Pastures Greener
Sometimes we yearn for pastures greener
than the ones we already share,
virgin territories yet to be explored.
Not all pastures are greener
that the ones we already know,
some are more complicated
and there no flowers will grow.
Sometimes we seek the unattainable
never knowing the dangers that await there.
Sometimes we set our sights too high
and when the bubble burst,
we come tumbling to the ground.
Sometimes love flies in different directions
than the ones we want it to.
Only destiny knows the way
and that way we must choose.
poem by David Harris
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Greener Pastures
Youre always tellin me to go out more
Go ahead, get out and see the world
But then I think, why should i
Id rather stay home and cry
I never thought that I could be the other
The other way like the other ones
Let me open wide, let you see inside
And then you might agree
Would you say they find me unstable
cause they see me act a little bit different
But I know my way to greener pastures and
Think about it, wont you think it over
Please
Without you I can move
I can stretch my arms out, I can feel it
And when Im in my room alone I feel good
Because I dont have to deal with you or the outside world
Would you say they find me unstable
cause they see me act a little bit different
But I know my way to greener pastures and
Think about it, wont you think it over
Please
I guess Ill get over it
Ooh - I guess Ill get over it
I guess Ill get over it
I guess Ill get over it
Would you say they find me unstable
cause they see me act a little bit different
But I know my way through greener pastures
Would you say they find me unstable
cause they see me act a little bit different
But I know my way through greener pastures
Would you say they find me unstable
Cause they see me act a little bit different
But I know my way through greener pastures
Greener pastures
See me act a little bit different
But I know my way through greener pastures
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Sunmonu
Youthful and enthusiasm,
Moving away to seek greener pastures;
But, they should know of the dangers in this business.
My name is Sunmonu and,
I am still thinking of the promise that i made to you;
But, thses people are risking their lives! !
And like the darkness of the sadness of the heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Green
Sometime ago we broke up for no reason I know
Why do I have this feeling youre still in control
Im confused like Im used to whenever Im in trouble again
But this time I have to grow up and learn to decide
The grass is greener on your side
It was always greener on your side
It will always be greener on your side
Im way too nervous to be patient right now
Why do I have this feeling Im not in control
The price that I pay for in my almost obsessive devotion you see
Is much higher than I would ever expect it to be
The grass is greener on your side
It was always greener on your side
It will always be greener on your side
It will always be greener on your side x5
The grass is greener on your side
It was always greener on your side
It will always be greener on your side
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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Love And Romance On Blobolonia
With the help of my telescope
I can see that the citizens on Blobolonia are celebrating love and romance
They're putting their wishes and faith into the stars
They're hoping for a better future and what's to come
The planet of Blobolonia awaits the next turn
Revolving on its axis
Revolving around but far away from the sun
Green and greener pastures all exist in the fields
Popcorn is everywhere
And the wild cherries hang in the tree
Ready to explode if they hit the ground
In Blobolonia
They eagerly await the birth of a new season
They eagerly await the possibility of many wonderful things
But for right now
They're celebrating love and romance
Love is abounding them all in Blobolonia
poem by Justin Gildow
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In The Embrace Of Another Man
.…………………………she left
Where the pastures are greener
………beyond my boundary lines
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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in the embrace of another man
.…………………………she left
Where the pastures are greener
………beyond my boundary lines
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Green And Greener
Reminiscent of dark days
When ancestors were
Fettered and ferried
Across oceans
Into servitude
In distant lands
Pent-up compatriots
Sleep at embassies
Waiting to pay
Through their noses
For admission
Into subjugation
Indignation
And discrimination.
With time
They realise
A bitter truth
That greener pastures
Are not grazed
Freely
They demand sweat
And humiliation
Even blood
In moments
Of xenophobic outbursts.
Disappointed
Like the prodigal son
They remember
This green land
They left behind
And conclude
That afterall
With the same devotion
And energy
Expended elsewhere
They could do much
In making this pasture
Much more greener.
poem by Tobi Adebowale
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Bluer Pastures
(Dolly Parton)
I was lookin' for greener pastures
When I left my old Kentucky home
I was chasin' after dreams I thought I'd master
So I left the one that loved me all along
Thinkin' only of myself and doin' better
Didn't care about the grief I left behind
Didn't even make a card or write a letter
So sure I'd be successful in no time
Now I'm heading for bluer pastures
And back to the one who's heart I broke
To the bluegrass state of Kentucky
Where he waits with open for me I hope
Ain't it funny how you are when you're younger?
How what you have is never good enough
How the years will find you searchin' through your plunder
Lookin' for the treasures you gave up
Well the seasons came, they went
The dreams all shattered
While the grass just stayed a lonely shade of brown
Then I realized I'd lost all that had mattered
So with foolish pride aside, I'm homeward bound
Now I'm heading for bluer pastures
And back to the one who's heart I broke
To the bluegrass state of ole Kentucky
Where he waits with open for me I hope
Now I'm heading for bluer pastures
Where the bluegrass waves sweetly in the wind
Where the bluegrass music's always playin'
To the haunting sound of Monroe's mandolin
I'm heading for bluer pastures
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Realities and Illusions...
far pastures are always
greener
the sea out there beyond
this horizon is
deep blue
in our deserts
there is a show of mirages
floating princesses
hazy kingdoms
air fantasies
others are so realistic
and perhaps luckier
they always love what is here
and care for
the now
the distance is an illusion
beyond us is
a rarefaction
light bends and begins
to lie...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Shall Become The Hit Song Tomorrow
you abandon a love song
it hangs on the bus
as you leave home
seeking for greener pastures
out there
lonely
no one picks it up
to take it home
or even
to just whistle it
for the meantime
you will
soon regret
that song
shall become the hit song
tomorrow
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tethered
We tether our mind
in fields of our own making
never letting it stray
into fresh and greener pastures.
We limit our reaches
instead of letting our imagination
soar into boundaries unlimited.
15 January 2011
poem by David Harris
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Green Eyes
got green eyes
as green as grass
on mama's lawn
got green eyes
over greener pastures
on the other fence
got green eyes
baby over your green eyes
when i stay
and you leave me
when you tell me
it is over
got green eyes
as green as
broccoli & lettuce
for my salad
that i serve
and share with my
newly found lover
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blow a Kiss to those that Know
Blow a kiss to those that know
Flow a river through the snow
Know a love can grow, can grow
Know beauty is the flowers show.
Dream a dream of pastures green
Know your dream and all it means
Come out dirty, come out clean
All from knowing you can gleam
Alike the brightest star may seem.
poem by David Lacey
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Green
You opened the door,
I let myself in.
Between you and me,
I only believe
What I want to believe.
I guess its because im
Greener than green.
Only because Im green.
(repeat 2x)
I came up to your floor
You were dressed just a little
Obscene.
And it shut me down
Quite sexually
Like a pre-adolescent
Becuase Im greener than green.
Only because greener then green.
Only because Im green.
song performed by by Dandy Warhols
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more social...a part of Thoreau
The wild goose is more of a cosmopolite than we
he breaks his fast in Canada,
takes a luncheon in the Ohio,
and plumes himself for the night in a southern bayou.
Even the bison, to some extent,
keeps pace with the seasons
cropping the pastures of the Colorado only
till a greener and sweeter grass awaits him
by the Yellowstone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Friends Do Not Die
my friends do not die
they may go
and not come back
as in
they're gone for good
seeking greener pastures
as reason
in other continents
with no news from them
but they are still in my heart
and i always remember them
as they also remember me
in their hearts
memories of friendship
live forever
specially those childhood ones
once when the rivers were
clear and clean
when laughter was not shaded
with fear
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Single
He's in his 40s and never married,
Never had the pleasure of
Fathering a child or having
A long-term relationship,
Living with a woman under
The same roof, maybe he's gay
Or just plain eccentric,
Not knowing how to relate
To his social world,
But I've stopped trying to live up
To what a normal guy in his 40s
Should be like, for
So many creative people were
Often loners or unhappy in love,
Expressing their sadness through
Their art - just look at
Van Gogh or Emily Dickinson
And countless others -
So I'm not worried
What others think of my
Bachelor lifestyle,
For I enjoy my freedom
Of having to answer to nobody,
Of not being stuck in some
Marriage just because it's
Comfortable or because
Of the kids, for I've seen
Too many fatherless kids,
Too many divorces, too
Many women abused by
Their husbands, too many
Cheating partners and
Too much dishonesty,
Too many people searching
For greener pastures of
Newer relationships with
Younger or more exciting
Partners, but I don't mind
Being single, answering
To myself alone -
It is by far better than feeling
Alone with someone else,
Staying in a destructive
Relationship, pretending things
Are going well - because
When I say I love you,
I mean that I love you,
Darling, and I do not believe
In any 'soul twins', or 'one light'
Or some other 'divine union' -
Whatever the hell it is -
For I believe in honesty
And tenderness between
Two people, who choose to
Be together, not some polyamory
Or open marriage, or some other
Alternative lifestyles with
Different sexes -
No, I believe in us and the things
That we have in common,
For I do not seek perfection,
Only the happiness of sharing
Myself with you if you want it.
March 15,2006
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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This Is Happening
this is happening now
your eyes stare in an open field
burning like newsprint
it happens as duly predicted
from this room the spilt milk
cries all day
the cows are disturbed
and moving away to the
other greener pastures
the avid listener fed up
and stands to walk away
the cabinet full of unhappiness
comes into the open
you pretend you are sleeping
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Loneliness Of A Homecoming
the man older than me
(by 20 years) writes about his
going back home
(after 30 years of working
in the U.S.) AND he was
talking about
changes: the old house where he
spent his childhood
was demolished giving way to a new
mall,
the creek was reclaimed
for an italian restaurant
the park is still there
dotting with the younger generation
who cannot recognize him
neither him knowing them
he is a stranger now in his
hometown
all his friends are gone
some dead
some went away to find greener
pastures abroad
canada, new zealand
dubai, malaysia
others have gone underground
wanted rebels of the
system
he is practically alone now
perhaps regretting why he
came back
what made him do that?
he has no home now, he has no country,
no people.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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