Old Man (Faraway)
old man, old man,
sitting in your chair;
tell me the story
behind your faraway stare.
i can see by your wrinkles,
and the scars on your hands.
it's been a long journey
from that faraway land.
tell me who and why you fought,
tell me what you won and lost.
tell me who that you loved,
and who paid the cost.
tell me what you learned,
would you do it all again?
have you made peace with yourself,
are you ready to go 'round the bend?
old man, old man....
sitting in your chair;
tell me the story
behind your faraway stare....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Faraway
What a state to be in
Its a world of indecision
So self destructive
And such an ugly business
In and out of fashion
You always leave your mark
An indefinite decision
A dangerous remark
** when youre cold and tired
Dont turn your head away
The distance thats between us
Gets bigger every day
* how come you never see
Youre as faraway as faraway can be
Youre as faraway as faraway can be
You try so hard to impress
You talk the telephone to death
Its what you cant see that counts
But you havent worked that out yet
There is no reason
There is no plan
The truth can be deceptive
From such a quiet man
Theres madness in your words
Not wishing to be heard
But just like yesterday
Youve already slipped away
(* repeat)
(** repeat)
(* repeat)
Youre as faraway as faraway
As faraway as faraway
As faraway as faraway
As faraway as faraway
As faraway as faraway
As faraway from me as you can be
song performed by by Abc
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A Faraway Place
Oh if wishes could only come true,
you'd be with me. I'd be with you
and we would travel to a faraway place
where neither of us would have to face
all of the feelings of doubt and fear
that keep us apart and never near.
Life's too complicated I've found out
and so I'm left with so much doubt
as to how and why I can't let go?
All I'm sure of and all I know
is there is no faraway place where we
can escape and forget responsibility.
And so I know my wishes are in vain.
You can't be with me so I'll remain
lost in a world that is unfair,
wondering how and why and where
I can heal my heart, my dear?
For that faraway place is lost, I fear.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Faraway
Nested in the far deep,
beyond the the distant tuples of moreish smiles,
beyond the reach of a dayheat intoxicated sleep
faraway but not too long if you walk a few extra miles,
I promise, If you search you shall find.
Beneath the rolling waves of a recycled breath,
on a land formerly unclaimed
faraway from the falling moon and sun's death
through pages of titles unproclaimed
just go...
Beyond poems absorbed by a reflex thought,
between the cracked lines of a failing gravity
where we can only realise that love was never ment to be bought,
Then, true love we shall find!
poem by Mpho Leteng
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Only, If
You see me lonely
Like a turtle dove
You can up lift my spirit of love
Bringing delightful sunshine
To my gloomy life
Only, if
You promise never to curl my toes
I can hardly be in death throes
Giving green eyes but no a bell
No snowbell's chance in hell.
To the faraway love I cling
I can fix my broken wings
And fly faraway
Never get to return nor got astray.
Only, if
In a dream
I cross the sacred stream
I can reach your warm smile
Though faraway in thousands of miles
Only, if
I trek but not bear
Love we can share
Be straining the misery.
poem by Emmanuel Chris Nyasulu
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A Fairy
You are to go someday
To a faraway land, so fair.
The fairyland is simple,
For your enjoyment.
Its winter is as cold as its autumn
And spring and summer.
The land deserves praise,
Of its jewels and diamonds.
Joys do pretend, but these
Are the simplest ones.
The land of fairies defies gravity,
With goodness to display.
My fairy is in my garden
Telling me of this story.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sending The Old Man Home
Sending the old man home
By: jimmy buffett
1979
Theyre sendin the old man home
Back where the buffalo roam
Out in the pacific, they say he was the best
Now hes in his civies, headin home like all the rest
Hell never forget rosa lee
Or sleepless nights he fought upon the sea
Hell only have the memories
Or great books by james jones
cause theyre sendin the old man home
Faraway (faraway)
Faraway (faraway)
Another life so very far away
Theyll tear down the officers clubs
And write off the overdue subs
So lets drink to their memories
Our heroes and our pals
To those crazy navy flyers
To those swell hawaiian gals
The sailors will dance in the street
Then theyll mothball the whole damn fleet
Well only have the picture books
Of land, and sea, and foam
cause theyre sendin the old man home
Hell only have his memories
Or great books by james jones
cause theyre sendin the old man home
Notes -
Background vocals: jimmy buffett, james taylor, deborah mccoll
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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The Alien...
it is never the desire
of him
who writes so well to become another poet in the halls of fame,
no, not, and far from it,
all that he did was merely to unload
what was in his mind
on those dark nights
when he felt terribly
either sad, or horrified or lonely,
it is only sometimes when
he felt bliss
or those tiny pieces of happy
minutes that
comfort his mind
that eases his heart
on this long and lonely journey
toward a faraway place
which he thinks he must have been
but he cannot anymore remember
except that feeling
of
missing, that longing that no word has ever filled
that nostalgia that never disappears
while waiting
while standing by
on a train station that takes him back
to a rented room
while sitting on a chair as everything flashes
on him
like lightning
when he sees only shadows of trees
and rooftops
and then the heavy rain
compels him to close the window
though
this time
brave as he is on his own
there are no
more tears...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Faith Collapsing
you are the only person I know
but I take you round to people who are on the go
well you took me to a picture show
and what's the first thing I see
but them burning pictures of my head to toe, hey!
i'm not an effigy, no, no!
I asked you if you would be mad
if I packed my things and moved away to faraway land
well I packed my things and I moved to this place
and what's the first thing I see
but them burning pictures of me in my face, hey!
i'm not an effigy, no, no!
well I moved back from this faraway land
walked right into a room with me mum and me dad
well I saw my picture hanging on the wall
they tried to rip it and burn it
but it just withstood it all and I said hey!
i'm not an effigy
i'm not angry
i'm not an effigy... hey!
well walking around this stinking town
I look up at the buildings and they get me down
well I look to my left and then I look to my right
and then I realize they've been striking at me
since the middle of last night, hey!
i'm not an effigy
song performed by by Ministry
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Effigy
You are the only person I know
But I take you round to people who are on the go
Well you took me to a picture show
And what's the first thing I see
But them burning pictures of my head to toe, hey!
I'm not an effigy, no, no!
I asked you if you would be mad
If I packed my things and moved away to faraway land
Well I packed my things and I moved to this place
And what's the first thing I see
But them burning pictures of me in my face, hey!
I'm not an effigy, no, no!
Well I moved back from this faraway land
Walked right into a room with me mum and me dad
Well I saw my picture hanging on the wall
They tried to rip it and burn it
But it just withstood it all and I said hey!
I'm not an effigy
I'm not angry
I'm not an effigy... hey!
Well walking around this stinking town
I look up at the buildings and they get me down
Well I look to my left and then I look to my right
And then I realize they've been striking at me
Since the middle of last night, hey!
I'm not an effigy
song performed by by Ministry
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Lost To An Angel
Romance was over
And love went away.
She lost him to an Angel
In heaven faraway.
She knew he had entered
High heaven above,
And will always remember
Their encounter of love.
But his life now belongs
To someone apart,
He smiles at an Angel
Who has captured his heart.
Not long ago his kisses were wine
And for a brief year or two
Her blue eyes were blind.
Then to heaven he soared
One day in the spring
Left her standing alone
Where the birds did not sing.
Romance was over
And love went away.
She lost him to an Angel
In heaven faraway.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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BeLl
ringing
faraway
yet close
mingling and hurting
running
yet tripping
but still coming
the sounds
of freedom
of fights
running
yet tripping
but still coming
bashing up the brains
destroying the eardrums
running
yet tripping
faraway
ringing
the bell.
poem by Rajashri Saphia Singh
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The Foams Of The Sea
everyday the sea
brings us waves
stopping by the shore
then going back to
its journey again
to unknown shores
faraway continents
the joy, the beauty
is always there
no matter if nobody
is watching.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Deep Blue Sky
Close of from you there is always something
Dreams faraway - though twice is more than enough
Like time passes by to a world that will sing
In something that's happening all over the world
Brining to the ground what from inside is true
Footsteps going around to thinking once hurled
The playful of pulls to the up and the closing
And bringing away what they thought they found
Every aspect of happening in very first arousing
And bring to the distance
Every cloud faraway in the deep blue sky
With so much hazy of dreams that will try
With so much hazy of dreams going there by
To bring to the distance
To find what was once without any falling doubt
And giving enough of spaces there all between
Those go around in their wandering ways and about
In their hours of departing or staying
With every embrace of their opportunity
Like feelings that come for their unity
And everyone is finding inside of each own
For a while for a while
In something that's happening all over the world
Brining to the ground what from inside is true
Footsteps going around to thinking once hurled
And bring to the distance
Every cloud faraway in the deep blue sky
With so much hazy of dreams that will try
With so much hazy of dreams going there by
To bring to the distance
To the goings of my dreams in the faraway
Taking believes to its trail of another day
In the hours that come with each play
In something that's happening all over the world
Brining to the ground what from inside is true
Footsteps going around to thinking once hurled
And bring to the distance
Every cloud faraway in the deep blue sky
With so much hazy of dreams that will try
With so much hazy of dreams going there by
To bring to the distance
And bring to the distance
Every cloud faraway in the deep blue sky
With so much hazy of dreams that will try
With so much hazy of dreams going there by
To bring to the distance
And bring to the distance
Every cloud faraway in the deep blue sky
In the deep blue sky
*(Remember this is a lyric... The other part of my writing output is lyric writing and it’s as large as my poetry writing. However my largest output is writing music... Please Google 'Peter S. Quinn' If you’d like to see more. Thanks for your time. Peter)
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Bad Influence...
listen
you are unhappy
and you drive
alone
on those winding
roads
of the faraway mountains
looking for nothing
finding no one
at the end
of your journey
and exhausted you stop
for a while
beside the
abandoned cottage
trying to figure out
what went wrong
and why....
i told you
it is not the heart
there is none
who has it
i advise you
it is nothing but this
flesh
these hands
are scrutineers
this body
is as warm as black coffee
and you take
the initiative of
sipping what is there
on the table
you put your arms
around you
and you lick your
lips
bland taste
of too much
restraint
your legs have taken
roots
and now
you cannot move.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My hands holding some shadows
On white laces and flowing
Whiteness of dress
You walk towards a breezy
Shore on some dreams
Your black long hair flowing
Blown against your direction
Your soft hands touch your face
In disbelief
Why this sadness must come and
Happen and linger
In your almond eyes
Sadness like the night
Hovers you except for a surprise
You hum our song
From your heart
And though faraway I will always
Be there
My hands holding some shadows
To comfort you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sarah Recieves A Doll Named Melodie
On one special day, the day before Sarah’s birthday to be in fact,
Sarah received an anonymous box with no return address to be sent
back.
But once Sarah opened the box she was totally amazed,
For she had a doll from another planet that had a star-like gaze!
Yes, it was a cute girl doll with stars in her eyes and a big happy smile
that stretched a mile wide! !
Sarah was so happy and yelled out with joy she had received a
Krendoll doll which is a very magical toy.
She picked up the doll from out of the box and noticed it was wearing
a pair of bright pink socks.
He shoes were not on but there was a letter to Melodie’s side,
The letter starts out: “Hi, I’m Melodie, and I had a very long ride.
Yes, I came from another planet and was made especially for you,
To bring you lots of joy by playing the flute named the Lu Lu.”
Then the letter went on to say, “I will help you dream of faraway,
Faraway places that you will visit someday.”
Sarah held Melodie tight with both of her hands,
And noticed Melodie was wearing a shiny bright crystal headband.
The letter ended with a brief note of surprise,
It said, “Sarah, you will receive more magical gifts
From a land where magical toys come alive! ”
So, Sarah went to sleep with anticipation of what was to come,
For she couldn’t wait to visit the land that Melodie was from.
She noticed Melodie forever smiling,
And would bring her much happiness and joy,
For Melodie was made especially for Sarah
As her very own magical Birthday toy! !
Copyright 1995,2010 Suzae Chevalier
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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My hands holding some shadows
On white laces and flowing
Whiteness of dress
You walk towards a breezy
Shore on some dreams
Your black long hair flowing
Blown against your direction
Your soft hands touch your face
In disbelief
Why this sadness must come and
Happen and linger
In your almond eyes
Sadness like the night
Hovers you except for a surprise
You hum our song
From your heart
And though faraway I will always
Be there
My hands holding some shadows
To comfort you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fishing in the troubled waters
The thin line goes deeper and deeper in the bottomless ocean of life.
Where's the golden fish of hope in the journey of fantasy?
*To my faraway friend Denis who recognizes my holey vocabulary.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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You Are Here, Alone.
you are here again
where planes land
where another load of
people is transported
to their chosen destinations
you are one of them
now. A set of hands waiving.
Some kiss each other
cheek to cheek
they are leaving.
and you too. Looking for
silence in a faraway island.
all you need is a sleeping
bench on the white sandy beach.
no book. no cell phone.
you talk to yourself.
you take a walk.
you want to know yourself better.
and you know you will come back
again from the beginning.
the sun sets. it is dark.
you go where your mind takes you.
it will be strange, but it will be beautiful.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That Beautiful Somewhere...
That beautiful somewhere
Wherever you are
Those faraway places from here
In the days afar
That beautiful dream
In the distant from all
In a flowing stream
Those sometimes call
In dreams that come true
When days are in real
As memories we renew
With each our own feel
Days that once were blue
In aspects and appeal
Coming here again thru
With our thoughts surreal
That beautiful somewhere
Its touch and its flow
Those in far-away from nowhere
Those come here and go
Their magical spots
In evening of gold
Those beautiful plots
Those at times unfold
That beautiful somewhere
Wherever you are
Those faraway places from here
In the days afar
That beautiful of nowhere
In my heart and yours
Giving all its beauty to share
And life adores
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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