A Question?
Is there an end to all we know
or is there never an end?
I guess no one can answer that
for right around the bend
are answers that we can't remember
and scenes that are a burned out ember
in the memories of that dead-end
called death.
But death is not our enemy.
I'm sure it's just a destiny
that frees us from the fear of it
and proves it's just the opposite.
The answers to all we didn't know
will teach us there's no end.
And still the ones we leave behind
will ask the question once again.
And so life revolves mysteriously
just the way it's supposed to be
until we meet our friend
called death.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Dont Get Around Much Anymore
Missed the saturday dance
Heard they crowded the floor
Couldnt bear it without you
Dont get around much anymore.
Thought Id visit the club
Got as far as the door
Theyd have asked me about you
Dont get around much anymore.
Oh, darling I guess
My minds more at ease
But nevertheless
Why bring my memo, why bring my memo,
Why bring my memories.
Been invited on dates
Might have gone but what for
Its awfully different without you
Dont get around much anymore.
Thought Id visit the club
Got as far as the door
Theyd have asked me about you
Dont get around much anymore.
Oh, darling I guess
My minds more at ease
But nevertheless
Why bring my memo, why bring my memo,
Why bring my memories.
Oooooh.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Ember
My sight finally returns
Only to see my hands covered with the innocent blood
Of those I stand before as an example
And I hold this ember in my heart
It reminds me of who I once was
It's the only warmth that I know
Ember of Your faithfulness
Ember of Your still small voice
Ember of embracing arms
Ember of rebirth to You my King
To You my King I offer up this ember
For the wind of Your Spirit to consume
Consumed by fire
song performed by by Zao from Where Blood And Fire Bring Rest
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Is the Answer at the Emptiness of the Bottle
Mabey the answer
I shall find
At the bottom of the Bottle.
Once the bottle is empty.
Is my answers going to be there?
Mabey they will.
Mabey they wont
Who knows?
At the bottom of the bottle
Do I find the answers
I shall seek.
No answer in that bottle
Open another
Still the answer I do seek.
Ges Guess I wont
Find the answer
Guess I never will.
My answer isnt at
The bottom of the bottle
So where do I find the
Answer now/
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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I Dont Wanna Know
Well you followed me this far
Did you find out whats inside
Can you tell me what Im doing
Is it something I should hide
I dont know for sure
I dont wanna find out what I left there for
Im not scared and Im not lonely
Saving all my money or my breath
Im not looking for an answer
Or anyone to second guess no
You told me all your secrets
And I filled you up with lies
Now Im living honestly
Because I said goodbye
I cant go home anymore
I dont wanna find out what I left there for
Im not scared and Im not lonely
Saving all my money or my breath
Im not looking for an answer
Im not asking anyone to second guess
I was losing all my senses
I was losing all control
It was getting so offensive
Now you want me back for more
And I just wont go
If you think you know the answers
Youve got a lot of gall
Cause it gives you satisfaction
Knowing nothing at all
I dont care anymore
And I dont wanna find out what I left there for
What I left there for
Im not scared and Im not lonely
Saving all my money or my breath
Im not looking for an answer
Im not asking anyone to take a second guess no
Im not scared and Im not lonely
Saving all my money or my breath yeah
Im not looking for an answer
Im not asking anyone to take a second guess no
Take a second guess yeah
Take a second guess yeah
(hey)
Take a second guess yeah
(hey)
Take a second guess yeah
Take a second guess
(I cant talk to you)
Take a second guess
(yeah, yeah I know)
Take a second guess
(well I gotta go okay)
Take a second guess
Take a second guess
(over one billion served)
Take a second guess
Oh yeah
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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So Much For The Afterglow
this is a song about susan
this is a song about the girl next door
this is a song about the everyday occurrences
that make me feel like letting go
yes i think we got a problem
so much for the afterglow
this is a song about susan
this is a song about the way things are
this is a song about the scary things
you see from the corner of your eyes
don't you wonder why?
we never talk about the future
we never talk about the past anymore
we never ask ourselves the questions
to the answers that nobody
even wants to know
i guess the honeymoon is over
so much for the afterglow
i remember we could talk about anything
i remember when we used to want to hangout
i remember we could talk about anything
i remember when we used to want to hangout
i remember we could talk about anything
i remember when we used to want to hangout
i remember when we used to want to hangout
i remember we could talk about anything
i remember i remember i remember
we never talk about the future
we never talk about the past anymore
we never ask ourselves the questions
to the answers that nobody needs to know
oh well oh well oh well
so much for the afterglow
oh well oh well oh well
so much for the afterglow
oh well oh well oh well oh well
yes i guess we need the drama
(so much for the afterglow)
song performed by by Everclear
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Ballad Of ‘Memo’ Roy
For JoAnn
Who in conversation inspired this little ditty.
This is the Ballad of ‘Memo’ Roy
the fastest memos in the world.
Roy writes a memo every minute
just to remind himself what to do.
He even writes one to tell himself
he must visit the loo.
It all started many years ago
when the doctor told Roy
he was suffering from
short-term memory loss.
Now he writes memos
to remind himself to write a memo
for everything he must do.
He writes one late at night
to remind him
to get up in the morning
and one in the morning
to remind him to go to bed at night.
It is estimated he writes
quite a few hundred memos everyday.
His house is filed with little bits
of yellow paper stuck up here and there.
He couldn’t watch TV
even if he wanted to.
There are s many memos on it
you can’t see the screen.
One day his pen ran out
and no memos he could write.
He couldn’t even write a memo
to remind himself to buy a pen.
Then he found a pencil
and shouted that will do.
Now he is able to write memos to himself
to tell himself what to do.
As far as I know,
he hasn’t written a memo
to remind himself to sharpen
the pencil once and a while.
28 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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What Is It That Must Matter Most?
it is easy to answer
that for a believer in God,
it is written, and there is an answer
there, Love of God, God's Love
His Mercy, His saving Grace
Salvation of the Soul
safe answers, Melvin,
answers handed from Adam
to his Cain and Abel
to the present generation
of X's and Y's
and even Jejemons,
but what about Melvin-
for those who do not believe in God?
What about these brothers?
What should matter?
What is the answer to Atheism
to paganism
to nihilism?
I am interested. Somehow.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Burning To Burned
You lied to me
I cant believe
That Ive been such a fool
I thought this time
I might find
Someone who would play by the rules
My mind said no
But my heart said go
And again Ive made the wrong turn
Now here I stand
My heart in your hands...
And Ive gone from burning to burned
Ah, youd think by now
Id know how
To keep this heart of mine safe
It goes to show
You just never know
Who can you trust these days
How could I make
The same mistake
But as far as Im concerned
Got myself to blame
Got to close to the flame
Now Ive gone from burning to burned
Everyone knows
The old saying goes
That a fool in love
Never learns
But I guess I forgot
cause the fire was too hot...
Now Ive gone from burning to burned
Oh I guess I forgot
cause the fire was too hot...
Now Ive gone from burning to burned
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Estranged
Day after day
You go on living while I wait
It still feels the same
Im stuck for answers while you place the blame
I guess it comes to this again
So whats there left to say
You thought youd feel no different
Now that everything has changed
I guess it comes to this again
What difference does it make?
That you and I think better
Of the choices that weve made
Its fading away
I dont remember everything
The words we used to say
Seem insignificant today
song performed by by Face To Face
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Just Poetry...Period
Poetry is setting yourself free
To pour out like vintage wine
The myriad thoughts that you see
And cup them in words and lines
To be drank in sheer revelry
Poetry turns you into a painter
Imagined scenes in the mind arrayed
Distant lands, places you remember
Colors of life so abundantly laid
The joy, and tears, or love's dying ember.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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What Is This All About?
i remember you want
everything silvery
the songs, the river
must be silver
never gold, you do not
like gold, never about
gods, you do not like
being a god,
i remember you do
not like popcorn
with cheese as flavor
you want
no popcorn
in movie houses
you like to simply
hold my hand
and lay your
head as close
to the beatings
of my heart
you pretend you are
so absorbed
in some dialogues
or the scenes
the action
the hero winning
at the end
all the the others
finally dead,
i remember you
yes, this is all about
it, i remember you
always, and i know
you always remember
me, always,
memories like
passing scenes
like some movies
the plot
and the actor and
his lady hugging
at the end
behind them the
sun set
unlike us, we
have no ending still
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some Advice from a Mother to Her Married Son
The answer to do you love me isn't, I married you, didn't I?
Or, Can't we discuss this after the ballgame is through?
It isn't, Well that all depends on what you mean by 'love'.
Or even, Come to bed and I'll prove that I do.
The answer isn't, How can I talk about love when
the bacon is burned and the house is an absolute mess and
the children are screaming their heads off and
I'm going to miss my bus?
The answer is yes.
The answer is yes.
The answer is yes.
poem by Judith Viorst
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A Dying Brain
Do you recall how I was once your fire –?
And we, a regal cloud of unity
Meandering through the closing blues of night,
Commanding stars to glitter;
Dawn to blush?
Your answer comes in ever-blanking stares:
A wall that blocks the know,
Damping down the glow that used to emanate
From clear and lucid eyes.
They've lost the will to recognise.
But hear! We are fifty years together –
And once we writhed in pleasure –
Drowning in emotion,
That which was our prime.
You don't recall.
You only lie as vegetation
Scattered on the ground:
A living mound of flesh,
Devoid of any neural mesh
To let you say 'I'm sound.'
Don't worry Dear,
For I'm aware with memory!
I'll tell you how we were.
We have our right of history!
If you could just concur.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
Please remember, remember me, remember, remember me, remember
Please remember, remember me, remember, remember me, remember
Please remember, remember me, remember, remember me, remember
Please remember, remember me, remember, remember me, remember
Please remember, remember me, remember, remember me, remember
Please remember, remember me, remember, remember me, remember
Please remember, remember me, remember, remember me
Please remember, remember me, remember, remember
Please remember, remember me, remember
Please remember, remember me
Please remember, remember
Please remember
Please
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Sensitive
Who says a man's not suppose to be
Sensitive
I'm keeping the faith that you still love me
Girl I know there's something wrong
And something strange is going on
And no matter what I do
Wanna can't break through
Girl I need to understand
Cuz you won't give me answers
How can I help you
If you don't want me to
I never hear you laugh
I never see you cry
Never heard you say you need a love like mine
See I'm giving you everything that's inside
But you need to fill me up
Cuz you're not playing with the flame
Girl you won't get burned
You know that's not the kind of thing I do
I guess I need to get what I give
What can I say girl I'm sensitive
Ain't nobody out to control
You or what you stand for
Baby girl I really need to know
Do or don't you want this love
Won't you help me understand
Girl I really need some answers
How can I help you
If you don't want me to
I never hear you laugh
I never see you cry
Never heard you say you need a love like mine
See I'm giving you everything that's inside
But you need to fill me up
Cuz you're not playing with the flame
Girl you won't get burned
You know that's not the kind of thing I do
I guess I need to get what I give
What can I say girl I'm sensitive
Sensitive
Who says a man's not suppose to be
Sensitive
I'm keeping the faith that you still love me
Sensitive
Baby I'm not ashamed to be
Sensitive
Baby I love you
But is it time to let you go
I don't know where we are girl
And you won't let me know
I never hear you laugh
I never see you cry
Never heard you say you need a love like mine
See I'm giving you everything that's inside
But you need to fill me up
Cuz you're not playing with the flame
Girl you won't get burned
You know that's not the kind of thing I do
I guess I need to get what I give
What can I say girl I'm sensitive
song performed by by O-Town from O-Town
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Its Over
And I didnt think about
All the ways I hurt you and myself
And I hide
Wouldnt say a thing to you
I keep it to myself and my mind
I cant stand without you
And I wont find the answers when youre gone
But its over to you
And I cant find the answers when youre gone
And its over to you
And you cant find the answer where you are
And you know
(and you know)
I need you now
This aint easy to admit
And no one needs to know
What goes on behind the door in my room
Im peeking through the walls in my mind
And I cant stand without you
I wont find the answers when youre gone
But its over to you
And I cant find the answers when youre gone
And its over to you
And you cant find the answers where you are
I will tear you down
I will tear you down
To get into the world you wanted
Im kicking through the wall
No one can believe in things that never change
[chorus]
And its over to you
And I cant find the answers when youre gone
And I cant find the answers when youre gone
And I cant find the answers when youre gone
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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The Apple of Discord [Fallen Star Project: Chapter 2]
The Trojan War has ended a million years ago
But my mind has a war equal to its magnitude
Paris started that war in search of true love
I started this war in search of an answer for my love
Verses and hymns being sung nymphs and maidens
Calming the centaurs and satyrs and healing them
But no song could heal and calm my restless soul
Because it is hard to find that answer for my love
In this war that started with the Apple of Discord
I hope I find an answer for all of my questions
And with those answers I would find myself smile
I hope to find the answer for my love
Like what happened to Paris
I am torn with choices and rewards
Two goddesses of love and beauty are in front of me
I don’t know if one would give the answer for my love
One is what I wanted since the beginning
A star that shines in the dark sky
The other is what I need
I guess she is the answer for my love
I don’t know what to do, who to choose
But both will give me something I want
I am locked in my own asylum
This one is for who is right and is the answer for my love
-benntot niya
poem by Benn Degusman
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An Assumption Of Money To Be Made
If they ever asked why I'm doing all this?
I will answer with a single remark.
To save a life.
If they ever asked what if you fail?
I will answer with a single remark.
I have but, I'm still here.
If they ever asked now that your accomplished what's next.
I will answer with a single remark.
What I do will not change, at least not for intentions of fame.
If they ever asked, if offered money to stop what your doing would you?
I will answer with a single remark.
No I will not be bought.
'So let me get this straight your completely honest? '
Yes I try to be.
'Well I still don't believe you.'
Well I never I asked you to or care if you do.
Your the one who wanted answers to those questions.
I gave you my answers, take it or leave it.
'I have to go because your not going to make me any money.'
That's fine because I've never said I would.
Your the one who assumed that.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Questions?
i am tired of questions
all of them
too familiar and all
with ready
homemade answers
canned questions
and answers
in one book
scanned for years
and you all know them
canned laughter
canned faces
canned souls
canned and caned and chained
bones
they rattle and they shake
and roll
i have no answers.
i am throwing all these questions away.
i live everyday. i look at the trees
and the forests.
i simply live. Now.
i have no more questions.
neither will i demand
any answer from you.
go, go, find yourself.
i stay here wanting to find nothing at all.
i guess, after my 48 years
there is this truth
that i find: there is nothing
nothing to find
nothing to expect
nowhere to go
it is just this and this and this.
the one that i have in my hand
the one that i keep on holding
i enclose it and keep it warm
and alive
and you do not even care
this is it: me, myself, and I
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Now?
now the questions are asking you
what now? quo vadis?
where to? what for?
why?
yes, why above all.
the questions are asking you
and you must answer with the very same questions to the questions
you beg, and they beg too
the answer to the questions
but you have no answers really
you have learned the art of wisdom
its own ways
its own manners of not answering with answers
who knows? no one knows?
oh, ahh, i must start from where wisdow
was born
here i am and i know nothing....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Guess
There is a certain Yankee phrase
I always have revered,
Yet, somehow, in these modern days,
It's almost disappeared;
It was the usage years ago,
But nowadays it's got
To be regarded coarse and low
To answer: 'I guess not!'
The height of fashion called the pink
Affects a British craze--
Prefers 'I fancy' or 'I think'
To that time-honored phrase;
But here's a Yankee, if you please,
That brands the fashion rot,
And to all heresies like these
He answers, 'I--guess not!'--
When Chaucer, Wycliff, and the rest
Express their meaning thus,
I guess, if not the very best,
It's good enough for us!
Why! shall the idioms of our speech
Be banished and forgot
For this vain trash which moderns teach?
Well, no, sir; I guess not!
There's meaning in that homely phrase
No other words express--
No substitute therefor conveys
Such unobtrusive stress.
True Anglo-Saxon speech, it goes
Directly to the spot,
And he who hears it always knows
The worth of 'I--guess--not!'
poem by Eugene Field
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