My Canadian Chronicles 18
Some say I am a chatterbox
because I tend to talk a lot,
but in reality I m a quiet man.
A man of very few words
though no one believes me.
They think that when I am not talking
I am examining my eyelids and falling asleep.
However, I am listening and observing
everything that is happening around me.
12 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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From The Inside (Fun Poem 124)
Just imagine examining
your eyelids from the inside.
You close your eyes to rest them
and someone says you’re asleep,
but you are not, just examining
your eyelids from the inside.
Now how can anyone blame you
when you’ve been up
for twenty-four hours.
You don’t want to be rude
especially in front of friends,
so you just use the excuse
instead of saying your tired
that you are just examining
your eyelids from the inside.
poem by David Harris
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Chatterbox
Many say they can deliver,
But only few can receive.
Lips flapping nonstop...
Don't believe!
Ears may be wide open,
But the brain is shut closed.
Ignorance exposed...
Is there to show!
People think they get their blessings,
By listening to a preacher.
Fidgeting and sitting,
While nothing's sinking in.
Schools may hire teachers,
To give lessons to the kids.
But nobody cares,
What's in these quick heads of kids.
'I do! '
That's not enough.
'Me too! '
That's not enough.
'We do,
And we make it our business to prove it! '
'I do! '
That's not enough.
'Me too! '
That's not enough.
'We do,
And we make it our business to prove it! '
And 'this' is apparent.
Absent parents on the scene,
Pretending caring done is...their 'thing'.
With chatterbox nonstop...
As if a corn popping machine.
And that caring's not there,
Anywhere to be seen.
'I do! '
That's not enough.
'Me too! '
That's not enough.
'We do,
And we make it our business to prove it! '
'I do! '
That's not enough.
'Me too! '
That's not enough.
'We do,
And we make it our business to prove it! '
'I do! '
That's not enough.
'Me too! '
That's not enough.
'We do,
And we make it our business to prove it! '
'I do! '
That's not enough.
'Me too! '
That's not enough.
'We do,
And we make it our business to prove it! '
Chatterbox!
'I do.'
Chatterbox!
'Me too.'
Chatterbox!
'We do...
And, so do you! '
Chatterbox!
'I do.'
Chatterbox!
'Me too.'
Chatterbox!
'We do...
And, so do you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Little words like Sorry
Little words make me cry
Common go ahead and try
Little words tell no lie
Like the simple word when I say goodbye
Little words tend to tease
Little words tend to appease
And when one says the word please
Life and love is given a new lease
Little words like sorry, don’t worry
Blossom slowly in little glories
And the moral of this story
Is that ‘sorry’ is often said in a hurry
Copyright 2009 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Party
I'm talking to the mirror again but it's not listening
I'm cleaning my dirty mind like a toilet but it won't give in
I'm drinking spirits in the hopes that I will find myself one
But all I can rectify is that the party's just begun
[Chorus:]
Party's just begun
Party's just begun
Party's just begun
Party's just begun
I feel like falling asleep and never waking up
It's not that my glass is empty but I need another cup
When all of the doors around me just shut one by one
I feel like falling asleep but the party's just begun
[Chorus]
Shaky shaky steps in the middle of the day
A fire in my path and a cool decay
Of limbs and tooth under my skin
Oh
song performed by by Nelly Furtado from Whoa Nelly!
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The Poem Of The Evening Is A Quiet Poem
THE POEM OF THE EVENING IS A QUIET POEM
The poem of the evening is a quiet poem
It comes in gentleness with tired eyes
It does not know how long it will last
It believes a fresh breeze
And a simple song
Are all its needs
To feel happiness.
The poem of the evening this evening
Believes in life
Believes in Goodness of God
Believes it will somehow be alright.
The poem of the evening this evening
May be a foolish one
But it is a quietly happy one.
We need such poems sometimes
For life is hard in the long working days
And in the times of difficult idleness
When no dreams come.
Quiet and quiet
Soft as sleep
The poem of the evening this evening
Is a gentle one.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Talkin Talkin
Talking, talking
It doesnt really matter
If you know my name
It doesnt really matter
If you see things the same
As I do
It doesnt even matter
If Im tied and tense
It doesnt even matter
If Im still making sense
Over you
Im just talking, talking
Talkin, talking
Cos Im only talking, talking
Talking, talking
It doesnt matter
What the people
All around you say
Be careful how
You listen
They dont know you
The way that I do
And if you wanna
Talk about it baby
Thats alright
Its better if I say it
Than to sit down
And write it to you
Im just talking, talking
Talkin, talking
Cos Im only talking, talking
It can be that
Youre here with me
When Im standing out
On my own
The words of love
That you gage
When we were alone
It doesnt matter
If you want to
Rock and roll all night
I know youre gonna
Be there when the
Feeling is right
The feeling is right
The feeling is right
Im just talking, talking
Talkin, talking
Im just talking, talking
Talkin, talking
You know Im just
Talking, talking, talking, talking
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Nothings Happening By The Sea
Salty river
Falls asleep in the bay
Always gets there
Never early, never late
Nothings happening
Nothings happening by the sea
White waves tumble down
And gently roll back into blue
On wooden seats outside the bar
The couples make their rendezvous
Nothings happening
Nothings happening by the sea
The trouble has been found
Theres too far ups and too many downs
I found a level that feels just right
Theres no mistaking where Im going tonight
Nothings happening
Nothings happening by the sea
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Talk About Love
Talking real world, all that pain
Try to fix it still comes out the same
Get down to rosies
Wont you pull that plug
Last week
Someone made a mess of that rug
Talking big house way up town
One day one day
Ill put the money down
All that baby talk its for the birds
Lets make some honey
Honey in so many words
Oh no
Dont want a serious conversation
I just want to get you serious
Serious
I want to talk about love
You talk about the weather
Rain or snow
Talking cold wind
The way its going to blow
Talking good times night and day
Talk talk a stronger man
Could lose his way
Aphrodite now theres a girl
Good good loving
She spreads around the world
Forget your dancing all that boogaloo
Drag that purse over here
I got to talk to you
Oh no
Dont want a serious conversation
I just want to get you serious
Serious
I want to talk about love
song performed by by Deep Purple
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Someone Who Believes In You
Written by: neil diamond
Believe me
Im someone who believes in you
Say, you really had a million dollars
And a car for every day of the week
So what? you know what?
It wouldnt mean not a single thing
Without that someone
Who believes it too
Yeah, you gotta have someone
Who believes in you
Say, you really had a hollywood contract
And your face up on the big billboard
Big car, big star
Youd move a lot, but you wouldnt get far
Without that someone
Who believes it too
You better have someone
Who believes in you
You are the truest part of me
That quiet place where I can be strong
You come to fill my deepest needs
You call my name, and I hear your song
Believe me
Theres someone who believes in you
So, you really got the hots for stardom
All you need is some big guitar
To take you, and make you
Into an overnight star
And then youll find that
Stars get lonesome too
And you better have someone
Who believes in you
You are the truest part of me
That tender place where I can be strong
You come to fill my deepest needs
You speak my name, and I hear your song
So you really want a job in the circus
Paint you face and make the people smile
A clown, come on down
Youve been too long walking that high wire
When youre falling, youll be calling to
Be calling out to someone who believes you
Someone whos there when nobody needs you
Calling out to someone who believes in you
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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My Canadian Chronicles 10
I have always had a dream
of one day seeing
one of nature’s natural wonders
whose snowy fingers
reach out to touch the sky.
Yesterday on Tuesday the 9th June 2009,
I was taken to see them
and their magical awesome beauty
by my dear friend and her family.
At first sight, my mouth fell open
as their magic captured me.
I wanted to see them
even if it was from afar,
but can you imagine my excitement
of actually standing on one of them.
No words can describe the thrill I felt
just standing there looking down
at the world beneath my feet.
I was speechless to say the least.
Captured by the awesome beauty
from everywhere I looked.
My dream was now reality,
the wonder in the palm of my hand.
The moments I captured on film
no one will really understand.
We live in a world of treasures
and these mountains are one of them.
Their splendour and their beauty
will always remain with me.
10 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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A Quiet Voice
When soothing words are spoken,
we listen a great deal more.
When angry words are spoken,
we tend to want to ignore.
A quiet voice is more often heard
than one that shouts a lot.
A quiet voice is one of reason
than the one that is brash.
Quiet voices are the ones
we associate with lovers,
while the shouters are the fighters
or so they think themselves.
3 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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I'm kind of a chatterbox and I talk really fast.
quote by Jodie Foster
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Ramblings And More Ramblings
i like talking to myself, and so i just keep on talking
about anything else
no one hears it of course except myself
and like this sentence construction there is no period
not even a comma for this is a kind of talk that does not want to end
only when you are around and you talk endlessly too when i begin to listen.
and attentively i give everything to you
you fill me with words and words and the conversations keep going
i like to think that i am making a poem for you silently in my mind.
but it is not
i am more of going inward lost in my thoughts unable to find where is the way
out of this journey
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Odd Lullaby
Staring at the wall,
I draw symbols of past dreams
As I fall asleep.
June 22,2009
poem by James Callos Jordan
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Courtesy....
you talk to someone
and you keep on listening even if you do not want to
he keeps on talking too
even though
he does not like to talk to you
educated fools...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Canadian Chronicles 12
We sat there talking and talking
after a most wonderful day.
Recalling moments from our lives
that have passed by
in the twinkling of an eye.
The happiness and heartaches
each of us had encountered
through our growing years.
Time marched ever onward
unnoticed by us all
slipping through the hours
to finish a perfect day
until finally sleep called to us all
at two thirty in the morning
and we bid each other goodnight.
10 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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Falling
In love, in love
In love, in love
Slower than the sun goes down
Softer than the autumn rain
Surer than the earth is round
Gentle as the moring breeze
Warm enough to sleep and dream
There is no doubt in my mind
Im falling, (in love), Im falling, (in love)
Leaves that are falling around me
Make sense to me, a reality
Leaves that are falling surround me
Make all this seem, a reality
Clearer than the morning light
Darker than the deepest night
There is no doubt in my mind
Im falling, (in love), Im falling, (in love)
Leaves that are falling around me
Make sense to me, a reality
Leaves that are falling surround me
Make all this seem, a reality
In love, in love
Leaves that are falling around me
Make sense to me, a reality
Leaves that are falling surround me
Make all this seem, a reality
song performed by by Olive
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She Mannequin
Pefect girl - visit me in your dreams
Run away with me tonight
This lasts forever all it seems
That your not real to me
I don't care
Chrystal clear - I see your face
And I know you see me too
You look at me
My heart is race
Not even real yet
I fall for you
Do you seem so real to me
Just my dream - my fantasy
Mean nothing it all
A vision in my mind
I don't care
I don't know
I don't care
The lights are off when we're alone
(Yes, we were talking on the phone)
I'm still asleep kickin' in my sheets, yeah.
The lights are off when we're alone
(Yes, we were talking on the phone)
I'm still asleep kickin' in my sheets
For you
Waited for you
You never came
Lying away alone in bed
Yet you have changed
I'm still the same
Your promises were in my head
Do you seem so real to me
I couldn't see
Nothing it all
A vision in my mind
I don't care
I don't know
I don't care
The lights are off when we're alone
(Yes, we were talking on the phone)
I'm still asleep kickin' in my sheets, yeah
The lights are off when we're alone
(Yes, we were talking on the phone)
I'm still asleep kickin' in my sheets
For you
And only you
The lights are off when we're alone
(Wish we were talking on the phone)
The lights are off when we're alone
(Wish we were talking on the phone)
The lights are off
The lights are off
The lights are off when we're alone
(Wish we were talking on the phone)
Please turn the lights on
The lights are off when we're alone
(Wish were talking on the phone)
I'm still asleep kickin' in my sheets, yeah
The lights are off when we're alone
(Yes, we were talking on the phone)
The lights are off
The lights are off
The lights are off when we're alone
(Wish we were talking on the phone)
Please turn the lights on
song performed by by All American Rejects
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It was very hard to get any records, so the only source for us to really hear what was happening was listening to the Voice of America. We would be taping all the broadcast and then sharing the tapes and talking about it.
quote by Jan Hammer
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I Know Nothing About The Rain (With Apologies To T.S. Elliott,9/1/11)
Do you still love me, she asks
fragile moment, simple words
Fear and longing mingled like our breaths
hanging precariously in the air
People talk about the weather
To fill the savage spaces
Empty Silence, empty words
And we talk about the weather
What can I say
What do I know of the weather
Falling gently, scattered drops
What do I know of the rain
Do you still love me, she asks
In the interval between
What do I know of love
Falling gently, scattered drops
And in the rooms the women light as a feather
stand around talking about the weather
And I don't really know what to say
I know nothing about the rain