Missing Song Number One
Tonight I have nothing to read except
Sherlock Holmes so terribly abridged
as to constitute a sin by the criminal
editors of Readers' Digest, they have
carefully removed all excitement to
make the final Conan Doyle dish so
bland it is like eating dry rice, raw fish
without sushi embellishments, drinking
luke-warm tea - in a word, as boring
as can be - they have an uncanny
ability to reduce every great tale to
nothingness
This is Friday night - which has always
been one of the most difficult times for
me - at school it was easy, I used to
learn music or geography - then spent
a wonderful hour in the magical cave
known as my brother's bedroom listening
to the week's Top Twenty Hits, delighted
to be amongst old radio and bicycle parts,
batteries, books and various tools, falling
asleep then stumbling back to my room
after missing Song Number One…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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And once again Mr. Sherlock Holmes is free to devote his life to examining those interesting little problems which the complexity of human life so pletifuly presents.
Arthur Conan Doyle in Sherlock Holmes
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Tether My Free-Wheeling Mind
Finally finished reading The Valley
Of Fear - I freaked out, ran shouting
through the house: Sherlock Holmes
is the best, once again, history of early
America, Pinkerton Men, lawlessness,
Arthur Conan Doyle changing me into
a convert for law and order
Helped me to cross the border between
wishing for freedom and being responsible,
now I really have nothing else to read, to-
morrow I must go to the library or die in
agony and sorrow, being without mental
stimulation would turn me into the devil
himself, breathing fire and brimstone
A whirling dervish of impatience to get
my hands on something that will tether
my free-wheeling mind…
"Sherlock Holmes - The Complete Illustrated
Novels" - Reprinted in 1991 Reed International
Books Ltd.
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The game is afoot.
Arthur Conan Doyle in Sherlock Holmes
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This is quite a three-pipe problem.
Arthur Conan Doyle in Sherlock Holmes
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It is a great thing to start life with a small number of really good books which are your very own.
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It is a great thing to start life with a small number of really good books which are your very own.
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It is as impossible for man to demonstrate the existence of God as it would be for even Sherlock Holmes to demonstrate the existence of Arthur Conan Doyle.
quote by Frederick Buechner
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The Voice
Wont you take me back to school
I need to learn the golden rule
Wont you lay it on the line
I need to hear it just one more time
Oh wont you tell me again
Can you feel it
Wont you tell me again
Tonight
Each and every heart it seems
Is bounded by a world of dreams
Each and every rising sun
Is greeted by a lonely one
Oh wont you tell me again
Can you feel it
Oh wont you tell me again
Tonight
cos out on the ocean of life my love
Theres so many storms we must rise above
Can you hear the spirit calling
As its carried across the waves
Youre already falling
Its calling you back to face the music
And the song that is coming through
Youre already falling
The one that its calling you
Make a promise take a vow
And trust your feelings its easy now
Understand the voice within
And feel the changes already beginning
Oh wont you tell me again
Can you feel it
Wont you tell me again
Tonight
And how many words have I got to say
And how many times will it be this way
With your arms around the future
And your back up against the past
Youre already falling its calling you
On to face the music
And the song that is coming through
Youre already falling
The one its calling is you
Each and every heart it seems
Is bounded by a world of dreams
Each and every rising sun
Is greeted by a lonely one
Wont you tell me again
Can you feel it
Oh wont you tell me again
Tonight
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Be True To Your School
When some loud braggart tries to put me down
And says his school is great
I tell him right away
Now whats the matter buddy
Aint you heard of my school
Its number one in the state
So be true to your school now
Just like you would to your girl or guy
Be true to your school now
And let your colors fly
Be true to your school
I got a lettermans sweater
With a letter in front
I got for footbal and track
Im proud to where it now
When I cruise around
The other parts of the town
I got a decal in back
So be true to your school now
Just like you would to your girl or guy
Be true to your school now
And let your colors fly
Be true to your school
On friday well be jacked up on the football game
And Ill be ready to fight
Were gonna smash em now
My girl will be working on her pom-poms now
And shell be yelling tonight
So be true to your school now
Just like you would to your girl or guy
Be true to your school now
And let your colors fly
Be true to your school
Rah rah rah be true to your school
Rah rah rah be true to your school
Rah rah rah be true to your school
Rah rah rah be true to your school
song performed by by Beach Boys
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The Voyage
Won't you take me back to school
I need to learn the golden rule
Won't you lay it on the line
I need to hear it just one more time
CHORUS
Oh won't you tell me again
Can you feel it
Won't you tell me again
Tonight
Each and every heart it seems
Is bounded by a world of dreams
Each and every rising sun
Is greeted by a lonely one
CHORUS
'Cos out on the ocean of life my love
There's so many storms we must rise above
Can you hear the spirit calling
As it's carried across the waves
You're already falling
It's calling you back to face the music
And the song that is coming through
You're already falling
The one that it's calling is you
Make a promise take a vow
And trust your feelings it's easy now
Understand the voice within
And feel the changes already beginning
CHORUS
And how many words have I got to say
And how many times will it be this way
With your arms around the future
And your back up against the past
You're already falling it's calling you
On to face the music
and the song that is coming through
You're already falling
The one that it's calling is you
Each and every heart it seems
Is bounded by a world of dreams
Each and every rising sun
Is greeted by a lonely lonely one
CHORUS
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Radio Man
Radio, Radio
Radio Man
Play me a song
Do you think you can
Don't want a fast number
I only dance slow
Don't want a loud one
That nobody knows
Don't want a sad song
That'll make me cry
I want a tune
That'll stay in my head
That'll take me from sunrise
Till I go to bed
Please, fill my air waves
With the kind of song
That I can whistle
All week long
Dear Radio, Radio
Radio Man
Can you fill my request
I hope you can
I'm tired of going
Up and down my dial
I need a good song
And I need it now
poem by Candy Elvis
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Goodbye Comics, Hello Books
My Superman series had Bizzarro in it
Spiderman originals, Archie and Friends
It was an addiction, I must admit
But hours of reading fun, they did commend.
My brother and I loved reading those comics
We laughed at hilarious Baby Huey
Spent hours on Batman and Robin
Green Lantern's hero stories.
But Daddy did not approve of it and so
He took all the comic books away
Made me read poems and novels to know
Biographies, and so many essays.
Took trips to 'A Tale of Two Cities'
Had fun with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
'Young Women' to 'Pride and Prejudice'
My readings burnt the midnight oil.
Though today the comics would be precious
That collection could fetch a high price
What I read at that time I now put to use
Dad taught me the best, I now realize.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Collecting Memories
Want to cherish the laughter and joy of the
wonderful times spent with the kids taking
them to school, Tiaan reading Nicis essay
aloud with such funny comments, we were
in stitches, she claimed the king was on the
ceiling meaning he stood above his slaves
Tiaan claiming my aggressive driving causes
them to suffer epileptic attacks, that they are
emotionally scarred by the determined way I
stick to my guns when others try to cut us off
or appear right before me, happy banter and
mock sarcasm creating a warm atmosphere
I love the delighted laughter, magical moments
spent together, would like to record them in my
head to rejoice and relive whenever needed to
lighten dark times, saving the sunshine of warm
companionship for the lonely future, beautiful
memories to keep my dreams sweet
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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As society diversifies, the number of people who read literature is decreasing. It will be difficult for readers to digest my ideas through literature.
As a rule, said Holmes, the more bizarre a thing is the less mysterious it proves to be. It is your commonplace, featureless crimes which are really puzzling, just as a commonplace face is the most difficult to identify.
quote by Arthur Conan Doyle
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Easy and Difficult
Easy and Difficult
Easy to get a place in someone’s address book
Difficult is to get a place in someone’s heart
Easy is to judge the mistakes of others
Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes
Easy is to talk without thinking
Difficult is to control the tongue
Easy is to hurt someone who loves us
Difficult is to heal the wound
Easy is to forgive others
Difficult is to ask for forgiveness
Easy is to set rules
Difficult is to follow them
Easy is to dream every night
Difficult is to fight for a dream
Easy is to show victory
Difficult is to accommodate defeat with dignity
Easy is to admire a full moon
Difficult is to see the other side
Easy is to stumble on a stone
Difficult is to get up
Easy is to enjoy life every day
Difficult is to give its real value
Easy is to pray every night
Difficult is to find God in small things
Easy is to promise something to someone
Difficult is to fulfill the promise
Easy is to say we love
Difficult is to show it every day
Easy is to criticize others
Difficult is to improve oneself
Easy is to make mistakes
Difficult is to learn from them
Easy is to weep for lost love
Difficult is to take care of it so as not to lose it
Easy is to think about improving
Difficult is to stop thinking and putting it into action
Easy is to think bad of others
Difficult is to give them the benefit of doubt
Easy is to receive
Difficult is to give
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Aiming For A Better World...
If we don't try to make the world a better place
Then it will become a bitter place...
A wasteland of broken hearts and broken dreams...
A void in space, a place to avoid...
If we didn't want the world to improve
Then why would we send our children to school
To pass exams for a future career?
If we want the best for our children
Then shouldn't we want the best for ourselves?
Yet Jesus once prophesied of plagues, famines and wars
And rumours of wars in the end times...
Does that mean there's no escape?
Shouldn't we at least try to reduce the number of plagues?
Shouldn't we at least try to reduce the number of those starving souls?
Shouldn't we at least try to reduce the number of wars?
We ought to pray for peace and be peacemakers...
We ought to feed the starving... but do we?
How come there are millions spent on trying to go to Mars?
How come we don't help those on Earth first?
Where are our priorities, our scruples, our sense of justice and injustice?
Where's our full portion of love, compassion, everyday kindness?
Are we too old to learn old tricks rather than the new?
The old ways were based on the fulness of a community spirit
That reached out with the arms of Christ to one and all...
Is that fellowship dead and gone with the old prayer books
And Church services of yester-year?
Or does love live on by the example of faithful friends of Christ?
God knows what we ought to be doing... Do we?
And if we don't, are we willing to ask? To find out? To sacrifice?
Somehow I cant help wondering if anyone knows what love is any more...
poem by Denis Martindale
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A Warm Welcome
tonight when the world is asleep
someone knocks at your door
and you open it. You tell him
'welcome, i have been expecting you...
i am sorry, i have neglected you..
for so long...come, and make yourself
comfortable. Sit here beside me
Let us have a drink, and some smoke
and let us, for once eat together...'
you look at the face of that stranger
slowly and carefully you map out the
the similarities, disregarding the old
differences...
deep inside you, you like this stranger..
It is you. It is now. You have accepted
Yourself. You are drinking with its truths.
You are eating its realities.You have
finally become one with Yourself, and
tonight, it is time to party.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Uneventful Life
We all say at times we live uneventful lives
and I am no exception to that rule.
However, looking back
at the uneventful events in my life
I see my life might not be as uneventful as I thought.
At thirteen
I won an inter-school competition
for a painting that I did
and had, it exhibited
at the Royal Canadian National Exhibition.
Up until I was seventeen,
I never wanted to drive a car.
The thought of doing so
terrified me completely,
then one night while out with some friends
we were involved in a head-on car crash.
In the weeks that followed, I learned to drive.
At eighteen
I took up writing after saying to a friend,
“If they can do it why can’t we? ”
The reference of they was to the Beatles.
At twenty-one
while at a fun fair
I wrote what was suppose to be some lyrics,
but turned out to be a poem
that eventually would be my best loved poem
and read by thousands worldwide.
At twenty-five,
I attended the funeral of a friend
and eventually ended up marrying his widow.
At fifty-five,
I discovered a brother I never knew I had.
At sixty-one,
a classmate contacted me,
lifting me from the doldrums turned my life around.
Someone whom I never talked to
when we were at school,
but who has become a wonderful friend
and extension of my family.
If you take away these little events,
my life has been pretty boring
bordering on the mundane
and very uneventful.
3 September 2009
Authors Note:
This is just a few of the uneventful things that have happened in my life. There are more, but to put them in one poem would make it too long to put up here. Thanks for reading about my uneventful and very boring and mundane life.
Hugs David Harris 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Little Old School Room
In a little old school room,
In that old country school.
Where we started to bloom,
With the Golden Rule.
That was the place for our very best times,
Learning to read, reciting nursery rhymes.
That little old school room way in the back,
In the morning we'd get there, by crossing the tracks.
Fixing it up for Halloween,
Black cats, pumpkins, witches, and hay.
The most wonderful room I'd ever seen.
We couldn't wait for that special day.
Making masks from paper bags,
Getting up a party for the fourth grade class.
All dressed up in paint and rags,
Drawing little ghosts on the window glass.
That little school room is still there in my mind,
All the smells, laughter, friendship and joy.
When I want to go back, I can easily find,
That little old school room, where I was a boy.
8/24/10 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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