If I Did It
If I did it.
I would place obscene calls,
To you between seven and nine pm.
I would then stalk you,
After you got off from work.
Climb the Oak tree
Outside of your bedroom window.
The one facing the backyard.
I would throw pebbles
To get your attention.
And you would be totally naked.
You would then put on your orange bathrobe,
To open the window and see if anyone was outside.
If I did it!
If I did it...
I would sit behind you in church,
And cough every time you opened your mouth to sing!
You can not hold a note.
Plus every first Sunday you arrive late!
If I did it...
I would send you anonymous notes,
You find on your desk on Tuesdays!
AND 'if' I did remove your husband's picture,
And replaced it with mine...
Signed, 'I Love You More'
I certainly would be the first to admit it!
IF I did it!
However...
I have no idea what you are talking about.
And I am tired of being accused!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hope Is An Open Window
(christopher ward/tim tickner/diana ross)
Are we not more than hunger and music
Are we not more than harlequins and horns
Are we not more than color and drums
Are we not more than anger and dance
Give me courage so I can spread it over my face and mouth
Give me courage, give me courage
Give me courage, give me courage
I walk these city streets see the people there
Look into the eyes of quiet despair
And the faces tell a story that words never can
And it falls to everyone of us to try and understand
Out of kindness
One act of grace makes the world we walk a better place
Hope is an open window
Love an open door
To reach out for each other
Is what we came here for
Through an open window
We can see the way
If we hold on to each other, every day
We build walls of suspicion with bars of fears
Tell ourselves well be safe in here
I know more brings us together
Than keeps up apart
First we got to tear down these walls within our hearts
We might be strangers, we can be friends
You and I we both need to let somebody in
Hope is an open window
Love an open door
To reach out for each other
Is what we came here for
Through an open window
We can see the way
If we hold on to each other, every day
Give me courage so I can spread over my face and mouth
We are secret rivers with shaking hips and crests
Come awake in our thunder so that our eyes can see behind trees
Give me courage so I can spread over my face and mouth
Give me courage, give me courage
Give me courage, give me courage
Hope is an open window
Loves an open door
To reach out for each other
Is what we came here for
Through an open window
We can see the way
If we hold on to each other, every day
Hope is an open window
Love an open door
Gotta be there for each other
Is what we sent here for
Through an open window
We can find a way
To love one another
Hope is an open window
Love an open door
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Talking Book
I wish I had a talking book
That told me how to act and look
A talking book that contained keys
To past and present memories
A talking book that said your name
So if you were gone, youd still remain
More than a picture on a shelf
In imagination I could touch
A talking, talking book
I wish I had a talking book
Filled with buttons you could push
Containing looks and sights, your touch
Your feel, your breath, your sounds, your sighs
How much Id bluster to ask it why
One must live and one must die
I wish I had a talking book
By my side so I could look
And touch and feel and dream, a look
Much bigger than a talking book
A taste of loving future and past
Is that so much to really ask
In this one moments time and space
Can our love really be replaced
By a talking book
Can our love really be replaced
By a talking book
Can our love really be replaced
By a talking book
Can our love ever, forever be replaced
Can our love ever be replaced
Can our love ever be replaced
(can our love really be replaced)
By a talking book
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Never Too Late
(gary rossington -- johnny vanzant -- hughie thomasson -- rickey medlocke)
In this world that we all live in
Its all takin and theres no givin
Before its too late,somethings gotta change
Go to work every day for the dollar
Doesnt matter were all blue collar
At the end of the day
Nothin lost, nothin gained
But its about time we realized
Its about time we opened our eyes
Take one step back and look at yourself
Do you like what you see
Oh no
Cause its never too late
Doesnt matter who you are
Its never too late
Hold on to your dreams and they will take you far
Cause its never too late
No, no, no
So many times Ive seen you cryin
But I see you out there still tryin
Workin hard just to get through another day
As a freind Im here to remind you
We all have a place to belong to
Who am i? see Im just like you
But its about time we realized
Its about time we opened our eyes
Take one step back and look at yourself
Do you like what you see
Oh no
Cause its never too late
Doesnt matter who you are
Its never too late
Hold on to your dreams and they will take you far
Cause its never too late
We all need a helpin hand sometimes
And I need one if you were mine
So right here, right now
You can count on me
Just open your eyes and you will see
That its never too late
No,no,no
Cause its never too late, it doesnt matter who you are
Its never too late
Hold on to your dreams and they will take you far
Cause its never too late
Cause its never too late, it doesnt matter who you are
Its never too late
You dont need a guitar son to be a star
Cause its never too late
No, no, no
Its never too late
No
Cause its never too late
Take a look around
Cause its never too late
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Not Nearly As Painful
I remembered when I first had my virginity taken away.
It was a frightening experience.
And I was still in my mid-teens.
'You don't have to talk about it.
I can understand.
You still have 'issues' about dealing with it?
To have it happen like that is painful.'
Yeah...
My dad caught me the first time,
Sneaking out the window.
I had to convince him I was sleep walking.
And twice I fell off the ledge...
During the rain.
And landed into the bushes below my bedroom window.
Look...
I still have the scar on my arm from the second fall.
Ten stitches.
'So 'who' took your virginity? '
I forget her name.
But one night she forgot to chain her Doberman.
That's when I busted my kneecap.
I told my dad I fell out the window.
He took me to some doctor!
And guess what?
'What? '
It was the girls' father.
He had her picture on the desk in his office.
How about you?
What was yours like?
'Not nearly as painful! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Behind The Window
Behind the window there’s a room
An untidy bedroom
A closed bathroom
A classy lobby
A busy kitchen
A tense meeting room
Behind the window there’s a life
A messy life
An ordinary life
A perfect life
A hard life
A fraud life
Behind the window there’s a face
A curious face
A lonely face
A smiling face
A tired face
A bored face
Behind the window there’s a story
A funny accident
A sad moment
A happy picture
A meaningless fight
A dull living
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Cat and The Apple Tree
A house in the garden
Un-robed compound
Dried leaves stretched out
Under an apple tree
Ripen apples fell down
And on the tree like bulbs
Being rotten lied on the floor
Making a quite picture
Leaves fall one by one
Letting to be naked
Surrounding nature gets ready
To warm up the winter
Through a side opened window
An old cat was sitting on the sill
Saying something to ins and outs
On one cannot understand
Postman comes and puts into the box
On one comes to open it
A rain with a rough wind last night
Ruined the apple tree
poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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March Mornings
It sings to me
- the tree, the window tree.
Its leaves open as melodies
to the sheen of Spring.
It speaks to me
its words of green,
says now is the time
for everything.
It fills my dreams
with hopes and things,
making me believe
in what is yet to be.
The tree, the window tree,
brings the birds to me.
Songs come fluttering,
sliding on sun beams.
It dances the breeze,
smiles for me
on mornings like these
- absolutely free.
It sings to me
- the tree, the sweetgum tree.
Its leaves open as memories,
like love to me.
poem by W.I. Stoneberger
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Window Dreamin
Lookin out by my window,
Thinking bout you all the time,
Wish you were here with me
Right here by my side,
cause Im window, window dreamin
cause Im window, window dreamin
Every time I find myself on the road
Miss you holdin me tight
Flop down in my easy chair,
Makes me feel alright
cause Im window, window dreamin
cause Im window, window dreamin
(bridge)
Gigs are fun, when theyre done,
Feel so down, act like a clown,
Companys great, but when its late,
Im lookin for the phone
I feel so alone--so alone
Knowin the way we both feel,
O know youre always gonna be my friend
Dig, your face, lord, its real
Someday Im never gonna go again,
cause Im window, window dreamin
cause Im window, window dreamin
(bridge)
Gigs are fun, when theyre done,
Feel so down, act like a clown,
Companys great, but when its late,
Im lookin for the phone
I feel so alone--
So all alone
song performed by by Chicago
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Sunday Kind Of Love
I want a sunday kind of love.
A love to last, past saturday night.
Id like to know its more than love at first sight.
I want a sunday kind of love.
And I want a, a love thats on the square.
Cant seem to find somebody, someone to care.
And Im on a lonely road that leads to nowhere.
I need a sunday kind of love.
I do all my sunday dreaming, and all my scheming.
Every minute, every hour, every day
And Im hoping to discover a certain kind of
Lover who will show me the way.
And my arms need someone to enfold
To keep me warm when mondays and tuesdays grow
Cold. and I need a love for all my life to have
And to hold.
I want a sunday kind of love.
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Naked On My Bed
She is sleeping beautifully naked on my bed,
So there is no conspiracy about her!
For fifty horsemen can't take her away from me,
And the north window is wide opened to give here fresh air.
She's all that i have and i am ever ready to defend her,
For the south window is also opened to give her fresh air;
And like the muse of her naked beauty on my bed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Two Grey Rooms
Tomorrow is sunday
Now theres only one day left to go
Till you walk by
Below my window
The weekends drive me mad
Holidays are oh too sad
cause you dont go
Below my window
No one knows Im here
One day I just disappeared
And I took these two grey rooms up here
With a view
When you walk by
Below my window
You look so youthful
Time has been untruthful
Heaven knows I loved you
30 years ago
Hot days your shirts undone
Rainy days you run
Oh and then you fade so fast
Below my window
No one knows Im here
One day I just disappeared
And I took these two grey rooms up here
With a view
Only when you walk by
Below my window
When you walk by
Below my window
Below my window
Hey hey
Below my window
Below my window
Below my window
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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I Remember The Mimicking Bird
it is perching on a branch of a tree in front of our house
facing me
this hottest day of the year
when all the leaves are falling
like an inevitable misfortune
i open the window and it does not fly away
i whistle
it whistles too
i sing a song it sings the same song as mine
i hum, it hums too
it is mocking me
but i like it that way
i don't consider it my enemy
not even a flattery
perhaps a compliment
to my dissent.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rear Window
In our window frame of time -
Could we possibly wax romantic scenes?
Complete with a crisp evening air, and stars above -
And much later, bedroom- consumated schemes?
Once we arrive at our destination -
Will there be Rose Petals adorning the floor?
And, perhaps lavender scented candles?
Setting the mood for: AMORE!
And as we sip, our aged red wine -
With Frank Sinatra, in the background -
Singing in a way, only he can show -
Will you 'Take My Hand', my darling?
And lead me, to places unknown?
With the morn's arrival -
In our window frame of time -
The Moon, all but waning -
Even though, i know, that you are mine -
I lean over and kiss your lips -
So luscious and heated still -
Knowing that there will be more, Amore -
In our window frame of time-
The Moon, it 'twil wax again, to our fill! ! !
poem by Theodora Onken
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Outside My Picture Window
It has been said that there is a world outside my picture window and
Beyond the trees I see everyday and the sky, sometimes overcast and
Other days, when the sun rises early- I can see the sky and have often wondered if
There exists another world within our universe- I know that
There exists a world inside of my mind and
My pupils are the windows into which
People would look if I were to venture outward?
Beyond the sky, and beyond the sun-
Beyond that world inside my mind,
I would never know where there exists a place for me-
Last night outside of my window
I could see the stars- stars mean different things to different people as
Does the sun, the trees and this whole world outside-
The world inside my mind revolves about
The sun that shines upon my own horizon and
As for this world outside, all I can do is look- and to
See a tree, perhaps a single cloud and the grass that grows-
I have shut my mind to the people who live beyond
The trees, clouds and the grass that I can see-
That window opens to the world inside of my thoughts-
I have just shut and pulled the curtain to discourage all intruders-
I am lying by my window in total darkness now as I place my hand over my eyes,
Shutting out reality and now I can see mountains, flowering trees and
A creek flowing in which I can see my reflection and
I am running upon the grass that grows beneath my feet-
I believe I heard music playing inside the fortress of my mind-
It has been said there is a world outside and I have pulled the curtain
To the window once opened to veracity-
Darkness has never looked as beautiful as I am safe here in my solitude-
Even when the stars are shining and the sky is such a magnificent sight to see-
No place is as exquisite as the creek that runs through my inner space and
The sun inside the world of my thoughts that shines upon my horizon?
The stars are far away and all that is real, though just outside my picture window
I perceive as too far away for me to reach- I would touch the stars and I could be a dove
That can lift my wings and fly away from all that threatens, but only inside my dreams-
Children sing songs and read fairy tales and they believe and I believe that
The sun shines light upon their worlds and
Someday their dreams shall blossom as has mine and shall become their homes-
Home is the safe place inside a person's mind, not within the madding crowd that
Exists outside my picture window- even if the stars are always there- and
That unique and special sun shall just keep on shining upon the world of my dreams….
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Dear wife
I work so hard
I have no time for supper, breakfast, and dinner
Got a cracker and a noodle
A little solid a little hot liquid Are enough since I need a lot of time
Before my computer And this is non-stop working for the whole day
My cell phone is on silent mode and I cannot open it
I work the whole day, concentrated and straight It is eleven o’clock in the evening I arrive in the house and you say a lot of things I do not care anymore as I drag my dead tired body Towards the room and eyes half-closed I almost stepped upon your expensive porcelain vase
I lay on bed my shoes and sock still on my feet I did know anything since then Dead tired I am dead asleep.
If you are unhappy and do not like me
Find the man who is not tired, just leave me I am dead asleep.
i am just your loving husband, tomorrow i will still be your loving husband, yes tomorrow, even if you decided to go away.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Outside My Window - Sarah Buxton
Outside my window,
I see a redbird singin',
Sittin' on a wire,
Wish I knew what he's thinkin'.
Outside my window,
I see a couple kissin'.
Huggin and a-lovin',
Man, that's just what I've been missin'.
These days, when everything is crazy,
Some things are never, ever changin'.
(chorus)
You still need stars when you're wishin' at night,
A best friend to set you right,
A good laugh, a warm bath,
And a beautiful song you can sing along to.
Good news that'll make you cry,
All the little things that money can't buy,
No wars, no more,
Just a big rainbow
Outside my window.
La la la la la la.
Outside my window,
I see the bluest ocean,
Sails in the sunlight,
Rockin' in the sweetest motion.
Outside my window,
I hear the church bells ringin',
Nobody fightin',
Over what hymn they're singin'.
I know, I'm dreamin' like a child,
But some things just don't go out of style, like:
(chorus)
La la la la la la.
(Outside my window.)
La la la la la la.
Outside my window,
I see a flag that's wavin',
Hands joined together,
Everybody's celebrating. (Yeah!)
La la la la la la.
Outside my window.
La la la la la la.
Everybody look outside my window.
(chorus)
La la la la la la.
(Outside my window.)
La la la la la la.
(Outside my window.)
La la la la la la.
(Outside my window.)
La la la la la la.
(Everybody look outside my window.)
La la la la la la.
(Live...live.)
La la la la la la.
Oh, oh.
(Outside, outside.)
La la la la la la.
(Live...live.)
La la la la la la.
(Outside my window.)
La la la la la la.
(Live...live.)
(Outside, outside.)
(Outside my window.)
La la la la la la.
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Flies and Humans
I sat in my bedroom
watching as two flies
repeatedly flung themselves
at the window
trying to get outside.
Of course
they do not understand
the concept of glass.
They keep trying
and I keep watching.
Then I thought,
maybe they are safer in here
behind these walls.
Yes, they are.
I resigned myself
from this contemplation
and decided
to let them stay.
Then another part of me emerged
and thought:
This fly is going to
die eventually
in fact, very soon.
I think it
would rather die
flying limitlessly
through fresh air
into the sun
into the wind
out of here.
And although
its existence
is futile
it will die
doing exactly
what it should be
in exactly
the right place.
So I open the window
and they fly out to freedom,
to die.
And then I sat realizing
Those flies are a lot like us humans
only they have the courage
and the drive
to fly.
We just keep
flinging ourselves
at the window
even though
we know exactly
how to open it.
poem by Vanessa Grixti
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Sunday Morning
Maurice white, sheldon reynolds & allee willis
Intro chorus:
Ooh, sunday morning
You;re gonna find my love shining on you
Oh, Im waiting
And my heart is anticipating
Your face
On my pillow
Feel sunshine pouring through the window
Like the grapes on the vine
Love gets sweeter with time
You were made to love
Chorus:
Ooh, sunday morning (Ill see you sunday morning)
Ooh, sunday morning
Its like the best of everything falling on you
Your eyes
Shining on me
Youre the brightest star, that ever could be
Your kiss
Oh, Im so thankful
The love that we share, Im sincerely grateful
The wind blowin in the tree
Singing love songs to me
Singing you were made to love
Chorus:
Ooh, sunday morning (Ill see you sunday morning)
Youre gonna find my love shining on you
Ooh, sunday morning
Its like the best of everything falling on you
Ooh, sunday morning (Ill see you sunday morning)
When we shared sweet love like no other
Ooh, sunday morning
Like a summer day with your lover
Ooh sunday morning (Ill see you sunday morning)
When we shared sweet love like no other
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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O Janus
My knuckles crack at the places they fold
And between each joint swells a reddened blister
During the bleak winter month,
In January
When troubles swear allegiance
Stagnant in the hollows of the old naked birches
Webbing the bedroom window with shadow
The drawers hang open
Like mouths snoring in slumber
Drinking the stars’ blanket of glow
The clock’s arms are weighed down with lead
When the stretch of the night is before the peak
And spying over the window sill
Waits the last late evening snowfall
poem by Alyssa Rieper
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The Window of Heaven
The window of Heaven is open,
The angels can fly to and fro,
And those that I love can all gather,
And look down at Christmas below.
For Christmas is special in Heaven,
The love is so easy to see,
And down from the window at Christmas,
God sends a present to me.
'I will forever be with you,
Your side, I shall always be near,
And though you may not always see me,
In your heart I will always be there.
I will warm up your soul during Christmas,
My love is a fire burning bright,
Then my blanket of love will surround you,
And keep you all through the night.
On the brink of your Christmas morning,
I'll be the star at the top of the tree,
Shining my light on your teardrops,
You'll see a reflection of me.
Then as the gifts are all opened,
With the children encircling the hearth,
Look deep in their little faces,
Their kisses will be from my heart.
For the window of Heaven is open,
My love can pour out so free,
And those that I love can all gather,
And look up to Heaven at me.'
poem by Jean Penner
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