Our Todays
Sometimes we look at our yesterdays
and wish our todays were like them,
forgetting that our todays
maybe better than our yesterdays were.
We look at the friends we had then,
forgetting we may have more friends now.
We think our life was filled with roses
and forget the roses we have now.
Our memory excludes the heartaches,
only showing good things from yesterday,
and then we look around us
at all that we have and think
maybe that our todays
are not that bad at all.
19 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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Yesterdays
Aren't we sick of yesterdays
that got us where we are?
All the yesterdays that got us here
and still we've not gotten far.
Aren't we tired of the yesterdays
that seem to haunt our dreams?
All the yesterdays have become todays
and nothing changes it seems.
Aren't we afraid of the yesterdays
that have never gone away?
All the yesterdays have come again
and now we have to pay.
The price we pay for yesterdays
is the sorrow we see today.
For the masses have become so used to them
that their feet are stuck in clay.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Yesterdays Love
Yesterday love felt fantastically right
He killed it as the clocks struck midnight
Now he wants to be friends
Play a game of pretend
Sweet yesterdays love
Todays love came late
Tomorrow will be a sad never-ending wait
Yesterdays love was strong
As romantic as a sweet classical song
No indication of darkness in the passing light
He killed the love as the clocks struck midnight
Now he is the perfect stranger
Operating again as a lone ranger
Sweet yesterdays love
Todays love came late
Tomorrow will be a sad never-ending wait
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Sorry
Todays a reason for living
Todays the blood from a stone
Todays a light from a candle
Helping us to find our way home
Today we carry each other
Today the past is a freak
Todays a time for forgiveness
You were never that good to me
(welcome to this world of mine)
Im sorry, I cant lie
Im wasting too much time
Drowning Ive been blind
But Ive opened up my eyes
Sorry, I cant lie
So I just say goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Yeah
Todays tasting the honey
Todays the strike of a match
And todays the lines in the pavement
Helping us to find our way back
Todays the crosses we carry
Todays the strength that we need
And todays the hand of an angel
You were not the kind to believe
(welcome to this world of mine)
Im sorry, I cant lie
Im wasting too much time
Drowning Ive been blind
But Ive opened up my eyes
Sorry, I cant lie
So I just say goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Yeah
Oh what a day, oh what a day, oh my god
Oh what a day, oh what a day, oh my god
Oh what a day, oh what a day, oh my god
And oh my god, and oh my god, yeah
Today we carry each other
Today we do what we should
Todays a time for forgiving
Today I wish I could...
Im sorry, I cant lie
Im wasting too much time
Drowning, Ive been blind
But Ive opened up my eyes
Sorry, I cant lie
So I just say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Another bye, goodbye, goodbye
Another bye, goodbye, goodbye, yeah
Another bye, goodbye, goodbye
Another bye, goodbye, bye
song performed by by Our Lady Peace
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Losing My Senses
Dave mustaine
One man speaking the truth
No one likes when it fits
So we tell soothing lies
And betray our own lips
The uncivilized world
And its people decay
Once sweet breeze is defiled
Sucking our breath away
Fill solos - mustaine
Yesterdays answers has nothing to do
With todays questions
Life can only be understood in reverse
But must be lived forwards
Im losing my senses, Im losing my senses
Fill solos - mustaine
We watch as the living all die
Contemplating if we should
Ever open our eyes
If all that we touch
Keeps turning to sand
We will cease to exist
Till the last living man
Fill solos - mustaine
Yesterdays answers has nothing to do
With todays questions
Life can only be understood in reverse
But must be lived forward
Life can only be understood in reverse
But must be lived forward
Im losing my senses
Fill solos - mustaine / solo - pitrelli
Yesterdays answers has nothing to do
With todays questions
Life can only be understood in reverse
But must be lived forwards
Life can only be understood in reverse
But must be lived forwards
Fill solos and synth - mustaine
String arrangement - suzie katayama
song performed by by Megadeth
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Todays The Day
Hold me close
You turn nighttime into day
And youre the most
Brightest star that lights my way
So come home to me now
cause it wont matter anyhow
Ive got this feeling that todays the day
Ive got this feeling todays the day
Turn me out
Turn me out on this fine day
cause all about
All the people like to play
So come home to me now
cause it wont matter anyhow
Ive got this feeling that todays the day
Ive got this feeling todays the day
Ive got this feeling that todays the day
Ive got this feeling todays the day
Oo, oo ...
Hold me close
You turn nighttime into day
And youre the most
Brightest star that lights my way
So come home to me now
cause it wont matter anyhow
Ive got this feeling that todays the day
Ive got this feeling todays the day
Ive got this feeling that todays the day
Ive got this feeling todays the day
Ive got this feeling todays the day
Ive got this feeling todays the day ...
song performed by by America
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Memories, important yesterdays, were once todays. Treasure and notice today.
quote by Gloria Gaither
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Mwa
yesterdays history
tomorrow is a mystery
but todays a gift
thats why its called a present
poem by Lue Lue Hotty
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The real eater is todays eater not yesterdays.
The Past
Being together
Or being alone?
United we're strong
Divided weak
Though understanding lost
Memories kept
For truth be told
The past should
Be treated as gold
For what's not learnt
Shall never be known
'Cause tomorrows future
Depends on todays
Yesterdays
Without the one
The other can't be
Then no life
No love
No you
No me
[For M]
20080202©
poem by scarlette Phoenix
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Waiting For Changes
Office blocks, corner shops, traffic jams on every street, the same old rush around
Obsolete, Im a freak, in a show on brighton beach, as the snow comes down
Realitys kicking me, knocking me right off my feet, as the sky spins round
Were waiting for changes
Rejected and dented
Were waiting for changes
The lights green but todays red
Laundry stops, by the lock, on a sunday afternoon, with all that fuss
Cantelowes skateboard shows, tennants extra by a row of recycle bins
Were waiting for changes
Different perspectives
Were waiting for changes
The lights green but todays red
Take a ride to charing cross, join the masses as they shop, their lives away
29s the northern line, heading back to lose our minds, to break the chain
Were waiting for changes
Rejected and dented
Were waiting for changes
The lights green but todays red
Were waiting for changes
Different perspectives
Were waiting for changes
The lights green but todays red
Im waiting for changes
Im waiting for changes
Im waiting for changes.
song performed by by Feeder
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Of Tomorrow (Waiting? ?)
'Antiscipation' isn't that a Carly Simon song?
It needs to resolve itself into an answer... 'NOW'...
And as surely as it comes around......
'Tomorrow' 'twil hide 'neath a: 'Broken Bough';
From a barren-half-broken down Oak Tree-
Somewhat ravaged by the ICE-chill of 'Fall' air......
It hides 'Tomorrow' from 'Todays' 'Glaring Vulture Eyes'-
They're waiting, they're waiting: 'on things that they think:
'Death Might Share'............
'Antiscipation' it does more than frustrate their minds...
As a falling 'Leaf'-borne upon the dying Earthen Ground-
'Tis 'Yesterday' it speaks, in weak graven tones-
And 'Tomorrow' 'tis the: 'Shadows of Yesterdays Found'
.The Essence
.November 13,2009
poem by Theodora Onken
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Two Faced People
People are two faced beings
conformist cons everything people dislike
People lie to keep their selves alive
Material is what become a necessity
this gives people that two faced entity
why must we conform to what people think let alone what they expect
no one is perfect unless your me just joking its difference that makes us unique
People have two faced one of different traits
one white one black or a latin hispanic
You can be who you want if you 'front' and conform
people forget who they
how could people loose them selves in todays world
deep in regret after every breath sucking air as if your souls a drifts
People true selfs hide friends die no one ever cries
lovers, like never last for more than one night
over the moon yesterdays faced flew.
poem by James Davis
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Am I Very Wrong?
Am I very wrong
To hide behind the glare from an open minded stare
Am I very wrong
To wander in the fear of a never ending lie
Am I very wrong
To try to close my ears to the sound they play so loud
Am I very wrong
The happiness machine is trying hard to sing my song
Todays your birthday friend, everything all right
Let us our greetings to you send
Happy friend, everything all right
We hope your life will never end
Am I very wrong
To want to steal a pin then Ill check that I have skin
Am I very wrong
To want to leave my friends and the curse of the happiness machine
Todays your birthday friend, everything all right
Let us our greetings to you send
Happy friend, everything all right
We hope your life will never end
They say, we hope your life will never end
They say never end, never end, never end, never end, never end
They say never end - no
They say never end, never end...
song performed by by Genesis
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The Days When We Were Young
Sister! Sister! don't you remember
The days when we were young?
The long, long days, with a light and a shade
Like the pearls of a necklace strung,
Like the pearls of a necklace strung?
They are gone, with all our yesterdays --
We seek their like in vain;
But we will shed no tears for them
While the bright todays remain,
While the bright todays remain.
Sister! Sister! don't you remember
The days when we were young?
The homely house in the fat, far away,
Where the love of our childhood clung,
Where the love of our childhood clung?
There is naught to mark that sacred spot,
Save now the beaten loam;
Yet distant altars have we rear'd
In the bless-ed name of home,
In the bless-ed name of home.
Sister! Sister! don't you remember
The days when we were young?
The mates of childhood -- the friend of our youth --
We companion'd and lov'd among,
We companion'd and lov'd among?
Some are wand'ring far, and some in death
Have closed their weary eyes;
But we rejoice in new found friends,
While we weep for broken ties,
While we weep for broken ties.
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Yesterday's Papers
Who wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world
After this time I finally learned
After the pain and hurt
After all this what have I achieved
I've realized it's time to leave
Cause
Cho wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world
Living a life of constant change
Every day means the turn of a page
Yesterdays papers are such bad news
Same thing applies to me and you
Who wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world
Seems very hard to have just one girl
When there's a million in the world
All of these people just can't wait
To fall right into their big mistake
Who wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Between The Buttons
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Time Of Life
Time of Life
Precious, endless, unstoppable, time.
Days turn to nights
Todays into yesterdays.
What is, was and what could be, is.
Take time to live your life in full
Take time to smell a flower
Take time to pick up a child
Take time to play
Take time to laugh, and sadly enough
Time to cry.
Your future will soon be your past
Your past just a memory.
So do not try to stop time
For you will only stop yourself
From living at your fullest
Take time to bundle up your losses
And
Turn them into gains
Without ever looking back at what was.
And be so grateful that you do have that time
…The time of life.
poem by Fab Ricciardi
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Coconut tree climber
Upward movements rhythmic,
With his legs kept
Within a ring of rope,
His life like.
Intuition his
Ripeness assured,
And falls down the livelihood
At the top of trees.
Just a slip
May end in all end,
But the practices
Rarely slip.
Hackneyed his
Ways are;
But honeyed and free
Under the calluses.
Morrows and yesterdays
He never climbs upon.
He hugs todays, green and yellow
Like the coconut tree leaves.
poem by Fabiyas M V
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Consigned by Talile Ali
four months ago
we were talking and walking
sharing these things we held close in our hearts
you were smiling at the sunshine
i was so deep inside your view
yesterdays questions became todays insight
tommorrow was open for all to purview
i kissed you on the cheeks quite often
you held me close and siged
four months ago the winds were changing
our universe collide
Copyright © 2009
poem by Talile Ali
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Time Has Taken Them Away
I am a man who lives in yesterdays,
in a world of worn out photographs
with faces I want to remember
but more often that I can’t.
I want to go back and relive
some of the best moments in my life.
Talk again to my school friends
who somehow shaped my life.
I want to rebuild what I left behind,
try to find so many things
that were lost in an earlier time.
I want to go back to my yesterdays,
but time has taken them away.
28 October 2008
poem by David Harris
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Endorphins
In the trials of my youth---
I courted temptation as absolute necessity...
Craving the endorphins;
You know the feel good chemicals--
Released at moments of heated desire?
Remembering how they played with
All of my sensory nerves...
Coming so alive with blushed feeling;
Thriving in the fires of need;
Aiming for the culmination--
The peak of the communion...
And the sated afterglow that followed;
Ah, yesterdays 'feel good'
Alas, todays 'so far gone'
Underneath The Umbrella
July,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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