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Midnight Fast Approaches

You may want to avoid those twilight years,
To gain any lingering compliments that may come.
But I will say this...
If you can remember 'anything' that occured in the '30's?
Midnight fast approaches.
And the dog only barks at you,
When you are 'not' wearing makeup!
And you've had him for fifteen years!
Even the postman has requested we display
A 'Beware' sign in the yard on Wednesdays...
His day off!
Honey,
I am not being sarcastic.
You do not need 'another' facelift!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Midnight

They put away the DDT now
But gave metal to the sea
A hundred years can't wait
A hundred years can't wait another day
The only eagle, only tree
Within a desert that was green
A hundred years can't wait
A hundred years can't wait another day
Midnight
Draws ever near
Daylight
Is fading so fast
It's so close to midnight
Midnight
The melting ice will fuel the sea
By burning gold from ancient tree
A hundred years can't wait
A hundred years can't wait another day
This is progress, this is sin
Injecting poison in her skin
A hundred years can't wait
A hundred years can't wait another day
Midnight
Draws ever near
Daylight
Is fading so fast
It's so close to midnight
Midnight

song performed by by Asia
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Always Remember

always remember that when
a fake dog
takes a poise on your sofa
at the middle of your
living room
or your study

try looking
try listening carefully

it never barks.
it is your silly puppy without a mommy
that barks

in the mirror. barking at its image
waggling its tail

the fake ones
do not bark, remember that, and i know that you know
that i know about this plasticity
between us.

it is you that barks
almost every morning when i begin to write a poem
and all the while for years and years
i have always been silent.

that is the difference between us.
and let me tell the obvious. do not be hurt.

i am fake and you are true.you are angry and i never was once.
you breathe. i don't anymore.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Missing Finger

You left us with ten fingers and,
Came back with nine fingers;
What really went wrong?
Fifteen years away from home,
We are yet to know what really went wrong;
Fifteen years away to make some money,
What really went wrong with your missing finger?
You made enough money and thought that,
You were richer than the President;
Today, you've returned home poorer than before!

There is time for everything,
A time to gain and a time to lose;
What really went wrong?
From a flight to your plight,
Who will help you now?
Fifteen years awayto make some money,
But today you can't even eat well at home;
From a flight to your plight,
Today you can't even sleep well at home;
Fifteen years away to make some money,
The very colours of the rainbow with a view;
You left us with ten fingers and,
Came back home with nine fingers;
What really went wrong?

From a flight to your plight,
Fifteen years away to make some money;
From the land of red, gold and green! !
From a flight to a plight,
It's all part of a lesson;
You are now at home at last.

The President was at the stadium but,
Where were you?
It is better to be humble than to boast.
Flight, sight, might, bright, tight, light;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Bite, kite, height, fight, eight, plight;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Quiet, rite, white, night, site, write;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Today, the President is better off than you.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Well-wisher offered me a Bicycle!

Dear Friends,
My tumbledown car
Ran to the junk yard!
And a Well-wisher
Offered me a Bicycle!
I start my journey again
Along the gravel roads.
And I changed my resume.
Please do not laugh
And I have submitted my humble application
For the post of Postman with my bike.
That may go to the History
An old Postman with a Bicycle in America!
And I promise you all to deliver New Year greetings
Without any delay,
If everything goes smoothly!

* To the desolated Lion in my dream that requested a poem.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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You Are As Old As I 'Is

You're trying to clutch onto time,
Like you are smuggling family heirlooms.
Better give that notion up!
The only thing that seems not to age,
Is your hair that you dye platinum today...
And next week it might be chestnut!
And makeup can not disguise...
You have not seen twenty-five,
In at least fifteen years.
Give or take a few Christmas seasons beyond that!
When a blind man can detect your age...
He can tell you've been around,
For many many years.
He knows there's more rings around you...
Than some trees you have outlived!
There's no need to break down in tears.
People can see you're 'not' my grand-daughter!
You appear like me...
Good!
However...
You are as old as I 'is'!
So take that mud off your face!
I'm tired of shoveling up this place.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Dad

Do you remember me
On some silent night
Perhaps when the snow falls
In the middle of June

Where you are now
I just can't tell
Did you get my letter
Did I miss your call

Your birthday passed many times
Since you left
It's now fifteen years

I've seen the sun rise
I've seen the rain dry
By now your hearts healed
While mine has died

For the longest time
I wondered what might have been
Had I been givin' the chance
I've seen the dream
Played out in my mind

I'm wearing black
While you're wearing white
And slowly we get lost
In the basement
drinking our last case

But as with most dreams
they never come true
I know this
For mine was hearing
for once
I
love
you

poem by Matt Mondschein
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Smokin' The Hive (feat. Clint Eastwood)

I was ten years old on my grandpa's farm when it happened
After all these years i can still hear grandpa laughin'
As he applied that barnyard remedy
He passed his wisdom down to me
You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
I remember my first crush was on the preacher's daughter
We were smoochin' on the front porch swing that night when he caught her
We weren't expectin' him home until quarter past ten
When the good Lord taught me that lesson again
You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
You don't point your pistol before you check each chamber
And you don't drink no you don't drink when you drive
It's just ordinary common sense to avoid that danger
You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
She rolled into town with rodeo,she was a beauty
And that cowboy saw you wink at her,she was a cutie
The sound of jinglin' spurs caught me dead on a run
He was fit to be tied and you were under the gun
You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
Chorus.
No,you don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
You're gonna get stung boy

song performed by by Randy Travis
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Give me a Sign

The whole world has been brought to its knees, and I still have these nervous shakes.
Don’t be fooled you push me too far and I will kill you, no matter what it takes.

Leave me alone, then pull me closer then ever before because I’m insane.
I lost my mind to you two years ago, do something to rid me of this pain.

We burned through the summer so fast. I wish each of those days were years.
No matter how strong I will you back, this emptiness still brings me to tears.

Was all of my love a waste? Because I can’t command it back into my heart.
Help me I scream at anyone passing by, or finish me and completely rip me apart.

I’m barely hanging on, nothing to hope for, no light waiting for me on the distant shore.
Your long brown hair and eyes gave me inspiration you still are the only one I adore.

Now this music is playing in my head, give me a sign, just give me a sign.
Do something, do anything, but give me a sign that shows me you’re still mine!

poem by Midnight Writer
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The reason is that for many years I have avoided reading anything whatsoever that approaches my own line of country, out of a somewhat fanatical desire to avoid the risk of unconscious imitation.

quote by Leslie Charteris
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Smokin The Hive

I was ten years old on my grandpas farm when it happened
After all these years I can still hear grandpa laughin
As he applied that barnyard remedy
He passed his wisdom down to me
You dont reach for the honey without smokin the hive
I remember my first crush was on the preachers daughter
We were smoochin on the front porch swing that night when he caught her
We werent expectin him home until quarter past ten
When the good lord taught me that lesson again
You dont reach for the honey without smokin the hive
You dont point your pistol before you check each chamber
And you dont drink no you dont drink when you drive
Its just ordinary common sense to avoid that danger
You dont reach for the honey without smokin the hive
She rolled into town with rodeo,she was a beauty
And that cowboy saw you wink at her,she was a cutie
The sound of jinglin spurs caught me dead on a run
He was fit to be tied and you were under the gun
You dont reach for the honey without smokin the hive
Chorus.
No,you dont reach for the honey without smokin the hive
Youre gonna get stung boy

song performed by by Randy Travis
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Steps Backwards

Thanks to all for watching me
and for the compliments, dealt dutif'ly
I am simply stunned to know
so many really watched the show
But even though it went so well
we were loved by all around
The more you all will build me up
myself, I will tear down
No, I don't cry at night no more
nor do I dream of fears
Old habits, evil, are seeping through
as I remember previous years

Love may seem to be going well
Looking in from the outside
but I don't focus as is normal for me
and addiction is coming back to get the best of me
You see since I first fell I always will fall easily
But loss has changed the way things work inside of me
so I begin to resort back to those ways
to go back to what always felt good
and avoid strange new feelings he wants to give to me
I eat in ratios of loss and gain
I write more words, no two the same
I pull out hair, and enjoy the pain
I steal some wine, it calls my name
I need a fresh cut on my wrist
to remind me of the pain within
to tell me that, you know this is it
You either make it or you don't.
It's all my fault I'm on my own,
For I've grown so used to being alone.

poem by D.M.L. Catseye
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Ch 07 On The Effects Of Education Story 11

When I was a child I asked an illustrious man about puberty. He replied: ‘It is recorded in books that it has three signs. First, the age of fifteen years; secondly nocturnal pollutions; and thirdly, sprouting of hair on the pudenda; but in reality there is only one sign which is sufficient that thou shouldst seek the approbation of the most high and glorious rather than to be in the bondage of sensual pleasures; and whoever does not entertain this disposition is by erudite men considered not to have attained puberty.’

The form of man was attained by a drop of water
Which remained forty days in the womb.
If in forty years it has not attained sense and propriety
It can in reality not be called a man.
Virility consists in liberality and amiableness.
Think not that it is only in the material figure.
Virtue is necessary because the form may be painted
In halls with vermilion or verdigris.
If a man possesses not excellence and goodness
What is the difference between him and a picture on the wall?
It is no virtue to gain the whole world.
Gain the heart of one person if thou canst.

poem by Sa di
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On the March

So the time seems come at last,
And the drums go rolling past,
And above them in the sunlight Labour's banners float and flow;
They are marching with the sun,
But I look in vain for one
Of the men who fought for freedom more than fifteen years ago.

They were men who did the work
Out at Blackall, Hay, and Bourke –
They were men who fought the battle that the world shall never know;
And they vanished one by one
When their bitter task was done –
Men who worked and wrote for freedom more than fifteen years ago.

Some are scattered, some are dead,
By the shanty and the shed,
In the lignum and the mulga, by the river running low;
And I often wish in vain
I could call them back again –
Mates of mine who fought for freedom more than fifteen years ago.

From the country of their birth
Some have sailed and proved their worth;
Some have died on distant deserts, some have perished in the snow.
Some are gloomy, bitter men,
And I meet them now and then –
Men who'd give their lives for Labour more than fifteen years ago.

Oh, the drums come back to me,
And they beat for victory,
But my heart is scarcely quickened, and I never feel the glow;
For I've learnt the world since then,
And the hopelessness of men,
And the fire it burnt too fiercely more than fifteen years ago.

Lucky you who still are young,
When the rebel war-hymn's sung,
And the sons of slaves are marching with their faces all aglow,
When the revolution comes
And the blood is on the drums –
Oh! I wish the storm had found me more than fifteen years ago!

Bear the olden banner still!
Let the nations fight who will!
'Tis the flag of generations – the flag that all the peoples know;
And they'll bear it, brave and red,
Over ancient rebel dead,
In the future to the finish as a thousand years ago!

poem by Henry Lawson
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Twenty Years And Two Husbands Ago

Lookin' in the bathroom mirror puttin' my makeup on
Maybelline can't hide the lines of time that's gone
I weighed 105 soakin' wet, I'd knock 'em dead in that sun dress
Had it all just too young to know,
That was twenty years and, two husbands ago
I remember when he took my hand and said "I do"
And the kitchen I was standing in, when he said "I'm through"
And I swore I'd never fall back in, put my heart through that again
Never let somebody get that close
But that was twenty years and, two husbands ago
Water under the bridge
I guess that's all life really is, that's just the way it is
Driving the kids to school today, it occurred to me
With all the wrong turns I've made,
I'm where I should be
But I go back there from time to time
Lookin' for that peace of mind,
And find it's always just a dead-end road
Yeah that was twenty years and, two husbands ago
Water under the bridge
I guess that's all life really is, that's just the way it is
Lookin' in the bathroom mirror puttin' my makeup on

song performed by by Lee Ann Womack
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Two Beds And a Coffee Machine

and she takes another step
slowly she opens the door
check that he is sleeping
pick up all the broken glass
and furniture on the floor
been up half the night screaming
now it's time to get away
pack up the kids in the car
another bruise to try and hide
another alibi to write
another ditch in the road
you keep moving
another stop sign
you keep moving on
and the years go by so fast
wonder how I ever made it through

and there are children to think of
baby's asleep in the back seat
wonder how they'll ever make it
through this living nightmare
but the mind is an amazing thing
full of candy dreams and new toys
and another cheap hotel
two beds and a coffee machine
but there are groceries to buy
and she knows she'll have to go home

another ditch in the road
you keep moving
another stop sign
you keep moving on
and the years go by so fast
wonder how I ever made it through

another bruise to try and hide
another alibi to write
another lonely highway in the black of night
there's hope in the darkness
I know you're gonna make it

another ditch in the road
keep moving
another stop sign
you keep moving on
and the years go by so fast
silent fortress built to last
wonder how I ever made it

song performed by by Savage Garden from Affirmation
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A moment missed

Remember when I asked you out?
And how you shed a tear.
Remember how I told you.
That I'd stay for all those years.

Remember our first kiss?
Under a moonlit sky.
Remember the fireworks.
That shone in your eyes.