Swings And Roundabouts
Every life is filled with
its swings and roundabouts.
Life at times swings up
reaching new heights
and then swings down
until we wonder if
it will ever swing up again.
At times life is a roundabout
and catapults us into circles
around and around and around
making us dizzy and disorientated
and keeping us wondering
will it ever stop.
Swings and roundabouts
inherit our lives at every turn.
20 January 2011
poem by David Harris
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Swings
Swings Swings
are funny things
you swing your head back
and maybe even sing
you do your thing
you swing and swing
but always ring because
swings swings
are funny things
this random poem is dediced to my friend Madeline Who loves swings (lol)
poem by Jessica Hendrix
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Childsplay
Dreams wing, wring ring doubts
whence fate dates coincidence
sense swings, roundabouts
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Swings and roundabouts
of Fate or coincidence
wing dreams, wring ring doubts
poem by Jonathan Robin
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What you lose on the swings you gain on the roundabouts.
Time's Ticking Away
The pendulum swings,
In such a perpetual way,
It keeps on moving,
In a continuous sway.
The momentum decides,
Time's passing on,
A tick on the clock,
And the moment is gone.
The pendulum swings,
To left and to right,
Time's ticking along,
In mad rhythmic flight.
And as it moves onwards,
Time's ticking away,
There's no way of stopping,
The road to decay.
The pendulum swings,
Another second goes by,
The clock's keeping time,
But time wants to fly.
By night and by day,
Time never stands still,
The pendulum swings,
At 'Time's' endless will.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Script For A Jesters Tear
(derek disck/steve rothery/ pete trewavas/ micheal pointer/mark kelly)
So here I am once more
In the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned
Yet another emotional suicide
Overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you
Too late to restage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday
Im losing on the swings
Im losing on the roundabouts
Im losing on the swings
Im losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play
The game is over, the game is over
So here I am once more
In the playground of the broken hearts
Im losing on the swings
Im losing on the roundabouts
The game is over
Yet another emotional suicide
Overdosed on sentiment and pride
Im losing on the swings
Im losing on the roundabouts, roundabouts, the game is over
Too late to say I love you
Too late to restage the play
The game is over
I act the role in classic style
Of a martyr carved with twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song
To write the rites to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream
To exercise this silent scream
A scream thats born from sorrow
I never did write that lovesong
The words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection
And examine the shadows on the other side of morning
And examine the shadows on the other side of morning
Promised wedding now a wake
Promised wedding now a wake, awake
The fool escaped from paradise
Will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears
So Ill hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens song
Has gone solo in the game
Ive gone solo in the game, but the game is over
Can you still say you love me
Can you still say you love me
Can you still say that you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me, the jesters tear
Can you still say you love me
Can you still say you love me
Can you still say that you love me?
The jesters tear, the jesters tear
Do you love me
song performed by by Marillion
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The Pendulum
The pendulum swings to both extremes;
Each side is unreal or so it seems.
Good times are too good and bad times too bad.
So both sides replace the spaces they had.
All that is sure is that change will occur.
Those who embrace it will no doubt endure.
Those fighting the pendulum and its change
Will flounder and falter in a life they estrange.
Opportunities abound as the pendulum swings.
For the advantageous there’s a plethora of things.
But the negative attitude will suffer a fall
When struck severely by the pendulum’s ball.
As stark as today’s events appear to be,
The pendulum’s equilibrium will set them free.
Look to the long term with unfailing hope.
Take advantage of the pendulum no matter its slope.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Mood Swings
Verse 1:
If ever I needed someone
Its you and now - oh
cause you bring out some feelings
More than the law will allow
I can be down
You pick me from the crowd
I thought I lost everything -
Then my mood swings.....
Chorus:
I havent lost
What I can find in you
Baby.....
You know just what to do (just what to do)
To make a friendship band (make a friendship band)
Turn to a diamond ring (turn to a diamond ring)
I simply touch your hand (I simply)
And my mood swings
Verse 2:
In a vicious cycle of depression once
Not too long ago
But Im over it now
Not a second too soon
You came and made light shine from the moon
Like there was nothing to it
Boy, I dont know how you do it
Chorus
Bridge:
Lovin you - its an old cliche
But its like a dream come true every day
Theres no other love in this world
Than the love youre getting
From this girl
cause if ever
I needed somebody
Its you and now
Thought I lost everything
Mood swings
What I can find...
You make a friendship band
Turn to a diamond ring
I simply touch your hand
And my mood swings (mood swings)
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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Unshakeable Faith
My Faith is not unshakeable,
As some of you believe,
But with all my problems in Life,
I must have Faith indeed.
Where would I be without HIM?
What Future would I have?
I know HE'll look out for me,
And for that I must be glad.
Sometimes I have my doubts,
‘Tis Human Nature so to do,
But Hope Springs Eternal,
Have Faith ~ as I do too.
My Faith is not unshakeable,
I have my daily doubts,
When things go wrong I question it,
With ‘Swings and Roundabouts'.
I know HE is there for me,
And for all HIS creations too,
But we must be true to HIS word,
If HE's to help both me and you.
poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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Swings of Childhood
Into exile
To depth of feeling
To the green paradise
To silence of seasons
To the Old Testament
Wherever you go
Swings of childhood
Will whisper to your soul
Which bets as the rain
Swings of childhood
Will whisper to gulls's hearts
Which bet as dreams
Into exile
To depth of flowers
To outer space
to the bottom of black hole
Everywhere in the universe
My imagination will call you
And we will meet
When swings and gulls meet
poem by Naji Almurisi
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There is a dark way
There’s a dark way
that cuts through us
and leads us from each other.
It swings through
all the hurt,
that lies at times between us.
There are times that you have to go
through life’s swamp,
to be on steady ground again.
Yet like an eagle
I rather want to get wings
to find the right way,
to your heart
and I want to trust in you,
unconditional like a child
poem by Gert Strydom
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This Understanding - July/i Am The News
I get this understanding
It's like a living breath
And it grooves with the times
And it swings with the tune
And it flows until the end of rest
I get this understanding
It knocks at every door
And it keeps you awake
With a sweet elevate
And it keeps you running back for more
I get this understanding
On a night like tonight
And i'm driving and driving
And never arriving
But the way i'm singing oh so right
I get this understanding
When a fish when it's fried
And it's you coming home
And i'm being on my own
And we're shaking off the world outside
I get this understanding
It happens every day
When the truth or the blues
Is a ??? through my doors
And i save it for a better day
I get this understanding
When the music swings low
And i'm there on the floor
And i'm waiting for more
And i never never want to go home
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: VI
The Lyons fair! In truth it was a Heaven
For idlers' eyes, a feast of curious things,
Swings, roundabouts, and shows, the Champions Seven,
Dramas of battles and the deaths of kings,
The whole Place d'Armes grown white as if with snow,
With canvas booths arrayed in triple lines,
And jugglers, lions, snakes from Mexico,
Dancers on tight ropes, clowns and columbines.
I went among them all with grave intent,
I, too, to find it may be some delight.
I was a boy and knew not what life meant,
Nor what the pleasures were men seek in it.
Only I knew that mingling with that throng,
I was a stranger a strange world among.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Messed Up
Life says it is so messed up
I feel so it so often, messed up
This very feeling starts to make my mood be messed up
Can I get over this feel?
I often ask myself about this crappy feeling
Everything goes haywire, here and there
How should I fix my head?
Crappy feelings, so often exist
How should I begin to believe in myself?
Moods and mood swings often start to capture me
Then I start to look into my soul
Mood and mood swings, go away from me
No matter how crappy life becomes, I still got to live
Do not mess my head up as I got to fix it
Haywire, life can be although still I am not breaking
Into my soul if you sneak, lies plenty darkness
Got to get it out of my system, messed up I am not taking anymore.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Fetter Free - 0168
Olympic gymnasts' swings and roundabouts
can't torch a candle when compared to me
or you who role-reverse creatively
formal restrictions which most do without.
Four years of toil and trouble, deadline doubts,
throw gauntlet down to challenge gravity,
to humour spent self-confidence at sea,
then gain momentum through true craft that flouts
free-form abandon, lazy louts' crass shouts
below mean mental promiscuity,
teenage angst, blank vents that scream 'I'd BE
if only some could hear, applaud, my clout! '
Formal frontiers' false complexity
doffs jesses, flawless tress weaves, fetter free.
(13 January 2010)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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End of the Road
The end of the road appears so near.
The will to win is dim, ‘tis clear,
as is the understanding things
may not improve – although the swings
and roundabouts life brings may cheer
a mirage moment when thoughts drear
are veiled, seem worst past, when dream sings
away the fears, hears fair Chance rings
the changes one would see.
Beware dream days Chance seems to cheer, -
the nights that follow double fear.
Though welcome inklings flex fresh wings
these fail as token, - broken springs.
Though mind would find an end sincere
the mirror here no change of gear
discerns as date dire direr brings.
Fate, judge and jury, sharpens stings
while Time, deceitful, pulls Life’s strings
then buries memory.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Its What You Value
Someones driving a 450
And his friends are so wild
Theyre still in their stick shifties
But they feel they have much more style
But Ive found . . .
Its all up to what you value
Down to where you are
It all swings on the pain youve gone through
Getting where you are
Its all up to what you value
In your motor car
It all rests on what its cost you
Getting where you are
Its what you value
Someones driving a 6-wheeler
Seems the world is all blurred
Knows hes in a show stealer
With a sound thats uncompared
And Ive found
Its all up to what you value
Down to where you are
It all swings on the pain youre gone through
Getting where you are
Its all up to what you value
In your motor car
It all rests on what it costs you
Getting where you are
Its what you value.
song performed by by George Harrison
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When the Pendulum Swings
You are the warmth of summer's hum
Scintillating the sleepy splendor
Vapid lances of the sifting sun
Palming the ashen stupor
But when the pendulum swings
A pall would mantle the sky
And hail mad daggers of tears
Obliterating what I can espy
From your morsel graze and leers
Until the climate whisk its cleaning
A hung filigree of drab smokes
Fecundates with a thrill
On two sundered souls in cloaks
Of solitude and eyes of steel
But when the pendulum swings
A blotch of lubricious red
Demented the tacit saturnalia
In convalescence—a tirade
Of false hopes in echolalia
Binds these lungs in ailing rings
The impassable infinity
Treads an incandescent trail
Nurturing our revelries
A chaste but treacherous veil
Because when the pendulum swings
We will regurgitate from the banquet
Purged by the ephemeral lies
And no hunger shall be whet
But the evisceration of this guise
A purveyance for subsisting
Hark the mendaciloquent secrets
That the zephyr whistled through
The threadbare fortitude of your facet
A recalcitrant membrane shan't undo
But when the pendulum swings
This bastion will devour you
Like a soul in a chrysalis
Altering your machinism's screw
And beleaguer you with your own tricks
When time expand its wings
Posses the klutz lattices of time
And slosh with mediocre hearts
Contend to remember this rhyme,
Rival to forget the dilettante art
But when the pendulum swings
The lurid mirror will shatter
And unlatch the demons who stole
The innocence that kept us safer
From persnickety time's siphoning hole
Digress in attrition, live with the sting.
When the pendulum swings
Its constant beckoning.
poem by Norman Santos
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If you hear Bing Crosby trying to swing, it doesn't work. He swings like a rusty gate.
quote by Frank Stallone
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The Greatest
Little boy, in a baseball hat stands in the field with his ball and bat.
Says, "I am the greatest player of them all" puts his bat on his shoulder and he tosses up his ball.
And the ball goes up and the ball comes down swings his bat all the way around
The world so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls to the ground.
Now the little boy doesn't say a word, picks up his ball, he is undeterred.
Says, "I am the greatest there has ever been" and he grits his teeth and he tries it again.
And the ball goes up and the ball comes down swings his bat all the way around
The world so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls to the ground.
He makes no excuses, he shows no fear, he just closes his eyes and listens to the cheers.
Little boy, he adjusts his hat, picks up his ball, stares at his bat
Says,"I am the greatest, the game is on the line" and he gives his all one last time.
And the ball goes up and the moon so bright, swings his bat with all his might
The world's as still, as still can be, the baseball falls and that's strike three.
Now it's suppertime and his momma calls, little boy starts home with his bat and ball.
Says, "I am the greatest, that is a fact, but even I didn't know I could pitch like that!"
Says, "I am the greatest,that is understood, but even I didn't know I could pitch that good!
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Precipice
We stand near a precipice
not sure what to do.
Life had given us some hard knocks.
Do we carry on or let go?
Our mind swings like a pendulum
tearing us one-way and then another.
An uneasy choice has to be made
as our footing gets closer to the edge.
There is no hand to hold us back,
no future to pursue,
just an endless treadmill in a long empty life.
We look back for a moment
at what others have done and achieved.
Then we look at ourselves,
and the nothing that is our life.
We step closer to the edge
to the place where there is no coming back
and our miseries will end,
but our mind is filled with doubt
and filling us with questions
before that final step.
Enough to make us hesitate
and step back from the edge.
6 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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