Tiny Roses
a tub of tiny roses,
a couple in full bloom,
the rest in varying stages
of undress...
and a smile i havent seen
for some time...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Yet to bloom
Mother Earth has yet to bloom.
Like a flower that has just budded,
Mother Earth has unlimited potentials.
The Universe hides secrets from tiny Earth
Which unfolds its wonders in stages.
As crawling creatures turned into
Flying creatures and apes into men,
We will have creatures that can even
Crisscross the universe at the speed of
Their own wish one day.
Yet to bloom though Mother Earth is old
By human measurements.
The day will come when our technology
Will be thought as nothing more
Than stone-age appliances are to us.
Given the opportunity to bloom
Further that is, Mother Earth.
Its full bloom beyond our thoughts.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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When The Roses Bloom Again
When the roses bloom again,
I know that spring is here.
When the roses bloom again,
love will fill the air;
hearts will start to flutter
like a small bird on the wing.
Voices from the rooftops
will once again begin to sing.
When the roses bloom again,
to my loving arms you will come.
I will feel the warmth and tenderness
of your loving embrace.
When the roses bloom again,
everything will be as it always was.
The perfumes of a new day
will fill my world with love,
and all this will happen
when the roses bloom again.
26 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Undress for the T.S.A (tune of Come to the Cabaret)
What good is sittin' alone in your room
Hop on a flight today,
First Take off your coat, your hat, your shoes
Undress for the T.S.A..
We’ll scan your suitcase, your ipod and phone
Mister, we have all day,
Undress for the T.S.A. you scum
Undress for the T.S.A..
We grope the guys, we fondle girls
Best of all our acts are legal
Because we’re working for the Eagle
No use permittin' a Prophet’s buffoons
To Wipe every smile away, yes
Undress for the T.S.A. you scum
Undress for the T.S.A!
What good are privacy rights anymore?
With full body scans O.K’d,
Bend over, cough, salute the flag
Undress for the T.S.A.
I once enjoyed holidays by the shore
but now I just drive most days,
rather that than the T.S.A, old Chum
Rather that than the T.S.A.
And as for me,
As for me,
What good is waiting on long airport lines
at the mercy of the T.S.A.
While someone named Kalid pats you down
wands you and kicks your bags around
Makes me loathe the T.S.A.!
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Til The Roses Bloom
‘Til the roses bloom, and you return
Once more to me in peace.
I'll light a candle in my heart,
Whose glow will never cease.
For then once more, we'll love and laugh,
And walk through life together.
So ‘Til the yellow roses bloom,
Through all of life's rough weather,
I'll walk alone with smile on lips,
And thoughts of others spurn.
Until the roses lift their heads
And you to me return.
poem by Rosi Caswell
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Good Year For The Roses
I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes there in the ashtray
Lyin cold the way you left em, but at least your lips caressed them while
You packed
Or the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured and didnt drink
But at least you thought you wanted it, thats so much more than I can say
For me
What a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowin
Funny I dont even care
As you turn to walk away
As the door behind you closes
The only thing I have to say
Its been a good year for the roses
After three full years of marriage, its the first time that you havent
Made the bed
I guess the reason were not talkin, theres so little left to say we
Havent said
While a million thoughts go racin through my mind, I find I havent said a word
>from the bedroom the familiar sound of a babys cryin goes unheard
What a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowin
Funny I dont even care
As you turn to walk away
As the door behind you closes
The only thing I have to say
Its been a good year for the roses
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Havent Got Time For The Pain
(carly simon/jacob brackman)
All those crazy nights when I cried myself to sleep
Now melodrama never makes me weep anymore
cause I havent got time for the pain
I havent got room for the pain
I havent the need for the pain
Not since Ive known you
You showed me how, how to leave myself behind
How to turn down the noise in my mind
Now I havent got time for the pain
I havent got room for the pain
I havent the need for the pain
Not since Ive known you
Suffering was the only thing that made me feel I was alive
Though thats just how much it cost to survive in this world
til you showed me how, how to fill my heart with love
How to open up and drink in all that white love
Pouring down from the heaven
I havent got time for the pain
I havent got room for the pain
I havent the need for the pain
Not since Ive known you
song performed by by Carly Simon
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You Just Havent Earned It Yet, Baby
If youre wondering why
All the love that you long for eludes you
And people are rude and cruel to you
Ill tell you why
Ill tell you why
Ill tell you why
Ill tell you why
You just havent earned it yet, baby
You just havent earned it, son
You just havent earned it yet, baby
You must suffer and cry for a longer time
You just havent earned it yet, baby
And Im telling you now ...
If youre wondering why
When all I wanted from life was to be famous
I have tried for so long, its all gone wrong
Ill tell you why
Ill tell you why
Ill tell you why
Ill tell you why
But you wouldnt believe me
You just havent earned it yet, baby
You just havent earned it, son
You just havent earned it yet, baby
You must suffer and cry for a longer time
You just havent earned it yet, baby
And Im telling you now ...
Ill tell you why
Ill tell you why
Today I am remembering the time
When they pulled me back
And held me down
And looked me in the eyes and said
You just havent earned it yet, baby
You just havent earned it, my son
You just havent earned it yet, baby
You must stay on your own for slightly longer
You just havent earned it yet baby
And Im telling you now ...
You just havent earned it yet, baby
Oh ...
You just havent earned it yet, baby
Oh ...
Oh
song performed by by Smiths
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Rose Scent Danger Perfumes The Air
behold bloom of blood red roses sing
bud was tight intensity feeling growing
bloom was red petals wonder spreading
roses sweet full bloom entice mystic heaven scent smelling
fresh youthful complexion jasmine tears silk sheen waxing
sharp thorns do pierce blood prick conscience world relaxing
snow dusts rose bushes stripped bare in judgements pending
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Put Your Hands On Me
I dont know about the travel of time
And Ive never seen most of the world
I dont know
Diving out of the sky
Or living like the diamonds
Of pearls
See I havent danced to a musical tune
And I havent noticed the flowers in bloom
I havent smiled
When alone in my room very much
Then we touched
I just know
When you put your hands on me
I feel sexy
And my body turns to gold
I just know
When you put your hands on me
I feel ready
And I lose my self-control
I dont know if a doll can unwind
Or how to make a person go
I dont know how to be what you like
And simply open up the depth of my soul
So I keep my wings
And my eyes on the down
Ready for nothing
But holding my ground
I havent used
A particular noun very much
Then we touched
I wont notice
Or pay you no mind
Boy I couldnt care less
What you do with your time
Your fingertips on my hips
Just move me like one of a kind
song performed by by Christina Aguilera
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Wetness
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
Denying heat wont make it go away.
Saying something different,
Is in conflict with your mission.
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
Lie about it!
Try to hide those naked wishes in your mind.
Deny and fight it.
But you know fresh meat is what you want to find.
To bump and grind as you're sighing.
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
You despair for nakedness and wetness.
You want it there,
Some sex and wetness.
Keeping you uptight at night,
And restless.
Ooooohhhyeah...
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
mmmmm...
That sex and wetness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In twin
It needs a couple of wings
To fly
A couple to walk
A couple to talk
And for love a couple of hearts
to beat
To rain it needs a couple
To shine it needs a couple
And the life it needs to share
With couple
For one smile it needs
two hearts
In one band
in the bundle of love
The heart is not alone
Not bachelor
That is way
They beat
In twin.
poem by Sallam Yassin
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Look Carefully
when your feet
land on the desert
look carefully
rest a bit and breathe
a while
the hot air and do not
be frightened
the mirage may mislead
and the far distance
may be too drowning
but look down
on your feet for beside you
is this little flower
purple and too tiny
in full bloom
too pleasing
to the eyes
of the one
lost in
his affections
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stages
Its a fine time to fall in love with you,
I aint got a single thing to do.
It happened before I knew what was going on.
I fell out and knew that I was gone.
Stages keep on changing,
Stages rearranging love.
Then you left me standing all alone,
I couldnt even get you on the phone.
Were you just confused and didnt know
If you should stay or if you had to go?
Stages keep on changing,
Stages rearranging love.
Now youre back and say youre gonna stay.
I wouldnt have it any other way.
Tell me its for real and let me know
Why does lovin have to come and go.
Stages keep on changing,
Stages rearranging love.
song performed by by ZZ Top
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Better Off Blue
(susan longacre/walt aldridge)
Whos that knocking in the middle of the night
With a hand full of flowers to make it all right
If youre thinking Ill forgive you one more time
I aint that lonely and love aint that blind
Id be better off blue for a couple of nights
Better blue now than the rest of my life
Better off finding somebody new
After what you put me through
Baby, Im better off blue
Wasnt it you who said it was over
Now youre out there wanting back in
Its the same old book with a brand new cover
Id have to be crazy to read it again
Id be better off blue for a couple of nights
Better blue now than the rest of my life
Better off finding somebody new
After what you put me through
Baby, Im better off blue
Better off blue as a midnight hour
Blue as the heart of a red hot flame
Better than buying your lame excuses
Praying somehow someday youll change
Id be better off blue for a couple of nights
Better blue now than the rest of my life
Better off finding somebody new
After what you put me through
Baby, Im better off blue
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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Symbolic Spring
Spring is like birth.
You finally come onto the Earth.
You bloom and grow like flowers.
As birth can go on for hours.
The color of you is red.
Like the roses in a rose bed.
Your first breath is a scream of doom.
Not everything has hit full bloom.
poem by Sammi Schneider
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Look at the hands striking the clock
You time has emerged
A young dawn like grass of midnight
Blood born in veins through the poppy pain
Will bloom like the roses in your garden
Those roses for which you know
Are hearts transplanted of a moment choked
They open up to you in a smile
They leaf alike call your hands into the growth
And you by the window
You who hasn’t lost the hearts as yes
You cry into the night
With the time cracking from behind a built in panes
Towards you
Why
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Before The Roses Bloom Again
You said goodbye,
said that we would not see
each other again.
You said that love had departed,
a long, long time ago,
and now our world, was nothing but make-believe.
A routine fantasy,
for others to believe,
that we were happy.
So before the roses bloom again,
we are saying our goodbyes,
and discarding our fakes disguises,
we have worn so long.
If we move away,
no one will ever know
we are both starting over,
in worlds far apart.
So before the roses bloom again,
we will have found new love to start again.
26 May 2007
poem by David Harris
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Self Praise Stages
When people are in their self praise stages...
They should be given the attention.
Today...
Very few people have hobbies,
Or interests that makes them feel proud.
When people are in their self praise stages...
They should be given the attention.
There is something about people like this,
Others would say are egotistical.
I find them to be inspirational.
So many of the others are caught up,
In backstabbings, defamation of character...
And deep they are in self deception.
So whenever I am around those,
Who are in their self praise stages...
I am amazed they are not professing a self hate.
Or in the reception of doubts and complaints.
However...
Those on stages self praising themselves,
Is a different perspective.
These folks don't have time to be introspective.
Self praising from stages most get paid to do.
This can be compared to individuals,
Who have been 'called' to administer...
A self righteousness affixed to wholesome boredom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The New Spring
The long grief left her old—and then
Came love and made her young again
As though some newer, gentler Spring
Should start dead roses blossoming;
Old roses that have lain full long
In some forgotten book of song,
Brought from their darkness to be one
With lilting winds and rain and sun;
And as they too might bring away
From that dim volume where they lay
Some lyric hint, some song's perfume
To add its beauty to their bloom,
So love awakes her heart that lies
Shrouded in fragrant memories,
And bids it bloom again and wake
Sweeter for that old sorrow's sake.
poem by Theodosia Garrison
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Medical Virginity
I undress each month for my doctor
and he either feigns disinterest
or is blind to what he sees.
This is a particular kind of intimacy;
one where I undress on demand
and he looks
but does not see.
I turn,
wanting some acknowledgment
that he sees me
wants me.
But he does not acknowledge my need.
He touches me then
in intimate spots
and I feign
not feeling his hands
which he pre-warms just for me
before he touches.
I get dressed slowly
and he watches me
for a second and disappears
leaving me
with a tiny bit of my virginity
restored.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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