Mid-Twenties
Poor choices,
Mid-twenties;
Local business,
Soft keys and soft words;
Nut let us face it,
For the future still lies ahead of us.
Positive intention,
Smooth and possible;
But things may not be exactly as you planned,
However do base your decisions on facts.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Soft Things
Soft things
You want soft things
You need soft things
Youll get soft things
You register a motion
You get a helpful hint
Theres a certain way it shivers when she shakes
Her mind seemed so chaotic
Her posture was erotic
And her voice was exotic
I acted so neurotic
I thought it idiotic
Her dance was so technotic
She became hypnotic
And now Im calling out for soft things
Something soft when times get hard
And now Im calling out for soft things
When something calls you youll know what to do
You find a longer wavelength
You hear a deeper note
Its a buried treasure that she doesnt hide
song performed by by Devo
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One of the most important things that I have learned in my 57 years is that life is all about choices. On every journey you take, you face choices. At every fork in the road, you make a choice. And it is those decisions that shape our lives.
quote by Mike DeWine
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My verse cannot completely trace
a fair reflection who's soft light
underscores such endless grace.
Dream words, found wanting, seek insight.
Eternal beauty, spirit bright,
must judge each base line inks disgrace
as none compare! What second sight
unties knot, satisfies both pace,
due praise, phrased paean, may replace
English deficient, narrow, quite
coarse, inadequate. One face
could stand time's envy, jealous spite.
Yet, reading this, who will believe
there’s no intention to deceive?
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Soft And Hard
Soft and hard words
There in the dictionary
Soft and hard
In a man beautify him
Soft and hard
In right place and
In right time
Make the country
Most powerful
And soft and hard
Are the ingredients
Of smart power strategy.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Decisions
Decisions, decisions
Options and choices
That signify our freedom
But make life more difficult
All the same
But what would life be without
Decisions?
Would it be a meangless
Tangle of days after days?
A predetermined boring
Routine?
They make make life hard
But they can make it
So much better
Choices will come and go
But the decisions
Stay the same
poem by Autumn Winds
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Two Years Later
Life is a battlefield
Of choices made
And choices waiting
To be made,
Even if your choice
Is not to choose.
And I have made
Some choices
That I sometimes regret-
Like opening up to
A total stranger,
Pretending to be
An aspiring writer,
Who took my heart
And stepped
All over it,
While I tried
To believe that
There was
Something greater
Between us.
The only thing
That I found is
That some people
Do not live
Their lives in the open,
Hiding some dirty
Past secrets that
Bring on guilt
And shame.
And they try to flush
Their past
Down the toilet, but
The lies just keep
Building up
And the toilet backs up,
And the plunger won't work
This time.
I wanted to be your lover,
Not your plumber to help
Your lies from interfering
With your social life.
Even back then
You kept saying
That you loved me
But referred to me
As some friend of
Your nonexistent
Norwegian husband,
And you never wanted
Anyone to know about
Your fatherless children,
As if your children
Are a source of shame.
And all I wanted was love
And openness.
But all I got were lies,
Lies and more lies.
Well, it's been two years
Now since you wrote me
That love poem, calling me
Your soft and wild
Lover and a clutter in
Your pink laws.
But all the softness
And wildness have gone
Somehow, after I returned
To Connecticut, dissolved
In all the fantasies
Of some ideal love.
And all I have are just
Old love letters and
Pictures of you and
Your children on my PC,
Fading in hollow dreams
That I could ever be a part
Of your family.
Well, go ahead and
Pretend that we never met,
Cringing about my
Bad breath, dandruff,
Receding hairline,
And social awkwardness,
While hiding behind the name
Of your nine years younger
Adolescent husband.
I suppose he's good at
Fixing your computer
Troubles because all your
Big writing career
Revolves around
Internet gossip and
All the things
You'd like others
To believe.
Well, I don't take
Myself as seriously-
I once believed in us
And our future together
Only to have my books,
Dedicated to you,
Thrown in the garbage
And have you deny
Ever knowing me.
As Bill Clinton
once said:
'I did not have sex
With that woman, '
Even though the
Evidence pointed
To the contrary.
Well, it's been
Two years since
I've been 'that man'
That you choose not
To acknowledge,
And I'm taking my
Life back piece
By piece, refusing
To trash whatever
Tender moments
That we had together.
And we did have them,
Darling.
So, go ahead, and
Pretend that you
Never loved me,
Creating more
Lies and fictions.
It doesn't matter.
All that matters
Is that I'm true
To myself and to
My heart.
December 15,2005
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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She Sang the Songs...
She sang the songs... he wrote the words;
sweet words of love, in perfect time
to her style... soft words of love;
the lyrics to her Country songs
of love and heartbreak, hope and sadness;
life spread out in flawless rhyme,
but they were really hopes, and dreams
of his...
he knew this, all along.
She wrote songs as well; and, when he read them...
his heart missed a beat;
Beneath the stave, below the notes...
her lyrics, in her childlike hand;
soft words of love, he longed to hear
her say to him...
all whispered, sweet;
now, here they were, before his eyes...
but, accident...
or gently planned?
Were they whispers of her heart...
or just composed from out her head?
he had no way of knowing,
but... in either case, her words were sweet;
a silky glide across the page...
a wistful ballad... hearts that bled;
he sadly smiled, yes... his heart bled as well,
but,
to a different beat.
She sang the songs... he wrote the words,
words from his heart... soft, yet intense;
Perhaps, one day, she'd see
they were for her...
and, not her audience.
poem by Dream Weaver
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My Angel
My angel,
my sleeping angel held me through the night
hands so soft
In my eyes, he brought light
Empty words he said to me,
of a possible future I'll never see
But somewhere, deep inside
I know my angel loves me,
with such caress
fire in every touch
And when he slept
soft light whispered across him
his face carved of stone, perfection in every feature
My Sleeping Angel,
The one
I have found you,
My Angel
poem by Jacquelyn Burge
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Choices Still Unmade
Shadows drift over the cradle
And there in lies the future
Of possibilities yet to be explored
Of choices still unmade
Like seasons not yet passed
Lullabies tell of sweet memories
Just like stars tell of far away worlds
Little tear drops fall like rain
Glinting like shiny pearls
And there in lies the future
Of possibilities yet to be explored
Of choices still unmade
poem by Autumn Winds
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Spacetravel
They're polishing the government
Resembles a last waltz
We are the playthings
We are the form
Soon it may come
Since we can rise
Too long since I've seen you
We move like satellites
My future lies
In space travel
She's coming over me
They're burning the tenements
Topless progressive thinking
Political holes
Got six but pray for seven
My future lies
In space travel
She's coming over me
I employ spies
To stroll the gravel
They never want to leave
The future lies
The future lies
Scared of the government scared of the government
The future lies
In space travel
There's someone after me
I employ spies
In silver tassels
The never seem that pleased
The future lies
The future lies (space)
The future lies
The future lies (space)
The future lies
The future lies (space travel)
The future lies (space travel)
song performed by by Bush from The Science Of Things
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Features of the Future
I'm closer to the future
Than I was yesterday.
The highway of the future
Is in each break of day.
I frame my future
By the decisions I make.
I encounter the future
If diligent steps I take.
Plans for the future
I made in the past.
Today I face the future
Yet it won't last.
Depending on the future
Is so inefficient.
Because the so-called future
Is vague and transcient!
'you'll live well in the future
if the present is well lived! ! '
poem by Robert Reuben
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Fading Ou
packing my bags and heading out on my own
making choices that will shape the future days I have to come
and I could choose the easy road but I have to be strong cause
I don't want to spend a lifetime knowing that I've chosen wrong
And it's so bittersweet these decisions I must make
throwing one choice to the wolves for the other one I make
and that itself seems wrong to me cause I am still so young
how can I choose right when my life has just begun
is it so bad to be unsure now woah ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out
those who are older say my mind should be made up
headed on some path to greatness but I think that's messed up
cause there's so many options and I want to try them all
but now for some strange reason my back's against the wall
and it's so bittersweet these decisions I must make
throwing one choice to the wolves for the other one I make
and that itself seems wrong to me cause I am still so young
how can I choose right when my life has just begun
is it so bad to be unsure now woah ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out
is it so bad to be unsure now whoa ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out
is it so bad to be unsure now whoa ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out
song performed by by Unsung Zeros
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Fading Out
packing my bags and heading out on my own
making choices that will shape the future days I have to come
and I could choose the easy road but I have to be strong cause
I don't want to spend a lifetime knowing that I've chosen wrong
And it's so bittersweet these decisions I must make
throwing one choice to the wolves for the other one I make
and that itself seems wrong to me cause I am still so young
how can I choose right when my life has just begun
is it so bad to be unsure now woah ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out
those who are older say my mind should be made up
headed on some path to greatness but I think that's messed up
cause there's so many options and I want to try them all
but now for some strange reason my back's against the wall
and it's so bittersweet these decisions I must make
throwing one choice to the wolves for the other one I make
and that itself seems wrong to me cause I am still so young
how can I choose right when my life has just begun
is it so bad to be unsure now woah ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out
(x2)is it so bad to be unsure now whoa ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out
song performed by by Unsung Zeros
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An Ageing Golfer's Dream
His great dream in his fifties is to emulate his son
Who was lucky enough to score a hole in one
Which is something in golf that is quite rare indeed
Where many do fail few can hope to succeed
A far better golfer than his son it is said
By those in the know who rate the ageing golfer ahead
Of anyone else in the local golf club
I only say here what I hear in the pub
From the local amateur golfers who enjoy their weekend game
Who play for the love of it not for the fame
As a golfer the young man in his twenties with his dad can't compare
For the father indeed is a far better player
But the father has yet to hit a hole in one
And on that score alone 'tis one up for the son.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Curse
Young gladys was a silky maiden
At thirteen, she was going strong, yeah.
Oh, gladys.
Nicely filled out, fully laden,
But down below there was something wrong, yeah.
Oh, gladys.
Nobody told her about the secrets
That ladies have to hide
Mom had no words to describe the things
That happened inside.
Need someone to help me,
I feel that theres a curse on me, oh.
Went down into the local disco,
For what used to be the one night, yeah,
Oh gladys.
Felt a searching hand to frisk her,
Along the legs of the water line, yeah,
Oh gladys.
Now gladys knew she was in no condition
In no mood to play
I cracked a knee in her soft spot, nothing
Had got in her way.
I want no one to touch me,
I feel theres a curse on me, oh.
Directed down to the local drugstore
Got fixed up, now shes doing fine, yeah
Oh gladys
Equipped with various kinds of apparatus
You know the feminine hygiene kind, yeah
Oh gladys
Must have been a man to do these things
Who won her fall from grace
That day he programmed me
[that lady programmed me? ]
You should have seen the smile on his face
He said ''youll need someone to help you
When you feel like cursing me, oh.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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So Soft
Held in your arms in the back seat,
Cruising down the main street,
How can anyone have such little defense?
You're soft.
In between the sheets, left in limbo,
Covered me like the pillow
I can hardly tell the difference.
You're soft,
So soft.
To be, to be with you
I'd leave everything.
But I don't know how to deal with you.
I swear you'd fall like a feather if I was cruel.
Love would melt me like hot butter.
You're soft,
So soft.
To be, to be with you
I'd do anything.
Walking down the street, brushing arms,
You're moonlight dancing.
I try hard to keep my feelings in.
You're soft.
Dancing to the music, so low.
I knead you like dough.
How can anyone be so loving
And soft,
So soft?
To be, to be with you
I'd leave everything.
But I don't know how to deal with you.
I swear you'd fall like a feather if I was cruel.
You melt me like hot butter.
You're soft,
So soft.
To be, to be with you
I'd do anything.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Life Lies Ahead
The wall is long and the fall is sheer
This is not the way to go
Who cares who wears the cocking crow?
You should not jump off the building here
Life lies ahead
The ground is hard
The cement is rough
How else can I tell you?
The going is tough
Life lies ahead
Life lies ahead
Don't ruin it
Life lies ahead
Life lies ahead
Not now
Life lies ahead
LIFE
LIES
AHEAD
GROU ND
Thanks to ignorance
The cement is stained
LIFE
ENDS -Johnnie Crockett
poem by Johnnie Crockett
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Kids Of The Century
We poison our hearts
We poison our seas
We burn down the paradise
Were stoppin good waves
Were losin our trees
The future looks bright ahead
I dont wonder well go under in this river of lies
Were lost in this time--we create so fine
The future we already fear
Seems like no way out, seems like theres no doubt
The future looks bright ahead
Were the kids of the century--were lost in our games
No time for the memories we look in the haze
Were the kids of the century it wasnt our fault
Evrythings done mum, we fall
Lets keep on crying
But sometimes I dont wanna fall
Evrytime when you look around things will smile at you
Evrytime when you turn around you smell the truth
But you run away from the lies you cant say
Dont run away from the lies you cant say
Were the kids. . .
song performed by by Helloween
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A Bleak Future Lies Ahead
a bleak future lies ahead
as i lay thinking on my bed
the thoughts that run through my mind
is a two friends who will find
there is more to life
so put down the knife
and feel the love thats given to you
as you are one of the few
who need to know you are unique
so stop thinking of the bleak
future that lies ahead
poem by Dakota Tanzer
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Circle Song
If you see me speak without words
Know that i am speaking of the wind
And if you see my words like wind
Know that soft tongues cut through stone
And if you see my tongue like stone
Know its wisdom lies in silence
And if you see my wisdom in silence
Then with you i will always be
And if you doubt my true love is true
Just see how you have no mockings on your hands
And if you see you wear no chains
You are free like poor men
And if you see your freedom in being poor
Pleased you'll be with the treasure of your mind
And if you're pleased with the treasure of your mind
Then with you i will always be
And if you wonder how it is that i left
Just watch the sun set slip away
And as you watch that sun slip away
Know some things are better left unseen
And if you know things are better left unseen
Then night shall carry you in her arms
And if you see i carry you in my arms
Then with you i will always be
With you i will always be
song performed by by Jewel
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