End Scene Of A Movie
The credits rolled
A register of names
Now consigned to memory
The final moments
Passed into history
All in the end scene of a movie
Leaving me wondering
Have I been moved at all
What token of thought
Or feeling have I touched
Have I learnt anything
Or will I care to remember
Its over, its been done
Now the credits roll
Names to a soundtrack
Playing out
poem by Matthew Holloway
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It All Works Out In The Movies
You know the sort of movie
With the string filled music
And the tear filled eyes
As the knight saves the day
And the hero gets his prize.
It’s another world when love finds a way
And things don’t go wrong.
They’ll live happily after the credits have rolled.
You would not believe the ending
Where the couple sail away,
Because life isn’t so easy-
There are more plot lines in the way.
We could wait until the credits roll
But then we might just miss the film
Because it’s happening as of now.
If you had to read that script
Then you might just throw it away,
You’d get to the point where the feelings show
And you’d see that the hero would be me.
But heroes often fail and love isn’t easy
And the credits never come, feelings don’t just roll away.
I know you would not see that film
Because you wouldn’t want it to end like that-
You’d know the hero should fail
Because in real life
It’ll always end up that way.
©Charlie F. Kane
27/03/08
poem by Charlie F. Kane
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Faces & Names
Faces and names, I wish they were the same
Faces and names only cause trouble for me
Faces and names
If we all looked the same and we all had the same name
I wouldnt be jealous of you or you jealous of me
Faces and names
I always fall in love with someone who looks
The way I wish that I could be
Im always staring at someone who hurts
And the one they hurt is me
Faces and names, to me theyre all the same
If I looked like you and you looked like me
Thered be less trouble you see
Faces and names, I wish theyd go away
Id disappear into that wall and never talk
Talk, not talk
I wish I was a robot or a machine
Without a feeling or a thought
People who want to meet the name I have
Are always disappointed when they meet me
Faces and names, I wish they were the same
Faces and names only cause problems for me
Faces and names
Id rather be a hole in the wall
Looking out on the other side
Id rather look and listen, listen and not talk
To faces and names
If I had a breakdown when I was a kid
I lost my hair when I was young
If you dress older when youre not
As your really age you look the same
If we all looked the same, we wouldnt play these games
Me dressing for you and you dressing for me
Undressing for me
Faces and names, if they all were the same
You wouldnt be jealous of me or me jealous of you
Me jealous of you, me jealous of you
Your face and your name
Your face and your name
Faces and names
Faces and names
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Learning and Teaching
We live with the questions
As the learning wind
We remove the cloud of dishonesty
So painful but don't care
Go on and on.
We live with the answers
As the teaching stars
We guide the truthful ways of life
So harmful but don't care
Go on and on.
Although we die,
History must register
Our names forever.
poem by Aung Si Myanmar
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We Are Defended By Those We Do Not Know The Names Of
WE ARE DEFENDED BY THOSE WE DO NOT KNOW THE NAMES OF
We are defended by those we do not know the names of -
And when one is killed
We know the name for a moment,
Before leaving the long memory to the family-
A few it is true – special heroes-
Have stories and names that remain through the years.
But mostly the dead are anonymous
And the wounded and the injured too.
And a country and a people goes on in freedom-
While in this family or that
Which we will always pray we will not be among
Pain and Loss Forever.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Names Are Special
My names are special, extra special and more,
The need for food is increased by the age and maturity.
Names laugh and cry like certain cookery ingredients
For a rich dish, or a casserole, or a pudding.
Food is eaten from the day that was the first
To the last and final day of your period on this world.
You must accept those with surnames,
And let no snake interfere, just let no adder crawl.
The devils hide their names,
But do not and do not copy them
For your names are not hidden,
For people need you and their attention is on you.
Names are revered, and their calling is exact,
May you leave us and join the brigade of Life.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Vicious Games
I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I cared
So I played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I was afraid
To go under
Afraid to see
When I closed my eyes
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I care
I just played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Now that youre gone
And you have left me
I had to learn
I had to learn how much it hurts
To play those vicious games
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
song performed by by Yello
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Vicious Games
I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I cared
So I played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I was afraid
To go under
Afraid to see
When I closed my eyes
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I care
I just played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Now that youre gone
And you have left me
I had to learn
I had to learn how much it hurts
To play those vicious games
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
song performed by by Yello
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Not Every Poem Knows How To Say Its Own Name Properly
NOT EVERY POEM KNOWS HOW TO SAY ITS OWN NAME PROPERLY
Not every poem knows how to say its own name properly-
There are poems that have no name
And poems that are named by others who have not written them-
There are poems whose names make them what they are
And poems whose names contradict and belie them-
Many poems have their first lines as their names
And these poems often are as memorable as one line only-
Great poems and good poems can be nameless
Or can have unforgettable names.
Not every poem knows how to say its own name properly -
Poems are poems are poems
And names are names are names
And sometimes they meet and are one
And live happily ever after-
But there are times when perhaps
They never should have met each other at all.
Poems have their names
And names have their poems
But sometimes they love each other
And truly are one.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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On Looking Through an old Punishment Book [At Eurunderee School]
I took the book of punishment,
And ran its columns down;
I started with an open brow
And ended with a frown;
I noted long-forgotten names –
They took me unaware;
I noted old familiar names.
But my names wasn’t there!
I thought of what I might have been,
And Oh! My heart was pained
To find, of all the scholars there,
That I was never caned!
I thought of wasted childhood hours,
And a tear rolled down my cheek –
I must have been a model boy,
Which means a little sneak!
“Oh, give me back my youth again!”
Doc Faustus used to say –
I only wish the Powers could give
My boyhood for a day,
A model boy! Beloved of girls!
Despised by boys and men!
But it comforts me to think that I’ve
Made up for it since then.
poem by Henry Lawson
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An Album From My Memory Store
Today I dipped into an album
from my memory store
as a place that seemed familiar
triggered off the memories.
The years then rolled back
and I was there again
some forty years ago.
Faces flickered passed
gone now but never forgotten.
The good and bad times
rolled by in unison.
For a few moments
while that album was open
it held a mystic I’d never known
and left me wondering
where were the faces I knew then,
and where were they now.
poem by David Harris
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I'm very influenced by landscapes, not so much the way places look as the way the names sound. In this country we've got so many cultures, and the place names - the Spanish names and the Indian names, which are so incredibly musical.
quote by Emmylou Harris
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The Final Goodbye
The Final Goodbye
Time after time we have to say the final goodbye
To someone we deeply care about
*
Time after time we have to pay our last respect to the dead
Is there a lesson to be learnt
*
Is it the pain of everlasting departure
Or the gain of joy that we
Showed love and care
While you were there
Is that the lesson to be learnt
*
I feel a sense of emptiness now that you are gone
And after all has been said and done
I know that this life must still go on
*
I loved you
I respected you
I was privileged to share precious moments with you
I miss you
You are bigger than a princess
In my eyes you were the queen
But I am happy because
I am taking away beautiful memories of you
That's the lesson you have taught me
*
With this I say the Final Goodbye
Goodbye my Dear
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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This Feeling Does Not Linger
As strange as my name...
I can't describe this feeling.
I can't declare it stays the same.
This feeling does not linger.
I do have goals and aims.
Like others I see near me.
But 'who' they are remains unclaimed.
And that too changes.
Like storm clouds that bring rain.
We are more than what we seem.
Much more than given names.
And few care to pronounce them.
Some even denounce,
Them.
We are bigger than our dreams.
When each one comes to pass...
We seek one more to grasp.
And that one doesn't stay,
To last.
We are more than what we seem.
Much more than given names.
And few care to pronounce them.
Some even denounce,
Them.
As strange as my name...
I can't describe this feeling.
I can't declare it stays the same.
This feeling does not linger.
Like my needs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Debits and Credits
Why are you leaving me a tree and a rock?
We here are experiencing a severe deficit crisis.
And we need more from our clients,
Than sarcastic gifts!
'I have told you countless of times,
When you call my home...
For something to send to you,
I can not find.
Not even a dime.
I thought I would bring,
Some reality on the scene.
No one more than I am,
Know about 'debits and credits'.
And since you believe,
I have something more to give and leave...
I want you to 'see' where I get my money.
And when you exhaust that...
That rock can be squeezed,
To get every dropp of blood from me.
And that's not being sacastic!
Consider that magical.
Go ahead!
I can not seem to do it.
But whoever that is that calls my home...
Believes that rocks and trees,
Is how I manage to exist to pay my bills...
Shelter myself 'and' feed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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visiting Hiroshima
1>Peace Memorial Museum.
two buildings
the museum surveys the history of Hiroshima
and the advent of the nuclear bomb.
main focus August 6; the dropping of the bomb
and its outcome in human suffering
personally it upset me
2.Cenotaph for the A-Bomb Victims
Between the Museum
and the A-Bomb Dome
an arched tomb
for those who died
because
initial blast
and then
of exposure to radiation
3. The Register
Below the arch is a stone chest
holding a register
of these names,
there
are over 220,000
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Want My Name So Much To Be A Name
I WANT MY NAME SO MUCH TO BE A NAME
I want my name so much to be a name-
But when I am gone
What will that name mean to me?
Your name too
What will it mean
In the great distances?
Names and more names
Only G-d knows.
God has many names
And no name
And only One Name
Why should I insist so much
On my own name?
When only God can know
All the Names
Even God’s own.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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(I Won't Tell 'Em Your) Name
And even though the moment passed me by
I still can't turn away
'Cause all the dreams you never thought you'd lose
Got tossed along the way
And letters that you never meant to send
Get lost or thrown away
And now we're grown up orphans
That never knew their names
We don't belong to no one
That's a shame
But if you could hide beside me
Maybe for a while
And I won't tell no one your name
And I won't tell em' your name
And scars are souvenirs you never lose
The past is never far
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there
Did you get to be a star
And don't it make you sad to know that life
Is more than who we are
We grew up way too fast
And now there's nothing to believe
Reruns all become our history
A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio
And I won't tell no one your name
And I won't tell em' your name
I won't tell em' your name
Mmm
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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R. U. O. K.
Key:-a - anita r - ray
R: do you think the mics the same, when I talk to your brain
So youre playing hard to get, or you dont wanna play the game
So Ill help you out through thick and thin
Like the dog in the story called rin tin tin
So my rhymes are fast coming up from the past
Always on time, yo!, cause I dont wont to be last
Open your dreams say, what more can I say?
Yip pe yard, yip pe yeah, hay girl r.u.o.k.? !
A: you go away, you got nothing left to say
Didnt even call today, r.u.o.k now?
You acting strange, wondering why you change
You playing silly games, r.u.o.k. now? !
A: youre asking me if Im ok
Well I uset to be till you came my way
Yes, Im sweating and sure I bluse
Not because Im shy but Im furious
Boy, you used me and abuse me
And now you asked me if Im ok
Well Im leaving you, no intention to stay
Im stepping out that door boy
Ill be ok
A: you go away, you got nothing left to say
Didnt even call today, r.u.o.k now?
You acting strange, wondering why you change
You playing silly games, r.u.o.k. now? !
R: if youre feeling stressed
Are you feeling depressed
R.u.o.k.
A: no, no, no, no, no
R: r.u.o.k.
A: no, no, no, no, no
R: hah!
R: pleased to be going in the likes of the morning
This is your final call, yes your final warning
Im acting ridged, yes Im kind of strange
But my love for you, hah girl remains
You never let you feelings go to tell what I need to know
Now you asking me please dont go
Now its to late because theres no more fate
Yip pe yard, yip pe yeah,hah girl r.u.o.k.? !
A: you go away, you got nothing left to say
Didnt even call today, r.u.o.k now?
You acting strange, wondering why you change
You playing silly games, r.u.o.k. now? !
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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LANDSCAPE WITH FIGURES by carlos bulosan
Homeward again under foreign stars,
history was a strange gush of wind from memory
that came to echo waterfalls of those years:
home to find the place lost among
galaxies of signs. The hills were gone. The river
trail was forgotten... Trying to remember meadowlark
and those who perished in the vanishing land
(bones in the earth where our parents died poor) ,
the journey fell into heavy tides of flowing
scorn that echoed and reechoed time there.
The sun was most unkind to the place:
history: names of men: patterns of life:
all that distant floodtide heaved and moved,
breaking familiar names that immortal tongues
clipped for the heart to cry, 'Home is a foreign address,
every step toward it is a step toward three hundred years
of exile from the truth...'
It was not homeward
to the first known land, nor escape
to white sea sprays blossoming on inland shore,
nor love leaping the boundaries naked in the soul,
but a vast heritage of war and destruction breaking
too soon for the living and willing to die.
Life is a foreign language. Every man mispronounced it...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Name
And even though the moment passed me by
I still can't turn away
Cause all the dreams you never thought you'd lose
Got tossed along the way
And letters that you never meant to send
Get lost or thrown away
And now we're grown up orphans
That never knew their names
We don't belong to no one
That's a shame
But if you could hide beside me
Maybe for a while
And I won't tell no one your name
And I won't tell your name
Scars are souvenirs you never lose
The past is never far
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there
Did you get to be a star
And don't it make you sad to know that life
Is more than who we are
You grew up way too fast
And now there's nothing to believe
And reruns all become our history
A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio
And I won't tell no one your name
And I won't tell your name
I think about you all the time
But I don't need the same
It's lonely where you are come back down
And I won't tell your name
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls from A Boy Named Goo
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