Quirks and eccentricities
Quirks and eccentricities (I’ll show you mine if you show me yours)
I have my favorite fork and spoon
Also gotta drink from my favorite glass
Never fasten top button or tuck shirt in
Guess that shows a definite lack of class
Never fold pages in books to mark places
Only one food item on plate at a time
Buy shoes that fasten with Velcro, never laces
And when thinking, try to make my thoughts ryhme
Arrange used creamers with lids in flower petal form
Always sit in a booth, never at a table
Read funnies first, in the paper, in the morn
Sniff every flower, whenever I’m able
When out for a walk,
I never step on a crack
I always pick up pennies for luck,
heads up is good, tails put them back
I never have blankets tucked in on my bed
Acknowledge everyone with a smile and a greetin’
Can’t pass my dog without patting his head
I talk to pigeons, which makes people think I’m a cretin
Pennies have to go in my left rear pocket
Silver has to go in the right front
I walk whenever possible (it’s healthy, don’t knock it)
Mustard only on hot dogs, cause that’s what I want
I must count every swallow of liquid I drink
I see long lost loved ones faces in crowds and buses passing by
I bite my lower lip whenever I think
Do all three letter words first in crosswords (at least I try)
Except for roaches, I never kill a bug
Tho’ I think I could be a mean kung fu fighter
Always seem to yearn for a big friendly ol’ hug
Have delusions of becoming a meaningful writer
I shave my face in exact same sequence each night
I expect loyalty and truth from people around me
In my quirks and eccentricities, I truly delight
And in some of mine, yourself you might see
poem by David Whalen
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Are You Game?
I am eccentric people often say
Because I view the world and all I see
In different, peculiar ways. My quirks raise
Eyebrows to say the least. Unusual, Gee!
I am a human being for Christ's sake!
Humanity is nuts to some degree.
If this is true, why look at me to make
Your case? It’s only when your quirks decree
The norm, mine become eccentricities
Abhorred by most of societies cliques.
The different peculiarities
I see but one: A different bag of tricks.
I’ll do my bag and be my guest, the same.
And stop this silly poppycock. You game?
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Favorite Girl
Funny how things don’t seem to ever change
Now that I see you I’m transformed I am not the same
I know all the parts of you cause you’re my favorite girl
Because of everything you do you’re my favorite girl
Good things come and good things go
we only have today Tomorrow who knows
You’re my favorite you’re my favorite girl
I've tried so hard to move forward
But I keep on moving back
I’m stuck in some odd time warp
On an elusive track
Your a sacred pearl cause your my favorite girl
There’ no sanctuary in this world but your my favorite girl
People come and people go
we only have today Tomorrow who knows
You’re my favorite you’re my favorite girl
Its the same old story But damn if it don’t make you cry
Boy meets girl than loses her for no reason why
In my heart, nothing should matter except you’re my favorite girl
The whole universe could shatter you’d still be my favorite girl
People come and people go
We only have to day
Baby baby you stole the show
Baby baby you stole the show
Tomorrow who knows
You’re my favorite you’re my favorite girl
poem by Harlan Lovestone
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A Face With No Future
I look in the mirror,
and what do I see?
A face with no future,
stares out at me.
On the table, a glass and a bottle,
of my favourite poison.
When I was young,
I drank to be alive.
Now all I do,
is drink to survive.
My eyes bloodshot,
filled with vacant stare.
My face goes unshaven,
but what do I care?
My bottle is now empty,
quickly replace with one full.
Soon it will be empty,
just like this fool.
Family and friends fled.
My eyes were blind.
All they could see,
was another drink,
in front of me.
My legs get unsteady.
I stagger instead of walk.
A bottle wrapped in paper,
gripped tightly by my hand.
My clothes grow dirty,
as days and nights combine.
A smile is frozen,
on this face of mine.
My arm flex out,
when I stumble to the ground.
Faces look down at me,
expressions display my waste.
I just hold my smile,
as I lay there in their midst.
At least my bottle,
didn’t break,
on my fall from grace.
Time for another drink,
raise bottle to my lips.
Liquid trickles down my throat,
and still my smile remains,
as silly as it can be.
The faces disappear.
Everyone has gone now.
Like family and friends,
they all desert.
I lay there on my own.
For no one wants to take,
a drunk home.
25 Jan 2007
poem by David Harris
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Things Do Not Seem To Be Them After A Careful Seeing
a spoon
and a fork and they seem to appear
with food on a silver platter
when we talk we talk like poets now
after years
a spoon is no longer just a spoon
and neither is the fork
and neither is the food the food that we
eat on the table
and neither is the silver platter a mere
silver platter as it seems to be
for a spoon may be me and i may also be
a tongue and i could be a tongue to your
fork, a protrusion that stabs me like a knife
and the silver platter could be our mind
a garden where we put every seed
and the table and the cloth that covers it
with leaves and flowers
myabe our worlds, covered and uncovered
with some intricate designs
this could be our world now. a world of poems
where everything is a roll of sensitive skin
a mind so fertile with its array of metaphors
and similes and
exaggerations, and these make us so happy
we tiptoe, we choose the word, we equate
every object to a meaning, we dance to a lot
of its nuances, and then we touch and then
we are so silent. we choose not to hurt.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It is me
It is me
I have found the key
The treasure is within my reach
I shall lay hand on you to teach
Come along, walk with me and stay
As I won't allow you to go away
Think seriously of becoming mine
You will always feel fine
Relation hangs on balance
Give respect and take it at once
Love to live with ideals and integrity
That shall prove your worth and ability
You are just like rose flower
Only of its kind with magic power
I know about your being in special position
As other flowers are fine but not with beautiful composition
You may be fine woman with super class
Drawing attention of everybody in mass
I have chosen as my favorite
Only tie may prove that I was right
Acknowledge our relation and say yes
Show the shine with beautiful smile on face
I shall take you along for ever
Only you can act for me as face saver
Friends may cut joke
Often with satire and powerful stroke
I shall have to cut sorry figure
If you are not making it sure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Letters From Home
My dearest son, it's almost June
I hope this letter catches up with you
And finds you well
It's been dry but they're calling for rain
And everything's the same ol' same in Johnsonville
Your stubborn old daddy ain't said too much
But, I'm sure you know he sends his love"
And she goes on, in a letter from home
[chorus]
I hold it up and show my buddies
Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy
And they all laugh
Like there's something funny
'Bout the way I talk
When I say, Mama sends her best y'all
I fold it up and put it in my shirt
Pick up my gun and get back to work
And it keeps me drivin' on
Waitin' on letters from home
"My dearest love, it's almost dawn
I've been lyin' here all night long
Wonderin' where you might be
I saw your mama and
I showed her the ring
Man on the television said something
So I couldn't sleep
But I'll be alright
I'm just missin' you
And this is me kissin' you
X's and O's"
In a letter from home
[chorus]
I hold it up and show my buddies
Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy
And they all laugh
Cause she calls me honey
But they take it hard
Cause I don't read the good parts
I fold it up and put it in my shirt
Pick up my gun and get back to work
And it keeps me drivin' on
Waitin' on letters from home
"Dear son, I know I ain't written
But sittin' here tonight
Alone in the kitchen
It occurs to me
I might not have said this
So I'll say it now
Son you make me proud"
[chorus]
I hold it up and show my buddies
Like we ai't scared
And our boots ain't muddy
But no one laughs
Cause there ain't nothin' funny
When a soldier cries
And I just wipe my eyes
I fold it up and put it in my shirt
Pick up my gun and get back to work
And it keeps me drivin' on
Waitin' on letters from home
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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32 Pennies
Spend my time and all my money
On a knob for my brass bed
Climb to the top of the highest mountain
Just to see how far I get
Dancin' with my shadow
But I let my shandow lead
And if I die with a penny in my pocket
then I guess thats all I need
Oooh baby where you going to
I was thinking that maybe I would
Come along with you
I could walk on down the road
Till I found me someone new
But I think I'll stay just one more day
Cuz i'm in love with you
Ohh Ohh
Yeah
Ooh Ooh baby yeah
32 pennies in a Ragu jar
That's all I've got to my name
But I love her and she loves me
To the pennies its all the same
Oooh baby where you going to
I was thinking that maybe I would
Come along with you
I could walk on down the road
Till I found me someone new
But I think I'll stay just one more day
Cuz i'm in love with you
Ohh Ohh
my-my-my-my-my-my baby yeah
32 pennies in a Ragu jar
That's all I've got to my name
But I love her and she loves me
To the pennies it's all the same
ooh ooh
yeah
ooh ooh
Give me love, give me love
Give me love, give me love
Ooh ooh, Whoa yeah!
song performed by by Warrant
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Path Of Mirrors
They walk so close to you, yet so far away
Their eyes are lost, their faces fixed like stone
They walk behind the mirrors and here they shall stay
You walk with other souls liveng, breathing, yet for them they are alone
You walk through the hall way down the path of glass
You watch as they walk on into eternity, into the dark
They walk there behind the glass,
People around you going through leaving their mark.
They walk past your reflection as if you never saw
They walk through time as if time weren’t there
They know you would never aproach them
They know you would never dare.
They walk through the glass and look straight ahead,
They know nothing lies ahead, yet they know they can not turn back,
So they walk into nothing instead,
Passing you so all you see is their back.
You pause infront of the glass looking looking past,
You know that you shall not join them you know it is not your fate
You think about the footsteps you take, wondering which shall be your last,
You walk on again only thinking of their fate
Their faces emotionless the souls so cold,
You think of how you own skin feels, so warm,
You watch as the move like action figures made from a mold,
All the same, all waiting out the storm
The storm of life, the storm of death,
You walk along side them as they walk past everyone,
They watch ahead never turning, never looking above,
They turn to noone.
You walk along beside them as they take no notice to lifes dance,
They only walk past, walk through the mirrors of fate,
Kepping one great stance,
You watch people finding their fate.
Their faces so still, alone in the world, without hope
You watch them walk on, you watch them pass
You see their unmoving faces, as they walk up the endless slope
They walk along, behind the glass.
You turn to watch as their souls move on,
You reach out your hand to touch the glass,
Only to feel the glass is gone,
You watch as your hand passes through the glass.
As you hand melts through one by one the spirits turn,
One takes your hand and pulls your arm through,
More spirits feel your presence and more turn,
They watch as you melt through.
You watch your world leave as you leave it,
You have found you fate and not you are here along with them,
They walk on as you pull your body through, leaving behind the sweater of life you knit,
You have come and joined them.
You look back at the mirror to look at your face,
And you see your eyes becoming lost,
As you enter their race,
The race that shall never end, the race through eternity, for now you are lost
You skin feels so cold you face feels so hard,
You walk with them, as one
As you emotions turn hard,
In true time you are done.
You walk with them, walk alone
They walk so close to you, yet so far away
As everything becomes an endless drone,
For now you are here to stay.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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What's In A Penny?
Look around
What's that you found?
A penny lying right on the ground.
That's where it will stay
probably all day.
'Cause what can a penny buy?
Used to collect them
put 'em in a jar.
'Cause pennies used to go pretty far.
Now they're just weight in my pocketbook.
So just pass it by
don't even look
To see if it's heads
or tails that's showing.
Poor Old Abe, he's not even knowing
people don't even pick him up anymore.
They just pass him by
like the freedom he wore.
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poem by Edwina Reizer
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My passion
For talks, not only days
but nights will be less,
years may pass by,
but never be the end,
No sea side, no public place,
Neither garden nor big palace,
Even not the country side more,
No hill top or no sea shore,
You are so sad,
because news are bad,
Your beloved is sick,
Not able to walk even with stick,
as the rose is in flower,
Bath is best in shower;
best friends may be fewer,
good shows draw less viewers
'Thoughts' most so in common,
Before I pen them she wrote it down,
expression in thoughts and most in action,
but still remain so calm and no more reaction,
Will she be same again?
Time may not be same for certain,
before it can dry and run so out,
something should be read about,
Will I be put to shame again,
uses words of respect often and often,
dear I find loss and no gain
Only to find out way to regain,
Should she show me face often?
Eyes may not sparkle again,
Face may reveal not any more,
Should I ask more and before?
She argues' face too may be veiled'
eyes shut but may not smile,
lips sealed and speak no more,
Actions only and words so sour,
Will my age be given and added?
Will his beloved be back again?
Fortunes should smile and no more pain,
what do I expect? Efforts not in vain,
Seven high seas and distance more,
How to come still next to your door?
Should I rush with clipped wing?
Against the odd and high speed wind,
Still the situation is not so rife,
what more role left in life?
Fulfillment or hollowness to make her wife,
Edge will remain edge of knife
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Am i just a flower?
Used only when wanted, givin away after.
am i just a flower?
People only use me, to make a 'big impression'
but what happens after words?
im tossed back aside,
ready for the next person's pick.
am i really just a Flower? ?
Used only as givin beauty,
sure people may get inspiration from me,
but am to be just a flower?
What about when i die?
will they still then care?
no, cause i guess im just a flower.
im only used to be givin away,
or make a 'big impression',
waiting for the next person's pick,
im only just a flower.
life is so cruel to treat me as such,
but hey, who cares right?
im Only just a Flower.
poem by Darlene Belcher
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The flower in the Wild
As i walk past hurriedly
I notice this violet flower staring back at me
It lies quietly yet loudly screaming with beauty
I stop!
Amazed at the sight
As i bend down to pick it out and make it mine
I freeze!
Ashamed at my Selfishness because not everything beautiful has to be mine
let it grow....its fine!
And i walk away yet i wonder
Why i had never noticed this splendor
How i always noticed the overgrown Bush but never the Flower
Oblivious to beauty, my quest for lifes treasures left me blind
....Blind to the flower in the wild
poem by Wanelisa Albert
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Two Hot Girls (On A Hot Summer Night)
(on a hot summer night) (carly simon)
It happened last night we were feeling adventurous
We put on our heels and went out for a walk
More for a drink than to have a few eyes on us
Jenny and i slipped to town for some talk
Me and jenny, twinklin?like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
look jenny?i said its dwight he just came in?
I got excited but jenny was quick
The kettle was on and it started up steamin?
And i knew from her flirtin?she was up to her tricks
Me and jenny, twinklin?like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
A song on the jukebox made me feel lonely
The kettle boiled down and evaporated me
But who was to notice cause jenny was glowin?
And dwight was all over her like a honey bee
Me and jenny, twinklin?like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
Maybe i shouldnt have worn such a long dress
Maybe he thinks im too young or too old
If only i hadnt been born with these sad eyes
Perhaps im too shy or too bold
Me and jenny, twinklin?like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
thanks for introducing us?
Said dwight polite
And i waved goodnight
I wondered why it wasnt me
I guess its just that the times not right
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Two Hot Girls
(on a hot summer night) (carly simon)
It happened last night we were feeling adventurous
We put on our heels and went out for a walk
More for a drink than to have a few eyes on us
Jenny and I slipped to town for some talk
Me and jenny, twinklin? like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
look jenny? i said its dwight he just came in?
I got excited but jenny was quick
The kettle was on and it started up steamin?
And I knew from her flirtin? she was up to her tricks
Me and jenny, twinklin? like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
A song on the jukebox made me feel lonely
The kettle boiled down and evaporated me
But who was to notice cause jenny was glowin?
And dwight was all over her like a honey bee
Me and jenny, twinklin? like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
Maybe I shouldnt have worn such a long dress
Maybe he thinks Im too young or too old
If only I hadnt been born with these sad eyes
Perhaps Im too shy or too bold
Me and jenny, twinklin? like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
thanks for introducing us?
Said dwight polite
And I waved goodnight
I wondered why it wasnt me
I guess its just that the times not right
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Angered That Truth Now Sits
The first time I was introduced to truth,
I had to walk around with my head down.
The obviousness of it had yet to arrive,
In my environment.
And the mindsets of the people,
Were still locked into blocking...
Anything that dealt with truth.
When it was spoken,
Voices were raised in protest.
Accusations of being negative were mentioned.
People had become sensitive in the protection,
Of their delusions.
With a defending of their ignorance!
The first time I was introduced to truth,
I had to walk around with my head down.
Today?
People are protesting the fading away,
Of their delusions.
They have begun angered that truth now sits.
Truth has declared it remains to stay!
And not make a temporary visit.
People have become upset with it!
And obsessed with the turning back of a clock.
A clock that has long ran out of time...
For them to find themselves and embrace reality!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can See Nobody
I walk the lonely streets; I watch the people passing by.
I used to smile and say hello. Guess I was just a happy guy.
Then you happened,girl, this feeling that posessses me.
I just can't move myself. I guess it all just had to be.
I can't see nobody...no, I can't see nobody.
Mine eyes can only look at you...you.
I used to have a brain; I used to think of many things.
I watched the falling rain and listened to the sweet birds sing.
Don't ask me why, little girl. I love you and that's all I can say.
You're ev'ry ,ev'ry breath I take.You are my nights; my night and day.
I can't see nobody...no, I can't see nobody.
Mine eyes can only look at you...you.
Every single word you hear...is coming from this heart of mine.
I never felt like this before...a love like yours so young and fine.
And now as I try to forget you...it doesn't work out any way.
I loved you such a long time ago...but in my eyes you'll always be.
Every single word you hear...is coming from this heart of mine.
I loved you such a long time ago...don't know why...
And I don't know why...baby...
I can't see nobody...no, I can't see nobody.
Mine eyes can only look at you...you.
I can't see nobody...no, I can't see nobody.
Mine eyes can only look at you...you
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Principal's Office
Now as I get to school I hear the late bell ringing,
runnning through the halls, I hear the glee club singing,
and as I get to the office I can hardly speak,
cause it's the third late pass that I got this week,
so to my first class I run and don't walk,
all I hear is my sneakers and the scratching of chalk,
and as I get to the room I hear the teacher say,
Mr. Young I'm very happy you could join us today,
I try to sit down so I can take some notes,
but I can't read what the kind next to me wrote,
and if that wasn't enough to make my morning complete,
as I try to get up, I find this gum on my seat,
so with the seat stuck to me, I raised my hand,
and said, exscuse me but can I go to the bathroom, maam?
the teacher got upset, and she screamed out no,
it's off the principal's office you go,
Verse 2:
12 o'clock comes with mass hysteria,
everybody rushes down to the cafeteria,
picked up my tray to have Thursday's lunch,
and as I tried the apple sauce, I heard it crunch,
I'm running up the stairs with my front tooth broken,
the nurse just laughed, and said you must be joking,
I looked up at her with a smile on my face,
no joke 'cause my front tooth is out of place,
so I walked to school with ice on my lip,
the nurse's late pass like a gun on my hip,
my books are real heavey, I'm walking, I'm dragging,
ain't no school lunch next week, I'm brown-bagging it,
forget class, I'm a shoot some ball,
with the late pass I got no trouble at all,
but then the nurse walks up and says what do you know,
it's office to the prinicipal's office you go
recess
Verse 3:
passing notes is my favorite pass time,
I can't wait to find a girl to pass mine to,
to express my feelings,
give me a week B, and the girl' be dealing,
now one young lady was looking at me,
I said hi my name is Marvin, known as Young MC,
but then the ball rang, and the teacher came in,
and that's when the game of passin notes would begin,
I wrote the first note, told her she was fine,
and I hoped that the two of us could spend some time,
she wrote me back and told me you're fine too,
I'd love to go on a date and spend some time with you,
so then I sat there reeling, and looking at the ceiling,
words can't express the way that I was feeling,
then I though to myself, the sure way to get her,
is to write another note, oh yes, a love letter,
when I finished the note, it was ready to pass,
the teacher took it, and read it right in front of the class,
she read it word-by-word and line-by-line,
and everybody who was laughing was a friend of mine,
even then my girl was laughing, and it was too late,
for me to write another note 'cause there would be no date,
the teacher looked at me, and I said I know,
it's off to the principal's office I go,
yo, you think this is bad, wait til I get my report card
song performed by by Young MC
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A Honey-Do List (This is my attempt at a Sestina)
I wrote a long honey-do list
and handed it to my husband.
With a smile he read it and with a fold
he stuffed it in his pocket.
I'll get to this as soon as I can,
but can't you hear the cry from the dogs.
Who can't hear the cry of the dogs?
Did you not read my list?
If you won't do it I can,
I said to my loving husband
I took the list from his pocket.
And opened it at the fold.
It was closed with a fold,
because I want to hunt my dogs.
Now return it to my pocket.
I will get to the list,
Said my loving husband.
I'll get to it when I can.
I'm doing the best I can,
and he creased it at the fold.
Cried out my loving husband,
you know I love my dogs.
I'll get around to this list
and returned it to his pocket.
With my fingers I tapped the pocket,
maybe you can't but I can,
dropp you from my list.
Grabbing me he did fold
me in his arms like he does his dogs.
I am your loving husband.
I promise you said my loving husband,
with a hand on his heart across his pocket
I love you more than my dogs
I'll get to you when I can
Please return me to your fold
Because you know you head my list
Thirty-two dogs and one husband
added to my list and stuffed in a pocket
Enjoy it while I can and iron out our differences at the fold.
poem by Victoria Dame
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The Gambler
On a warm summers evenin on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin out the window at the darkness
til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
He said, son, Ive made a life out of readin peoples faces,
And knowin what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you dont mind my sayin, I can see youre out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey Ill give you some advice.
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, if youre gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
Now evry gambler knows that the secret to survivin
Is knowin what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
cause evry hands a winner and evry hands a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.
So when hed finished speakin, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count you r money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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No Hard Feelings
Some people love; love for no reason
Others love because that’s what they believe in
I love you, I thought you loved me
When our eyes locked figured that this was our (my) destiny
So what am I to do with this love that lasts an eternity?
Why whenever we disagree I always ask myself do he love me
I can never stay long periods mad at you my heart is heavy
I keep going back to all the hurtful and awful things you said to me
Even if it was true I rather you not tell me when you’re angry
I listen to your silent words
And because of that I felt like I never did anything good
I guess I’m at the end of your stride
Nothing left to do than to quietly say my goodbye
I am a stranger in the night
I am fool for thinking you will always be mine
Nowhere to go no one to talk to
All I have is my pen and paper
Always consoling me and keeping me together
I am at lost, where is my lover
I’ll keep dreaming, I am just a hopeless dreamer
(Please) hear my cries
Open your heart to me I tell no lies
I love you and I trust that you still love me
Baby please you need to know how much I am sorry
I would like things to go back the way they were or even better
I need you to forgive me please accept my apology letter
poem by Anita Khelawan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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