Great Indoors
Check your pulse it's proof that you're not listening to
The call your life's been issuing you
The rhythm of a line of idle days
Scared of a world outside you should go explore
Pull all the shades and wander the great indoors
The great indoors
Lamplight makes the shadows play
And posters take the walls away
The T.V. is your window pane
The view won't let you down
So put your faith in a late night show
I bet you didn't even know
Depends on how far out you go
The channel numbers change
Scared of a world outside you should go explore
Pull all the shades and wander the great indoors
Though lately I can't blame you
I have seen the world
And sometimes wish your room had room for two
So go unlock the door
And find what you are here for
Leave the great indoors
Please leave the great indoors
Check your pulse it's proof that you're not listening to
The call your life's been issuing you
The rhythm of a line of idle days
song performed by by John Mayer from Room For Squares
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House On A Cliff
Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors
The winking signal on the waste of sea.
Indoors the sound of the wind. Outdoors the wind.
Indoors the locked heart and the lost key.
Outdoors the chill, the void, the siren. Indoors
The strong man pained to find his red blood cools,
While the blind clock grows louder, faster. Outdoors
The silent moon, the garrulous tides she rules.
Indoors ancestral curse-cum-blessing. Outdoors
The empty bowl of heaven, the empty deep.
Indoors a purposeful man who talks at cross
Purposes, to himself, in a broken sleep.
poem by Louis Macneice
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I think I tried to separate indoors and out. And so when he beat me indoors, I did not see that as letting anybody down, I saw it as a good head to head competition, and so it was. It was fine.
quote by Ralph Boston
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Don't Forget who is your Father
God is Great
He created you and me so ladies and gentleman
he is the only person to praise and pray
Cause some of us we pray Alan people you pray him
who is him God is the one who created us
so guys help me to Thank him every time i'm sick i call him cause
he is the hiller the killer of diseases in the world
Help me to sing.
How great is our God sing with me how great is our God
all we sing is how great is our God age to age praise his
Great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great great great great great
GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD..
Thank you Help me pliz.
poem by Ruvimbo Daisy Matsika
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Don't Let the Rain Play Spoil Sport
On days you are forced to stay indoors
As the rain non stop pours.
While you wait for the rain gods to take a break,
Don’t waste time with nose pressed to the window pane.
Just pull out your favourite board games
Tune in some foot tapping music on World space.
Brew some steaming hot cups of tea,
Or play dumb charades in a spirit of camaraderie.
Pass the hot snacks and finger foods around,
In no time the house will resound.
With loud peals of laughter,
There will be lots of gossip and banter.
Everyone will you’ll see soon forget,
About rain being a spoil sport.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Tell Tale Of The Storms
All of a sudden as a faraway witch-like relative,
You bring damages to the entire atmosphere.
Politicians really scared of mud slides
And they kept locked and stay indoors quietly nowadays.
But the poor folk wander here and there along the streets.
Be careful, let the rain wash your sins
And grab the oblique lamp posts tightly
Because the gossamer life could have blown away.
* Please do not tell secrets to the wind as she might spread all over.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The wonderful world of home appliances now makes it possible to cook indoors with charcoal and outdoors with gas.
quote by Bill Vaughan
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Pulse
Step by step by step by step by
Steps grow longer
til its just like stepping in another world
Feel that pulse that pulse that pulse
That pulse go stronger
Like a breath line coming from another world
Dont want to leave my old world but I cant deny
What it is that draws me on
Like a magnet pulling from another world
Dont know what Ill find in the new world
But Im not afraid of the sound that calls me on
Like a siren singing in another world
Here comes a change, and another change,
And another change
And another wave of change
Like a heartbeat pumping from another world
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Some Days
Some days, I'm indoors,
Some days, I'm outdoors
Wondering what's
Happening…
Behind closed doors.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Teddy Bears
Up to the age of four years old
Edmund was called ‘Little Ted’,
but the day after his fifth birthday
he was called something else instead.
For his birthday he was bought a teddy bear
and of course that night he took it to bed.
The very next morning he told his mummy
the bear was to be called ‘Little Ted’.
Two ‘Little Ted’s’ would be confusing, said mum
so you ought to change your name.
Because you’re bigger we’ll call you ‘Big Ted’
and then your names won’t be the same.
‘Big Ted’ and ‘Little Ted’ became great friends,
and went everywhere together,
upstairs and downstairs, indoors and out,
and in all kinds of weather.
One day ‘Big Ted’ and his mother went shopping,
and he saw an even bigger teddy bear.
He whispered to his mother, “Don’t you think
‘Little Ted’ is looking worse for wear? ”
She knew what he was getting at and said,
“You can’t replace ‘Little Ted’ just because he’s worn, ”
and he said, “I don’t want to replace ‘Little Ted’,
but another teddy would help to keep him warm.”
“By what name would it be known? ” she asked.
“Well, it’s only right that he should be ‘Big Ted’,
and then everyone will call me Edmund,
which is what I prefer to be called instead.”
poem by Orlando Belo
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Cape winters (EM Du Toit Rondeau type)
On the Southern tip of Africa when the southeaster blows with mighty main
oak trees sway, break and are uprooted on the shores
while people shelter indoors
from the daily sieving winter rain,
sunless life seems mundane
while doing the same chores
on the Southern tip of Africa.
Sunless life seems mundane
while people shelter indoors
oak trees sway, break and are uprooted on the shores
and the storm wind rattles every windowpane
on the Southern tip of Africa.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Hostess With The Mostest
As fluorescents do
They blink oer the floor
Of her majestic halls
Yeah, they do
I hear surf on kazoo
I march with the militia of the mine
Malicious are the times
Malicious
In the doors we all flew
To see the great indoors
Of her majestic stalls
Yeah, we flew
Waves break on the shore of the zoo
And I see how
Laurasia sure has changed
Imaginary planes
Imagine
I hit the mall on every friday
When it was biggest in the world
The hostess with the mostest
song performed by by Frank Black
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Make the Money
Sitting at home can bring a new pleasure,
Sizes of the rooms can bring enjoyment.
Sit by and watch television, listen to radio,
Do not involve with the outside world.
The world is just bigger than your house,
It is explored by the big men, who are serving themselves.
They are bigger and better than the rest,
To name a few could mean calamity.
Smaller than the mightiness of God is the ordinary man,
As if the big men are worth too much splendour,
As if the nature of the smaller man in his home is only father,
Like the money has churned from money, not from God.
Does it grow on trees in the back garden?
Do you see the leaves wilting and dying?
Then if they do, you are like them too.
You will have to be bigger and better, so that you are too big.
Life indoors can be rewarding,
But outside you must explore,
To be ranked as a money-maker.
poem by Naveed Akram
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tiny tree frog
rides indoors with the house plants
then leaps in jello.
Which amphibian world
did he aim for: earth? water?
tanka by Lillian Susan Thomas
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Showtime! !
Who’s been there for you when you’ve felt down! ?
(You have! !)
Who kept you from danger indoors, safe and sound! ?
(You did! !)
Who raised you when your parents were never around! ?
(You did! !)
What do you say folks, should I take a bow! ?
(Yes! ! Yes! ! Yes! !)
Who says watching me gives you a slow mind! ?
(They do! !)
Who says I promise you success with no grind! ?
(They do! !)
Is it true you sit there and let your life blow by! ?
(Boooooooo! !)
Did I or did they say you’d be told no lie! ?
(They did! ! Liars! !)
Who else can show you every bloody train wreck! ?
(No one! !)
Who won’t let you see the huge or plain breasts! ?
(They won’t! !)
Who keeps looking good with stainless frame sets! ?
(You do! !)
Who always asks if you’ve drank a grain yet! ?
(They do! ! Booo! !)
Who saves your spirits more than a tow line! ?
(You do! !)
Who do you love and can never see through! ?
(We love you! ! Woooo! !)
I won’t leave but do you think I need you! ?
(Uhh…....)
HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! IT’S SHOWTIME! !
(Yeah! ! ! ! ! Alright! ! ! ! Wahoo! ! ! !)
poem by P.R. Prosper
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If you find an Australian indoors, it's a fair bet that he will have a glass in his hand.
quote by Jonathan Aitken
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A poem written in a brothel
Those who go in the heavy rains
some do have umbrellas
but some they don't have
and both of them got soaked.
If you want to get wet
not necessary to go outside.
You find rain indoors too.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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One Leg Anne's Escape
One leg Anne
crutched herself
to the window
and stared out at the rain
Look at the pissing weather
she said
she let go
of the handle
of one crutch
and scratched her thigh
you stood just behind her
watching her standing there
like a dejected Napoleon
What do you think
they'd say if I got you
to push me out
in the wheelchair
in this Skinny Boy?
she said
looking at you
over her shoulder
They wouldn't allow it
you replied moving up
beside her
and peering out
at the rain
on the lawn and trees
I don't give a donkey's tail
what they'd allow
she said
being politer
than she usually was
Why do you want
to go out in the rain?
you asked
Because I hate
being shut up
in my room
or being pushed
around the corridors
like fecking Guy Fawkes
she crutched herself
away from the window
Come on Skinny Boy
let's venture out
But we'll get wet
you said following her
out of the room
Hush do you want
the grown ups
to know our plans of escape?
you stood beside her
by the backdoor
your eyes watched
the rain falling on
the path outside
Bring me a wheelchair
Skiing Boy
we're going to explore
you went to the store room
and pushed a wheelchair
to where she stood
and she sat down
and gave you
the crutches
Right off we go
she said
and you opened
the door
and wheeled her out
the raindrops
pattering on
and around you both
and she bellowed
Go go
on on
and so you pushed
and the rain fell
and she laughed
and opened her arms
and her hands
and said
This is living Boy
better to live
and be wet
than dry indoors
and dead.
poem by Terry Collett
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Others' Faith Inspires Me
OTHERS' FAITH INSPIRES ME
Others' faith inspires me
And makes me check my own
When I see their leaps of faith
While I just tag along
Great to be one of the crowd
When others' faith I see
Reminds me of how great our God
The one who died for me
He still does work in lives of men
Who know Him not as Saviour
He has a plan unfolding for
Those in His special favour
Without faith, impossible to please
Who made us creature's such
Praise the Lord who loves us so
He loves us very much
No problem is so great that He
Can never find the answer
He has the perfect solution
From Him to you He'll transfer
His ear's atuned to broken heart's
The Father hears their cry
And swift attends to recompense
Them for their call on High
With great pleasure, He meets the need
Of each one gone astray
He sent His Shepherd on ahead
To show the sheep the Way
Don't think too trivial or light a thing
That He our God would care
But bring to Him, yes everthing
Bring to Him in prayer
Boldly make your petition
While at the throne of Grace
Abundantly He'll pour out Mercy
As there you seek His face
God loves, to show Himself
Strong on your behalf
Give Him the chance He wants to have
To be your Rod and Staff
He your Shepherd, You shall not want
But in green pasture's lay
Beside still water's listening too
The voice who leads your way
Take hope my friend take faith
And in taking faith you'll see
The God who asks you to believe
Will give you faith to see!
Copyright Gary James Smith
February 20th 2009 @ 4.15 p.m.
poem by Gary James Smith
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When Her Brothers Were Away.
When Monica asked
if she could go with you
and her brothers
bike riding
her mother said
no you're too young
or if she asked
to go with you
and Jim and Pete
to the cinema
to see the latest
Elvis flick
her mother said
definitely not
it's not for young girls
and Monica'd storm indoors
slamming the door
shouting I hate you all
but when you called one day
and her brothers were out
(gone to see their big brother
about some old motorbike)
her mother said
yes come in and wait
and Monica was
pleased as Punch
especially when
her mother said
you could stay to lunch
and I can show you
over the place
Monica said
and after lunch maybe
we can go for a bike ride
along the small lanes
and maybe you
could show me
some judo moves
and her mother said
we'll see I'm not sure
Benedict will want
to do those kind
of things with a girl
and went off
to make lunch
and Monica showed you
all over the house
whose room was whose
and up in the attic
she said
this is my room
and took your hand
and took you
to the window
and said
see the view I've got?
Isn't it the best?
and you said
yes it's good
and you took in the view
and looking around
the room you saw her bed
and the big pink elephant
there by the wall
staring at you
and she said
that's Pinkie
isn't she great?
sure
you said
and she took you
down the stairs
to the kitchen for lunch
and her mother
chatted away
about her sons
and Monica sat there
gawking at you
her eyes studying
each aspect of you
her eyes large
as saucers
blue and beautiful
and after lunch
you showed her
a few judo moves
which she loved
especially when
your hands moved her
and you sensed
her almost ready
to burst with joy
and just before
you were ready
to go for a ride
on the bikes
her brothers came
and shooed her away
and she went off
giving them the evil eye
but you she gave
the young girl wink
the we know
what they don't smile
and off you rode
with her brothers
but she kept
those moments with you
(to herself)
as if you were
Romeo and Juliet
fond lovers.
poem by Terry Collett
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Desire To Know You
First World,
Second World,
A Third World call when a bard writes;
Flow with my mind and let us rule the world.
In my mind,
In my world,
With my views to teach many;
The desire to know you matters to me.
To appreciate it,
To love it,
A Third World call when a bard writes;
The hope to work with you.
Of a world full of questions and answers,
Of the love of the muse that muses;
To swim with an empty bowl at hand with,
The vision still in mind.
Together we live, together we can make it;
Two heads are better than one.
First World,
Second World,
Write like a writer and teach like a teacher;
Two heads are better than one.
Indoors and outdoors activities,
The comedy of one's life;
There are no distances in friendship.
Together we live, together we camn make it;
Like the actions of one's move.
To appreciate it and to love it,
To write it and to learn from it,
A world full of questions and answers;
The desire to know you matters to me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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