Brown Smoke
It’s wonderful what good fellowship
Can be evolved, a little hard but solid.
It’s a great place for dear doctors
To replay their acts and be a pleasant thrill.
Our feet stood in an enthusiasm,
Once the nurses took the rest of the world;
I lit my cigar and thanked the great place,
Watching the brown smoke curl upwards.
poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
It's Not My Place (In The 9 To 5 World)
My mom and dad are always fighting
and it's getting very un-exciting
to get a good job
You need the proper schooling
now who the hell
do ya' think you're fooling
but it's not my place oh-no
no it's not my place no no
no it's not my -not my-not my place
in the 9 to 5 world
and it's not my place
in the 9 to 5 world
and it's not my place
with 9 to 5 girl
it's not my place
in the 9 to 5 world
hangin' out with Lester Bangs you all
and Phil Spector really has it all
Uncle Floyd shows on the t.v.
Jack Nicholson
song performed by by Ramones from Pleasant Dreams
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Tears Will Always Shed
tears will always shed,
when we're apart,
you'll never understand,
the pain I feel.
I'll always remember,
what I've been through,
especially when,
it comes to you.
I know it seems foolish,
but I thought it would be you,
to stand beside me,
and to wipe away my tears.
I know that it's hard,
just being there,
not knowing what,
to do or even think.
it happens to all,
that moment,
when we're at a loss,
for every word.
I'm sorry for everything,
all you've been through,
the broke. home,
and the lost hope.
but believe me when I say,
you'll turn out great,
you have a great mind,
with a heart in the right place.
you'll go far,
that I have no doubt,
you've got a great life,
that's waiting for you.
just go my dear,
and don't look back,
I'll always be here,
if you ever crack.
no matter how many,
tears I shed,
it means nothing,
without you there.
don't get me wrong,
I want you to always,
follow your dreams,
even if it means I break.
so good-bye,
just take those steps,
leave me here,
please my dear?
poem by Katherine Bryce
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Ten Feet Away
Ten Feet Away?
Diamond Rio
Alone at a corner table
She was watching me watching her
I was singing about an old flame burning
She was hanging onto every word
I was pouring out my feelings
She was pouring out the wine
Through the smoke and the beer
It was perfectly clear
That we were touching each other's minds
It was love ten feet away
Imagine her in my arms
With that look on her face
Lying somewhere in some shadowy place
It was love just ten feet away
I just knew my closing song would do it
I knew that I was heaven bound
I could tell she was moved
But before I was through
This stranger walked up and sat down
He was trying his best to impress her
But she never took her eyes off me
When he got up and left
I said to myself
"Whoa, what a night this will be"
It was love ten feet away
Imagine her in my arms
With that look on her face
Lying somewhere in some shadowy place
It was love just ten feet away
It was love ten feet away
Imagine her in my arms
With that look on her face
Lying somewhere in some shadowy place
It was love just ten feet away
Ten Feet Away Lyrics by Keith Whitley
song performed by by Diamond Rio
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Cigar
Some sigh for this and that,
My wishes don't go far;
The world may wag at will,
So I have my cigar.
Some fret themselves to death
With Whig and Tory jar;
I don't care which is in,
So I have my cigar.
Sir John requests my vote,
And so does Mr. Marr;
I don't care how it goes,
So I have my cigar.
Some want a German row,
Some wish a Russian war;
I care not. I'm at peace
So I have my cigar.
I never see the 'Post,'
I seldom read the 'Star;'
The 'Globe' I scarcely heed,
So I have my cigar.
Honors have come to men
My juniors at the Bar;
No matter - I can wait,
So I have my cigar.
Ambition frets me not;
A cab or glory's car
Are just the same to me,
So I have my cigar.
I worship no vain gods,
But serve the household Lar;
I'm sure to be at home,
So I have my cigar.
I do not seek for fame,
A general with a scar;
A private let me be,
So I have my cigar.
To have my choice among
The toys of life's bazaar,
The deuce may take them all
So I have my cigar.
Some minds are often tost
By tempests like a tar;
I always seem in port,
So I have my cigar.
The ardent flame of love,
My bosom cannot char,
I smoke but do not burn,
So I have my cigar.
They tell me Nancy Low
Has married Mr. R.;
The jilt! but I can live,
So I have my cigar.
poem by Thomas Hood
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Watching You, Watching Me, Watching You, Watching Everyone
So this is Great Britain
A green and pleasant land?
The home of CCTV Camera’s
To get speeding drivers banned
So this is Great Britain
The welfare state, & NHS
Great British Institutions?
Some think they’re in a mess
So this Is Great Britain
That once ruled the waves
An Empire and a Commonwealth?
Now issues ASBO’s if one misbehaves
So this is Great Britain
The Mother of Democracy?
The House of Commons and Lords
Ensuring justice & liberty?
So this is Great Britain
Where God saves the Queen
A land of hope & glory?
You can vote at age eighteen
So this is Great Britain
Are the pensioners in poverty?
They’ve never had it so good?
They’re all having a nice cup of tea
So this is Great Britain
A class system breeding inequality
Education, Education, Education?
Needing a dose of political honesty
So this is Great Britain
Still the mother of the free?
The police, council, & MI5
Are watching you or watching me
poem by Gordon David
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A plane is a bad place for an all-out sleep, but a good place to begin rest and recovery from the trip to the faraway places you've been, a decompression chamber between Here and There. Though a plane is not the ideal place really to think, to reassess or reevaluate things, it is a great place to have the illusion of doing so, and often the illusion will suffice.
quote by Shana Alexander
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Don't Forget who is your Father
God is Great
He created you and me so ladies and gentleman
he is the only person to praise and pray
Cause some of us we pray Alan people you pray him
who is him God is the one who created us
so guys help me to Thank him every time i'm sick i call him cause
he is the hiller the killer of diseases in the world
Help me to sing.
How great is our God sing with me how great is our God
all we sing is how great is our God age to age praise his
Great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great great great great great
GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD..
Thank you Help me pliz.
poem by Ruvimbo Daisy Matsika
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Read All About It
Riots on our city streets
violence behind closed door
while the rich are getting richer
all the rest are sad and poor.
Young people can't find work
the elderly left on the scrapheap
people are feeling anxious
they struggle to get some sleep.
But that's all the bad news
surely there's some good as well?
this used to be a great country
not a mixture of misery and Hell.
The papers only cover the bad stuff
this is what we all want to read
but this isn't a bad place to live
full of badness, poverty, and greed.
What about the doctors and nurses
who tend the sick in their hospital beds
or all those selfless charity workers
with only good thoughts inside their heads?
People running marathon after marathon
to help someone who is ill and in need
they do it because they're full of compassion
not motivated by lots of money or greed.
So this country isn't yet gone to the dogs
whatever the newspapers like to say
there's still lots of brightness to be found
not everything is dull, depressing, and Grey!
poem by Kevin Halls
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Freedom[2]
The great world is bright
and can be
a wonderful place to live in
and true love rather gives
than tries to receive
and I want you to be free,
to spent time and energy
on the things that you love
and to gain new knowledge
and have a really great life.
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Wonderful
These are the days I love,
And Ill be happier than most
Crossing england coast to coast,
Through your town,
And as I cross the land
And I cry a salty tear,
For those who are not here
On this day
Youre wonderful
So wonderful,
Its good to see you
Youre wonderful
So wonderful,
Its great to be here.
And as I think back when
Life was uncomplicated then
We had some things we hated
But more that we loved
And we took care to wear
What nobody else would wear
Cos we didnt really care
In those days
Youre wonderful
So wonderful,
Its good to see you
Youre wonderful
So wonderful,
Its great to be here.
song performed by by Madness
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Smoking or Non-Smoking
Christ pointed out two places, of which you could go,
One was heaven above, and the other Hell below.
The Lord Himself said not many words about Heaven,
Except it would be filled with all our Christian Brethren.
Since The Lord said more about this place He called Hell,
It's importance is something we should continue to tell.
Hell is not simply a state of mind of temporary separation,
But instead, Hell is a Lake of Fire and of eternal duration.
The smoke of this fire will rise upwards forevermore,
So it's time to fear The Lord, I can tell you for sure.
Neither is Hell a final resting place filled with wicked fun,
But, it's a place of lasting torment, in which you should shun.
Next time you think Hell is just a simple interjection,
Remember it may be the place of your eternal selection.
The only way up is to accept God's Good News of Salvation,
Which will put you in Heaven, and fill you with Eternal elation.
If you have heard Christ's Good News and your choice is rejection,
Then Hell my dear friend is your place of Eternal selection.
Now that you have these words of Eternal direction,
Will you be in the Smoking or Non-Smoking section.
(Copyright © 08/2002)
Alaska
The Yukon,
The Home of Jack London,
Alaska is a great place,
Marvelling with beauty,
With the great wildlife,
And the great wilderness,
There is no place like it.
poem by James Roberts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Great Bravado
I stood watching the flowers wild,
That congregated around my feet.
And viewed the insects like a child,
As they dined on nectar, Oh, so sweet.
Their busy lives amazed me so,
Each committed to the job they knew.
Climbing stems with great bravado,
Retrieving loads of fresh honeydew.
Miniature world of bugs so small,
Bustling about all through the long day.
Some with a scurry, some a crawl,
All hoping to make a good headway.
I felt I shouldn’t move, for here
Was a city hidden in this place.
And with one step, I had a fear,
That I might deliver coups de grace.
These creatures know nothing of us,
We tall giants that loom above the grass.
But we all must respect them thus,
When with our heavy tread we do pass.
poem by Ernestine Northover
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Beautiful World
It's a beautiful world we live in
A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere
The way they show they care
Makes me want to say
It's a beautiful world
Oh a beautiful world
For you
It's a wonderful time to be here
It's nice to be alive
Wonderful people everywhere
The way they come they're here
Makes me want to say
It's a wonderful place
Oh what a wonderful place
For you (5 times)
Not me
song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
HOW MIGHT YOUR LIFE BE DIFFERENT? (To Women)
How might your life be different?
If there had been a special place for you
A place to be with your mother
Sisters, aunts and grandmothers
Great and great, great grandmothers
A place of women
To go
To be
A woman
(To the goddess in all women)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
November, Early Morning
open sky washed clean by a night of rain
sharp breath of autumn covering everything
London almost pleasant in the 6 a.m. dawn light
leaf mould underfoot and the twinklings of birdsong
I consider my place in it all
great web of man machine trees birds roads
great urban tangle that holds us all
beneath feet spaghetti of cables
above head streaks of vapour trails
there is not a corner of this city that is not full
1.11.06.
poem by Jim McDonald
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
This Is The Place
I have come from a long distance to be patient in this place,
I am remaining, I am staying where I am to stall, and this is the place.
I have to be a perseverance, for my progeny shall require dedication,
The same direction that is to be followed is surely then rainfall, and this is the place.
To love another being because of his virtue is surely the journey too great,
May feet and hands be covered, so that hearts are unfurled to reinstall, and this is the place.
I have a sport for my deity to love me for, and that is the supreme joy,
It entertains my soul forcing its tail to end up in a pitfall, and this is the place.
My shoes are invented by the great teacher of manners and education,
What can we mean now that I have shown you the truth to scrawl in this place?
A building will collapse forming love like an army so bladed by routing,
The sincere truth is to love the friendships and kill like a snowball, and this is the place.
My days are numbered, the nights have been worded by the scribes,
A living voyage of the seas entails my progeny to be small, this is the place.
poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
~Sick of Crazy~
Day One- I am sitting here happy...
Day Two- I might be sad...
Day Three- I could be angry or peaceful that depends on the counsellor I had...
Day Four- I could be feeling nothing which is quite normal for me...
Day Five- I’m going crazy, but no one ever notices me...
Day Six- I’m fixing myself and also everything else too...
Day Seven- I’m remembering that no one else is ever as messed up as you...
I survived my whole life this crazy insane way.~
Listening to what everyone else has to say.~
One major thing I forgot to do on my agenda was pray! !
Life got too hard for me so I planned an accident something big you know a scandal~
The first attempt didn’t get the attention I thought I required, so a jump would surely show them that I have blew completely off the handle....
I feel at times like I am back at square one.~
I feeling like screaming, crying and yelling at my evil- self ~
I really want to run.~
I want to hide back in that place that I almost was....
The place where the normal people cannot get me anymore and all I can feel is warm fuzz....
I’m sick of diagnoses....
I’m freaking sick of doctors...
I’m sick of being sick!
I’m sick of being scared!
I’m sick of pretty much everything that should have just been FAIR.~
I’m sick of being bi-polar~
I’m sick of being depressed~
I’m sick of ADHD, ANXIETY, OCD, ODD and all of the rest....
I’m sick of doctors trying to tell me who I am, my life no more will be a med changing test~!
I am me this is who I am...
I might be crazy, or a little off the wall. ~
I might want to cry and curl up in a ball.~
No more diagnoses! Nope, Not for me!
I am happy and content with letting the real inside me flow free.
Not what me the doctor of the week thinks the world should see.
poem by Cassanya Anderson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Doctor's Day 2012
Most Doctors…
Try their best to heal;
Do not try to steal;
Use their ken to deal
With patient's problems and do feel!
All Doctors…
Are just humans too;
Try to be humane and do
Their duty with ethics due,
Upgrading knowledge new.
A few Doctors…
May make errors great;
May fleece patients poor;
May not perform to their best,
And earn a bad name for the rest!
Doctors…
Are a noble lot and lucky slot,
Whose toil is praised but soon forgot;
Sacrifice their life-times but cannot
Find time to check own health from rot!
Wish Doctors all, ‘A Happy Doctors Day! '
May they labour, come what may;
For their kind work, may God repay
With heaven, and bless them His way!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 29-05-2012
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What Happened To His Village
He was born just a short distance from Adelaide
And he could see the sea from his back door
And in his young days there were not many houses
But the years have brought great change to Semaphore.
His sea side Village has grown to a coastal suburb
And his old Homeplace has undergone great change
Where once were trees and paddocks now there's houses
A stranger to your old Homeplace seems strange.
What happened to the Village of his childhood
The paddock where he played in years ago
He only can refer now to his memories
Of peaceful place the Homeplace he once did know.
The cottage of his childhood gone forever
A doctor's surgery where once it stood
And not one know him he is now a stranger
In Semaphore the place of his boyhood.
But of the past he still has good old memories
Of his old Village how it used to be
And from the cottage by the wide brown paddock
Six hundred yards off he could see the sea.
poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!