Falling to Pieces in Front of Me (Fun Poem 43)
I do believe my wife
is falling to pieces in front of me.
The other night she sat on the bed.
Took out her teeth
and plopped them in a glass.
Then out came the hearing aid
that went into its box.
I though if she removes anymore
there won’t be a lot
to come to bed with me.
(12 November 2007)
poem by David Harris
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Like You Used To
When I think about the things I said to you last night
Well I was wrong, I didnt know what I was saying
Anything that wants you
You used to hold me so tight
But now its gone, and you drastically ? ?
Dont you love me anymore, anymore, anymore?
Dont you see me, like you used to?
Like you used to.
You used to see me like nobody else could,
And now its gone, the way youre falling forever, ever.
And when they told me then that you were no more
Should I leave? or should I take it all behind me?
Dont you love me anymore, anymore?
Dont you see me, like you used to?
Like you used to.
Im falling down
Falling down, falling down, falling down
Im falling down
Falling down, falling down, falling down
I believe you.
song performed by by Cranberries
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Behind This Story
It is not up in the heavens,
It is not beyond the seas,
It is not around you,
It is not near you,
For the teeth of the wild animals are deep in the forest.
It is a concrete hole,
For my wife is wounded;
But who is behind this story?
November 12th 2006,
I escaped from the bullet!
November 14th 2006,
Your own eyes have seen this day;
November 17th 2006,
Six months after the birth of Elias;
With accurate and hones weights,
But like the broken glass on that day!
Take him to your husband and take her to your wife,
And look for both signs on the scales;
With peace at last and like the money in your hand!
Behind this story,
It should be eaten the same day;
Behind this story,
It should be eaten the same night;
Behind this story,
It should be read over and over for understanding!
And to all the fish that school.
Look for the fins and the scales,
And in isolation for seven days;
But tall and strong to satisfy your muse,
For it is clan by clan and clay by clay!
And it is very wonderful to the ears.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Don’t Leave Your Teeth on a Tray or the Cat Will Play with Them (Fun Poem 44)
This is a cautionary tale,
but I must add that it is true.
Last week my wife after eating an evening meal
decided to remove her bottom plate and put on a tray.
It seemed that it was rubbing against her gums.
Our next-door neighbour came in
and she and Vera retired to the kitchen
to play a game of cards.
After a couple of hands they heard
our youngest cat Charlie playing with something,
they thought it was just one of her toys.
It wasn’t until the next morning
when she went to put her teeth in
that she realised that the toy
Charlie was playing with
were actually her bottom teeth.
The moral of this story
is if you have false teeth,
always put them away
or some passing cat might think
they are a new toy
to have a game with and play.
(12 November 2007)
poem by David Harris
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Passion governs
My mother dropped the glass.
My wife dropped the glass.
My servant dropped the glass
My child dropped the glass.
My sweetheart dropped the glass
I dropped the glass.
My reactions are different.
The depth of passion governs.
01.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fall To Pieces
It's been a long year
Since you've been gone
I've been alone here
I've grown old
I fall to pieces, I'm falling
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling
Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces
I keep a journal of memories
I'm feeling lonely, I can't breathe
I fall to pieces, I'm falling
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling
All the years I've tried
With more to go
Will the memories die
I'm waiting
Will I find you
Can I find you
We're falling down
I'm falling
song performed by by Velvet Revolver
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All I Want For Christmas (Is My Two Front Teeth)
(Donald Yetter Gardner)
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
My two front teeth, My two front teeth
Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth
Then I could wish you, "Merry Christmas"
It seems so long since I could say
"Sister, Susie sitting on a thistle!"
Gosh, oh gee, how happy Id be, if I could only whistle
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
My two front teeth, My two front teeth
Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth
Then I could wish you, "Merry Christmas"
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
My two front teeth, My two front teeth
Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth
Then I could wish you, "Merry Christmas"
It seems so long since I could say
"Sister, Susie sitting on a thistle!"
Gosh, oh gee, how happy Id be, if I could only whistle
(All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth)
(Two front teeth), (two front teeth)
Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth
Then I could wish you, "Merry Christmas"
--- Instrumental ---
It seems so long since I could say
"Sister, Susie sitting on a thistle!"
Gosh, oh gee, how happy Id be, if I could only whistle
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
Two front teeth, My two front teeth
Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth
Then I could wish you, "Merry Christmas"...
song performed by by George Strait
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I’m Falling Again
I’m falling again
is it real this time,
or just an illusion
put up by my mind.
I’m falling again
like too many times before.
Will she have me
or walk out the door?
Love is a beautiful stranger
who waits with beckoning arms
to dazzle this fool
with the might of her charms.
I’m falling again,
how far will it go this time.
Will love say to me
will you always be mine?
I’m falling again
and I hear church bells ringing,
does this mean
I’ve really done it this time.
I pray that my prayers
have finally been answered,
that this time is the real thing
because I’m falling again.
2 November 2007
poem by David Harris
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Old L.A. Tonight
Look into the future
Look into my eyes and tell me everything's all right
Tell me where we're going
I'm so afraid 'cos I don't know what's going on with my life
But it'll be all right tonight
Will it be all right tonight?
Are we doin' all right in old L.A. tonight?
Sitting by the ocean
Mapping out my plans of action, baby they include you
I wish you'd send a message
Maybe I'm just better off not knowing who knew
But it'll be all right tonight
I'm gonna be all right tonight
Are we doin' all right in old L.A. tonight?
Those summer nights when I look in your eyes
I'm falling to pieces, pieces out of my mind
And I'll never know why
I'm falling to pieces, pieces
Who could you imagine such a thing could happen to you?
It's gonna be all right in old L.A.
Those summer nights when I look in your eyes
I'm falling to pieces, pieces out of my mind
And I'll never know why
I'm falling to pieces, pieces
It's gonna be all right in old L.A. tonight
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Talk to Her Handbag and She’ll Hear You (Fun Poem 42)
Vera and I went out for a meal on Saturday night
along with our eldest son, daughter-in-law,
Vera’s sister, her daughter and family.
When we got to the restaurant,
Vera kept saying what?
What?
I asked her if she had her, hearing aid in,
she replied it was in her handbag.
So I announced to everyone
if you want to speak to Vera,
you are going to have to talk to her handbag.
(12 November 2007)
poem by David Harris
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November Rain
November rain washed away my guilt
November rain washed away my pain
November rain - so tired I felt
November rain was not just any rain
Long I longed with deep torment
For so long my body waited
November rain, , , , Oh, sweet friend
November rain- slowly I faded.
November rain- I cried within
Steady and slowly, it kept on pouring
November rain, watered my skin
And deep inside, I heard my roaring.
November rain, it refused to quit
November rain kept on pouring
And alone outside, in the streets I wept-
dripping... dripping and falling.
poem by Amy Phillip
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Sweet November
Sweet november.. you stole my heart
I let it go with all the fear and doubt
Sweet november.. you opened my mind
With all the sweetness that you left behind
And I'm living, with a vision of you
All the days grow colder, but I know
It's not the way I'm holding on but how I'm letting go
And how I will remember
Sweet november
And now you're with me
You're with me in the sun
I'm a baby in a world that's just begun
And now you're with me
You're with me in the rain
I'm so glad that I will never be the same
Cause I'm living with a vision of you
All the leaves are falling, falling down like snow
It's not the way I'm holding on it's how I'm letting go
But how, I will remember
Sweet november
Sweet november
song performed by by Heather Nova
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The night I will always remember
Wednesday night at nine thirty
Terror sailed into my city.
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November
Gripped with fear, panic and despair…
Grenades and bullets in the air.
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November
Tourists slaughtered on their vacation
Everyday folk massacred on a railway station
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November
Babies slaughtered in their mother’s womb
Five star hotels have become a mass tomb
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November
Children orphaned, a rabbi dead
Terrorists feeling no regret
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November
Brave hearts butchered, lives in disarray
One night that lasted three whole days
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November
My city is battered
My faith in every politician, shattered
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November
poem by Sherrie Marker
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Falling Out
Written by ricky & marty wilde
What can I say now after all is said and done
You cut me up in pieces when the shooting first begun
What did I do to you to make you turn away
cause now theres nothing left for me
Theres nothing I can say
Now its too late you feeling sorry
Youll never change
And theres nothing you can do about it
Falling out - why did you do it to me, yeah
Falling out - cutting me up into pieces
Falling out - you know that you upset me, yeah
Falling out - you know that Im so hurt baby
You said you loved me, I believed you for a while
You sure could fool the angels
When you use that painted smile
I should have known that it was too good to be true
But now that its all over, you know I wont forget you
Now its too late you feeling sorry
Youll never change
And theres nothing you can do about it
Falling out - why did you do it to me, yeah
Falling out - cutting me up into pieces
Falling out - you know that you upset me, yeah
Falling out - you know that Im so hurt baby
So now its over and theres nothing left to say
The flame that burned within my heart
Now slowly fades away
So dont you ever think of knocking at my door
Just turn the light out, close your eyes
And think of me no more
And its too late to say youre sorry
Youll never change
And theres nothing you can do about it
Falling out - why did you do it to me, yeah
Falling out - cutting me up into pieces
Falling out - you know that you upset me, yeah
Falling out - you know that Im so hurt baby
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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No Intentions Of Reliving Stale Memories
You are falling to pieces,
And you expect me to patiently
Put you back together,
With an application of smothering love.
And empathy too?
To see you mend and ignore me like you do?
Again?
I think this is one too many falling to pieces,
That you've done.
To have me feel how reliable and redundant,
Your expectations.
You'll find the glue in the attic.
Attaching together artifacts of my past.
I doubt if there is anymore left of that.
Whatever is left you can grab it.
Althoug,
I have no intentions of reliving stale memories.
I do,
However.
Have some tape to patch up your wounds,
That you are welcome to use.
I'll gladly sit with you until you are finished.
And when you are done.
Leaving will be the best gift that will be of benefit,
To us both.
Thank you for hardening my crust.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Parts of Hearts
My heart is falling apart
It's not strong, strong enough
It's been broken too, too many times
Been stitched back together
But it's coming, co-coming undone
Breaking again along the scar lines
Pieces, pieces falling into oblivion
My heart's falling, falling, falling apart
Fix me
Save me
My heart has fallen apart
Pieces scattered in the wind
My heart is bleeding and beating
And beating and beating
And bleeding for you
My heart's fallen for you
Fluttering, trembling, butterflies when you're near
But you've never even looked at me
Or my heart
My heart that's falling apart
poem by Tsunami HiroshiSu
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Then We Remember
You've got your secrets, girl I've got mine
We're fallin' apart one glance at a time
Night after night, actin' like strangers
Out of emotion, nothing to say
I brush your shoulder but you turn away
Nobody tries, nobody's changin'
Who'll be the first to say it's really the end
Who's gonna walk out the door
How did we let it get so out of control
Our hearts can't take anymore
Then we remember how much we love each other
Pick the pieces up for one more try
Then we remember how much we need each other
Do we really wanna say goodbye
One night of passion won't stop the pain
Back to the same old feelin' again
Time after time, is it worth savin'
Who'll be the first to say it's really the end
Who's gonna walk out the door
How did we let it get so out of control
Our hearts can't take anymore
Then we remember how much we love each other
Pick the pieces up for one more try
Then we remember how much we need each other
Do we really wanna say goodbye
Then we remember how much we love each other
Pick the pieces up for one more try
Then we remember how much we need each other
Do we really wanna say goodbye
Then we remember how much we love each other
Pick the pieces up for one more try
Then we remember how much we need each other
Do we really wanna say goodbye
Then we remember how much we love each other
Pick the pieces up for one more try
Then we remember how much we need each other
Do we really wanna say goodbye
song performed by by Alabama
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Im Falling
Im falling...
Im falling to pieces inside my mind
Without you
Among the things that you left behind
A picture painted by our dreams
So now Im none, I become unreal
The world is closing in on me
Ga ga ga ga
Gotta learn, gotta learn to live
Without your love in my life (dont want me)
Gotta learn, gotta learn to live
Without your love in my life
Gotta learn, gotta learn to live
Without your love in my life (dont want me)
Gotta learn how to survive
We just got to learn how to forgive
You decide if I will die or live
cause I am falling
Im falling to pieces inside my mind
Without you
Im falling
Im falling to pieces inside my mind
Without you
Those days and nights, they went flying by
And still my love is wider than the sky
Picking em, picking em, picking em, pickin em
Picking up, picking up the bits
And the pieces of our love (dont want me)
Picking up, picking up the bits
And the pieces of our love
Picking up, picking up the bits
And the pieces of our love (dont want me)
Picking up bits of our love
We just got to learn how to survive
You decide if I will live or die
cause I am falling
Im falling to pieces inside my mind
Without you
Im falling
Im falling to pieces inside my mind
Without you
Falling...
Falling
song performed by by E-type
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He Is Caught In Time
(after Mandi Engelbrecht)
The faces around him is a confusing sea
of unknown people for whom he does not care
and he keeps away from pleasure and enjoyment;
he does not anymore understand his Bible or God.
No beautiful girl catches his eyes
and he is afraid for all of life,
people on the street are strange and silly;
he does not anymore understand his Bible or God.
One dark night his wife left him,
talked cheerfully about her new lover,
took everything along even the last flower vase,
he does not anymore understand his Bible or God;
she told the whole world that he whores around,
that he peeps at other women,
that he keeps no Godly command,
he does not anymore know his Bible or God;
at the holy church he lost his job
when more and more people heard the gossip story,
he scolds himself that he is very stupid,
he does not anymore understand his Bible or God.
His whole life is broken into pieces,
around him there is only confusing impressions,
it’s as if all his friends now are mocking him,
he does not anymore understand his Bible or God.
He locks himself in his inner room
opens for nobody that knocks on the outside,
he finds no other work opportunity,
he does not anymore understand his Bible or God.
During the night he is single, almost a monk
and he lives from dark moment to moment
is caught in time, feels dirty and rotten;
he does not anymore understand his Bible or God.
There is another world in his poems,
in memories wandering, searching faces
and dreams of some deliverance are somewhat silly;
he does not anymore understand his Bible or God.
He plants African marigolds, roses and jasmine;
feels the earth in his hands and too much pain,
he is broken and almost bankrupt;
he does not anymore understand his Bible or God.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Mortuary Business
She took a sip of
the fluid of her husband's business,
that runs through the veins of
your ancestors and mine. The
glass dropped as
she fell to the floor, like
the autumn leaves falling
from an oak tree. You see,
her husband, behind the bars of
his greed, tried to monopolize his
business with a match. But saw instead,
the cremation of his life. Now,
he stands naked in the cold of
the night, as he buries the corpse of
his wife and business. His heart, now
broken, beats out a message
of his coming end. Now it's
his time to enter his wife's darkness.
Freedom of Love
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti)
My wife with the hair of a wood fire
With the thoughts of heat lightning
With the waist of an hourglass
With the waist of an otter in the teeth of a tiger
My wife with the lips of a cockade and of a bunch of stars of the last magnitude
With the teeth of tracks of white mice on the white earth
With the tongue of rubbed amber and glass
My wife with the tongue of a stabbed host
With the tongue of a doll that opens and closes its eyes
With the tongue of an unbelievable stone
My wife with the eyelashes of strokes of a child's writing
With brows of the edge of a swallow's nest
My wife with the brow of slates of a hothouse roof
And of steam on the panes
My wife with shoulders of champagne
And of a fountain with dolphin-heads beneath the ice
My wife with wrists of matches
My wife with fingers of luck and ace of hearts
With fingers of mown hay
My wife with armpits of marten and of beechnut
And of Midsummer Night
Of privet and of an angelfish nest
With arms of seafoam and of riverlocks
And of a mingling of the wheat and the mill
My wife with legs of flares
With the movements of clockwork and despair
My wife with calves of eldertree pith
My wife with feet of initials
With feet of rings of keys and Java sparrows drinking
My wife with a neck of unpearled barley
My wife with a throat of the valley of gold
Of a tryst in the very bed of the torrent
With breasts of night
My wife with breasts of a marine molehill
My wife with breasts of the ruby's crucible
With breasts of the rose's spectre beneath the dew
My wife with the belly of an unfolding of the fan of days
With the belly of a gigantic claw
My wife with the back of a bird fleeing vertically
With a back of quicksilver
With a back of light
With a nape of rolled stone and wet chalk
And of the drop of a glass where one has just been drinking
My wife with hips of a skiff
With hips of a chandelier and of arrow-feathers
And of shafts of white peacock plumes
Of an insensible pendulum
My wife with buttocks of sandstone and asbestos
My wife with buttocks of swans' backs
My wife with buttocks of spring
With the sex of an iris
My wife with the sex of a mining-placer and of a platypus
My wife with a sex of seaweed and ancient sweetmeat
My wife with a sex of mirror
My wife with eyes full of tears
With eyes of purple panoply and of a magnetic needle
My wife with savanna eyes
My wife with eyes of water to he drunk in prison
My wife with eyes of wood always under the axe
My wife with eyes of water-level of level of air earth and fire
poem by Andre Breton
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