I was working at a phone company. I got tired of my life and wanted to change it, so I did.
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All He Really Needs
old man sitting
alone in the afternoon
sunlight....
listening to the wind.
tired of the fight,
tired of the struggle,
tired of bailing water
in a sinking boat.
tired of having less
and working more....
tired of the want and need....
when all he really needs....
is a friend, a good book,
a cup of coffee....
maybe a drink!
a little time for himself,
and a lover who
doesnt want anything more
than his company!
and dammit, that's not
too much to ask!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Illusive Change, Yet For Whom
I'm tired of trying to bring about change and make a difference,
Maybe the world too is tired of fighting to bring about change,
But who will make the change if the world is tired as well.
Yet as men, we do have a part to reinstate the goodwill,
And for whom is the change? Will it be yours or theirs - once?
Me or you and them? If i try to make a change, is there a chance?
Maybe it won't be befitting into your own space,
And if you try to change it, will it include my life in it?
I'm tired of trying to change the world, because the change
That I want does not fit into other people's lives.
Somehow maybe there should be a compromise,
But compromise - it seems - has a hard time
Fitting itself into this world. So, how am I to find a change,
And be a part of a conflicting world that is suppose to be for you and
Me... A wish to just survive and live satisfactorily, but how...?
poem by Jona PoloRamirez
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CP- To Mader
So one night it was dark and I couldn’t see,
I picked up my phone no one to disagree.
I was in possession of a beautiful phone,
Even though the phone was of a girlie tone.
I started checking my message to find out,
That maybe this isn’t my phone – hmm doubt.
But could this be the phone of my eye candy,
Maybe she could be unmarried and change her name to Sandy.
Hmm the possibilities of the owner of the stolen phone,
Oh goodness maybe I should watch my tone.
I return the untouchable phone back to her,
“I thought it was my phone” I said in transfer.
Oh the purple phone that was like mine,
Oh purple phone oh purple phone I let out a sigh….
poem by Coreena Dejesus
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What's Going On
What's going on,
A cheap glam slut?
You spread your lust
For miles around
Till some old drunkard
Rents your butt,
You wanted fun -
That's what you've found.
You were a smart
And pretty thing,
You were respected
And adored,
You dreamt of golden
Wedding rings,
On one D-day
It got you bored.
You have no courage to admit
Your only forte is your cl-,
You have no courage to admit
What's going on!
Get on the net to be the queen
Of ever-losers' soultwins,
Get drunk, lie down, switch off the phone,
Or simply change what's going on!
What's going on,
A housewife,
A queen of ovens,
Pots and dishes?
You have no way
To outer life,
You're sick and tired
Of husband's wishes.
He's f-ing cheap
Glam sluts instead,
While you are watching
Television,
You couldn't care
Less, you said,
Well, he'll approve
Of your decision.
You have no courage to admit
He stole your life, you're fine with it!
You have no courage to admit
What's going on!
Get on the net to be the queen
Of ever-losers' soultwins,
Get drunk, lie down, switch off the phone,
Or simply change what's going on!
poem by April Avalon
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44th
I saw my generation
As a glowing sun.
My era and music.
A new start to my life
And death of the old.
Heroes appeared and I hoped
For peace and change
I believed in peace and change.
I was awed by my new leaders
And educated,
By Robert and Martin.
Them, destroyed by fear and ignorance,
Fought for change, but never saw it.
Murder by southern mad dogs.
But change came, not what I was looking for,
Or wanted.
Mans inhumanity to man,
Runaway progress.
No education learnt by past conflicts.
Wars tired me, racism tired me.
Oh God, give us peace,
And let the new shining star
In the new house prevail.
poem by Willow Moon Pearce
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The Girl I'm Starting To See
what do you see?
when you look at me?
i'll tell you what i see,
a girl who has accepted who she is,
a girl who just realize that giving up life,
is not going to change a D@mn thing,
no matter how much you want it,
to change everything,
it just made me realize more,
that life has more to offer than meet the eye,
would you agree?
you just can't give up when life gets hard,
if that the case,
we all won't have a chance to become something,
to live out our dreams,
we have people who remind us,
how special we are,
but, we let negative thoughts cloud out judgement,
when we need to push through,
and see all that we can be,
cause i no longer want to be,
somebody who given up,
just because life gotten hard,
i want to be that role model and leader,
i always knew i can be,
cause in the end,
that's the girl i do see,
a girl who want to change for the good,
the place she at now,
is nowhere near where she wants to be,
she tired of playing games, ,
tired of trying to get people to understand her,
cuz the only person it should of mattered to..is me,
along the way,
i forgot who was important,
i forgot who i was and who i wanted to be,
but, that's okay,
along the way,
we all have to make mistakes to learn,
otherwise, we won't know,
who we really are,
cause this is the girl i'm starting to see.
6-11-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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In the Company of Heroes
In the Company of Heroes
The 506th is aging
Passing into history
Dick Winters now has fallen in
with Easy Company.
He did not like to speak of war,
once He was safely home.
-Excepting at reunions
Or, infrequently, by phone.
Still the story needs be told
to the generations next:
How they parachuted into France,
How they fought Hitler’s best.
How many left their youth behind
In hedgerows or in fields,
Or in the snow around Bastogne
which they refused to Yield.
He was the biggest brother.
He commanded Easy well.
He had the gift of leading men-
They would follow him to Hell..
He never wanted medals
Or acclaim for what he’d done.
In the company of heroes,
He never boasted he was one.
Some are old and crippled,
some forever young.
In that company of heroes
Each man did what must be done.
Somewhere Easy Company
is gathered all around.
As they place Dick Winters in the ground
Let a mournful trumpet sound.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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I Wanted Everything
I heard about the Easter bunny
Presents under a Christmas tree
It was dreaming and fantasy
There was no Mom or Daddy
I wanted everything
I wanted everything
I wanted everything
I had the world on my shoulder
But I was getting older
Knew I was ready for it
Some kind of employment
I wanted everything
I wanted everything
I wanted everything
All day working on a truck
Bringing the groceries up
Not much of a salary
No tip for the delivery
I wanted everything
I wanted everything
I wanted everything
There's no success for me
Involved in a robbery
There's money in the supermarket
And I'm goin' after it
I wanted everything.
song performed by by Ramones from Road To Ruin
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Everything Is Everything
Weve got a lot of questions
Weve got a lot to learn
So tired of solving problems
Too many bridges burned
We see it all so clearly and still we close our eyes
Why should we understand it?
What good is knowing why?
I know that life can be filled with these changes
I know theres times when it feels like Im falling
I know something in my life will change again
Now Ive got a lot of questions
Ive got a lot to learn
Im tired of solving problems
Too many bridges burned
I cant change whats in the past
I want to move ahead
I want to understand it
Give me the reason why
Im tired of running these circles in my life
Ive seen the future it changes before my eyes
And I know that there is something thats going to change in my life
I know my life will change again
song performed by by Face To Face
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Granpa
i wanted to hang up the phone
while i was talking
i had been doing something
unimportant
i like your little rituals
you ask if im my mothers daughter
if im my fathers daughter too
and then you'll laugh
a precious kind of laughter
and then you'll tell me what the cat did
if the dog ran away
and who won the fight
you or her
i remember when you told me
about the inventor at your work
who wanted to build a phone
one could put in its pocket
and how everyone laughed
dear granpa
i hold this phone in my hands
i listen to your voice
and hope every time
this wont be the last call
The Phone (Like Him)
the sick old man
in the apartment cold and bare,
raises the gun to his head:
'God forgive me for what i do...'
a cut off notice from the electric company,
unopened on the table,
an eviction notice hanging
on the door...
his son's phone number by the phone,
but the phone, like him,
is dead!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sick and Tired
Im sick and tired of the lies you told me.
Sick and tired of what you want me to be.
Sick and tired of the way we live.
Sick and tired Im in such a dread.
Sick and tired I want to go to sleep.
Yea so sick and tired it makes me weak.
Sick and tired dont wanna be me.
Sick and tired of no harmony.
Day aftrer day you just come out and say...
'Tomorrow will be a better day'
Well Im sick and tired of that over used phrase.
So sick and tired of the way you dont change.
Sick and tired I wanna go home.
Oh so sick and tired dont know where I belong.
Sick and tired of not getting along.
So sick and tired, thats it, Im gone.
poem by Ebony Tesfay
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I Hate My Phone
Have you ever had a phone?
That you couldn’t stand?
If you have, you are not alone.
My phone doesn’t like to follow my command!
My phone hates me!
I hate it!
I would love to throw it in the sea,
But, my life would be gone I have to admit!
I hate my phone!
What can I do?
If only another one I could own.
Another phone I need, but it should be new.
If I get a new phone it will need,
A camera that pictures and video it takes,
Unlimited texting is what we agreed.
I have no time for mistakes!
Also, I would need free long distance,
In case there is someone I want to call that is not where I am,
No, I don’t need any assistance.
For my new phone, all I have to say is DANG!
My new phone will be the envy of everyone,
Everyone will want mine,
To bad that they don’t get it, I’m the only one,
There is no need to whine!
Go Ocean, Go Ocean, Go Ocean!
That’s what they’ll be saying!
I and my phone will be all the rage and commotion!
Everyone will be around me and no, nobody will be playing!
I hate my phone,
I need a new one,
I know I’m not alone,
To have the greatest and newest phone would be fun!
Go Ocean, Go Ocean, Go Ocean! ! ! !
I still hate my phone!
Ha, this poem is long because of a motion!
Ha, I got many problems, luckily I’m not alone!
I Hate My Phone! ! !
poem by Ocean Myranda
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Whipped
Is there anything that can help me let go
I’m tired of crying down this road
I’m young should I feel this old
I’m tired of being split
I’m tired of feeling whipped
I’m tired of not knowing what’s right
I’m tired of looking for this light
I’m tired of living wrong
I’m tired of crying to this repeating sad song
I’m tired of wrong feeling so right
I’m tired of fighting with all my might
I’m tired of hoping friends will be by my side
I’m tired of my feelings I hide
I’m tired of no one picking up the phone
I’m tired of being home
I’m tired of the sun
I’m tired of the moon
I’m tired of thinking what to do
I’m tired of you
All I ever think of is hope
And all I ever heard is have faith
I feel fragile like an old piece of rope
And know I did nothing but disgrace
I hoped to be a good man
I hoped to have a plan
I hoped to be the one
I hoped to have some fun
I hoped life was easer than they say
I hoped home was where I lay
I hoped I always knew right
I hoped I would always fight
I hoped me was the one you see
I hoped true love would always be
I hoped I didn’t need to rest
I hoped life meant happiness
Hope and faith are strong words
They fly away easy like birds
Does one ever know where they stand?
Its harder than I thought to be a man
I remember being young and free
I remember trying to be me
I remember when I first fell in love
I remember hearing the sound of a dove
I remember being young wishing I was old
I remember trying to live out side the mold
I remember when I would dream
I remember when it was all about me
I remember when I wanted to be where I am
I remember that meant I needed to be man
I remember when life was fun
I remember shooting out like a gun
I remember love was a rush
I remember the first time I was crushed
I remember doing and not thinking
I remember doing nothing but drinking
I remember trying to make my tears dry
I remember the feeling of telling a lie
I remember when the world was at my feet
I remember the feeling of being beat
I remember being ashamed of who I am
I remember at one time I knew where I stand
Memory is a gift or is it a curse
It showed you at your best and at your worse
Time is something that should be taken slowly
I don’t want to be old and lonely
I know not to always follow my gut
I know ill always be in this rut
I know tomorrow will come
I know yesterday is gone
I know I will run
I know I am wrong
I know ill live
I know ill die
I know not to ask why
poem by Lesten WhitePigeon
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Change Can Make A Complete Change!
By changing your thoughts.
You could change your beliefs!
When you change your beliefs..
You could change your expectations!
When you change your expectations..
You could change your attitude!
When you change your attitude..
You could change your behaviour!
When you change your behavior..
You could change your character!
When you change your character...
You could change your entire life!
So Yeah,
Keep working on it!
You'll reach great heights!
I'm wishing you luck!
poem by Lavanya Subramanian
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The Poem Tired Of Being Written Of Itself
THE POEM TIRED OF BEING WRITTEN OF ITSELF
The poem tired of being written of itself
It wanted other worlds and more distant beauty
It wanted the inspiration that ordinary life gives
It wanted too a language beyond what simple words could mean
But the poem could not be more than it was
It fell back upon itself
It was lost in its own lonely being
The poem stayed forever a poem about itself
And when no one read it
The poem had only itself to blame.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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To become a classical ballerina, you have to move to New York when you're 12 or 11 and that becomes your life. I just wanted to be good in my company in Charleston and I wanted it to always be part of my life.
quote by Jennifer Garner
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Working On The Building
(words & music by hoyle - boulas)
Im working on the building
Its a true foundation
Im holding up the blood-stained
Banner for my lord
Well I never get tired, tired, tired of working on the building
Im going up to heaven to get my reward
Im working on the building
Its a true foundation
Im holding up the blood-stained
Banner for my lord
Well I never get tired, tired, tired of working on the building
Im going up to heaven oh yeah, to get my reward
Im working on the building
Its a true foundation
Im holding up the blood-stained
Banner for my lord
Well I never get tired, tired, tired of working on the building
Im going up to heaven oh yeah, to get my reward
Im working on the building
Its a true foundation
Im holding up the blood-stained
Banner for my lord
Well I never get tired, tired, tired of working on the building
Im going up to heaven oh yeah, to get my reward
Im working on the building
Its a true foundation
Im holding up the blood-stained
Banner for my lord
Well I never get tired, tired, tired of working on the building
Im going up to heaven oh yeah, to get my reward
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Remember
I think it's funny, just a sad song
He likes his money, now you ain't got none
So is it mighty strange
Now that you are so broke
Don't try to make it man
You haven't got a home
Remember when I was in trouble
You put down the phone
And anywhere you go, you go alone
It was a crush change, the money sure flew
You had a flash name, imagine you're broke
But now it's breaking up there's no one near you
Don't try for me to call
Cause I won't hear you
Remember when I was in trouble
You put down the phone
And anywhere you go, you go alone
Remember when I was in trouble
You put down the phone
And anywhere you go, you go alone
Well, don't you sit around, start to move on
Your life is broken down, so get a new one
And if you make it by and kiss the good life
Why don't you make it right
Just look at this time
Remember when I was in trouble
You put down the phone
And anywhere you go, you go alone
song performed by by Supertramp
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Retirement Years' (For everyone over 62!)
Has anyone else noticed
the new working standards and means?
for those of retirement years, is this what it seems?
That if your able bodied to still work
your employer makes your job harder and act like jerks?
They take you aside and tell you your doing bad
this makes for your day, to be unproductive, quite empty and sad!
You've given them, some of the best years of your life!
So you could have two and a half children, a home and a wife.
But now the environment, your working in cause
walking through your humble abode
with your hands, in outstretching of claws!
I'm over the hill they say, not wanted anymore!
they'd like to have me get so upset
That I would walk out their door!
I thought at the end, retierment, would be my choice to make?
and not that done by some hired henchman
doing companies, pain in the butt heart breaks!
I didn't give all my best years
so I would be treated like crap!
I'll stand my ground, if I have to take it to the TOP!
And then they'll all see, just where
this so called old bucks going to stop!
No company is so big, that they can treat me like this!
I am an American who fought, so this company could even exist!
If they have a profit to make, don't take it out of me!
I fought for this country, so all people could have choices and be FREE!
Don't mess with me, I'm an American retirement age man!
And when I'm darn good and ready!
I'LL CHOSE, when I blow this pop stand!
poem by Linda Winchell
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