Take That Sack Off Your Back
Take that sack off your back.
And start tracking...
Your own path!
No need to set a trap.
That keeps you handicapped.
Take that sack off your back.
And start tracking...
Your own path!
No need to set a trap.
That keeps you handicapped.
You can,
Decide what to do.
You can,
Choose a route that suits.
You can,
Buckle up...
To a life you want so much.
You can,
Decide what to do.
You can,
Choose a route that suits.
You can,
Buckle up...
To a life you want so much.
Take that sack off your back.
And start tracking...
Your own path!
No need to set a trap.
That keeps you handicapped.
Oh you can,
Decide what to do.
You can,
Choose a route that suits.
Oh you can,
Buckle up...
To a life you want so much.
Just know that you can,
Buckle up...
To a life you want so much.
Take that sack off your back.
And start tracking...
Your own path!
No need to set a trap.
That keeps you handicapped.
Oh you can,
Decide what to do.
Oh you can,
Choose a route that suits.
Oh you can,
Buckle up...
To a life you want so much.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Best foot forward for M 'lady Wennie
Each road you take comes to a fork
and both new paths look much the same
To left, to right which one to walk.
Which of the two will win the game.
Unless you’re blessed with second sight
you will not know which path to choose.
An even chance you’ll get it right.
You must decide you can’t refuse.
You find it harder to decide
each time you’re forced to make a choice.
Perhaps the fates are on your side
and you will find cause to rejoice.
This is the only game in town
and everybody has to play.
Some will go up and some go down.
Along life’s path they make their way.
Don’t be afraid to walk alone
and choose the less well trodden path.
Your future must remain unknown
so step out bravely come what may.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My Life, My Colors
Elders hear me loud and clear
I have my rites, you hear
Many paths created
For me to choose from
I will decide which one
Liberated before conception
I am not weak, I have a voice
With all due respect wise Elders
I nearly let you waste, my life and his
Created with love
I have the rite, to love and be loved
To you dear elders
My path may seem grey
Only I will colour it
With colours I choose for my life
In short...
I choose to be who I am
I choose which risks I will take
I choose the colours to pave my path
My life is all about the liberated choices I will make
poem by Persian Khushi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Hawk And Buckle
Where is the landlord of old Hawk and Buckle,
And what of Master Straddler this hot summer weather?
He's along in the tap-room with broad cheeks a-chuckle,
And ten bold companions all drinking together.
Where is the daughter of old Hawk and Buckle,
And what of Mistress Jenny this hot summer weather?
She sits in the parlour with smell of honeysuckle,
Trimming her bonnet with red ostrich feather.
Where is the ostler of old Hawk and Buckle,
And what of Willy Jakeman this hot summer weather?
He is rubbing his eyes with a slow and lazy knuckle
As he wakes from his nap on a bank of fresh heather.
Where is the page boy of old Hawk and Buckle,
And what of our young Charlie this hot summer weather?
He is bobbing for tiddlers in a little trickle-truckle,
With his line and his hook and his breeches of leather.
Where is the grey goat of old Hawk and Buckle,
And what of pretty Nanny this hot summer weather?
She stays not contented with little or with muckle,
Straining for daisies at the end of her tether.
For this is our motto at old Hawk and Buckle,
We cling to it close and we sing all together,
'Every man for himself at our old Hawk and Buckle,
And devil take the hindmost this hot summer weather.'
poem by Robert Graves
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A story …nothing to say
Flying in the sky wasn't enough
I choose the path to have which was rough.
Dignity and pride moving along with me,
I was the brave one whom all want see.
Like the sky was not enough as much as I thought,
I choose the path but soon the path trouble me too.
Now I am helpless neither I am in sky nor in the path,
What could I do except to survive, cry or die.
Answer
Oh! Little fellow sorry to hear you
But your mouth is not the only mouth to listen,
And your ear is not that which only listen what you speak.
Can you tolerate all of them as you are,
nor in the sky and the path you choose.
I m sorry I can do nothing coz in sky difficult to fly,
In path difficult to survive.
Do what you like, return alone in the sky or choose the next path as you like.
But thing about those dam dignity and pride,
Which will kick you through out the life.
poem by Amar Ghimire
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Were Not Going Back
Do you remember the good old days?
An empty stomach and a tear-stained face
Do you remember how it used to be?
The walking dead in the factory
I wont talk because
Its not as it was
You dont want the sack
Then dont doff your cap
{we are not going back} dont back pedal down a broken track
{we are not going back} Im alright jack is an easy trap
{we are not going back} no more need for wearing all black
{we are not going back} Im alright jack is an easy trap
Do you remember the dail pain
Of walking arouhnd with a ball and chain?
Do you recall when it was hard buyt fair?
You got your share on a line of a prayer.
Please put in my box
Some money for socks
Dont turn back the clocks
Its not as it was
{we are not going back} dont back pedal down a broken track
{we are not going back} Im alright jack is an easy trap
{we are not going back} no more need for wearing all black
{we are not going back} Im alright jack is an easy trap
song performed by by Housemartins
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Refuse To Be Muted
Do choose.
And, select your steps.
Do choose.
Don't second guess to be a wreck.
Do choose.
Reach and see yourself the best.
Seek to want nothing else less...
Since there's no time to sit and rest,
With folded arms against your chest.
Do choose.
Don't pity pat your own back.
Do choose.
Decide to be better than that.
Do choose.
Unstrap from shackles that trap.
You are much more than that.
Put some heat under your feet...
Know your destiny is yours,
To meet and greet.
Do choose.
Don't pity pat your own back.
Know you're better than that!
Refused to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!
Do choose.
And, select your steps.
Do choose.
Don't second guess to be a wreck.
Do choose.
Reach and see yourself the best.
Seek to want nothing else less...
Since there's no time to sit and rest,
With folded arms against your chest.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted.
Do choose.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!
Do choose.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!
And, select your steps.
Reach and seek the best.
Do choose!
And refuse to be muted.
Confused and disputed,
To choose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Endless Journey
The journey we make in life is long and hard. This
journey which has its crossroads. . . when we get to them.
we have to decide on which road to take, what path to
make and what's down that road. This journey that we must make has many obstacles,
many detours, many signs. We see the signs, but never
heed its warnings, we see the detours in life, but seem
to stray the other way. Life is rough and so is this journey that we're making.
This journey we make has its trail of tears and its path
of happiness, the two never meeting. When finally, we choose our path, we must follow it to
the end, to the end of its road, which is our destiny in
life. That's when life begins.
poem by Anthony Taimanglo Taitano
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Lost
Along the highway of my life
I drive sans certainty
And though the air is filled with cloud
A dead end now I see
As I wanted to turn around
and take another route
At the rear view mirror made a glance,
viewed the curves and turns I took
I want to back track on my trail
But can't make out anything
The path I took was so unclear,
with much meanderings
For I have wandered aimlessly
From the start to the end
poem by Pacific Hernandez
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Destiny v.s Fate
Down the road of destiny
you see your future life
you see your future children
and you see your future wife
Walking down your path of fate
you lose grasp of all your dreams
you cant find your accomplishments
you lose site of everything
Which path to take, you cant decide
but now you have to choose
on one its what you gain that counts
and the other its what you lose
You must pick now, your time is up
which road will you now take?
maybe the path of destiny
or even the path of fate.
Life or death.......which matters most
you should've thought before,
before you decided to get drunk
and you drove down to the store.
You knew that it was comming
your mom said dont drink and drive
maybe you should've listened
and you might still be alive.
poem by Crystal Johnson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Quaternion
Fix belt tip under books on table top
While holding buckle level, step away
Rotate the buckle once; two pi nonstop
A twist results which looping won't unplay.
Restart and rotate buckle four times pi
And now by looping belt round buckle end
The twists are cleared, exhibiting to eye
Zen essence of rotation; comprehend?
Never mind.
October sixteenth, eighteen forty-three,
beside the Royal Canal of Dublin town,
Will Hamilton glimpsed spatial clarity,
as view from fourth dimension looking down.
For multiplying triples, fly one higher,
by summing in a more capacious zone,
‘A circuit closed and spark flashed' to inspire
famed maths graffiti carved in Broome Bridge stone.
i^=j^=k^= ijk = -1
poem by Diane Hine
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Choose
A blade held in one hand
A pen held in the other
Now I must decide
I must choose one or another
A gund sits in my left hand
A phone lies in the right
Should I try to ask for help
Or just give up the fight
One path cloaked in darkness
One is bright with life
Do I choose the easy one
Or continue through the strife
Some say we are nothing more
Than the choices that we make
That where we are going
Comes from the steps we take
Peolpe cry out for advise
Untill they lose their voice
They are all wasting their breath
It comes down to their choice
I have come across that point
I'm panting scarce of breath
Now I must make up my mind
Do I choose Life or Death?
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What are we? what can we become?
We can be just snails if we want to,
But we can be sparrows too,
We must choose, we cannot just be silent
& undecided
Forever,
If we choose to be snails
Then we will know what we want
We want a river and some palms
To plan our slow travels,
If we choose to be sparrows then
We at least know what to do next,
We shall grow beaks, and wings, and
Soon we need the sharp claws too
To defend ourselves
At least we also know what we need,
Just nests to lay our small eggs,
Twigs of trees to rest upon
Our weary bodies,
We choose what we are
To become what we can be,
We start on that decision, and then
We will see what suits us
To be the best from the rest,
Who still ask
What are we? what can we become?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
66
What are we? what can we become?
We can be just snails if we want to,
But we can be sparrows too,
We must choose, we cannot just be silent
& undecided
Forever,
If we choose to be snails
Then we will know what we want
We want a river and some palms
To plan our slow travels,
If we choose to be sparrows then
We at least know what to do next,
We shall grow beaks, and wings, and
Soon we need the sharp claws too
To defend ourselves
At least we also know what we need,
Just nests to lay our small eggs,
Twigs of trees to rest upon
Our weary bodies,
We choose what we are
To become what we can be,
We start on that decision, and then
We will see what suits us
To be the best from the rest,
Who still ask
What are we? what can we become?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
With Determination
Decide you are deserving,
To whip some excitement up...
In your life.
Just a notch or two for you will do it.
And with determination,
You may enjoy your 'trip'.
Something don that is unscripted.
And off that beaten path a bit.
Don't sew any crops to leave to dust,
Untouched.
Choose to make a move,
You would not normally do.
Choose to prove you can make that move.
Prove...
To yourself,
Restricted limitations you can break through!
Decide you are deserving,
To whip some excitement up...
In your life.
Just a notch or two for you will do it.
And,
With determination...
You may enjoy your 'trip'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Whom We Touch!
we choose whom we touch,
and whom we let touch us.
with our own feet,
we walk the path.
we choose the path,
and how far we go.
we trip ourselves,
and get back up.
we are the faith,
and the answer to it.
we own the scars,
the defeats and victories.
we are what we are,
because we choose.
in the final end,
we have no one else to blame!
poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: On Early Decision-making
In Life, decide one must some day, some way;
Indecisions don't help you forward march;
And better late than never too, some may;
Procrastination is man’s rival arch.
Decide one must in everything, some day,
To plough the field and sow the seeds aright;
For Time and Tide await no man, they say;
So, plan thy work whether by day or night.
Yet, start, one must the job assigned to you;
Unless you start, you never reach your goal;
And having started, duty one must do;
For otherwise, you never know your role.
Decide one must whether it be good/bad;
Let failures come but never become sad.
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Am I a Heretic?
Abide with me fast falls the eventide.
My boredom deepens momentarily.
There must be more to life than the T.V
I sometimes watch but I choose carefully
The darkness deepens lord abide with me.
Boredom remains the ancient enemy
I have to choose so therefore I decide
Only to watch what I want to see.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee.
Then and only then do I watch T.V.
Most programmes offered don’t appeal to me
I can go without watching very easily.
Help of the helpless oh abide with me.
Books are my salvation as they ought to be
I have a collection of fine poetry
I can choose what suits my mood easily.
Wednesday,31 March 2010
http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Cancer For The Cure
The kids are diggin up a brand new hole
Where they put their deadbeat mom
Grandpas happy watching video porn
With the closed caption on
And father knows best
About suicide and smack
Well, hee hee hee
Cancer for the cure
Cancer for the cure
Buckle up and endure now baby
Cancer for the cure
ol blue eyes is back again
But he was never here in the first place
A heart attack may be something to fear
But take a look out back
cause courtney needs love
And so do i
Well, hee hee hee
Cancer for the cure
Cancer for the cure
Buckle upand endure now sweet thing
The cancer for the cure
song performed by by Eels
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Free To Decide
Its not worth anything more than this at all
I live as I choose or I will not live at all
So return to where youve come from
Return to where you dwell
Because harassments not my forte
But you do it very well
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)
You must have nothing more with your mind to do
Theres a war in russia and sarejevo, too
So to hell with want youre thinking
And to hell with your narrow mind
Youre so distracted from the real thing
You should leave your life behind (behind)
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)
At all, at all, at all
song performed by by Cranberries
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Tracking Down A Runaway
Call out the dogs and the National Guard.
My baby got away and I'm taking it hard.
I slipped the border and I jumped the train,
I'll do anything to get her back again.
Tracking down a runaway, down a runaway,
Down a runaway, I'm following the trail of broken hearts.
Who's that sneaking like an alley cat,
I've got the jump on you baby, can't do me like that,
I'm a love hound honey and I've got your scent,
I'm a wild crazy dog and I'm hell bent.
Tracking down a runaway, down a runaway,
Down a runaway, I'm following the trail of broken hearts.
No where to run, yeah, nowhere to hide,
No where to run, nowhere to hide, to hide, yeah, hey.
Well the midnight stars in the midnight sky,
They look down on me and they wonder why,
She may get far but she won't get away, huh,
I'm gonna run her to the ground every night and day.
Tracking down a runaway, tracking down a runaway,
Down a runaway, I'm following the trail of broken hearts.
Tracking down a runaway, down a runaway, yeah,
Down a runaway, yeah, yeah, down a runaway.
Look out baby, groove baby.
I see you baby, you won't get far, I got you on my mind,
I'm on your trail baby and love on my mind.
I'm tracking down a runaway, tracking down a runaway,
Down a runaway, following the trail of broken hearts.
song performed by by Bad Company
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!