Years Later
Old friend, our efforts at conversation
Falter. Anyway, I should go. Our years
As inseparables decades done, school
Days finished, marriages, jobs and
Simple physical distance having
Produced a division too wide to cross,
We stare at the table and struggle to do
What we once did so easily: laugh and
Talk. I am happy you're healthy and
Solvent and proud of your children.
I'm certain that they are nice, and I'm
Gratified, slightly, by your pleasant
Memories, so like mine, of us as
Noble rebels fighting...what were we
Fighting, these lives, us? We are hollow
And dull as the grown-ups we mocked,
And we aren't really friends; only nodding
Acquaintances. That's very sad, or it would
Have been once. Anyway, I should go.
poem by Lawrence Beck
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Physical
I'm saying all the things that I know you like
Making good conversation
I've gotta handle you just right
You know what I mean
I took you to an intimate restaurant
Then to a suggestive movie
There's nothing left to talk about
Unless it's horizontally
Let's get physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
I've been patient, I've been good
Tried to keep my hands on the table
Oh it's getting hard to hold me back
You know what I mean
I'm sure you understand my point of view
We know each other better
You've gotta know you're bringing out
The animal in me
Let's get physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
(Physical) I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
(Get physical)
(Do you hear me)
(Mmm, yeah)
(C'mon)
(I know you want me)
(Physical)
Woah, yeah
Physical, physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
I wanna get physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
Let's get physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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True Soldier
You're off in war
While the love of your life is here
Be sure to come back
Be sure to come back for her
Don't forget the sights of our U.S.A.
The freedoms along with every privilege
Every privilege
Every privilege
(chorus)
You're fighting for freedom
You're fighting for rights
You're fighting to keep America in sight
Fighting for freedom
Fighting for rights
Fighting to keep my America in sight
Our affection is w/ you along w/ our pride
Keep us alive
Keep us alive
the tattoo on your arm reminds you of death
And friends who have died
The friend who has died
(chorus)
You're fighting for freedom
You're fighting for rights
You're fighting to keep America in sight
Fighting for freedom
Fighting for rights
Fighting to keep my America in sight
Down on her knees your mom prays for you
She's begging the Lord to bring you home safe
Come home safe
Please come home safe
Fly in the sky w/ all of your crew
Don't close your eyes the enemy stays true
You know what they can do
You know what they can do
(chorus)
You're fighting for freedom
You're fighting for rights
You're fighting to keep America in sight
Fighting for freedom
Fighting for rights
Fighting to keep my America in sight
*song for my amazing uncle overseas right now
Old Friends Of Mine
The songs they were singing from the golden days of our spring. When laughter rang out from those old friend of mine.
Where have they gone in the passing of time, and where are they now those old friends of mine.
The years have clouded the memories of them. The grey hairs are showing, how long has it been?
Oh where did they go? The friends of my youth. The flames of a young life and the passions we knew.
The days are shorter. Life still goes on. Our children are playing like we used to do.
Will they remember the friends of their youth when they get our age in their September song?
Oh where have they now those old friends of mine?
31 Dec 1995
poem by David Harris
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A Lost Friend.....
What happened to the little girl
who leaned on chubby hands at school.
What happened to that lonesome child,
all plain and fat with soulful eyes.
The other children mocked her,
while I would shun their jibes.
What happened to my precious friend,
the one with dimpled thighs.
I recall the day she ‘died',
It was then she found her smiles
when her breasts grew big and proud,
those days she'd not want me around.
I recall the times she sighed,
when boys at high school caught her eye
remembering the times she melted,
her heart, it drummed a heady beat
forgetting all those bad school days,
she fell in love with love some say.
But I remember way back when,
when we two were the closest friends
and I remember why and then -
I cry for my forgotten friend.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Oh Happy Days
Oh happy days,
Everyone likes you.
Oh happy days,
Please stay today.
Oh happy days,
Sweet like honey.
Oh happy days,
loving family ties.
Oh happy days,
Giving us strength.
Oh happy days,
Children out playing.
Oh happy days,
On the green grass.
Oh happy days,
With boundless optimism.
Oh happy days,
I give thanks.
Oh happy days,
Dreaming for more.
Oh happy days,
Warm and bright.
Oh happy days,
Like love eternal.
Oh happy days,
And glad memories.
Oh happy days,
New hope prayers.
Oh happy days,
With smiling faces.
Oh happy days,
Holidays and health.
Oh happy days,
With close friends.
Oh happy days,
Generous and giving.
Oh happy days,
Shiny rainbow dreams.
Oh happy days,
Till the very end.
Oh happy days,
Always and forever.
Amen.
poem by Rowina Mallick
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I've been very physical my whole life. I went out hiking and camping for days in the Australian forest, and when I trained at drama school for three years, we did a whole lot on stage-fighting techniques. And I was a dancer from 5 to 18, so I have a memory for choreography.
quote by Yvonne Strahovski
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Been Through Alot Not Going To Give Up Now
I look back in the past,
and i realize how i got so off track,
my life wasn't easy growing up,
been sexually abused,
got picked on for my weight,
lost my best friend,
when he moved away,
lost a friend from an accident,
we were friends for 5 years,
when i didn't see him in the hall,
i knew something was wrong,
lost my mom,
my best best friend,
who i was close to,
and was my guidence,
had an injury that tested me,
and who i was as a person,
i failed a couple of times,
but finally gotten it right,
fighting through school,
to become something better,
finally it what i wanted,
no matter how long it takes,
i will stay in until the end,
been fighting my whole life,
i'm not giving up now.
poem by Mona Martinez
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The Dark Knight Comes Too Pass
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
From a mere boy
Being raised by the wolves
Living in the darkness for just too long
Something just went so wrong
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
Was it a death so desperately
Forever in misery
A loves tragedy
Is always so sad to see
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
The not so dead family
A murder held with in their arms
With no recourse
With no remorse
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
He's the alternate ending
As the light comes to pass
Shadows lurk
They shouldn't be disturbed
Let them rest in peace
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
Festered hate fills his eyes
As he is victimized
By those desecrated his loves ones grave
Becoming of the nightly terrors
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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For Suzy With Love
For Suzanne
This is a true account of what happen to me in 2006 and 2007.
In 1958, there was a girl in my class at school.
Who would many; many years later turn my life around.
We didn’t talk much socially at school;
in fact, we were virtually strangers.
Yet here we are living thousands of miles away
from each other now and we are very good friends.
She found me adrift on the internet one day in December 2006.
At first, I didn’t recognise her name,
but when I saw an old school photograph,
I recognised her straight away.
Many happy memories were soon to fill my head.
We got talking through emails
telling how much each of our lives had changed.
It was through these exchanges
she would turn my life around.
She introduced me to a friend of hers in a roundabout way.
That introduction changed my life forever
in ways I could only dream.
Her friend wrote poetry
and I went along to read them on an internet site,
but had to join to comment.
Since then that friend of hers
has become a very good friend of mine to,
so much so I adopted her as my sister.
After joining the poetry site I put up some old poems of mine,
just to show the world how bad I was.
The joke was on me
because they said I was better than I thought.
One thing led to another and more friends I did gain.
However, Suzy still remains someone special to me.
At school, we might have been strangers,
but we are strangers no more.
In fact, now she feels more like part of my family.
Suzy with her friend gave me my life back in many ways.
Sometimes I think back of those dark days
before she caught me adrift on the internet.
This story isn’t over yet, it still has a long way to run.
Next year I plan to meet Suzy and her friend,
and you can bet your bottom dollar
there will be tears hugs and kisses all around.
For those who don’t know whom Suzy’s friend might be,
her name is Melvina Germain
who also means the world to me.
However, Suzy this poem comes from me to you will love.
Thank you my long lost classmate
for all that you have done.
23 October 2008
poem by David Harris
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When Hopes Are Gone!
A friend shares your laughter and tears...
Lends a helping hand to lessen fears
Friends such, lives on in the heart forever,
...Though they may not end up, together,
Memories of a true friendship will not die,
Their brightest smile will keep it alive.
Holding a special piece of your heart.
Decades distance can never tear it apart.
The tender words that escape their lips.
Flows effortlessly, gently, its at their finger tips
Memories evergreen and oh so constantly lives on..
A strength to move when all hopes are gone..
Nothing seems to be for you and a heartache brings
The voice of a friend in your heart will musically sing! ! -
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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If Our Children
If our children aren’t smiling
Laughing, playing, driving us insane
Than something must be wrong in our doing
These days, they’re scared and
Have multiple nightmares that are unspeakable
As they go to sleep, they yearn so much
For freedom that they sing it in their dreams
They’ve taken full vacation from
Their childhood just so they can fight
For their freedom, their country
If our children aren’t happy
Than, there must be something wrong
They can’t even go outside to play
Everyday has become a struggle
They must even fight to stay alive
Our children are not well, my family
My brother, my sister, my friends
Our children are not well
Therefore our nation is sick
Because our children are not well.
MarieLove
2/17/06
poem by MarieLove Brevil
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I Am Most Happy When…
I am happy when I reach a goal
big or small
hard or easy to achieve
lofty, noble or one which is simple.
I am happy when I am in a nice working environment
Utilizing my skills and abilities
Use my hours in productive pursuits
and be with workmates who are good-natured and great!
I am happy when I’m with my friends
Share stories and lighten the embarrassments
sing with them in videoke
or laugh with them in jokes and comedies
I am happy when I’m with my family
Wear the true identity and personality
not concerned if I act awkward
as they can accept and understand, whether I’m happy or sad.
And I am most happy when I am with my special someone
walk in hand and hand
talk in anything,
or dine in a restaurant
and every moment seems in a dreamland.
poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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Family
My friend
Marrage
Arranged my
Friend mother
Mother...
Lovingely moving
The family
Few months...
After some time
Each everyday;
Cook room
To
Bathroom
Shouting with fighting
My friend not ther....
My friend wife
To my friend mother...
Fighted with simple
Matter's
Shouting and fighting...
Family running only
For my friend silant
And the love
The wife and mother
So family running...
Happy was ache of
The family? ? ?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Street Fighting Man
Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Tell me what can a poor boy do
cept for sing for a rock n roll band
cause in this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
Do you think the time is right for a palace revolution
Where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy
cept for sing for a rock n roll band
cause in this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Hey my name is called disturbance
Ill shout and scream, Ill kill the king, Ill rail at all his servants
Well what can a poor boy do
For sing for a rock n roll band
In this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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After ceremonial with Tugur
Gur, you should be proud with this
falling on the top of the table
and you buy the Sufi's book
often
We teased by gymnastics pamphlet ~
......HEALTHY ALA.....
or stop smoking
but we don't know
who is the king of our hearts
This hand may also have
could no longer hold
our children
because
as leaf
we have
yellow
will soon fall
by the wind
and the rain hit
our heads with his love
and we can not avoid it
Gur, I should proud to have
a friend in the old days
(9/5/2001)
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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I Have A Friend
I have a friend who cannot walk
I have a friend all he does is talk
I have a friend, Philippe is his name
I have a friend and we are just the same
I have a friend he’s seventeen years old
I have a friend who has a heart of gold
I have a friend who would catch me if I fall
It is only that he has no legs at all
I have a friend and when my friend was seven
A car ran over him and he almost went to heaven
I have a friend with a smile that I adore
I have a friend who lives in a house of four
I have a friend his family is his home
I have a friend who dreams of visiting Rome
I have a friend who is still finishing school
Yet some people tell him that for that he is a fool
I have a friend they say he is disabled
He has no legs and for that he is labeled
I have a friend who has a friend
They were made for each other; their love will never end
I have a friend who likes to name the stars
I have a friend and what he hates is cars
I have a friend who’s happier than you and me
I have a friend who’s shown me how happy I can be
I have a friend who’s had his bad times too
I have a friend who’s better than me and you
I have a friend so dear to me and kind
That another one like him I shall never find!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Fight
You know some days I like me.
Some days I dont.
Some days I try with passion.
Sometimes I wont.
I might just hold my guard up,
And lock my heart up tight,
But its the door thats open,
Letting in the light.
Theres a battle raging
Inside of me.
Its a holy struggle,
And it wont let go of me.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right.
I used to sit and ponder
If Id be fine,
If jesus lived his own life,
And I lived mine.
But love is such a magnet,
It pulled me night and day,
Until my needy heart
Just couldnt stay away.
Life can drive you crazy,
Or just about.
But even when its most frustrating,
This kids not walking out.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
Sure its tough but I wont deny it,
No, no, no,
I dont want to waste my life hiding,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right.
Ive made up my mind now,
I dont want to lose out, (unguarded)
Beginning to see now,
What the fight is about, (unguarded heart)
I gotta stay open,
Keep defenses all down, (unguarded)
Dont want to be hiding,
When the love comes round.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
Sure its tough but I wont deny it,
No, no, no,
I dont want to waste my life hiding,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fight, now,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right, now.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right.
No, no, no,
I just cant stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
If I want to live right.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right.
No, no, no...
song performed by by Amy Grant
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On The Day That Pudsy Died
A cold fog from the mountain stole across the countryside
And cloaked the fields in greyness on the day that Pudsy died
She had survived many life's battles and she did not die easily
Like her I too must go the way of time whenever that will be.
Our dark brown cattle dog Pudsy to us devoted to the end
All of our family grieved for her she was a family friend
We buried her by our old home beside the cypress tree
And despite the passing of the years she lives in my memory.
More of a hunting than a cattle dog for fox and badger she went to ground
And she was the best fighting dog for miles and miles around
When challenged by another dog Pudsy never backed away
Though she never did start a fight that much of her one can say.
I watched her fighting many times and never see her beat
she was the champion fighting dog on our side of Millstreet
As a watchdog or a guard dog on her one could not depend
For Pudsy did love people she was everybody's friend.
A hairy rugged outdoor dog she did not mind it wet and cold
She even slept out in the rain though time had left her old
As an outdoor dog she lived and died and of her I can say
That she enjoyed the outdoor sort of life in her own happy way.
A cold fog stole down from the hill and cloaked the fields in gray
On the day our dark brown cattle dog old Pudsy passed away
Until the moment that she died as our friend she did remain
And often times in my memory I hunt with her again.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A nice jokes
How to make joke out of sadness?
Cruel joke can be termed as madness
To laugh it out is simply a sign of healthy mind
Such quality is to be rarely seen and find
To cute joke at somebody’s weakness is called foolishness
Nice jokes may try to remove somebody’s loneliness
It is nice to cut joke and make others happy
He will come out of shock and get ready
What is something new in fine jokes?
What response it gets or reaction invokes?
The known friends may take it very lightly
It may take off their worries slightly
See to it that it generates no ill feeling
It must help to build confidence if willing
It just a try in right direction
It will definitely prove as good action
Some people are good at hiding the pain
They will not show it as their gain
It is indication of humble person
They may not disclose it with simple reason
Your jokes should be of innocent nature
It must help to develop the future
It may remove the misgivings of long years
It may be heard nicely by friends in their ears
It is fine always to remain in jovial mood
It serves as medicine or good nutritious food
It helps to build healthy state of mind
It may make you to feel very kind
Treat it as fine quality and heavenly sent
Prove it with normal desire for improvement
It may draw flake with adverse comment
Still it will remain as memorable moment
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Talk About The Good Times
(words & music by jerry reed hubbard)
Well I remember when I was as children
The time the people used to treat the neighbor like a fellow man
And all their singin and big prayer meetins
When a man was proud to walk up and shake his neighbors hand
Oh you talk about the good times,
Talk about the good times
Oh if you ever needed help a friend was there
Some good neighbor
Help lift your burden
Mmm, and the simple joys of life a friend would share
Times are harder and the people are changin
Now most folks couldnt tell you who their neighbors are
All their guns are loaded, the front doors are bolted
Aint this ol world takin hate and fear just a little too far
Oh you talk about the good times,
Talk about the good times
I wish I could go back to the days Im speakin of
When a friend would meet you
And a smile would greet you
What this ol world needs now is a little old fashioned love
My granddaddy God rest his soul now
Well we had a big long talk together the day he died
Said son this world is full of hate and venom
An I cant wait to leave this ol place and rest on the other side
Oh you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
Talk about the good times
Im gonna see all the friends I knew in the good ol days
Well have a big hand shakin
An sit and talk together
Sit down by the river jordan and sing our blues away
Oh you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
Talk about the good times
Im gonna see all the friends I knew in the good ol days
Well have a big hand shakin
An sit and talk together
Sit down by the river jordan and sing our blues away
Oh you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
Talk about the good times
Im gonna see all the friends I knew in the good ol days
Well have a big hand shakin
An sit and talk together
Sit down by the river jordan and sing our blues away
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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