Almost Perfect
Eight Thousand and twenty games it took
before Howie could put it in the books.
There was, here and there,
a base on balls.
One desperate catch against the wall.
One possibly disputed call,
but Johan Santana got them all..
Bob Murphy would have loved this night
The Park in Queens alive with cheers.
Fans walking out in a gentle rain
with his happy recap in their ears.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Desperate Balls
You always tried to be so nice
But always got it wrong
Day by day you played your games with me
But theres no way youll win
But the time has come
Ill start another light
And now Im gonna stand
Stand on my own - Ive always been a man
Kick your desperate balls
Its my command the mighty fall
Kick your desperate balls
Received the blow forever tall
You got desperate balls
Double talk and desperate lies
You failed to see and recognize
So sorry for your puny minds
No salvation for your kind
You tried to take me on
For you Im way too strong
I showed you how to stand
Stand on my own - Ill always be a man
Kick your desperate balls
So watch your back or I might call
Kick your desperate balls
From left or right or from below
You got desperate balls
You call those balls?
Feel the weight of mine!
You tried to take me on
For you Im way too strong
I showed you how to stand
Stand on my own - Ill always be a man
Kick your desperate balls
Its my command the mighty fall
Kick your desperate balls
Received the blow forever tall
Kick your desperate balls
So watch your back or I might call
Kick your desperate balls
From left or right or from below
You got desperate balls
Feel the weight of mine!
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Ball Of Kerrymuir
Four-and-twenty virgins come down from Inverness,
And when the Ball was over, there were four-and-twenty less,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all..
There was doin' in the parlor, there was doin' on the stones,
But ya couldn't a hear the music for the wheezin' and the groans,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
The undertaker, he was there, all wrapped up in a shroud,
Swingin' from the chandelier, and peein' on the crowd,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
The village cripple, he was there, ah he could not do much,
So he lined the ladies against the wall, and he did 'em with his crutch,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
Miss Mary McPherson was standin' way up front,
Some posies in her hand, and a carrot in her(unintelligible mumble),
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
The Village postman, he was there, but the poor man had the pox,
He could not do the lassies, so he did the letter box,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
The Village Magician, he was there, he gave us all a laugh,
He pulled his foreskin over his head, and he vanished up his ass,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
song performed by by Jim Croce
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Recap:
Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
Diminished to limits.
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Demographics had established,
The success and conditions...
Of a targeted marketing.
To direct effective hype,
Among those selected to be chosen.
Those days have faded away,
From the land of steady habits.
And drift as nomads depleted of funds,
Are those unable to repay for a credited feasting done.
And elimination of debits wished,
Increase and do not leave.
So those rush away in the kicking up of dust...
With tears from their eyes drippimg as they weep.
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Those enforced to be meek and weak,
Are solicited to exhaust their kept treasures.
In the hopes of prolonging,
The ones addicted to feeding themselves selfishly.
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Conditions for optimistic change gone ignored has past.
This can not be restored to those celebrating,
In the hopes to inflict upon others their will.
Closed are those doors.
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The ones found designing deceitful traps,
Have become entrapped.
Their ways have not a dividend saved...
For them to expect a profit that is returned.
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Within their own borders...
They become crazed!
Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
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But a tired retreading,
Just wont allow that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Relapse To Recap
Get out of bed and stop retreading...
Chases loved created.
Get out of bed and stop retreading...
Chases loved created.
Don't relapse to recap them.
Chases loved created.
That which is 'not',
Leave it.
That which is 'not',
Leave it be.
Get out of bed and stop retreading...
Chases loved created.
Get out of bed and stop retreading...
Chases loved created.
Don't relapse to recap them.
Chases loved created.
That which is 'not',
Leave it.
That which is 'not',
Leave it be.
Eliminate don't calculate.
Choose another way to face...
A path to take to speed your pace.
Don't relapse to recap them.
Chases loved created.
Don't relapse to recap them.
Chases loved created.
That which is 'not',
Leave it.
That which is 'not',
Leave it be.
Get out of bed and stop retreading...
Chases loved created.
Get out of bed and stop retreading...
Chases loved created.
Don't relapse to recap them.
Chases loved created.
That which is 'not',
Leave it.
That which is 'not',
Leave it be.
Don't relapse to recap them.
Chases loved created.
Don't relapse to recap them.
Chases loved created.
Chases loved created.
Chases loved created.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happy Dog 3
I’m a happy dog at the park
I yelp and woof and bark
Along with the sound
Us dogs run around
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m a happy dog at the park
You may think me off the mark
But I’m not by mistake
In the mud by the lake
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m a happy dog at the park
I hunt like a big hairy shark
When the bunnies trail
Puts a spring in my tail
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m glad that some bright spark
Brought a ball to throw
Now off I go
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’ll be wagging well into the dark
Enjoy fresh air and fun
Is my tip everyone
I’m a happy dog at the park
poem by Flying Lemming
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The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 257
I’m a happy dog at the park
I yelp and woof and bark
Along with the sound
Us dogs run around
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m a happy dog at the park
You may think me off the mark
But I’m not by mistake
In the mud by the lake
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m a happy dog at the park
I hunt like a big hairy shark
When the bunnies trail
Puts a spring in my tail
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m glad that some bright spark
Brought a ball to throw
Now off I go
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’ll be wagging well into the dark
Enjoy fresh air and fun
Is my tip everyone
I’m a happy dog at the park
poem by Flying Lemming
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Baby Talk
This is a song about Spike
He is a bad ass guy
Who just happens to be
A really good friend of mine
Everyone I know...yeah
Who knows Spike too
Would agree when
I say the words
That Spike is cool
The problem with
my friend Spike
He has fallen into
a true love with a nice girl
Who has gotta lot of tattoos
He always talks crazy
Whenever she calls
He always talks like a baby
It's obvious now...
She has got him by the balls
She has got him by the balls...
She has got him by the balls
My weird little brother...James
And his ex-girlfriend
They would talk in those
ridiculous voices
We would all be hanging out
getting drunk in
the neighborhood
And they both would make
those ridiculous noises
He would always talk crazy
Whenever she calls
He always talks like a baby
It is obvious now
They have got him by the balls
I hate you
when you talk like that
I wish you could act like a
grown man
(they have got you by the balls)
I hate you
when you talk like that
I wish you could act like a
grown man
(they have got you by the balls)
I hate you
when you talk like that
I wish you could act like a
grown up man
(they have got you by the balls)
You will never see me...
walking that walk
You will never catch me...
talking that babytalk
(you know it's true...
they've got you by the balls)
Which brings me back to Spike
A good guy to have in a fight
Unless he was
With his girlfriend
Obnoxious on Saturday night
You know he couldn't care less
What anyone thinks
He does not give a damn
No, because he has no shame
He looks so happy
Just like everything is fine
He is oblivious to the fact
That he has no spine
He always talks crazy
(you have no shame)
Whenever she calls
(you have no shame)
He talks like a baby
(you have no shame)
It is obvious...
they have got him by the balls
I hate you
when you talk like that
I wish you could act like a
grown man
(they have got him by the balls)
I hate you
when you talk like that
I wish you could act like a
grown man
(they have got him by the balls)
You will never see me...
walking that walk
You will never catch me
....talking that babytalk
(you know it's true...
they've got you by the balls)
I am not going to let it
get to me
They've got you by the balls
song performed by by Everclear
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With every step we take
Twenty miles, then twenty miles,
then twenty miles again.
We’ll keep on walking, day by day,
towards breast cancer’s end.
With every step, with every stair,
We train to walk this path
To raise the funds to fight the beast
And consign it to the past..
It will be hot, It may be wet
As we traverse the miles
and when we rest, beneath the stars,
We’ll sleep like stones awhile
With every step, with every mile
We’re walking towards a cure
And we would walk a thousand miles
To end its’ reign for sure..
If not in time for one we loved
Perhaps in time for others-
So many suffer scars or worse
where death’s dark angel hovers.
Twenty miles, then twenty miles,
then twenty miles again.
We’ll keep on walking, day by day,
towards breast cancer’s end.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Writing On The Wall
I've seen the writing on the wall
What's the answer to it all
My eyes are open
No need to stall
I've seen the writing on the wall
How I loved you
When I first saw you
The transformation was there to see
I gave my heart, my body and soul
When I first saw you
Oh, how I loved you
Games, games, games - games people playin'
There's always a loser
This time it's me
Oh how I love my inspiration
Such a sad story
The game we played
How could sweet love
Turn to sour love
How could I've lied
One lie too many
Why should we be separated
You know that I still want you
You know that I still want you
Seen the writing on the wall
What's the answer to it all
My eyes are open
No need to stall
Seen the writing on the wall
song performed by by Hollies
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I'm As Happy As I Can Be
When I wake up in the morning
I'm as happy as I can be
the joy of being alive
surrounds me with energy
I'm glad to see
that life can be
so full of sunshine
and passionfull to me
I'm the happiest kat
walking the street
I feel musical tones
under my feet
At the park
or on the beach
I'll dance anywhere
within my reach
I'm just giddy
and stressful free
I'm as happy
as I can be
I'm always carefree
like a happy melody
I.m just happy
as happy as I can be
When I wake up in the morning
I'm glad to feel
the joy of being alive
to me it's unreal
I want the world
to see me now
I'm as happy as I can be.
WOW!
poem by White Tiger
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Anything is disputable.
Scripts are disputed; faiths are disputed.
So are history, theory and discovery.
Anything is subject to dispute.
It means there is a base to support them.
08.10.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Writing On The Wa
(clarke / sylvester / hicks)
Ive seen the writing on the wall
Whats the answer to it all
My eyes are open
No need to stall
Ive seen the writing on the wall
How I loved you
When I first saw you
The transformation was there to see
I gave my heart, my body and soul
When I first saw you
Oh, how I loved you
Games, games, games - games people playin
Theres always a loser
This time its me
Oh how I love my inspiration
Such a sad story
The game we played
How could sweet love
Turn to sour love
How could Ive lied
One lie too many
Why should we be separated
You know that I still want you
You know that I still want you
Seen the writing on the wall
Whats the answer to it all
My eyes are open no need to stall
Seen the writing on the wall
song performed by by Hollies
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Mrs. Murphy
I’m sad, Mrs Murphy, I’m sad
At a time when I should be glad
I’ve got me a wife for the rest of my life
So why sad, Mrs Murphy, am i?
I’m shy, Mrs Murphy, I’m shy
Now I guess you are wondering why
On my wedding day I confess that I’m gay
That’s why shy, Mrs Murphy, am i.
I’m bad, Mrs Murphy, I’m bad
That’s the reason I am so sad
Last night with the boys I discovered new joys
That’s why bad, Mrs Murphy, am i.
poem by David Keig
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Old #64 chose... a gentle jog, fast enough to prove I was alive, slow enough to savor the cheers. They washed over me. They warmed me. I knew I could live without them but I loved them.
quote by Jerry Kramer
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The Semi Pro Punter
The heating up to twenty five and the lounge room nice and warm
And Joe sits on the sofa studying the racing form
With his ears tuned in to 3 U Z what's Higgins got to say
The movement in the market and the scratchings for the day.
Number six shows too much flesh and ten needs the blow out
And Higgins he is seldom wrong he knows what he's about
And number nine doesn't like the wet he likes it hard and dry
But do not leave the favourite out include him in your tri.
He picks his seven for the trifecta and he phones the T A B
Just five minutes before the off at twenty after three
Three of his seven run a drum and he whoops aloud in joy
When he hear news of the dividend a thousand dollar tri.
Next monday when he goes to work he will inform the boys
And wait with a smile for the jealous glint in greedy old John's eyes
Another thousand to his retirement fund and Linda in the dark
He scored whilst she watched the football Pies perform at Princes Park.
And the happiest day of all of the week for Joe is saturday
And this one quite a happy one as his Linda is away
She sits in stand of Princes Park watching Collingwood play
Whilst he scores big trifecta win and makes the punting pay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Meaning of Sight
These old eye-balls only know what they have seen,
dreams at night, and in the the daytime,
daydreams, so many times,
expectations unfulfilled.
These old eye-balls only know what they have seen,
too many things within a life,
too much left, when more was needed,
and it never was delivered.
These old eye-balls only know what they have seen,
as the epic left the thought of what it means,
upon the thinking and wishing of the hoping,
upon the losses of the winners desperate scenes.
These old eye-balls end up losing light today,
but, at least they sent the messages to thoughts,
and those remain there in the mind,
where almost anyone can find,
the extra - special meaning that they brought.
poem by Barry Van Allen
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I have had fans make me the big picture collages of the photo books; I have had fans send me birthday cakes... sing to me on my voicemail. I have had fans flash me. I have had older fans give me their bras and underwear onstage.
quote by Puff Daddy
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Mandilyn
As I lie on the grass
In the field upon my back,
At the heavens as I stare,
To remember my love, who now is there.
The clouds they shape her gentle form
The birds they sing her happy song,
The wind again it speaks her name,
As I hear it call for Mandilyn.
Oh how I long for her gentle touch,
How I long for her gentle kiss,
How I long for her loving hug,
Oh Wife, my life, you I miss.
I close my eyes and I see your face,
Lying beside me upon the grass,
Laughing and smiling we are again,
But when I open my eyes, you are gone again.
I see you walking rose in hand,
In the heavens your above this man,
Happy again I see you are,
Oh death, why be you so far.
The clouds they then turn a misty gray,
The wind has stopped calling her name,
The birds they all have flown away,
Then upon my face, it begins to rain.
But is it rain, or is it tears,
Falling from heaven upon this Man,
It is as though my wife’s trying to say,
In heaven again we’ll be together someday.
As I arise from the grass,
I leave the field into the night,
Death it came and it tempted my soul,
But then it left, when my Wife’s love did grow.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The Soul Is The Rock
The soul is the rock and the rock will not be moved
Nothing is disputed, yet nothing is disproved
And the seeds of the earth that were planted long ago
Still yield a better harvest than the rock was prone to grow
Say what you like to, do what you do
Everyones sleeping now two by two
Bats in the roof, cats in the hall
Dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall
Big rain comin
Big rain comin this way
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock
The sea is the space which the rock has displaced
The mind is some stranger that some soul has embraced
And somewhere between, in a no-mans land of dreams
The heart becomes the soldier yet the rock is not redeemed
Say what you like to, do what you can
Live like a sheep, die like a lamb
Bats in the roof, cats in the hall
Dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall
Big rain comin
Big rain comin this way
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock
The soul is the rock and the rock will always roll
In circles round the sun doing rings around the pole
When the mind is not sure what the heart will do next
The rock becomes the master and the road becomes whats left
Late one night when the moon shone down
We went to the mill on the edge of the town
She wore white, I wore black
The town was sleeping when we got back
Big rain comin
Big rain comin this way
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock
The soul is the rock and the rock will not be harmed
Though man must be cheated just as women must be charmed
And the mind is the light for the heart which cannot see
The soul becomes the stranger but the rock will always be
Say what you like to, do what you do
Everyones sleeping now two by two
Bats in the roof, cats in the hall
Dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall
Oh.. big rain comin
Big rain comin this way
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock
The soul is the rock and the rock will not be moved
Nothing is disputed yet nothing is disproved
And the seeds of the earth that were planted long ago
Still yield a better harvest than the rock was prone to grow
And the seeds of the earth that were planted long ago
Still yield a better harvest than the rock was prone to grow
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Walking In The Rain
Walking down the street,
Kicking cans,
Looking at the billboards,
(? )
Summing up the people,
Checking out the race,
Doing what Im doing,
Feeling out of place,
Walking, walking,
In the rain.
Feeling like a woman,
Looking like a man,
Sounding like a no-no,
Mating when I can,
Whistling in the darkness,
Shining in the night,
Coming to conclusions,
Right is night is tight,
Walking, walking,
In the rain.
Come in all you jesters,
Enter all you fools,
Sit down no-nos,
Vulgar fools,
Trip the light fantastic,
Dance the swivel hips,
Coming to conclusions,
Button up your lips,
Walking, walking,
In the rain.
song performed by by Grace Jones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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