There Is Nothing Here to Keep You
There is nothing here to keep you.
Nothing I do to sustain your interest.
In the beginning it was new.
But now you are familiar.
And accustomed to it too.
There is nothing here to keep you.
There is nothing here to keep you.
And I know that's true!
Since now what is done,
Seems to agitate you before I am through.
And I remember impressing you,
With the little things I use to do.
But there is nothing here to keep you.
Have we spent too many yesterdays together?
Too many Sunsets and far too few dawns.
Have I slept through the process,
Of trying to do my best.
And all you wanted from me,
Was a shoulder to lean on.
And I was unaware...
Thinking of myself with you there but uncaring?
Is that the reason why you would sometimes stare?
There is nothing here to keep you.
Nothing I do to sustain your interest.
In the beginning it was new.
But now you are familiar.
And accustomed to it too.
There is nothing here to keep you.
There is nothing here to keep you.
And I know that's true!
Since now what is done,
Seems to agitate you before I am through.
And I remember impressing you,
With the little things I use to do.
But there is nothing here to keep you.
And even if I could...
You would still think I thought it was all about me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That is what I define as a novel: something that has a beginning, a middle and an end, with characters and a plot that sustain interest from the first sentence to the last. But that is not what I do at all.
quote by Guillermo Cabrera Infante
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The Slipping of Meet Notes
Accustomed to lies.
What does the truth really mean?
Accustomed to lies laying low on the scene!
Accustomed to tell them...
And protect when told.
Accustomed to lies,
Whether fresh released or old held on hold!
Accustomed to lies...
Without a bat of an eyelash moving!
Accustomed to lies.
Dishonesty is accepted and shown.
At the work place
Where the slipping of meet notes,
Does not provoke disdain.
Accustomed to lies...
And that's how our lives remain!
In heated sex away from home!
Regardless of who spies on another,
Both buffer their suffering by what's condoned.
Accustomed to lies...
And what is taught is always known!
Accustomed to lies.
Accustomed to holding on to them,
Until time flys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Remember You
I remember you
I remember me
I remember
I remember how things used to be
I remember every word that you said
I remember, how could I forget
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember you
I remember your old address
And I remember
How could I forget
I remember thinking how my luck changed
I remember being so amazed
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember you
I remember me
I remember
The way things used to be
I remember how it was that we met
I remember, I will never forget
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember, I remember you
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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A Graduation Day Poem(Acrostic)
Happy Graduation Day to you!
At last you've completed this journey.
Preparing for a long time you've
Pursued what you've dreamed for and now
You are going on your way up
Greater things are waiting for you and
Really you are on your way now
And there's a more in the future for you to do and your
Dad and your mom must be very proud of you
Use your talents well and be the best you can be, remember
All that you have done to get where you're now
This is not the end but it's just the beginning for you so
Inspire others you meet on your way out to do the same and
Open the door of your heart and
Never quit dreaming but hold on tight to your hopes 'cause
Day after day there are more things to do and learn
And remember to be honest and true to you because...
You can make all your dreams come true one day too
Happy Graduation Day to you!
August 23,2009
poem by Dorian Petersen Potter
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It Implies Not Looking Back
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
So many have been comforted,
By schedules made and keeping set dates.
With a scratching off from a menu decided,
To replace or hesitate to eventually procrastinate.
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
Even Mother Nature comes to assist with this movement.
With a shifting of Earth and turbulent winds.
Spinning storms called hurricanes,
From the shores of Africa that begin...
In vast waters referred to as the Atlantic Ocean.
And still there are those demanding entitlements,
With preferences prayed in a daily devotion.
As if they have rights to insist a life liked to live.
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
But...
Unfortunate are those who believe,
A moving back in time...
Is a choice to make as to who will lead,
Them away from truth...
To produce more delusions and fantasies!
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
And leaving behind many detached,
Who will never become attached to reality.
Moving forward is the change everyone will believe in,
Whether to embrace, accept or not.
We live to experience, grow to then distance,
From aged beliefs to advance to other adventures.
With a wisdom kept to keep to be reminisced but not lived,
Repeatedly to comfort our insecurities.
'I hate change.'
Me too.
I wish I had more dollars.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accustomed
Sometimes we see things
day in and day out
that we get so accustomed
to them always being there,
that when they go missing
we still think they are there.
It is only when something else happens,
that we suddenly realise,
that it is not there,
leaving us scratching our heads
wondering where and when
it had disappeared.
Our brain gets accustomed to seeing things
and it takes a while for it to register
when some things have gone.
poem by David Harris
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Agitate! Agitate! Ought to be the motto of every reformer. Agitation is the opposite of stagnation - the one is life, the other death.
quote by Ernestine L. Rose
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In The Harbour: Auf Wiedersehen
Until we meet again! That is the meaning
Of the familiar words, that men repeat
At parting in the street.
Ah yes, till then! but when death intervening
Rends us asunder, with what ceaseless pain
We wait for the Again!
The friends who leave us do not feel the sorrow
Of parting, as we feel it, who must stay
Lamenting day by day,
And knowing, when we wake upon the morrow,
We shall not find in its accustomed place
The one beloved face.
It were a double grief, if the departed,
Being released from earth, should still retain
A sense of earthly pain;
It were a double grief, if the true-hearted,
Who loved us here, should on the farther shore
Remember us no more.
Believing, in the midst of our afflictions,
That death is a beginning, not an end,
We cry to them, and send
Farewells, that better might be called predictions,
Being fore-shadowings of the future, thrown
Into the vast Unknown.
Faith overleaps the confines of our reason,
And if by faith, as in old times was said,
Women received their dead
Raised up to life, then only for a season
Our partings are, nor shall we wait in vain
Until we meet again!
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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A True Man
True, what is true?
Who is a true man?
Is a true man perfect?
No, a true man is not always perfect
Although yes, he is someone who always gives his best
In impressing and satisfying the woman, he loves the most
A true man, has weaknesses also
He is true because he loves the same lady, again and again
Differently and purely.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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The End
The end of anything comes rather easy,
Time is not like a clock, time is freaky.
The sun does not come and go,
The moon does not come and go.
I doubt of the true shape of the sun,
Thinking about eternity is not fun,
And the moon and the earth are not round;
They are shapeless. We are bound
To fail exponentially and to succeed moderately.
Time never leaves, time is funny,
Unlike the clock, it follows a straight line,
Never stops, never breaks and is always fine.
Death is the end of the retirement,
It is the beginning of a new testament.
The end of something is the beginning of another,
Should we remember how many times
That the child has been a sophomore, a senior?
At birth, we were reminded by countless chimes
Of life, that there is an end to everything,
And there is always a new beginning.
The constant ending of matters sends the wrong message,
Always remember that life is a passage.
We move on from one state to another,
It is mind-boggling that we’re always thinking about the future.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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The Distance
Do you remember?
Do you remember?
Do you remember
How you were gonna stay free?
But they had plans for you
And things to do
The same thing goes for me
Well well I never
Saw it coming to me
But when I turned around
To look at you
It was all that I could do
To see the distance
Everybody wants to run
And I'm no different
Feeling like the only one
In the beginning
Everything was so close
And it seemed that everywhere you go
Everybody knows
You don't remember
What you wanted to be
Well they went round the class
And you were last
The clock was fast
So no one asked
To see the distance
Everybody wants to run
And I'm no different
Feeling like the only one
Well how long can you run?
How far and what for?
How far will you run
To get whatever you're after
Year after year after year
Well I've been looking
But I still can't see
How we get from a to b to c
And feel like we should be
Well I've been running
But I've been running around
Now there's nothing left for me to do
But sit around and see the view
And see the distance
Everybody wants to run
And I'm no different
Feeling like the only one
Do you remember?
Do you remember?
Do you remember?
song performed by by Travis
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I Remember...
I Remember having talks with You
I Remember staying up for hours
I Remember walks with You
I Remember dinner dates and flowers
I Remember doing the things We used to do
I Remember having My arms around You
I Remember the day I found You
I Remember You...Could make My dreams come true
poem by Hugh Kilbride
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Its over
The things I feel most deeply
Are the hardest things to say
I know I’ll always love you
In a very special way
There’s a place in my heart
That’s kept for you alone
My one and only true true love
Let our love live on and on
Remember how you held me close
And our first tender kiss
Remember that I love you still
And our love I’ll really miss
Remember all the jokes we shared
Remember how we played
Remember that it’s over now
There’s no sunshine now only shade
poem by Sarah Carter
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Manifesto
Blues are falling like showers of rain, but I dont feel like crying
Death himself is abroad this day, but I dont feel like dying
I learnt how to sustain myself
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
The enemy has the biggest tanks, and he sure knows how to use them
Our best, and only, chance, is to thoroughly confuse him
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
Her tongue was like a scythe and all her bones were haunted
A scapegoat for her life was all she ever wanted
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
Sir bedivere slept in a field, his armour strewn around him
Curled foetus-like beneath his shield, still weeping when we found him
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
I teetered on the edge of doom, degenerate and broken
She washed the blood out of my wounds, and spoke the great unspoken
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
His monstrous ego whipped and driven raged beneath his clothing
The complement he paid was given not with grace but loathing
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
Deliverance is at the gate with arms and gold in store
He apologises for being late, but I dont need him anymore
I learnt how to sustain myself
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
Scoured and stripped of all pretence, shorn of all illusion
I offer nothing in my defence, you can draw your own conclusions
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
(trans. sean miller - [email protected])
song performed by by Waterboys
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The Beginning and The End
The beginning and the end
Every moment the beginning and the end
Every breath the beginning and the end
Every thought the beginning end the end
Every feeling the beginning and the end
Every choice the beginning and the end
Every action he beginning and the end
Every breath the beginning and the end
The beginning and the end
Always together the beginning and the end
Nothing separates the beginning and the end
It is all one the beginning and the end
poem by Maria Manias
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Remember When We Were Young
remember all the games we played,
hide and seek,
and run away,
remember when we thought boys had coodies,
and girls were gross,
remember all the laughs we made,
swinging with friends,
and acting as if we were moms,
remember when we could flirt,
but didnt know what to do,
remember all the things we did,
are dreams have finally came true.
poem by Kaitie Cicero
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I'll remember
I'll remember the pain,
not just what I felt but you as well.
I'll remember the smile that would've brightened
the world.
I'll remember the cry that would've
been your first scrape.
I'll remember the eyes that
would've been the windows to curiousity.
I'll remember the dreams I
would've made come true for you.
I'll remember all the things
I stole from you.
I'll remember...that I killed you.
poem by Toynia Edmond
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This Is What Depression Is Like
Loss of interest
and depression
filling me.
Quiet and uncaring
I sit alone.
I know I'm hurting people
with my silence
but I can't talk long.
Things stabbing at my heart,
all happiness repelling me.
Smiling
whenever I see
the thing that hurts me most.
Tears beginning to form,
the depression
sets in deeper.
Settling into cracks and crevices.
Cutting loose stitches,
unwrapping barbwire
that held pieces together.
People forgetting or replacing
and I only smile.
Rumors spread and hatred collected
and I only laugh.
Days beginning to blend together.
Each day's the same,
just less in each passing hour.
But why does this matter to you?
I'm just another girl succumbing
to the depression
and the madness within.
Nov.-12-09
poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die
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Why Do I Have To Remember?
I remember your arms around me
I remember your sweet scent
I remember the way you held me
and I remember how much you meant
why do I have to remember
all the good things about you
it hurts my heart to know
that you were never true
it feels like cupid just stabbed my heart
ripped it out
and tore it apart
because that's what happens
when your love fails
and your life begins to take
the wrong trails
it all seems over
it seems all done
but it never will be
until you find the ONE
poem by No Reason To Care
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The Sha La La Song
At last its over,
I knew I could not hold him,
His love for freedom
Was far too strong.
But though hes gone now
My life is just beginning,
Ill soon forget him,
Ill soon forget him,
I must forget him, lord!
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new day beginning.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new love that waits for me.
Will I remember,
Will I still hear him whisper ?
Will I still feel his
Lips on mine ?
In dreams I see him,
Perhaps hell stay forever
And all Im wishing
And all Im hoping
And all my longing, too.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new day beginning.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new love that waits for me.
He made me happy
And though I suffered, too,
Theres no mistaking
Our love was true.
But such a sweet love
Just wasnt meant to be
And its all over
Yes, its all over,
And now its done Ill start anew.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new day beginning.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new love beginning.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new day beginning.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new love beginning.
song performed by by Smiths
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