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Gone Away

In a drawer
Behind some forgotten
Necessities of life
That cannot be thrown away

There under all these memories
Is some paper
Saved for the day
To write a letter, A note,
A delarcation.
Yet known

I learned my friend has moved away
My loss is more than words can say

Strange it seems
The things she ment to me
Taking for granted
That she would always be
.
A theif has robbed me
Striped from me
Is my self control
I thought she would never go

Found under all the emotions
A new feeling
that will not go away
Pain and dull cutting
It does not leave
lonelyness now is
my guide.
Directing my pen
Words hewn
From now and then

Why did she have to leave
Now I am not alone
My new companion
A painful feeling of Disparity
Floating in its caressing hold

I compose my self
Over looking
My blank page
Clean from where I retrieved it.
Noticing it now has stains
Fallen teardrops
Have wrinkled and left their mark
Bough-ten sheets
Notes from my heart.

poem by Howard Johnson
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Write Me A Letter

Write me a letter
Write me a letter
Write it today
Im goin away (yes it has)
Write me a letter
Write me a letter
Write it today
Im goin away (yes it is)
Well Ive been away forever
Suicides crossin my mind
Well Ill never, never get so far behind
I said, the ways of the night are evil
Without that lord of day
But Ill never, never get so far away
I said write me
Write me
Write me
Write me
I said write me
Write me
Write me
Well theres nothin I can see
Thatd ever make me
Want to be without her
Shes good, she good to me
Said theres no way to explain
The kind of feelin that you get out in the
She good, she good to me
She good, she good to me
I love her
Write me a letter
Write me a letter
Write it today
Im goin away (yes it has)
Write me a letter
Write me a letter
Write it today
Im goin away (yes it is)
Well Ive been away forever
Suicides crossin my mind
Well Ill never, never get so far behind
Well Ive been so many places
Hidin from the wind and the rain
But you could write me a letter
For to save me from goin insane
Write me
Excite me
Write me
Write me
Write me
Write me...

song performed by by Aerosmith
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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When I Write These Lines

when i write these lines it is as good as
thrown paper, some words are written but
they are meant to be discarded because they have
occupied much of sadness
worn out memories
overused mumblings

they are meant to be crumpled
and thrown away

this one, this one is not meant to be kept
it is written
but meant simply to be deleted

some words are meant to be said
and be forgotten
because of pain and because they do not mean anything anymore.
goodbye lines, goodbye
take your time, there will be a little waiting
until another fool takes you in
another poet in the state of an inevitable
writer's block

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Asking Myself Why

I sat down to write a letter
to an old friend of mine,
someone I had not seen
for thirty or forty years.
Only realizing as I put pen to paper
how the years had flown by,
though it only seem like yesterday
we had met on the street
and had a long chat together.
I realized then to my regret
that I did not know if
they were alive or dead.
If they were gone,
yet another thread to my past
had disappeared forever.
A curtain of sadness fell over me
as my memories re-enacted
moments from so long ago,
moments that will never return.

My pen hovered above the paper
and no words could I write
as my mind clouded with memories
of friends I had let go.
It's so easy to say see you later,
when half the time we never do.
Then comes today like now
and you realise there maybe no later.
Those friends of yesterday maybe gone
and only reside within your memories.
Tears glazed my eyes
and I gave a silent sigh.
I wondered how may more times
will I ask myself why
in the passing of time.
Why I just sat and let them go.

25 February 2012

poem by David Harris
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Bed Stand Drawer

Bed stand drawer
Drug paraphernalia
Lighter. Pack of
expired
condoms
Sad remain
Aspirin. Memories
of better days

On top
bed stand drawer
ticket
reads:
Destination
13° 45' North
100° 31' East
5352.66 Miles
and new
bed stand drawer
chances
of life

poem by Carsten Thomsen
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The Bare Necessities

Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
Old Mother Nature's recipes
That brings the bare necessities of life
Wherever I wander, wherever I roam
I couldn't be fonder of my big home
The bees are buzzin' in the tree
To make some honey just for me
When you look under the rocks and plants
And take a glance at the fancy ants
Then maybe try a few
The bare necessities of life will come to you
They'll come to you!
Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
That's why a bear can rest at ease
With just the bare necessities of life
Now when you pick a pawpaw
Or a prickly pear
And you prick a raw paw
Next time beware
Don't pick the prickly pear by the paw
When you pick a pear
Try to use the claw
But you don't need to use the claw
When you pick a pear of the big pawpaw
Have I given you a clue ?
The bare necessities of life will come to you
They'll come to you!
So just try and relax, yeah cool it
Fall apart in my backyard
'Cause let me tell you something little britches
If you act like that bee acts, uh uh
You're working too hard
And don't spend your time lookin' around
For something you want that can't be found
When you find out you can live without it
And go along not thinkin' about it
I'll tell you something true
The bare necessities of life will come to you
Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
That's why a bear can rest at ease
With just the bare necessities of life
The bare necessities of life will come to you

song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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Nautical Terms

Nautical Terms

The night above me is like an elastic balloon, a plane penetrates
flies through and disappear only its engine roar remains and echoes
into the infinite. I can see its light, green for starboard and red for
portside. On a tramp ship I served on, the old captain, when he got
up on the bridge in the morning, open a locked drawer he only had
the key to; read on a piece of paper and closed the drawer again.
When he resigned, the first officer took over, he was curious about
the piece of paper, opened the drawer and found a folded piece of
paper. On it was written: right is starboard and left is portside.
It is good to meet people who know they are fallible.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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A Reminder

A Message
Our old captain was pensioned off, he had been
the master on the same ship for ten years and at
sixty five he didn´t know where to go as his whole
life had been the sea. The first officer was taking
over. He had noticed the old man every morning
went on the bridge, opened a locked drawer and
read something from a folded piece of paper.
The first officer having sewed on an extra ring on
his uniform, now had four, was curious opened
the drawer. On the paper was written: starboard
is right and portside is left.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Paper And Pen

Paper and pen
Trying to write a song again
Paper and pen
Paper and pen

Paper and pen
Trying to write a song again
Paper and pen
Paper and pen

Can’t think of anything to say today
Can’t think of anything to do
Can’t think of anything to play today
Minds gone blank
Leaving me here, just sitting here
Listening to my hair grow

Paper and pen
Paper and pen

And I look towards you
For an inspiration or a word or two
I try but I find
Every road only leads me back to these lines

Paper and pen
Paper and pen

Paper and pen
Piano, guitar
I try but don't get very far
Paper and pen
Piano, guitar

Paper and pen
Trying to write a song again
Paper and pen
Paper and pen

Copyright Colin Coplin 1985 / 2010

poem by Colin Coplin
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Write Me

Aerosmith
Write Me
Well I've been away forever, suicide's crossin' my mind,
But I'll never never never never never get so far behind.
I said, the ways of the night are evil with eyes that love the day,
but I'll never never never never never get so far away.
I said write me, write me, write me.
I said write me, write me, write me.
Well there's nothin' I can see that'd ever make
me want to be without her she's good, she's good to me.
Said there's no way to explain the kind of feeling
that you get out in the rain she's good, she's good to me.
See this emptiness inside it makes me scream
it make me crawl out of my high, she's good, she's good to me.
I love her.
Write me a letter, write me a letter, write it today, I'm goin' away.
Well I've been away forever, suicide's crossin' my mind,
But I'll never never never never never get so far behind.
Well I've been so many places hidin' from the wind and the rain,
But you could write me a letter for to save me from a goin' insane.
I said write me, write, write, write me.
Write me, write, write, write me.
Write me, write, write, write.
I said write me, write, write, write me.
Write me, write, write, write me.
Don't write me baby.

song performed by by Aerosmith
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Me

Ask me how I'm doing? 'Very good I say '
My life is good, bad memories I try and keep away
I write as therapy to get me through
All the pain from the past, when I was blue
I write alot of things, about my life
I write about things that brought me strife
I am constantly thinking what to write about
Sometimes I write so I have no need to shout
Sometimes I write straight from my heart
Maybe helping others to get a brand new start
Alot of time depression comes sneaking in
And that's when I get out my paper and pen
I look around me and will always see
That there are those that had it worse than me
I write as a hobby because I enjoy it so
It makes all the bad things have to go
I'm not usually sad by any means
Sometimes insecure, thats from my genes
I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me
My life is good and I'm finally free
So if this explains me a little bit
I think this poem I will submit!

poem by Donna Nimmo
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Why Do I Write

I write from my sadness
I write from the madness
I write because I have something to say
I write to pass the day
I write only from the heart
I write for sometimes I am not that smart
Whatever is in head just comes out on paper (in this case a word document) , and I go with the flow
Write to let my mind go

I follow my hand to where ever it takes me
I write all the things that I can see
I write when I am happy, but not as much
I write from my heart that you can touch
I write because I’d go insane
I am driven to write quell my pain

At times I feel alone so I write what I am feeling
I write for it is self-healing
Confident not so I write it all away
I write and write to pass the day
I write to comfort my soul that cries out in the night
I write for love is always out of sight
I write so I don't have to cry any more
I write for I have no one to adore
I write so someone somewhere will hear my plea
I write for someone is out there for me
I am lost and I the clown
I write to turn my frown upside down

I write to embrace the sadness I hide inside
I write with my heart opened wide
I write to silence the ghost
I write for I’ve been let down by the one I loved the most
I write through the stormy weather
I write for I am light as a feather
I am not a writer nor am I a poet
I write for the grief I do know it

I will write until I draw my last breath
I write because I'll die a lonely death
I have to write for strangers delight
I write because I have to write
I write for my own happiness
I write to relieve my stress
I write because I have no other choice
I write as if I was writing a letter
I write because I can’t do any better
I write because I am afraid not to
I write for this is what I do
I write for I give a damn
I write just because I am

poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Just A Leaf

make it as simple
as an empty sheet
of paper
where you are told
to write
only one letter

you see it is no
longer as simple as that
to show yourself
as only
one letter on an empty
sheet of
yellow paper

i want to make is as simple
as my hand
touching a wall

i close my eyes
let my body fall

i am not pushing anything

it is only me
as a leaf.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Write Away

You need love, write a letter, you need love write away
Get it down, youll feel better, send it now, write away
Hey cinderella, did you need that other fella?
On the wrong side of midnight your defences slipped away
You need attention, so I think its worth a mention
That if I can deliver
Well there wouldnt be no heavy price to pay
You need love, write a letter, you need love write away
Get it down, youll feel better, send it now, write away
You need love, write a letter
You need love write away
If you need to feel better, do it now, now, now write away

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Suicide

The paper called it suicide
A bullet from a forty-five
Nobody cared and nobody cried
Dont that make you feel sad?
Peter brent combed his hair
And sent for the police
Policeman came, took peters name
God, may he rest in peace
No one saw the note beside the body
No one knew the problems
But my god
Suicide
The body remains unidentified
Forgotten in a file
Like the letter that was blown aside
Dont that make you want to smile?
No one was really satisfied
About number eighty-one
The autopsy proved that peter lied
But they never could find the gun
No one saw the note beside the body
No one knew the problems
But my god
Suicide

song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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The Agony Of An Okada Rider

You have taken away my
means of livelihood.
My means of living confortable.

What is your gain
in my pain?
What is your fame
in my shame?

You say i take lives,
but you have forgotten how
many lifes i have saved.

You say it is a sign of poverty,
but were is the job opportunity?

You say i destroy roads,
but i can't remember seeing any
bike weighing more than a tipper.

You have forgotten how
i eradicate latenessless,
how i pass through traffic
jams without delay.

You have forgotten places
where your public transport
won't take.
Distance where human leg
would trek and ache.

You have forgotten the
helmet you gave.
You have forgotten.

Our little hope,
you have crushed,
leaving this memories
to linger on.

Now i to have to start all
over again.
From grace to grass.

poem by Enebeli Ifyprada
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Losing You

(elvis costello)
Layin' about, lying in bed
Maybe it was somethin' i thought i said
With the tempo of the damned, the temptation of tomorrow
I don't know if i can give you anything but sorrow
They stay alive this late on radio five
But the pen that i write with won't tell the truth
But the moments that i care about are moments that i treasure
Better take another measure for pleasure
Losing you
Is just a memory
Memories don't mean that much to me
Losing you
Is just a memory
Memories don't mean that much to me
I count the pages of the letter i write
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
Tearin' up the sheets of love this hand could not disguise
I'll start to count again and close my eyes
Losing you
Is just a memory
Memories don't mean that much to me
Losing you
Is just a memory
Memories don't mean that much to me
Now you're here
I'm here too
Can be this easy for me and you
Now you're here
I'm here too
Be this easy for me and you
Losing you
Is just a memory
Memories don't mean that much to me
Losing you
Is just a memory
Memories don't mean that much to me
Layin' about, lying in bed
Could be something that i thought i said

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Write Me A Letter

Write me a letter
and send it with care
telling you still love me
and will always be there.

I’m across an ocean somewhere
and the days seem so long.
I wait for each sunrise
and dream of our home.

Write me a letter
so that I can be
that little bit closer
to your loving arms and thee.

They say it won’t be long now
until we’ll becoming home.
So write me a letter
telling me you’ll still be waiting there.

poem by David Harris
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The Wicked Postman

Why do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me,
mother dear?
The rain is coming in through the open window, making you all
wet, and you don't mind it.
Do you hear the gong striking four? It is time for my brother
to come home from school.
What has happened to you that you look so strange?
Haven't you got a letter from father today?
I saw the postman bringing letters in his bag for almost
everybody in the town.
Only father's letters he keeps to read himself. I am sure the
postman is a wicked man.
But don't be unhappy about that, mother dear.
Tomorrow is market day in the next village. You ask your maid
to buy some pens and papers.
I myself will write all father's letters; you will not find
a single mistake.
I shall write from A right up to K.
But, mother, why do you smile?
You don't believe that I can write as nicely as father does!
But I shall rule my paper carefully, and write all the letters
beautifully big.
When I finish my writing do you think I shall be so foolish
as father and drop it into the horrid postman's bag?
I shall bring it to you myself without waiting, and letter by
letter help you to read my writing.
I know the postman does not like to give you the really nice
letters.

poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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The Skinflint

The skinflint saved his policies,
The skinflint saved his plugs,
The skinflint saved his first house keys,
The skinflint saved his mugs...

The skinflint saved his chewing gum,
The skinflint saved his rope,
The skinflint saved his small toy drum,
The skinflint saved his soap...

The skinflint saved his worn-out shoes,
The skinflint saved his clothes,
The skinflint saved his tubes of glues,
The skinflint saved his bows...

The skinflint saved his dated files,
The skinflint saved his drapes,
The skinflint saved his airline miles,
The skinflint saved his tapes...

The skinflint saved, yes, on the whole...
The skinflint saved so well?
The skinflint never saved his soul!
So God sent him to Hell...

poem by Denis Martindale
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For each letter received from a creditor, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you will be saved.

quote by Charles Baudelaire
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