Diversions (American Attitude)
Diversions, diversions for our brain,
you choose one or the other.
You won't have to think for a few hours.
The diversion will help to smother
all the problems of the day
and make your headache go away.
Choose a sport or American Idol
and forget about the mess
that will meet you in the morning
and bring on all the stress.
Look for a job. None in sight?
Pay the bills. Money's tight.
Price at the pump out of sight
and you spend the day depressed.
It's not even worth getting dressed.
Afraid of the news? You got the blues?
Whatever you do you know you lose.
It's time to relax and watch TV.
It's diversion time once more.
These are the best hours of your day.
Tomorrow the lion will roar.
And you will leave your couch.
Another struggle to face is here.
Can't wait for your diversion
and an ice cold can of beer.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Too Much To Think About
Sister help take this pain from my heart
Help me stand up and find out whats right
Dont want to exist here in the dark
When the gates of eden offer so much light
But theres too much to think about
Too many problems in my brain
Yeah, theres too much to think about
How could I ever make up my mind
Young man lay down your guns
And hold your woman in your arms
The concretes not worth dying fo
They say theres more to this life
But theres too much to think about
Too many problems in my brain
Yeah, theres too much to think about
How could I ever make up my mind
So what am I living for
They say the truth is not hard to find
Its right here in front of my eyes
If I could just open my heart sometimes
But theres too much to think about
Too many problems in my brain
Yeah, theres too much to think about
How could I ever make up my mind
But theres too much to think about
Too many problems in my brain
Yeah, theres too much to think about
How could I ever make up my mind
Make up my mind
Make up my mind
Make up make up my mind
Make up make up my mind
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Of all the diversions of life, there is none so proper to fill up its empty spaces as the reading of useful and entertaining authors.
quote by David Viscott
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I knew I was going from the flock of Christ and had no resolution to return, hence serious reflections were uneasy to me, and youthful vanities and diversions were my greatest pleasure.
quote by John Woolman
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No entertainment is so cheap as reading, nor any pleasure so lasting. She will not want new fashions nor regret the loss of expensive diversions or variety of company if she can be amused with an author in her closet.
quote by Mary Wortley
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To Mrs. S---. Written In My Sickness.
Dear Psyche, come, with chearful Face,
And bless this desolated Place.
O come! my sickly Couch attend,
And ease the Anguish of your Friend.
Thy Soul, with ev'ry Grace supply'd,
Thy gen'rous Soul, in Friendship try'd,
With Wit, and nervous Sense delights;
And steals away the tardy Nights.
Whilst others to Diversions fly,
You watch the Sleep--forsaken Eye:
To Thee was giv'n the won'drous Pow'r,
To gild the melancholy Hour,
To sooth the long--distracted Brain,
And conquer ev'n the Tyrant Pain.
poem by Mary Barber
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Leave it Behind
I will not let define me, what happens behind me,
I am tied up with important stuff.
If my tushie is fair, only takes up one chair,
If it fits in clothes, that is enough!
'Does my bum look too big? ' is another girls gig,
I never look back for diversions.
If I choose to not to see it, I don't have to believe it,
I can dream up a thousand new versions
The one in my mind, is quite well defined,
It's tanned ‘til the line where it's not.
It's smooth and well toned, shaped like 2 domes,
Like a ripe peach or apricot
I don't mind the ruse, I simply refuse,
To miss out food that's delicious.
If it's up to my answer, I have the form of a dancer,
Look behind me, I'm boootylicious.
If you have a problem, with a butt that's been wobblin'
On every given day of the week
Take a tip from me, pretend you don't see
Or I'll tell you to kiss my cheek; ^)
© 2012
poem by Ruby Honeytip
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Monoclonal Perceptions
Greed has superceded,
And implemented their reason for living.
Even taking that from which another has...
To declare it theirs,
Has made their existence sad...
With these digressive diversions!
They have detached themselves,
From the teachings of faith and God.
With prayers to win with sins and deceit.
Believing the 'Creator' is theirs to claim,
While they choose to maim and defeat...
With greedy needs to conquer over others.
A mentality of destruction,
To isolate themselves in total darkness...
Keeps them in constant chants to war!
With interests only to deplete others of their rights to live!
And this Earth has tired of their monoclonal perceptions!
This treason against Mother Nature,
Has made 'her' quite upset.
And 'she' now uses all 'her' living cells,
In rebellion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Genuine Apology
Promises on bended knees
Sweet loving words to hear
Do not bring marriage bliss
Nor make the bond more dear.
Diamonds on some rings
Dinners by candlelight
Red roses, wine, and things
Do not make infidelity right.
Diversions from the Mrs
By a husband gone astray
Will soon blow up her fuses
Apologies wasted away.
Actions must prove sincerity
And commitment with no lies
Forgiveness demanding change
Without it, that's compromise.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
February 23,2010
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Heated Exchanges
The day blew in wide open
With me soaking up the irony
Of an incongruous Spring Sun;
Caught in the flap of mighty gales
Of Disdain...
I cower in diversions worried wrinke;
Springs enlightened opening still surveys...
Far ahead of a Summer of more discontent?
Where, perhaps, scorching days
Will still have their own ways...?
But avoiding the sullen of malevolent? ;
poem by Theodora Onken
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The Conqueror
Deep insight into our complex mind
and one finds
I
dominating our lives
hub
around which revolves our existence
touch, taste, hear, see and smell
senses
like crossroads
creating diversions
difficult to navigate
a path straight.
In the maze of selfishness
mine, yours, ours, theirs
nothing matters but
I.
Once perception of reality
and realization dawns
that
I and you are not
we
but ONE
one becomes the conqueror
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Welcome to the Club
Welcome to the club
Of six billion people
Each one convinced
There a membership of one
And constantly asserting
That they're all alone
While everyone around them
Searches daily too belong
In activities and routines
Finding diversions and pursuits
But always saying no one knows
The pain of smiles suffering
When everyone has a card
In a membership of one
To a club that has 6 billion
And growing more alone.
poem by Kevin Patrick
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Problems
I have problems, and you have problems
Let's make problems with our problems
When I'm the problem you're the problem
But we know where the problem for one another
I start my day by any other way
Looking under my bed for the metallic crate
Encrypted with a steel isomorphic key
Projecting documents enveloped with two words
"Today's problems"
When I have no problems I make more problems
To entwine the world with inventive problems
What would we do if we did not have problems?
Neglect our security for hypothesizing new problems
Problems, Problems, Problems
An exegesis of problems
Categorized and productized
In rationale arrangements
Ontologically customized
Parasitically neurological
And involuntarily exercised
I empty the glass and make if full
To furbish the center that never holds
Happiness elixirs baseless catchment
Percolating vertices of inverted orphans
So what's the problem?
poem by Kevin Patrick
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Look...Over There!
Diversion.
Look...
Over there!
Diversion.
Look...
Over there!
Diversion.
Look...
Over there!
Diversion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obsession Is A Blessing
Obsession is an irrational desire,
Often occurring across the genders,
Objectionable sometimes with danger,
Affecting mostly the low esteem ones.
The unfulfilled desires cause obsession;
The misplaced affection is the result.
The change of venues and diversions
Of attentions may mitigate the effects.
To turn a writer is a good option.
Obsession will drain in catharses.
Obsession can make outstanding writers.
To have fantasy of it is a safe rout.
The forbidden or the formidable
You are obsessed with, can be brought to you
Literally by imagination
And can be enjoyed by mind and physic.
To be obsessed with the one not your sex
Is the most pleasurable experience
Which one can have even in one way path
Without prejudice to reputation.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sport Just A Diversion
The anthem of Australian Rules Football the song known as 'We'll be there'
And Aussie Rules fans who do not know this song by heart to say the least quite rare
On Saturday after the game at the M C G in groups as they walk along the street
A song sung by the winning fans since victory is sweet.
They sing 'We were there when the boys became the men' their religion is football
And they tell all of those who wish to hear 'the greatest game of all'
But sport is just a diversion from the big problems out there
In the World where the haves make more and the have nots live in despair
Of ever getting anywhere in life they live in poverty
They live their dreams through the success of celebrities that they see on t.v.
And sport is a diversion for them from the reality
Of ever knowing success themselves suppose what is to be will be.
Sport just a diversion from reality for the have nots to enjoy
Poor teenagers dream of sporting fame a dream for most that die
Before they reach their forties when they come to realize
That life is very different when seen through ageing eyes
poem by Francis Duggan
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This Life
I have sworn that I shall try to keep
all the things that don’t make me weep
foremost in my daily excursions
and in the folly of my diversions.
For to weep at all of misfortunes and woes
is to spend my life in doubt,
never to fully enjoy life’s gifts
and find myself without
all the things I came here for,
granted by my birth.
the bounteous gifts that I do own
and all that they are worth.
I have sworn to take in stride
whom I’ve become and shun all pride.
As I walk each step in front of me
I will do my best in repartee.
For to stay silent and keep within
is to always lose and never win
I’d succumb to loneliness and sorrow
and sit and wait for an endless tomorrow.
And those tomorrows may never appear.
I may only have today.
So all I have sworn is what I will do,
no matter come what may.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I Have Sworn
I have sworn that I shall try to keep
all the things that don’t make me weep
foremost in my daily excursions
and in the folly of my diversions.
For to weep at all of misfortunes and woes
is to spend my life in doubt,
never to fully enjoy life’s gifts
and find myself without
all the things I came here for,
granted by my birth.
the bounteous gifts that I do own
and all that they are worth.
I have sworn to take in stride
whom I’ve become and shun all pride.
As I walk each step in front of me
I will do my best in repartee.
For to stay silent and keep within
is to always lose and never win
I’d succumb to loneliness and sorrow
and sit and wait for an endless tomorrow.
And those tomorrows may never appear.
I may only have today.
So all I have sworn is what I will do,
no matter come what may.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Michael....How are you?
If Michael was a mentor and a friend
you'd think I should have known when he had died.
A year or so has skipped by since his end.
A year in which I've been pre-occupied
with other daft diversions of the day,
and re-inventing reasons not to care.
So much to do with so little to say,
till now his legacy may lift me where
I may regain the banter and the wits
which decorated many daily duels.
In private or on forums as befits
We'd oscillate from geniuses to fools.
Some days we drove each other round the bend..
Yes. Michael is a mentor and a friend.
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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Problems (feat. Koffee Brown)
Problems
Problems with your girl today
Problems
Problems with your man today
situations hard to handle
got me goin out ofmy head
theres so much pressure
i just cant deal
you think its all about you
and that sex appeal
but i got problems
(slickin around on the "L" to the hotel all around town) let me know
(whos it gonna be him or me)
it cant be three
problems
problems with your girl today
problems
problems with your girl today
here we are
the two of us together
takin this crazy chance
to be all alone
my man dont know
that we been lovin eachother
cuz if he found out
we'll have nothin
nothin but
Problems
problems with your man today
problems
problems with your man today
problems
problems with your man today
problems
problems with your man today
said can i get a witness
so many problems
can i get a witness
can i get a witness
so many problems
can i get a witness
problems
problems with your girl today
problems
problems with your man today
problems
problems with your girl today
problems
problems with your man today
song performed by by Next
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My Journey...
I have traveled far and seen much on my journey
The diversions have been many and varied
I have sailed stormy seas and meandered sleepy rivers
Yet as the sun sets on another day I know
That my journey has forged who I have become
I have been battered and bruised, counted out
Sunk into worlds of deep despair and hopelessness
Fought to hold my head above sanity's tide
I know now I was never truly alone on my journey
The comfort and frienship of others always with me
They have been my beacon of light in my darekest times
Together we have laughed, loved, danced and cried
Magical moments to feed me through immortality
For my journey has become more than I ever imagined
And I realise now I would not change a single thing
It is not my mission to be perfect and satisfy others
The only one who I need to truly love me... Is me
Then and only then may my journey make sense...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
Only when you have realised who you are,
Shall you begin to know your true value...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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