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Mornings at the waist
noonday at the knees, men bend,
evenings not at all.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Days
Miserable grey, damp wet Days
Days shorter and winters Long
Long bleak dark Evenings
Evenings as black as pitch.
Bright frosty cold Mornings
Mornings glistening in the Sun
Sun shines cold as the Day
Day soon will become night.
Snow crisp and White
White flurries fall from the Sky
Sky as white as the Day
Day fades into a crisp evening.
Days engulfed with Floods
Floods devastating your Home
Home unfit to live In
In shelter we seek comfort.
poem by Hazel Connelly
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Isle Of Man
Nice place
Clean water
Fresh air
Blue skies
Like pirates
We tried it
We took what we deserved
Half million
Years later
Wed used up
Our reserves
Were crying
what happened?
We get what we deserve
We get what we deserve
We get instead the isle of man
The isle of man
Ive wandered
Through forests
With our garbage
Waist-high
Cant clean it
I mean it
We get what we deserve
Rainy mornings
Dry evenings
Its growing
On my nerves
Just gases
You fascists
You get what you deserve
You get what you deserve
You get instead the isle of man
The isle of man
Im writing
This letter
So no one
Will forget
Some future
Cave dweller
Will find these notes an isle of man
song performed by by Ministry
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The perception is that more important people watch news in the evenings than in the mornings.
quote by Reese Schonfeld
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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U-turn
Yeah, ay yo
2000 its us
Yo, its time to u-turn
Ya heard me?
Youre either with us - or against us, yo
Its been some years now
Since we hit the floor to get down
We always had a step to go with the sound
Now everybody wanna sit around, drink and ball
Remember, the snake
And how the floor used to clear
And everybody would break
Whats crunk now used to be called getting to it
Were bringing it all back
This is how we do it, just
Put your hands up, bend your knees
Bounce around in a circle, get down with me
Oh come on, come on
Its not hard to learn
Come on, come on
Its called the u-turn
Put your hands up, bend your knees
Bounce around in a circle, get down with me
Oh come on, come on
Its not hard to learn
Come on, come on
Its called the u-turn
In the 80s, fresh was the talk
Mj had everybody doing the moonwalk
In the 90s, I had a high flat top
Doing the wop, pee wee to the reebok
I cant forget about my high school days
The sound was bobby brown
The dance was the running man
Now everybody wanna push bentleys
The year is 2 - everybody do the u-turn
Put your hands up, bend your knees
Bounce around in a circle, get down with me
Oh come on, come on
Its not hard to learn
Come on, come on
Its called the u-turn
Put your hands up, bend your knees
Bounce around in a circle, get down with me
Oh come on, come on
Its not hard to learn
Come on, come on
Its called the u-turn
All you need to do is let go
Let the tempo take over you
I came to have a good time
Let the rhythm deep iside your soul
Let it lead you to the floor, whoa
Put your hands up, bend your knees
Bounce around in a circle, get down with me
Oh come on, come on
Its not hard to learn
Come on, come on
Its called the u-turn
song performed by by Usher
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I have been overcome by the beauty and richness of our life together, those early mornings setting out, those evenings gleaming with rivers and lakes below us, still holding the last light.
quote by Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Beautiful May mornings and beautiful January evenings.
Clocks
Dark mornings; dull skies
Before the clocks twist, distort
Promising dark evenings
poem by Timothy Marshal Nichols
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Paradise the planets of bliss
Paradise is the planets of bliss
The home of God’s Body
The garden of Beauty
It is full of good flora and fauna
And made of gold, silver and precious other things
There are fountains and streams in paradise
They are also signs of God’s superb workmanship
There is morning, noontime and evening in paradise
But there is no night
At noontime it is full of silver light
In the morning and in the evening
Tints of various colors are visible in its sky
In paradise
The evenings are more colorful than the mornings
And the mornings are more refreshing than the evenings
The residential area of the poor people of paradise is near its gates
The middle class people live in the middle area of paradise
The high-class people live at the end of paradise.
There is currency in paradise and many market places
To buy things of one's choice
Where all salespersons are angels
The residential area of the prophets and the like
Is at the end of Ferdous paradise
Wherefrom God’s main court
Laohay Mahfuz and Sidratul Muntaha are nearby.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Mountains of Gold
Those structures speak to themselves,
To deplete a size that touches evenings
And mornings, of pleasures and pains.
Your believing will end with snowy plains
Where dinosaurs can equip your moves
And dragons heap gold.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Right Across The River Bend
Right across the river bend there’s a warm gentle breeze.
Right across the river-bend are trees with yellow leaves.
Right across the river bend the water reflects the sun.
Right across the river bend is a smell of innocence.
Right across the river bend a robin’s egg is broken.
Right across the river-bend are peaceful mountain valleys.
Right across the river bend a dandelion is carried.
Right across the river bend are fields of shiny green grass.
Right across the riverbend are memories made to last.
poem by Alicia Page
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If you are up to your knees in pleasure, then you are up to your waist in grief.
Skiing
Why is it I can't ski?
When all that my instructor keeps saying is ‘benz za knees'
I ‘benz za knees' I hold my poles
Hoping this will help me go faster and not slow
Now the only thing that worries me that I know
Are my skis do not go where I want them to go
My knees are bent, I'm in the groove
I try to turn but the skis don't move
As I hold my breath I imagine what happens next
Either I go round this bend or crash and break my neck
Somehow I make it with just a snow flake to spare
Now I can breathe again - the fresh mountain air
But no sooner had I drawn my breath and unclenched my teeth
I notice my skis are far too wide underneath
With my eyes bouncing up and down like demented fleas
I try to focus but my mind feels as though it has turned to cheese
It's not looking good I must say
Compared to this morning I thought it'll turn out to be a perfect day
Not so - and here it must end
Did I make it or go straight and miss the bend?
poem by JeanJacques Evendon
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Waisted
The Lord has given me
A waist
Not so I can bow
To Him
But so I can bend
To lift one who has
Fallen and is hurting
After one of life's
Disappointing moments
poem by David Kush
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Lay Down Beside Me
I've spent my life looking for you
Finding my way wasn't easy to do
But I knew there was you all the while
And it's been worth every mile.
Lay down beside me and love me and hide me
Kiss all the hurting of this world away
Hold me so close that I'll feel your heartbeat
And don't ever wander away.
Mornings and evenings all were the same
And there was no music 'til I heard your name
But I knew when I saw you smile
Now I can rest for a while.
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Miss Us
Look at us
And the life that we made
Oh, darlin I wouldn't trade a single thing
Still in love
But I can't help dream about yesterday
Oh yesterday
I miss Sunday mornings free and easy
Lazy days and endless evenings
I really thought somehow
That I'd be over it by now
And I miss lying in your arms till morning
With nothing on our minds but making love
Baby most of all
I miss us
Like a child
I know it is selfish to say
but sometimes I want you all to myself
For a while
Couldn't we go back and play in yesterday
Oh yesterday
Walking on the beach alone together
Sunsets that would last forever
No where else to be
Side by side just you and me
And I miss lying in your arms til morning
With nothing on our minds but making love
Baby most of all
I miss us
All that we have lost
Has all come back as love
I know thats what family is about
Still I miss
Sunday mornings free and easy
Lazy days and endless evenings
I know we'll survive
But it is eating me alive
And I miss lying in your arms till morning
With nothing on our minds but making love
I can't hold it back another minute
I'm embrassed to admit it
But I still want to be your everything
I know all that life has given us
is way more than enough
But darlin' I can't help myself
I just love you too much
Baby most of all
I miss us
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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You Are Going For Good
this meeting will be brief
like twilight we will talk agree on departures of
hands waving in the port the ship blows a big sound
the ears of the shorelines are
deafened
you are going away for
good like twilight
on that ship
all your promising mornings are taken away
take the noontimes then for your survival and evenings too,
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hell.... Distance!
the true concept
of hell is... distance!
we burn the bridge
with fingers that grasp!
not knowing,
we will never be free at death,
unless we let go in this life!
when the sun rises at dawn,
there is light...
sadly, we spend most
of our mornings and evenings,
still waiting on the sun to rise!
distance...
the illusion of me and mine,
that falls short of, 'i am'!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Reunion
Often a man's life is such
that he seldom sees his friends,
like the night and day
never sharing the same hours
In the skies
Seldom does he share
His evenings with friends
Or his mornings
His lamp light unshared
His mornings unspent
How long will this
Distance last?
Hairs have turned
White and lesser
As we inquire about
Friends and other
Acquaintances only
To find out that half of
Them have turned
To ghosts,
Shocks and torments
Of this heart, cries
But I will try again
To enter your home
Twenty five years
And now you have
Two sons and three
Daughters to greet
Me by the door
I thought you never
Married and they all
Kiss my hands and
Before I can ask the
Questions you drive
Them off to the grounds
To play away from us
As we talk about
Lasting friendships
And how we have
Almost forgotten them
Tomorrow I will be drunk
Again back to my own
Affairs in the big city
We will be separated
Again by these peaks
Of mountains and we
Shall again lose each
Other’s friendly views.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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a reunion
Often a man's life is such
that he seldom sees his friends,
like the night and day
never sharing the same hours
In the skies
Seldom does he share
His evenings with friends
Or his mornings
His lamp light unshared
His mornings unspent
How long will this
Distance last?
Hairs have turned
White and lesser
As we inquire about
Friends and other
Acquaintances only
To find out that half of
Them have turned
To ghosts,
Shocks and torments
Of this heart, cries
But I will try again
To enter your home
Twenty five years
And now you have
Two sons and three
Daughters to greet
Me by the door
I thought you never
Married and they all
Kiss my hands and
Before I can ask the
Questions you drive
Them off to the grounds
To play away from us
As we talk about
Lasting friendships
And how we have
Almost forgotten them
Tomorrow I will be drunk
Again back to my own
Affairs in the big city
We will be separated
Again by these peaks
Of mountains and we
Shall again lose each
Other’s friendly views.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Going Down On Love
Got to get down, down on my knees
Got to get down, down on my knees
Going down on love
Going down on love
Going down, going down, going down
When the real thing goes wrong
And you cant get it on
And your love she has gone
And you got to carry on
And you shoot out the light
Aint coming home for the night
You know you got to, got to, got to pay the price
Somebody please, please help me
You know Im drowning in the sea of hatred
Got to get down, down on my knees
Got to get down, down on my knees
Going down on love
Going down on love
Going down, going down, going down
Something precious and rare
Disappears in thin air
And it seems so unfair
Nothing doin nowhere
Well you burn all your boats
And you sow your wild oats
Well you know, you know, you know the price is right!
Got to get down, down on my knees
Got to get down, down on my knees
Got to get down, down on my knees
Got to get down, down on my knees
song performed by by Lennon John
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