Years spent
Years spent
Not important
Contribution made
To count.
Combating the odds
Real challenge
Long way to go
Be patient.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A Thought For Your Anniversary
Don't count your decade
By the days that fade
Don't count your years
By the falling tears
Don't count your weeks
By the days that were bleak
Don't count your days
By the trouble's ways
Instead count your decades
By the things you have made
Count your years
By joys and cheers
Count your weeks
When you helped out a meek
And count your days
By cheers and prayers
That was sent for both of you
Along with God's love that is true
Because you're starting another year
Of peace and blessings, love and care.
Happy 4th Anniversary Sister
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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How Long Should The Last Laugh Take
Their challenge?
To unwind themselves,
From their own entanglements.
My challenge?
To do the best I can,
Not to smile too broadly.
The challenge we face together?
Deciding if forgiveness pays.
Since forgetting is out of the question!
And how long should the last laugh take?
Ten.
Twenty.
Or thirty years?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Players should know that if you can't make the contribution of the winning shot, that your attitude every day when you come to practice, or the positive contribution you make through cheering and keeping up team morale, is just as important in the overall picture.
I've Spent To Long
I've spent to long not caring,
I've spent to long away,
And now you want me back,
To live just like before,
You want to take my hand again,
You want my love to stay,
But I've spent to long not caring,
And my love it flew away.
I've spent to long in solitude,
I've spent to long in hope,
And now you want me in your arms,
To stay and hold you close,
You want to take my love again,
Feel despair take it's place,
But I've spent to long in solitude,
And you've lost this blood soaked race.
I've spent to long not caring,
Spent to long away,
Spent to long denying,
I've spent to long awake,
And now you want my slumber,
You want a love to stay,
But I've spent to long not caring,
And love? It fades away.
poem by Holly Heron
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Call On Me
The feelin is clear
Clear as a blue sky on a sunny day
Everything was you
cause no one made me feel
The way I felt with you
Call on me cause
I love you
You know I do
You love me too
Then came a change
When I said I would soon be leavin you
Nothin else to do
Please remember Ill never lose the thought of you
Call on me cause
I love you
You know I do
You love me too
Youve got to find
Someone else to somehow take my place
Share his love with you
But if you need a friend
You can always count on me
Count on me cause
I love you
You know I do
You love me too
You can count on me oh
You can count on me
You can count on me baby
You can count on me
You can count on me oh
You can count on me
You can count on me baby
You can count on me
You can count on me oh
You can count on me
You can count on me baby
You can count on me
You can count on me oh
You can count on me
song performed by by Chicago
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My college degree was in theater. But the real reason, if I have any success in that milieu, so to speak, is because I spent a lot of years directing, I spent a lot of years behind the camera.
quote by Alton Brown
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From the long range point of view, I do not know of anything we can do more important than to make some contribution to the preservation of religion as a vital force in America.
quote by Louis Finkelstein
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Ups and down in life
It is challenge from the day one
No escape route allowed for anyone
All the fruits to be enjoyed and burnt to be borne
Enough has been talked about
We are reserved and do not venture out
It has different tale with full of rout
How many might have succeeded and sustained?
Retain original shine and maintained
Life is before us and fully explained
Life has made us all the time to crawl
Still we are attached too much without making withdrawal
We have slept whole life and woke up like owl
Life was full of ups and down
We have failed to reject ills and tried to own
Finally the soul merges into soul
This has been continued for centuries
The concept of life still varies
Until you know it all, it is full of miseries
Not all may want it as full of challenge
They may struggle very hard to manage
The stage may come when life may be spent with age
In between whatever you did was quite memorable
Life was seen closely and understood as water bubble
Some might have proved to be luckier as free from any trouble
It is not important how much you lived
It has all mattered how you understood and believed
Pain and agony might have surfaced and relieved too
Is it confined only to have met two square meals?
Made it easy all the way with very nice deals?
Or was it spent with joy and happiness in real
I think we have answer in “no”
This fact is apparent and we all know
Amidst all uncertainties we have preferred to grow
It might have been divided into stages
The development can be written in pages
Sometimes with happiness and sometimes with rage
Can anyone write down honestly its outcome?
Certainly it has many aspects to welcome
Life should not be spent or be over as it had come
Is it merely breathless stage there after?
Does this all make us to roar in laughter?
It is interesting and admirable chapter
I may not know facts until I am full in
There is no loss, gain or win
It is how you take it and feel in
I have seen it as life emerging all of sudden
It was never thought before hand even
It has hunted us from time to time even then
Many more experiences may be inked
Life and death may be closely linked
We may think intensely with eyes half winked
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Real Mean Bottle
No man ever sounded so lonesome
No man ever made you feel such pain
Lord, it must have been a real mean bottle
That made you sing that way.
The stories you told about prison
About a young man gone astray
Lord, it must have been a real mean bottle
That made you write the songs that way.
Chorus:
A real mean bottle
Poured straight from the devil
It's a miracle you're standin' here today
A real mean bottle
Made you such a rebel
It must have been a real mean bottle
Made you sing that way.
You spent most all your life with strangers
With a ramblin' fever in your veins
Hag, it must have been a real mean bottle
That made you play the blues that way.
Chorus:
A real mean bottle
Poured straight from the devil
It's a miracle you're standin' here today
A real mean bottle
Made you such a rebel
It must have been a real mean bottle
Made you sing that way.
A real mean bottle
Poured straight from the devil
It must have been a real mean bottle
Made you sing that way...
song performed by by Vince Gill
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Perception In Fault
An idol made of pure marble
Will be taken to be real,
More due to viewers’ devotion
Than to maker’s contribution.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Real World
I remember me sittin on my daddys
Knee
Dreamin about what life had in store for me
When I look back now it really makes me mad
The years I took for granted were the best I had
School was alright
Gave me time to fantasize
But one day I woke up
And I realized
Im livin in the real world
Everythings written in black and white
Livin in the real world
Where you dont get nothin unless you fight
I wanna relax but I dont know how
The pressures on me are much stronger now
I remember the days I didnt have a care
Aside from being afraid somebodyd cut my hair
I wanna make it
Before my chances are gone
They say be patient
But it takes too long
Im livin in the real world
Everythings written in black and white
Livin in the real world
Where you dont get nothin unless you fight
Real world
Where there aint no holiday in sight
Livin in the real world
Where you dont get nothin unless you fight
Someday soon Ill settle down for
Good
There was a time I thought I never would
Im gonna live with a lady on a quiet beach
Im gonna have three kids, maybe one of each
Ive got to make it
Before my chances are gone
They say be patient
But it takes too long
Im livin in the real world
Everythings written in black and white
Livin in the real world
Where you dont get nothin unless you fight
Real world
Where there aint no holiday in sight
Livin in the real world
Where you dont get nothin unless you fight
song performed by by Richard Marx
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To Amuse At The Expense Of Wasted Time
Would these be betting odds,
That an asking of someone...
Who has done something in their life,
For more than 'sixty years'.
And approached to be questioned,
What they have been doing...
Since they were last seen ten years ago?
And that question has been asked,
By that same person rerpeatedly.
And the response is known.
What would be the likely odds,
That the person asked the question...
Would 'not' be doing,
What has become an obvious love...
For what that person does.
Should the one asking that same question,
Take a gamble and ask another question...
That would initiate a conversation,
Expressing a real interest?
And not just say the same thing to re-tread.
I maybe wrong about this,
But...
Leaving the person feeling a sense of being appreciated,
Would probably reveal a human being existing.
Instead of a novelty to amuse at the expense of wasted time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without One Contribution Made
There is some restrained inhibition,
When someone gets recognition.
And words are heard some say are dropped,
Come from both sides of somebody's mouth.
And many know they are misquoted,
From the words they spoke or wrote.
But the lifted words are twisted,
And today that wont be stopped.
Some people like to make their cases,
On what other people say.
And hide themselves from consequences...
Or just run away.
Some people always want to point out,
Who is real and who is fake.
And be the first among the missing...
Without one contribution made.
Unless there are some criticisms,
Planted to be laid.
Some people like to make their cases,
On what other people say.
And hide themselves from consequences...
Or just run away.
There is some restrained inhibition,
When someone gets recognition.
And words are heard some say are dropped,
Come from both sides of somebody's mouth.
Some people always want to point out,
Who is real and who is fake.
And hide themselves from consequences...
Or just run away.
Some people always want to point out,
Who is real and who is fake.
And hide themselves from consequences...
Or just run away.
Without one contribution made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I Was A Boy
When I was a baby I hadnt a care in the world,
When I was a baby I hadnt a care in the world,
But now Im a man, my troubles fill my head,
But now Im a man, my troubles fill my head,
When I was five it was good to be alive,
When I was five it was good to be alive,
But now Im a man, I wish that I were dead.
But now Im a man, I wish that I were dead.
My how time rushes by,
My how time rushes by,
The moment youre born you start to die,
The moment youre born you start to die,
Time waits for no man,
Time waits for no man,
And your lifes spent, its over before you begin.
And your lifes spent, its over before you begin.
As I sit here at my window,
As I sit here at my window,
My life comes back to me,
My life comes back to me,
Its been so long since the good days,
Its been so long since the good days,
Its been so long.
Its been so long.
And I count up all the wasted years,
And I count up all the wasted years,
The hopes and the fears,
The hopes and the fears,
The laughs and the tears,
The laughs and the tears,
And I wonder, I wonder, I wonder what went wrong.
And I wonder, I wonder, I wonder what went wrong.
When I was a boy I had the mind of a boy,
When I was a boy I had the mind of a boy,
But now Im a man, aint got no mind at all,
But now Im a man, aint got no mind at all,
When I was in my teens I had my share of dreams,
When I was in my teens I had my share of dreams,
But now Im a man, aint got no dreams at all.
But now Im a man, aint got no dreams at all.
My how time rushes by,
My how time rushes by,
The moment youre born you start to die,
The moment youre born you start to die,
Time waits for no man,
Time waits for no man,
And your lifes spent, its over before you begin.
And your lifes spent, its over before you begin.
As I sit here at my window,
As I sit here at my window,
My life comes back to me,
My life comes back to me,
Its been so long since the good days,
Its been so long since the good days,
Its been so long.
Its been so long.
And I count up all the wasted years,
And I count up all the wasted years,
The hopes and the fears,
The hopes and the fears,
The laughs and the tears,
The laughs and the tears,
And I wonder, I wonder, I wonder what went wrong.
And I wonder, I wonder, I wonder what went wrong.
song performed by by Who
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At Set of Sun
If we sit down at set of sun,
And count the things that we have done,
And counting, find
One self-denying act, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance, most kind,
That fell like sunshine where it went--
Then we may count that day well spent.
Or, on the other hand, if we,
In looking through the day, can see
A place or spot
Where we an unkind act put down,
Or where we smiled when wont to frown,
Or crushed some thought
That cumbered the heart--ground where it stood--
Then we may count that day as good.
But if, through all the life-long day,
We've eased no heart by yea or nay;
If through it all
We've done no thing that we can trace,
That brought the sunshine to a face--
No act most small
That helped some soul, and nothing cost--
Then count that day as worse than lost.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Orgasmic and Sweet
Grand occasions
And party eyes,
Silk blouses
And elegant black skirts,
My heart is foolish
For capricious love
More erratic than a child,
Take me dancing
Midnight musical laughter
City of wild dreams
Where we can escape
Loneliness and family graves.
I adore you orgasmic and sweet
With long hair kissing ivory shoulders
And the world means nothing to me
But manifestos of defiant joy
Combating ridiculous and insurmountable odds
And convinced everything about me is Zeus-like
In the universe of frenzied, euphoric gods.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Done With You
I count the days that we have spent apart
I've gotta a bad liver and a broken heart
There's no salvation in the comfort of you
I finally realized your tearing me apart
Chorus:
So help me, save me, tell me that the end is near
Help me, save me, tell me that the end is here
I am done with you
You made my life completely miserable
You drove me to the edge, you've caused me all this pain
But I always loved you 'cause your oh so special
I'm broken and I'm alone and I cannot maintain
Chorus
Done with you (done with you)
I am done with you (done with you)
I am done with you (done with you)
I am done with you (you, done with you)
I count the days that we have spent apart
I've gotta a bad liver and a broken heart
Chorus
I am done with you
song performed by by Papa Roach
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When you become part of something, in some way you count. It could be a march; it could be a rally, even a brief one. You're part of something, and you suddenly realize you count. To count is very important.
quote by Studs Terkel
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Among the weeds choking out growth and good government are the hundreds of boards, commissions, and advisory committees that have sprouted over the years. They devour time, money, and energy far beyond any real contribution they make.
quote by Mitch Daniels
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Of All The Things
(dennis lambert / brian potter)
Of all the things Ive ever done
Finding you will prove to be
The most important one
I would never trade the tears
The conversation no-one hears
The learning how to walk before we run
Of all the kites I ever flew
Most came tumbling down
Except the one I sent up with you
I dont wanna change a thing
Break the spell
Cut the string
When every wish I made is coming true
With you
Sometimes I forget
To say how much I love you
Purposely I bet
cause Im so busy thinking of you
So, in this world of odds and ends
Id rather have a part of you
Than all of my so-called friends
You have taught me how to feel
What is false and what is real
Of all the things I ever wanna do
I think Ill start and end with loving you
Oh, you have taught me how to feel
What is false and what is real
Of all the things I ever wanna do
I think Ill start and end with loving you
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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