The Doctors
They told me I was dying
But I was only sick
I started to panic
Made all kinds of mistakes
I returned to poetry
Got myself married
But now I'm in recovery
And I tell you straight:
It's a long, austere process
Don't listen to the doctors
They understand sickness
They know nothing about death.
poem by Frank Bana
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You Helped...
Dad... Mom told you
she told you she was leaving
She told you she was taking us
She told you she was sick of the pain
She told you she was sick of the fighting
So was I
I was sick of the fighting
Sick of the leaving in the middle of the night
Sick of consouling my mother day after day
Sick of hearing you cry about the mistakes you made
Sick of the life you just let drift away
I was your little girl
I was your rock and stone
I was not enough to stop picking up the weed
Daddy its not the fact you didnt try hard with mommy
But I wasnt enough to keep it from happening
Daddy im not your little girl..
Im a bigger person than you...
poem by UnTh0ught 0fAgAiin
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Just Because Im A Woman
I can see youre disappointed
By the way you look at me
And Im sorry that Im not
The woman you thought Id be
Yes, Ive made my mistakes
But listen and understand
My mistakes are no worse than yours
Just because Im a woman
So when you look at me
Dont feel sorry for yourself
Just think of all the shame
You might have brought somebody else
Just let me tell you this
Then well both know where we stand
My mistakes are no worse than yours
Just because Im a woman
Now a man will take a good girl
And hell ruin her reputation
But when he wants to marry
Well, thats a different situation
Hell just walk off and leave her
To do the best she can
While he looks for an angel
To wear his wedding band
Now I know that Im no angel
If thats what you thought youd found
I was just the victum of
A man that let me down
Yes, Ive made my mistakes
But listen and understand
My mistakes are no worse than yours
Just because Im a woman
No, my mistakes are no worse than yours
Just because Im a woman
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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How Sickness Flattens Poetry
HOW SICKNESS FLATTENS POETRY
How sickness flattens poetry
And takes its breath away -
How small- souled a sick man is
And how bad an aching body for Writing.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Poetry! Poetry! Poetry!
Poetry! Yes!
P. The Purple
P. The Pink
Poetry! Be a mix of emotions,
Poetry! The different kinds of expressions,
Poetry! The different kinds of experiments
Poetry! The Corners of exploration
Yes! Yes! Yes!
The Vague Of Emphasise.
Though be the same thoughts and emotions, he solves the different vexed questions of equations
Poetry! My blue sky!
Poetry! My brown skin
Poetry! My White clown
Poetry! My green grass
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Expressed and impressed,
applied and implied
thrown and blown
pen with a book,
a vein of a blood
Poetry! the visions of missions,
build in all kinds of potions,
Poetry! the zeal of joy,
it being in zone
I Learn!
I Observe
I Like
But! I Love!
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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Peggy Sue Got Married
(holly)
Please dont tell, no, no, no.
Please dont tell I told you so.
I just heard a rumor from a friend.
I dont say that its true.
Ill just leave that up to you.
If you dont believe, Ill understand.
Do you recall a girl thats been in nearly every song?
This is what I heard. of course, the story could be wrong.
Shes the one, Ive been told,
cos shes wearing that band of gold.
Peggy sue got married not long ago.
Verse 3
Verse 4
Peggy sue got married not long ago.
Peggy sue got married not long ago.
Peggy sue got married not long ago.
Peggy sue, she got married not long ago.
song performed by by Hollies
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Sickness II
I am sick lying on your hospital bed,
So you can play with my nakedness if you want to;
Because this is the only time that you can see my nakedness!
For this sickness had made it possible.
Sickness, oh sickness! !
Sickness had made it possible for you to see my nakedness;
If not, you can't even smell my sight at anytime.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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More Than Just A Fight
We fought,
It hurt,
He's mad,
I'm sad,
Don't know what it was about,
He wont tell me,
Expects me to understand,
Without telling me why,
Ive tried,
Cant understand,
It just makes me feel like crying,
Ive cried so much,
Its slowly tearing me apart,
I'm sick of it all,
Sick of avoiding and being avoided,
Sick of pretending that I'm okay,
Sick of complaining,
Sick of laughing when all I wanna do is cry,
Sick of tryin to be strong,
Sick of being so weak,
Sick of caring,
Sick of fighting,
Sick of crying,
Sick of trying,
Sick of it all,
I wonder,
Wonder when I lost him,
Wonder why,
Wonder how this mess started,
Wonder when it will end,
Wonder if the friendship will survive this,
Wonder if Ill survive this,
He says I'm clingy,
Says I talk too much,
Says I need to get a boyfriend,
Says I need to leave him alone,
Says he doesn't care that it hurts me,
I say he's changed,
He says he hasn't.
poem by Mandy Author2
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People take the longest possible paths, digress to numerous dead ends, and make all kinds of mistakes. Then historians come along and write summaries of this messy, nonlinear process and make it appear like a simple, straight line.
quote by Dean Kamen
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Im Sick
Im sick of being continuosly alone
everything i love turns or fade away
as if the highest price for me hadnt been paid
Im sick of being told Im way too young
Im human too
I can feel anything you do
Im sick of loosing everything
Seeing it all fall apart
Having you all wanting to tear out my heart
Im sick of being told whats what
Whether what im feeling is right or wrong
Being told what to do doesnt help me belong
Im sick of living a total lie
one day at a time is too slow for me
Not when theres that one person im literally dying to see
poem by Rachel BaByBeAr Anderson
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Sickness is but a word!
Sickness is spreading,
People need a cure!
Will people survive,
We are not so sure!
People crying,
People dying,
People trying,
To stay alive!
People saving,
people helping,
People praying,
No need to shimmer and shive!
Please pray for all the sick people out there,
they need every prayer!
Don't let let any sickness,
grow into a slayer!
In the end....
Sickness in but a word,
Fearing it is absurd! !
(Please tell everyone to read this poem, it is very important to pray for sick people, who knows maybe someone you love is one of them, Nomatter what your religion is, Just pray for God to help! !)
poem by Kuji soliman
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Doctor's Day In India
Though once a year comes Doctor's Day,
Let us celebrate it;
‘A noble profession', all say;
Accolades, let's befit.
All doctors must improve health-care
Of world's sick/suffering souls;
Let doctors toil for sick-welfare,
Assuming varied roles.
The world needs better doctors more -
A dedicated lot;
They form the health-providers core -
A sacrificing slot!
May doctors work most selflessly;
May patients benefit;
May doctors serve them faultlessly,
And heal all, bit by bit!
poem by John Celes
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Sick of You
I am sick.....I am sick of you......I am sick of this life.....lived it long and good.....but now I am sick of you and the life I lead.....sick and weak.....this life I led.....but not any more......it shall end.....this sickness shall end.....I am sick of you yelling and what you say.....I am sick of this life and all I have done.....if I could go back I might....I remember walking out the front door and saying 'I love you'.......but that was then and this is now.....I have lived it long and good......but I am sick of it......staying awake and wondering 'what did I do'? ......I AM SICK OF YOU AND THIS LIFE I LED.....
poem by Dallas Stevens
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People Panic
Tripped out,
Over their finances.
Doubts begin to cloud their minds...
With a suggestion to breathe deeply.
To prevent a panic to exist.
And if they don't breathe deeply,
That's exactly what they'll find!
That's exactly what they'll get...
Panic!
But do people listen?
No!
Is common sense from them missing?
Well...
I don't want to pass,
That as harrassment.
But if I'm allowed,
I would choose to brag.
I don't want to pass,
That as harrassment.
But people seem to get,
Just what they ask!
And everywhere you go,
You'll see them in their stubbornness to give!
In 'fits' like spoiled little kids.
And everywhere you go,
You'll see them in their stubbornness to give!
In 'fits' like spoiled little kids.
But do people listen?
No!
Is common sense from them missing?
Well...
I don't want to pass,
That as harrassment.
But if I'm allowed,
I would choose to brag.
Tripped out,
Over their finances.
Doubts begin to cloud their minds...
With a suggestion to breathe deeply.
To prevent a panic to exist.
And if they don't breathe deeply,
That's exactly what they'll find!
That's exactly what they'll get...
Panic!
People quick to throw a fit and...
Panic.
One's finances will do it!
Cause a panic.
A lack of money will do it....
Cause a panic.
There is no benefit in it,
But people panic.
People quick to throw a fit and...
Panic.
One's finances will do it!
Cause a panic.
A lack of money will do it....
Cause a panic.
There is no benefit in it,
But people panic.
People quick to throw a fit and...
Panic.
One's finances will do it!
Cause a panic.
A lack of money will do it....
Cause a panic.
There is no benefit in it,
But people panic.
People sick of taking risks,
And so they panic!
People sick of taking risks,
And so they panic!
People sick of taking risks,
And so they panic!
People panic
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Three
How can I ever explain poetry?
To a child it would be easy
Eenie minee minee moe
Catch the monkey by the toe
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To get a pail of water
Is a poem easily understood by
A child
But to an adult
How can I ever explain poetry?
Can I explain it with a straight
Look in the eye
And I will tell him
Poetry Is looking a person straight in the eye
Yes you have only one more day to live?
Can I explain it to him
Like I have a gun and point it straight to his head
And say
Yes poetry kills and it kills you in a minute
And for free?
Or can I explain poetry to him
Like I am on the tenth floor of this building
And I tell him I am so problematic
And all I have to do is
Jump and kill myself
And he would be there
To tell me
Life is beautiful
There is reason to live
That I am loved
That many people still care
That I have a mission
That I have lots of good things to do
That this world has meaning
That I am the child of this universe
That I am no less than the trees and the stars and that by all means
I have the right to be here
That poetry can save
That poetry is one saving person holding one back to his senses
that poetry is hope, love, kindness
it has no word for hate
it does not kill
or enslave
or annihilate
Poetry is a decision
Not to jump.
That is poetry to me
And as an adult he must understand
he must understand what i am really trying to say
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Time Has Come
Now one fell asleep in the street
and he never woke up
And now one died in pieces
whose been with a mouthful of ghosts
And one threatning long ago i saw him
melt in the bright of day
And one laid to rest in the field
on the stories and crawled, hey
I've been walking the sideways
I've stared straight into the sun
Still, I don't know why you're dying
Long before your time has come
Your time has come
Now one took some bullets to the chest and the field gone wrong
One got a little too depressed then he went and jumped the gun
One got shoot right in the face and he somehow
survived
But he doesn't know my name or who I am
and I'm not surprised, hey
I've been walking the sideways
I've stared straight into the sun
Still, i don't know why you're dying
Long before your time has come
Yeah I've been wandering sideways
I've stared straight into the sun
And I don't know why you're dying
Long before your time has come
Your time has come, hey
(Solo)
I've seen fifty thousand names all engraved on a stone
Most of them, met em at a grave years before i was born
All of them left brothers and sisters and mothers behind
And most of their family and friends are alive
everytime
I've been walking the sideways
I've stared straight into the sun
And i don't know why you're dying
Long before your time has come
Yeah I've been wandering sideways
I've stared straight into the sun
And I don't know why you're dying
Long before your time has come (x3)
Your time has come
song performed by by Audioslave
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Where It All Started
Dialogue: picture this where it all started was back in boston, mass. some time ago (believe that) and by reopening the doors to all youth a little salt was thrown on me and my boys (you know what Im sayin) but now were back picking up where we left off (aw yeah) and through this song, process of elimination will be done (you better believe that)
Ronnie, bobby, ricky and mike
Ronnie, bobby, ricky and mike
The beginning of a dream
Where our ideas were born
(tell em ricky) to understand what this really means
Lets set the record straight
Once and for all and Ill tell you
cause other people imitate
And try their best to recreate
This is where it all started from
So they only perpetrate
But they can never duplicate
This is where it all started from
(yo, its on you ron) its nice to be the original
That all the counterfeits like to bite off
We only take it as a compliment
When they copy some of our material
To stay the best among the rest
We work to keep our movements fresh
This is where it all started from
You listen up dap instead of being clones
Why dont you think of something on your own
This is where it all started from
(now theres one more thing we think you should know)
Dont be a victim to the wanna be
This is where it all started from
(a fake, a fake)
cause no others ever gonna be (like us)
This is where it all started from
(take that)
Ronnie, bobby, ricky, and mike
Ronnie, bobby, ricky, and mike
(were cool) cool it coooool it now
Lets sweeten it up
Candy girl
Count it off... 1... 2... 1... 2
But you better not, better not
Count me out
cause other people imitate
And try their best to recreate
This is where it all started from
So they only perpetrate
But they can never duplicate
This is where it all started from
To stay the best among the rest
We work to keep our movements fresh
This is where it all started from
You listen up dap instead of being clones
Why dont you think of something on your own
This is where it all started from
Yo wait a minute! hold up! wait! stop! huh! you didnt know we was coming back like this on em my brother.
song performed by by New Edition
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A Dying Race
My friend Kessa’ and I
Always loved writing
Poetry was our favorite
Everyday on the old yellow school bus
Number 6 or 149
She and I would read to each other
What we had come up with
The night before
I was always a little
Green with envy
Because her writing seemed much
More mature than mine
But one day we realized
That poetry was dying
Even though so many people
Write it all over the world
Poetry has lost it’s fame
Kessa had started a poetry club
But no one showed except me
We wondered why that was
For poetry was a wonderful
Thing
A great outlet
When things went wrong
Which they always did
To me it has become the dying race
Hanging on a thin thread
Of life
What miracle will happen to keep it float
Who will make difference
To relight poetry
In everyone’s mind?
poem by Sydne Morris
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How Can Poetry Heal The Sick?
HOW CAN POETRY HEAL THE SICK?
How can Poetry heal the sick?
When the sick can no longer speak
The Poetry within them?
How can Poetry heal
Those who can no longer hear it?
How can Poetry be anything
When the suffering person
Barely has a mind anymore?
God has given us Poetry
A Great Blessing -
But like all God has given us
At certain times
It simply is not good enough.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Everything was my fault. I was so dumb. But if I hadn't made the mistakes I made, I wouldn't have met the wonderful woman I've been married to for over 30 years, so I guess that makes the mistakes OK.
quote by Donald Sutherland
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Hanzi_Pope
We had a bad start
But I’m impress coz you’re so damn smart
You knew so well what to do
To make me not hate you
So you continue to do the talking
And me, quietly listening
Till it got more interesting
That we wonder to whom we were chatting
Then you asked for a name
And I did the same
Shixia my nick I said
But you game me a lie instead
It wasn’t meant I know
Coz it really show
But then a lie is a lie
And it really made me sad and cry
I cried for a simple reason
It flowed like a rainy season
Then I started to panic
Given all the nick, why mine you pick
I started to get really sick
That made me very weak
So, I tried to relax slowly
And convince myself not to worry
For a while I got scared
Because of what I shared
But then an assurance you gave to me
That everything will be between you and me
poem by Cheneth Jane San Diego
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