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At an Old Drawer

Before this scarf was faded,
What hours of mirth it knew;
How gayly it paraded
From smiling eyes to view.
The days were tinged with glory,
The nights too quickly sped,
And life was like a story
Where all the people wed.

Before this rosebud wilted,
How passionately sweet
The wild waltz smelled and lilted
In time for flying feet;
How loud the bassoons muttered,
The horns grew madly shrill,
And oh! the vows lips uttered
That hearts could not fulfill.

Before this fan was broken,
Behind its lace and pearl
What whispered words were spoken,
What hearts were in a whirl;
What homesteads were selected
In Fancy's realm of Spain,
What castles were erected
Without a room for pain.

When this odd glove was mated,
How thrilling seemed the play;
Maybe our hearts are sated--
We tire so soon to-day.
O, thrust away these treasures,
They speak the dreary truth;
We have outgrown the pleasures
And keen delights of youth.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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My Heart Stood Still

I laughed at sweethearts I met at schools
All indiscreet hearts seemed romantic fools
A house in iceland was my hearts domain
I saw your eyes, now castles rise in spain!
I took one look at you, thats all I meant to do
And then my heart stood still,
My feet could step and walk, my lips could move and talk
And yet my heart stood still
Though not a single word was spoken, I could tell you knew
That unfelt clasp of hands told me so well you knew
I never lived at all until the thrill of that moment when
My heart stood still
Through all my school days, I hated boys
Those april fool days brought me loveless joys
I read my plato, love, I thought a sin
But since your kiss, Im reading missus glyn!

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Hearts Render

From birth tiny hearts all grow
As they mature they will know
What hearts are created for

Not by their sizes alone
Do mature hearts become known
Hearts need be judged by much more

Hearts can be carelessly torn
Readily become careworn
Life will lend each heart some pain

Yet such forlorn hearts will heal
Careworn hearts learn how to deal
Mended hearts strength thereby gain

Hearts become bruised and broken
By cruel words that are spoken
Rejections tear them apart

Once healed such hearts find power
Much greater love then will flower
Love rendered by a mended heart

poem by Mary Havran
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Women s Silence Awakened

(9/9/12)

For centuries they had to walk behind the man
Because men thought that they could not understand
Politics or the power of glory
That to them was just a story.

But women from the start, always knew
What was in their hearts.
In their hearts, and in the hearts of their men

They knew when to act like a lover
And when to be a friend.
When to keep quite and when to give an ear
Of this they had no fear.

They supported their men because of the
Love they had inside, and of that
They did not deny.
But in their hearts they knew it had to be
A two way street.

That they must support each other in
All their endeavors and failures in life.
This is what they do as husband and wife.

The more that time passed the more that
Women s silence awakened
It was awakened to voice their opinions
Thoughts, and emotions
Of this it had to be spoken.

Now women have most of the rights of men
And into every field they will defend
They realize that now they can show
That whatever man conceives, They will do - and do believe.
They may not get paid as much as men
But they will in the end.

poem by Louis Rams
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Isaura

Dost thou not tire, Isaura, of this play?

'What play?' Why, this old play of winning hearts!

Nay, now, lift not thine eyes in that feigned way:

'Tis all in vain—I know thee and thine arts.

Let us be frank, Isaura. I have made

A study of thee; and while I admire

The practised skill with which thy plans are laid,

I can but wonder if thou dost not tire.

Why, I tire even of Hamlet and Macbeth!

When overlong the season runs, I find

Those master-scenes of passion, blood, and death,

After a time do pall upon my mind.

Dost thou not tire of lifting up thine eyes

To read the story thou hast read so oft—

Of ardent glances and deep quivering sighs,

Of haughty faces suddenly grown soft?

Is it not stale, oh, very stale, to thee,

The scene that follows? Hearts are much the same;

The loves of men but vary in degree—

They find no new expressions for the flame.

Thou must know all they utter ere they speak,

As I know Hamlet's part, whoever plays.

Oh, does it not seem sometimes poor and weak?

I think thou must grow weary of their ways.

I pity thee, Isaura! I would be

The humblest maiden with her dream untold

Rather than live a Queen of Hearts, like thee,

And find life's rarest treasures stale and old.

I pity thee; for now, let come what may,

Fame, glory, riches, yet life will lack all.

Wherewith can salt be salted? And what way

Can life be seasoned after love doth pall?

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Wild Hearts Run Out Time

You're gone again this morning.
How long will you keep running on and on.
Can't you see the warning.
I need you more than ever.
Before you're gone forever.
Please don't let your heart run out of time.
Wild hearts run out of time.
When you're up against the night.
Don't stand there all alone.
In the dying of the light.
Wild hearts run out of time.
And you'll need a love like mine.
To show you hope is there.
In the sunshine of your mind.
Wild hearts run out of time.
Don't let this old world turn you.
Dont' let the wild life hurt you anymore.
Don't let the bright lights burn you.
Please don't stand there crying.
Because the time is flying.
I can't let your heart run out of time.
Wild hearts run out of time.
When you're up against the night.
Don't stand there all alone.
In the dying of the light.
Wild hearts run out of time.
And you'll need a love like mine.
To show you hope is there
In the sunshine of your mind.
Wild hearts run of time.
It could be yours or mine.
It happens all the time.
Wild hearts run out of time.
It could be yours or mine.
It happens all the time.
Wild hearts run out of time.
Wild hearts run out of time.

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Little Words

Little words penned to broken hearts
Whispered names of a loves regret
Each one who somehow got away
Leaves a thought to a poem in place
Cashing in on the emotion left
The business world of a hearts ache
Making profit from a memory
Writing to keep a piece for yourself
Little words penned to a hearts desire
Lustful thoughts included at price
A story book of emotional strife
Sold to pay for self improvement
Sold to purchase that better life
Little words penned of a new love found
One that will be kept close and safe
One not for sale at any price
The poetry written with a smile
Little words talking loud

poem by Matthew Holloway
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In The Words Of Bluesman Jack

From bar to bar
I play my life story
to the crowd

I play for the people
I play for my sanity

I've played
for forty years on the road
with nothing but the blues

I've lived a full life
but a lonely life
The hearts I have taken
The hearts I have broken

It all comes together
in the blues songs of salvation
with the pain and the hate
of a world in despair

From bar to bar
I play my life story
to the crowd

I play them the blues
the blues of salvation

poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Wild Hearts Run Out Of Time

Roy orbison/will jennings
Youre gone again this morning.
How long will you keep running on and on.
Cant you see the warning.
I need you more than ever.
Before youre gone forever.
Please dont let your heart run out of time.
Wild hearts run out of time.
When youre up against the night.
Dont stand there all alone.
In the dying of the light.
Wild hearts run out of time.
And youll need a love like mine.
To show you hope is there.
In the sunshine of your mind.
Wild hearts run out of time.
Dont let this old world turn you.
Dont let the wild life hurt you anymore.
Dont let the bright lights burn you.
Please dont stand there crying.
Because the time is flying.
I cant let your heart run out of time.
Wild hearts run out of time.
When youre up against the night.
Dont stand there all alone.
In the dying of the light.
Wild hearts run out of time.
And youll need a love like mine.
To show you hope is there
In the sunshine of your mind.
Wild hearts run of time.
It could be yours or mine.
It happens all the time.
Wild hearts run out of time.
It could be yours or mine.
It happens all the time.
Wild hearts run out of time.
Wild hearts run out of time.

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Their Hearts Were Full Of Spring

Theres a story told of a very gentle boy
And the girl who wore his ring
Through the wintery snow
The world they knew was one
For their hearts were full of spring
As the days grew old
And the nights passed into time
And the weeks and years took wind
Gentle boy, tender girl
Their love remained still young
For their hearts were full of spring
Then one day they died
And their graves were side by side
On a hill where robins sing
And they say violets
Grow there the whole year round
For their hearts were full of spring

song performed by by Beach Boys
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Sitting by the Fire

Barren Age and withered World!
Oh! the dying leaves,
Like a drizzling rain,
Falling round the roof -
Pattering on the pane!
Frosty Age and cold, cold World!
Ghosts of other days,
Trooping past the faded fire,
Flit before the gaze.
Now the wind goes soughing wild
O'er the whistling Earth;
And we front a feeble flame,
Sitting round the hearth!
Sitting by the fire,
Watching in its glow,
Ghosts of other days
Trooping to and fro.

Oh, the nights - the nights we've spent,
Sitting by the fire,
Cheerful in its glow;
Twenty summers back -
Twenty years ago!
If the days were days of toil
Wherefore should we mourn;
There were shadows near the shine,
Flowers with the thorn?
And we still can recollect
Evenings spent in mirth -
Fragments of a broken life,
Sitting round the hearth:
Sitting by the fire,
Cheerful in its glow,
Twenty summers back -
Twenty years ago.

Beauty stooped to bless us once,
Sitting by the fire,
Happy in its glow;
Forty summers back -
Forty years ago.
Words of love were interchanged,
Maiden hearts we stole;
And the light affection throws
Slept on every soul.
Oh, the hours went flying past -
Hours of priceless worth;
But we took no note of Time,
Sitting round the hearth:
Sitting by the fire,
Happy in its glow,
Forty summers back -
Forty years ago.

Gleesome children were we not?
Sitting by the fire,
Ruddy in its glow,
Sixty summers back -
Sixty years ago.
Laughing voices filled the room;
Oh, the songs we sung,
When the evenings hurried by -
When our hearts were young!
Pleasant faces watched the flame -
Eyes illumed with mirth -
And we told some merry tales,
Sitting round the hearth:
Sitting by the fire,
Ruddy in its glow,
Sixty summers back -
Sixty years ago.

Barren Age and withered World!
Oh, the dying leaves,
Like a drizzling rain,
Falling round the roof -
Pattering on the pane!
Frosty Age and cold, cold World!
Ghosts of other days,
Trooping past the faded fire,
Flit before the gaze.
Now the wind goes soughing wild
O'er the whistling Earth;
And we front a feeble flame,
Sitting round the hearth:
Sitting by the fire,
Watching, in its glow,
Ghosts of other days
Trooping to and fro!

poem by Henry Kendall
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The World Of Broken Hearts

Every night youll find me in the only world I own.
Its a crowded place thats filled with people all alone.
Its a place that I could write a book about.
When they let you in, youll find theres no way out.
There you dont get in, cause theres no way out
Theres just no way out.
No way out when your in a world of broken hearts,
In a world of broken hearts,
Of broken hearts,
Of broken hearts.
Those who enter here are told to leave their dreams behind.
You may never get to sleep again, but you dont mind.
Its a place that I could write a book about.
When they let you in, youll find theres no way out.
There you dont get in, cause theres no way out
Theres just no way out.
No way out when your in a world of broken hearts,
In a world of broken hearts,
Of broken hearts,
Of broken hearts.
In a world of broken hearts,
In a world of broken hearts,
In a world of broken hearts,
Of broken hearts,
Of broken hearts.
(repeat and fade)

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Thundering Hearts

In these long, hot summer days
Need a way to cool ourselves down
Pop off the top of that chevrolet
Drive through the carwash
Laugh and fall around
Smokin the old ducados the old man got down in spain
Eatin eggs and french fries on the side
Ride that harley davidson in the hot summer heat
Lord knows that I just love to ride
Go by and pick up that kentucky girl
She knew me when I got my start
Oh yeah, those were diferent days...
Chorus:
In the valley of the thundering hearts
Thundering hearts
Thundering hearts
Thundering hearts
Get your crazy hair, girl, right on my face
This old rednecks on fire, burnin? up
Give us a kiss, baby, make it on the same place
Humiditys about to drive me all crazy wild
Pretty soon the sun will be goin? down
And this little town will be cool and dark
Forget about heaven. let me stay here forever
Chorus:
In the valley of the thundering hearts
Thundering hearts
Thundering hearts
Thundering hearts

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Yesterday When I Was Young

(charles aznavour / herbert kretzmer)
Spoken : somehow, it seems the love I knew was always the most destructive kind
Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet
As rain upon my tongue
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
The way the evening breeze
May tease the candle flame
The thousand dreams I dreamed
The splendid things I planned
I always built to last on weak and shifting sand
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
And only now I see how the time ran away
Yesterday when I was young
So many lovely songs were waiting to be sung
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my eyes refused to see
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation that I can now recall
Concerned itself with me and nothing else at all
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died
The friends I made all somehow seemed to slip away
And only now Im left alone to end the play, yeah
Oh, yesterday when I was young
So many, many songs were waiting to be sung
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my eyes refused to see
There are so many songs in me that wont be sung
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
The time has come for me to pay for yesterday
When I was young

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Streams of Broken Hearts

For all hearts ever
broken, memories
fade, no never.

Dreams of life time together,
hurt, casted aside
Streams of Broken Hearts
flowing down our life forever.

So in love were we
tears, anger, broken,
now apart are you and me.

Where is the lost love
we once had
faded into our heart
long ago, flew away like, a dove.

Flowing past life's pathway,
Streams of Broken Hearts
drifting, slowing, until other day

wrote 1-7-07

poem by Jim Foulk
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Broken Hearts

So many guys
So many girls
Falling for each other
Little do they know
What is to come
Broken hearts
They don't seem harmful
But, oh, you are so blind
The pain
The unbearable pain
That Broken hearts bring
They leave you crying for help
Falling to your knees in pain
Wishing you never knew love
Wishing you never loved
Yet, love is so beautiful
So wonderful, so amazing
But not the after taste
Oh, no, not that
Broken hearts are so much harder to fix
Than scrapped knees
The scar is deeper
That no kiss can fix
Oh, the pain, the unbearable, throbbing pain
Broken hearts bring

poem by Stephanie Sanchez
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Everything Is Broken

Broken lines, broken strings, broken threads, broken springs
Broken idols, broken heads, people sleeping in broken beds
Aint no use jivin, aint no use jokin
Everything is broken
Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates
Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts
Broken words never meant to be spoken
Everything is broken
Seems like every time you stop and turn around
Someone else has just hit the ground
Broken cutters, broken saws, broken buckles, broken laws
Broken bodies, broken bones, broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath, feel like youre chokin
Everything is broken
Every time you leave and go off some place
Things fall to pieces in my face
Broken hands on broken plows, broken treaties, broken vows
Broken pipes, broken tools, people bending broken rules
Hound dog howlin, bullfrog croakin
Everything is broken

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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My Heart Stood Still

I laughed at sweethearts
I met at schools
All indiscreet hearts
Seemed romantic fools
A house in Iceland
Was my heart's domain
I saw your eyes
Now castles rise in Spain!
I took one look at you
That's all I meant to do
And then my heart stood still
My feet could step and walk
My lips could move and talk
And yet my heart stood still
Though not a single word was spoken
I could tell you knew
That unfelt clasp of hands
Told me so well you knew
I never lived at all
Until the thrill of that moment when
My heart stood still
Though not a single word was spoken
I could tell you knew
That unfelt clasp of hands
Told me so well you knew
I never lived at all
Until the thrill of that moment when
My heart stood still
All that moment when
My heart stood still
My heart stood still
My heart stood still

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Everything Is Broken

Broken lines, broken strings
Broken threads, broken springs,
Broken idols, broken heads,
People sleeping in broken beds.
Aint no use jiving,
Aint no use joking,
Everything is broken.
Broken bottles, broken plates,
Broken switches, broken gates,
Broken dishes, broken parts,
Streets are filled with broken hearts.
Broken words never meant to be spoken,
Everything is broken.
Seems like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground
Broken cutters, broken saws,
Broken buckles, broken laws,
Broken bodies, broken bones,
Broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath, feel like youre chokin,
Everything is broken.
Every time you leave and go off someplace
Thangs fall to pieces in my face
Broken hands on broken ploughs,
Broken treaties, broken vows,
Broken pipes, broken tools,
People bending broken rules.
Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking,
Everything is broken.

song performed by by Kenny Wayne Shepherd
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Old Souls

Some people are young but very old
Life changes in a moments time
Pain and grief create ancient wisdom
Many struggle for hope and sunshine

Can you see past the smiling mask?
Hearts broken trying to find joy
Lonely people talking to themselves
A mother dies leaving her young boy

So sick of all this trite competition
Obsessed with beauty and youth
How cruel to make a girl feel homely
Love is the only real healing truth

Kindness is the finest of virtues
Broken vows and dreams crushed
Cancer wards and old folks homes
Everyone seems in such a rush

Wars and rumors of war
The ten year old going on fifty
Look at all the disenfranchised
All the fine print, gangs in cities

Veterans sleeping under bridges
Broken teeth and no health care
Can you see it on their faces?
The plight of an age of despair

Look deep in the eyes of old souls

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Memories I Harbor

Memories I Harbor

I decided to retire as destiny was against me.

The four cold walls the lap top and just me. …

The days seem long the nights oh so short.

As memories unfold of the days I boldy fought.

For dreams that I wished be soon a reality.

The laughter the joy was all mine in plenty.

Standing never alone and with many murmurs.

Of many a love story for the hearts to stir.

The days of school and friends sweet n near.

Hearts filled with delight with love so dear.

Now I open my wet eyes and Nature do speak.

As I see my hair with those greying streak.

I look around me so many loved ones..

Gone beyond, I stand alone under God sun.

Confused with pain youth cant understand.

Reach out for my grand kids kind hands.

The soft look the twinkle of their eyes.

And their sweetness special i do proudly spy.

Every step every move and their sparkling smile.

Fills my heart a happiness, journey worthwhile.

As my grandkids lay a good night kiss on my head.

It leads me to gently rest my tired self on bed.

poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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