When Beggars Keep Begging For Smog
As things get old,
We recognize them then...
As old.
With sentimental...
Memories.
To remember...
The whens, the whys and those hows.
As things get old,
We recognize them then...
As old.
With sentimental...
Memories.
To remember...
The whens, the whys and those hows.
Less freshness comes back,
When it's known what's inside the box...
With interest in it fading.
Less freshness seems more than needed and not,
When beggars keep begging for smog.
But not one request,
For fresh air to breathe.
Less freshness seems more than needed and not,
When beggars keep begging for smog.
But not one request,
For fresh air to breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing I Know
I do not know,
The whys, hows and the whens
Of life,
The syllables of life
The dashes, the hyphens
And pauses of life,
The inverted commas,
And long parted traumas
Of life,
The aims of life, the games of life,
The forms of life, the norms of life,
Only I know that,
Nothing I know,
And no need to know,
what I know not.
That is all.
poem by Santanu Halder
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Hows It Going To Be
Im only pretty sure that I cant take anymore
Before you take a swing
I wonder what are we fighting for
When I say out loud
I want to get out of this
I wonder is there anything
Im going to miss
I wonder how its going to be
When you dont know me
Hows it going to be
When youre sure Im not there
Hows it going to be
When theres no one there to talk to
Between you and me
Cause I dont care
Hows it going to be
Hows it going to be
Where we used to laugh
Theres a shouting match
Sharp as a thumbnail scratch
A silence I cant ignore
Like the hammock by the
Doorway we spent time in swings empty
Dont see lightning like last fall
When it was always about to hit me
I wonder hows it going to be
When it goes down
Hows it going to be
When youre not around
Hows it going to be
When you found out there was nothing
Between you and me
Cause I dont care
Hows it going to be
And hows it going to be
When you dont know me anymore
And hows it going to be
Want to get myself back in again
The soft dive of oblivion
I want to taste the salt of your skin
The soft dive of oblivion oblivion
Hows it going to be
When you dont know me anymore
Hows it going to be
Hows it going to be
Hows it going to be
song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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Try Not To Breathe
I will try not to breathe.
I can hold my head still with my hands at my knees.
These eyes are the eyes of the old, shiver and fold.
I will try not to breathe.
This decision is mine. i have lived a full life
And these are the eyes that I want you to remember. oh.
I need something to fly over my grave again.
I need something to breathe.
I will try not to burden you.
I can hold these inside. I will hold my breath
Until all these shivers subside,
Just look in my eyes.
I will try not to worry you.
I have seen things that you will never see.
Leave it to memory me. I shudder to breathe.
I want you to remember. oh. (you will never see)
I need something to fly (something to fly)
Over my grave again. (you will never see)
I need something to breathe. (something to breathe)
Baby, dont shiver now.
Why do you shiver now? (I will see things you will never see)
I need something to fly (something to fly)
Over my grave again. (I will see things you will never see)
I need something to breathe. oh. oh. oh.
I will try not to worry you.
I have seen things that you will never see.
Leave it to memory me. dont dare me to breathe.
I want you to remember. oh. (you will never see)
I need something to fly (something to fly)
Over my grave again. (you will never see)
I need something to breathe. (something to breathe)
Baby, dont shiver now.
Why do you shiver now? (I will see things you will never see)
I need something to breathe. (something to breathe - I have seen things
You will never see)
I want you to remember.
song performed by by REM
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Sentimental Journey
Gonna take a sentimental journey
Gonna to set my heart at ease
Gonna take a sentimental journey
To renew old memories
Got my bag
I got my reservation
Spend each dime I could afford
Like a child in wild anticipation
Long to hear that all aboard
Seven, that's the time we leave at seven
I'll be waiting up for heaven
Counting every mile of railroad track
That takes me back
Never thought my heart could be so yearning
Why did I decide to roam
Gonna take a sentimental journey
Sentimental journey home
Sentimental journey
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Beggar Of Love
Unlucky unfortunates
The poorest of the poor
Beggar of the beggars
Begging love on the roads.
Don't keep begging love
Rather give me your love, all
I shall lend it to my heart and soul
Just to plant to grow in multiple
Just to return with interest along with the principle
poem by Abdul Wahab
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City Of Beggars
The sky is always blue in the city of beggars
There is not much green in the city of beggars
There are buildings being built so fast in the city of beggars
In every corner that you encounter
The city of beggars are growing so fast
And in the city of beggars lives 30 million people
The air is not that good in the city of beggars
Because of the factories and the cars
The city of beggars never sleep
The noise goes on 24 hours a day
It is not safe to walk in the street of beggars
Because you can get robbed and killed at any time of the night or day
The traffic is chaotic in the city of beggars
Thanks God there is no snow in the city of beggars
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Got To Go Back
When I was a young boy
Back in orangefield
I used to gaze out
My classroom window and dream
And then go home and listen to ray sing
I believe to my soul after school,
Oh that love that was within me
You know it carried me through
Well it lifted me up and it filled me
Meditation contemplation too
Chorus:
Oh weve got to go back
Got to go back
Got to go back
Got to go back
For the healing go on with the dreaming
Well theres people in the street
And the summers almost here
Weve got to go outside in the fresh air
And breathe while its still clear
Breathe it in all the way down
To your stomach too
And breathe it out with a radiance
Into the nightime air
Weve got to go back etc. etc...
Got my ticket at the airport
Well I guess Ive been marking time
Ive been living in another country
That operates along entirely different lines
Keep me away from porter or whiskey
Dont play anything sentimental itll make me cry
Ive got to go back my friend
Is there really any need to ask why
Weve got to go back etc. etc...
song performed by by Van Morrison
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I Will Remember You
Chorus:
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories.
I'm so tired
I can't sleep
Standing on the edge of something
Much to deep.
It's funny how we feel so much
And cannot say a word
We're screaming inside
But we can't be heard
Chorus:
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories.
So afraid to love you
More afraid to loose
Clinging to past
That doesn't let me choose.
Well, once there was a darkness
A deep and endless night
You gave me everything
You gave me light.
Chorus:
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories.
Remember all
The good times that we had
Let them slip away from us
And things got bad.
Clearly I first saw you
Smiling in the sun
I want to feel your warmth
I want to be the one.
Chorus:
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories.
Chorus:
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories.
Weep not for the memories.
The memories...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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How Fresh Is This Air You Wish
I can not demand that you love me.
Or reveal an honesty that reflects a loyalty.
That is too smothering of a deed to request.
Nor do I wish between us a miracle to pass,
For the sake to see we belong together and blessed.
However...
I would like to feel the compassion when we are near.
I would like to hear bells as evidence,
I have been struck by love.
With a vision I fight to clear.
Since you are all in it with a blinding of my mind.
Something to heighten my senses about this,
Is what I wish to experience without imagination.
Instead of sitting by the telephone,
Wondering where you have gone to roam while I am at home.
Since that seems to have become your favorite pastime.
To do,
As you put it...
'A need to breathe fresh air.'
What is 'that' suppose to mean?
You once told me I was your fresh air.
How fresh is this air you wish?
And how far will you go to satisfy this need?
To get it!
That's what I want to know.
And why you find a need to breathe it without me.
Just how wide is this space you need from me getting?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Holiday
Many memories of our childhood
linger in our minds forever,
dwelling there for us to remember.
How much we wish sometimes
to go back and maybe do things a little different.
There are many things I would change
if I had my chance again, but I can’t.
However, saying that I remember
a holiday I wish I could relive again and again.
I am not sure what summer it was,
but what I do remember was staying
with a surrogate unt and Uncle
who gave me the best time of my life.
We travelled around the Great Lakes
with all their wonders to see.
Camped out in tents under the moonlight,
and fished for our breakfast, lunch and dinner.
It was the most exciting time in my life.
It seemed longer now than it really was,
yet it was over fifty years ago.
The days remain fresh in my mind
though the faces are now vague.
The fun I had remains as fresh as ever
of the greatest holiday I ever had.
12 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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A Need To Be Rejected
I have yet to meet anyone,
Who had a need to be rejected.
I have yet to hear with my ears,
From anyone's lips...
A request from them begging for it.
And yet there are those who reject others,
As if to smother them with neglect.
With a doing of it,
To express no regret or appear to be apologetic.
There are exceptions to the rule of this,
When inflicted and applied...
To those who do this and deny.
They will exlaim when the tables are turned on them,
A wholesomeness within them sits.
And all they do is give of themselves to others.
But the others have druthers to choose the opposite.
With rejection on top of their priority list.
I have yet to meet anyone,
Who had a need to be rejected.
I have yet to hear with my ears clearly,
A request from them begging for it.
Begging and pleading from trembling lips,
To get as much rejection as they can get.
Have you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Me
I hear you talk about your family life
I wish I knew just what that means
I guess my mother never loved my dad
And now I wear it on my sleeve
My sister called me just the other day
It felt so good to hear her voice
My problem is I dont have much to say
I guess she doesnt have a choice, and Im sorry
Look at me Im so pathetic
I cant believe Im just an addict
Ive never needed anyone to help me
Im begging you to please come save me from myself, save me from my...
My mothers always tried to change herself
She never learned to let things be
She doesnt know how bad she messed me up
cause now she seems so fake to me but I love her
Look at me Im so pathetic
I cant believe Im just an addict
Ive never needed anyone to help me
Im begging you to please come save me from myself, save me from myself
If you push me then I wont fall
Ive been programmed to take it all
And shove it way down inside
Like my father (2x)
Im so pathetic
I cant believe Im just an addict
Ive never needed anyone to help me (Im failing it)
Im begging you to please come save me from myself
I hear you talk about your family life
I wish I knew just what that means
song performed by by Staind
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No Originality Or Freshness In It
So you changed some things around and called this new?
Yours?
To have others believe it too!
And you know this isn't true.
Don't you?
Have you ever gone in someone's home?
And made suggestions
As to how they can arrange their furniture
To give the interior of their home a different presence?
It is still their furniture!
They recognize it.
You recognize it.
It belongs to them.
No matter how it has been arranged.
Same thing with stolen concepts.
Or a poet 'borrowing' ideas.
No matter how it has been arranged,
The creating brain knows from where it came.
There is no such thing as 'borrowing' someone else's ideas.
To make them new.
Plagiarists make attempts at this.
And some are so ignorant...
They lift whole passages as if they can not be recognized.
That's how empty their minds and lives are!
AND then there are those who will boldly ASK...
If it is okay to put their name on 'your' efforts!
And then to others brag of their tasks.
But not for too long can they do this.
Repetition bores,
Even those who do not recognize what is presented...
Has no originality or freshness in it to begin with!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sentimental
Last night
we showed how much we cared
but sadness filled the air
how it made us cry
as we waved goodbye
then you left me standing there
Last night
I came home on my own
and watched a movie show
and the saddest part
really broke my heart
as it made me miss you so
I get so sentimental
can't control the beat of my heart
I get so sentimental
sentimental when we're apart
Last night
I tried to let you know
how it hurts to see you go
and how I want you near
every time I hear
our love song on the radio
I get so sentimental
can't control the beat of my heart
I get so sentimental
sentimental when we're apart
Can't control the beat of my heart
I get so sentimental
sentimental when we're apart
How you made me cry
when we waved good bye
as it made me miss you so
I get so sentimental
can't control the beat of my heart
I get so sentimental
sentimental when we're apart
I get so sentimental
I get so sentimental
sentimental when we're apart
I get so sentimental
can't control the beat of my heart
I get so sentimental
song performed by by Donna Summer from Another Place And Time
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Theme From The City Of Beggars
Free the beggars from poverty today
Free the beggars from the slam today
Free the beggars from slave labour
Give the beggars some hope today
Put a smile on the beggars face
The beggars are starving today
So go ahead and feed the beggars some bread and water
Because that is better than nothing
Give the beggars the same right
That the rich got
poem by Aldo Kraas
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U N Me
You and me, remember
In the month of December
Sitting under that tree
Where'LOVE'was absolutely free
We were together
And romantic was the weather
You were so close
I needed no extra dose
Love was in the air
And i would see you evrywhere
Can't forget your lips,
Rosy red
Which would make even the
Braviest lie dead
I stil remember that amazing kiss
Something none would want
to miss
Through beautiful lands
With my hands in your hands
We went on and on
Till the sun was gone.
Suddenly,
Suddenly, there was
Change in the weather
We were no longer together
Circumstances have betrayed us
Distances have strayed us
I know you are crying
But believe me, 'I am trying'
I know you are weeping
But believe me even I'm not sleeping.
Your dream comes, but
Never goes.
Memories are fresh like a
Fresh rose.
Come back, and we'll be
Together
Come back, and romantic
will be the weather
Keep looking at the Moon
I promise we'll meet soon......
poem by Ankur Garg
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Fun is so hard to come by.
Fun,
Whens the last time I had that,
Fun,
Something I just can't remember,
Fun,
Is nothing but an act,
Fun,
Is something I seem to run from,
Fun... nothing but a disapointment... a moment, a glimps... just another reminder that things aren't the way they used to be.
FUN?
poem by Kill or Be killed
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I Remember When
I remember when you was all mine
When ever you told me you loved me,
I believed you everytime you told me.
I remember when you promised me
That you would never leave me for my friend,
Then you did that behind my back.
I remember when we had our first kiss
Your lips was so soft and tender,
And I will always remember how they felt.
I remember when I first met you
I was walking in the hall on a Friday,
And I said hi and so did you.
I remember when you went with me to an appointment
And on our way home we was taking silly pictures,
Those memories was great I would love to relive that day.
I remember when you told me it was over
I remember the date March 22,2011
Of our seven month anniversty,
You told me we needed a brake for awhile
And we might get back together sooner or later.
I remember when I cried all night
Because I wanted you back.
poem by Kaitlynn Bradley
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Lord Buddha begged.
The society has more thieves than beggars.
In a way, beggars are better than thieves.
They beg but steal not and get but usurp not.
Mortgaging their ego, they are begging.
It is easy to steal but hard to beg.
Give or not, don’t treat beggars with contempt.
Do treat them at par while you give them alms.
Feel elated while you offer them alms.
While giving, dispel their humiliation.
Lord Buddha too led His life as a beggar.
19.10.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Breath Of Fresh Air
I’m on a highway going nowhere
feeling the wind in my hair,
if I was running away
I’d be a long way from here,
but I’m just driving to see where nowhere goes,
getting that much needed
a breath of fresh air.
Sometimes the world gets too heavy
and you find it hard to breathe.
You need to escape the rat race
and get the hell out of here,
feel a sense of freedom,
smell the earth at your feet
and get a breath of fresh air.
We all get stifled at times,
feel the walls are closing in,
we jump at the chance
to become unchained
and throw caution to the wind,
getting that much needed
a breath of fresh air.
22-23 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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