching you somehow
looking like ants looking at you
and then you stand still
look to the sky
and take a deep breath
you make the last pose
and then jump overboard
there is that feeling of falling
as you stretch your legs
and hold your hips with your hands
you tumble down in the circles
that you are making
and then you stretch your arms and hands
like you are a long pole
and touch the still water at last
you make the splash
and tell yourself in such a short event
this must be death
you plunge down
not touching the depth of the floor
you rise up again
and touch and rub your eyes
you see them and now you realize
this must be life
you tell yourself again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poetry Is An Accelerator Of Time
i wake up
at 3 a.m.
symptomatic
of old age
and i open the
PC and start
scribbling
whatever comes
to my mind
a memory
a plan a
stream of
consciousness
that i simply
let go
like a flow
of an idea like
an electricity
running inside
my veins
three poems
and then
i stretch my
legs and
wriggle my
hands and
blink my eyes
grasping for
something new
now it is
4: 42 a.m.
how fast time can
run
to a man as slow
as i am.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It's one of my favorite things to do, watch TV and stretch. I'm so flexible. I can put my legs behind my head. I want to be the most flexible person in the world.
Pruning The Tree
Pine branch pruned
sticky scent
My back is bowed
as the trunk is bent
We lean together
You and me ewe
We reach together
stretch to blue
dead branch cleared
lets in light
disperse tension
gravity fight
Still,
We lean together
You and me ewe
We reach together
stretch to blue
It's a futile strain
we'll both fall to dirt
ah! meantime
it doesn't hurt
to know
We lean together
you and me ewe
We stretch together
reach for blue
poem by Timothy Grant
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