I Have Heaven
I have heavens in my garden of bags,
These house the palaces of your design,
Openly the maidens have worn their candor.
Some lucky frown has fallen down,
Bags of ability and worry swear to it,
But fortune wails and wonders from the heart.
I have parcels of assertion in these gates,
Earth shall be the straightforward home
Of a world of worlds, calling their sirens.
I have the charm,
I saw obvious enchantments in the path,
Towards the bag of pride was an escape.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Suitcases Don't Have Wings
Small bags big bags
Black bags white bags
Suitcases hey hey hey
For work and for play
Crammed full of things
Suitcases dont have wings
White bags black bags
Complete with one-way tags
Dragging us down
Ever closer to the ground
All the time they sing
Suitcases dont have wings
Big bags small bags
That behind us we drag
Past present and future
We cram so much in n' gotcha
We've been forgetting
suitcases dont have wings
All bags every bag
That we painfully drag
Drop them at jesus feet
Cause all ur needs he'll meet
Suitcases hey hey hey
They get in the way
Drop them if you want in
Suitcases dont have wings
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Samsonite Man
I don't wanna do this over and over
(verse 1)
He's a man so full of style and grace
Any woman being impressed
Takes a smile and paints it on your face
Makes you feel like you've been blessed
Promises things so special
Seems to come right from a song
Soon as you begin to feel secure
Turn around and he is gone
(chorus)
Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go
Packing his bags,gotta go
He's a Samsonite Man
(verse 2)
Maybe he is just a rollin stone
Wandering from here to there
Searching for a place to call his home
Wonder if he even cares
So many years of heartache and pain
That's all you seem to know him for
Is it you, or is it he to blame?
Whenever he walks out your door
(chorus)
Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go
Packing his bags,gotta go
He's a Samsonite Man
Where you're always running to, away from me?
(bridge)
If the wind blows you in my direction
You'd come through the rendezvous
Forget about your good attention
Leave me lonely and confused
Mr.Samsonite pack a bag
That is my suggestion
From here on out you will be leaving
My discretion yeah
So I know the game baby
And it will never be the same (no no no no no)
cause now I got him
(chorus)
Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go
Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go
Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go (Now you gotta go)
Packing his bags,gotta go (I can't take it no more)
Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go (What do I love him for)
Packing his bags,gotta go
He's a Samsonite Man
Why don't you just go
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, woah woah yeah yeah
You can't hurt me no more baby
You can't touch me
You can't hurt me no more baby
Gotta go, gotta go
Pack your bag, pack it up
Gotta go, hit the road Jack
You ain't gotta go home, but you can get the hell outta here
song performed by by Alicia Keys
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Punching bag..
Have a few friends, is good,
Be attached with our relatives, is the best,
because we can make them,
the punching bags.
quiet punching bags,
listening punching bags,
tolerant punching bags and
comforting punching bags.
They are just a call away,
call them with confidence,
talk to them,
we are happy and no stress.
They are just a call away,
call them with confidence,
share your thoughts,
only to people, trustworthy.
Stay alone not good,
be a punching bag,
to others. Listen to them,
there will no stressed out people,
loose on the roads,
tears in the eyes,
clouds in the brain,
betrayal in the heart,
looking for booze and drugs.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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You've Been Booted So Scoot
Mismatchd mates fight.
In arguments..
Over who did what wrong.
Inspite of who is right.
And which one makes more sense...
To convince the one incensed!
Both are stubborn infidels,
Yelling to end a relationship...
That has been sitting precariously,
On a dubious fence.
While anyone listening in on this,
Wishes they both shut up.
And seal their lips.
Instead of making loud noises.
And breaking up stuff in fits.
Anyone listening to this nonsense sits down.
Or creeps to the wall without making a sound.
To hear very carefully...
With hopes the floor doesn't creek.
As they tip toe around...
To get their ears close as possible,
To what is near...
And going down!
'I saw you cheating on me,
With that home wrecker living across the street.
If you believe that sleaze is better...
You can get up from here and leave.'
~You aint my momma or my poppa.
Stop trying to control everything I do.
I'm not the one pleasured in midnight specials.
The dogs and cats know that rat is you! ~
*ooo...ssshhh.
This is juicy.*
~You don't have the authority,
To tell me what I can't do.
I will do what I please!
Your booty aint that good to screw! ~
*Lawd!
Now YOU know...
When the booty aint right,
That starts a fight.
ooo...this is juicy*
~If anyone here is going to get up and leave...
You're the one that's going to do it.
And if you don't,
I'll call the police.
And when they arrive...
I'll lie to say you've been hitting on me.~
*Lie-uh! *
~Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot.
Pack.
Your.
Bags...
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot.
There is nothing to revisit.
And there is nothing to renew.
So pack.
Your.
Bags...
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot.
There is nothing to revisit.
And there is nothing to renew.
You and and I are finished...
And that door you're going through!
So pack.
Your.
Bags...
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot!
You don't have to bother,
To put on your shoes.
Just pack your bags.
I've had it.
Get up and get out.
You've been booted,
So scoot! ~
*Don't you dare!
I wont get this excitement anywhere.*
**Horace...
Will you come from over there,
And sit down!
You are worse than you say,
My nosy friends are! **
*Sssshhh...*
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leaving Home
My bags are packed
and I’m leaving home.
My old heart wants to roam.
I don’t know where I am going
and I don’t know how long I’ll be gone
or when I’ll be back again.
There is wanderlust in my soul,
a call I have to answer.
My bags are packed
and I am leaving today.
I will be back when my wanderings are though.
How many days that will be,
is hard to tell, only that I must go.
6 February 2009
poem by David Harris
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Readymade
An open road where I can breathe
Where the lowest low is calling to me
I can pull myself back up back down
Stuck together like a readymade
And nobody knows where we been
Cancelled rations are running thin
Watches tick out of tune
Falling apart like a readymade
My bags are waiting
In the next life
Rubbish piles fresh and plain
Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain
License plates stowaway
Standing in line like a readymade
And my bags are waiting
in the next life
An open road where I can breathe
Where the lowest low is calling to me
I can pull myself back up back down
Stuck together like a readymade
And my bags are waiting
in the next life
song performed by by Beck from Odelay
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Colours Of The Rainbow
COLOURS OF THE RAINBOW
There is something i need to say
its been so long i have waited for today
i have seen all the colours of the rainbow
as i watched the sky through my window
but i cant be happy with just that
i wanna live those colours feel them in my heart
i am packing my bags and hittin the runway
dont hold my hand and ask me to stay
i have the colours of the rainbow in my eye
its all i really need to survive
i cant go on behind these four walls
i wanna live and feel it all
dont worry if i fall and bleed
with time it shall all heal
i am no longer the little girl you knew
the girl who always came home to you
i am going beyond these walls and this town
walking into the chaos and the crowd
please dont tell me what to do
you know i really do love you
but its time i make my own mistake
i know i will get through all the heartbreak
i am packing my bags and hitting the runway
you know i will make it through someday
i will fly through the highs and dig through the lows
and i know i will find the colours of the rainbow
i feel the wind calling me
goodbye......its time to leave....
poem by Kaavyaa Kriday
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In These Sessons
in the night where the moon shins my soul sleeps and my heart bets.
in the cold winther nights my soul sleeps and my heart crys out for your wormth.
in the hot summer days my soul awakes and my heart feeds for you heart of shade.
in the cool spring nights my soul sleeps and my heart bags for your soft sweet heart.
in the fall morings where the leaves fall my heart crys bags hurts for your key to your heart.
in these sessons my soul sleeps and awakes my heart bets crys bags and hurts for your heart to lay aganst my heart.
poem by Stephen Vega
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Whose Country?
This is the Earth we all brlong to,
In the beginning were Adam and Eve created;
My Earth,
Your Earth,
Our Earth,
Their Earth,
This is the Earth that we all belong to.
My country,
Your country,
Our country,
Their country,
Whose country is the best?
Adam and Eve were placed in the Garden of Eden.
We are in tne same garden today,
This garden is now called Earth;
So did they increased and multiplied.
Whose country is this?
Spreading all over the Earth we came.
From Eden to what we have today,
Whose world?
This is the Earth that we all belong to.
My world,
Your world,
Our world,
Their world,
We are the same people from the same source;
We came from Adam and Eve.
From generations unto generations,
The same people into different colours today;
This is the Earth that we all belong to.
Of many colours taday to enhance the beauty os Earth,
The same homan race from the beginning;
Whose people are they?
My people,
Your people,
Their people,
From one language to many languages today;
So, why worry about the colour of one's skin?
Without Adam and Eve,
Could we have been here today?
Why then create the boundaries?
We are the same people.
This is the Earth that we all belong to,
Why can't we see the truth and live?
This is my home,
This is your home,
This is our home,
This is their home,
The very Earth that we all live in.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Empty Handed
Here I am, take me
It's easier to give in no oo woo oo woo oo o
Some people mistake me
They only hear what they want to hear
If you're losing sleep, forgive me
I just can't keep pretending
I'm packing my bags 'cause I don't wanna be
The only one who's drowning in their misery
And I'll take that chance 'cause I just wanna breathe
And I won't look back and wonder how it's supposed to be
How it's supposed to be ho woo
There's a prism by the window
It lets the light leak in no oo woo oo woo oo o
I wish you would let me
You feel the water but do you swim mm mm oh oo oh oo woo oo oh
And it's only me, empty handed
With a childish grin, and a camera
I'm packing my bags 'cause I don't wanna be
The only one who's drowning in their misery
And I'll take that chance 'cause I just wanna pray
And I won't look back and wonder how it's supposed to be
How it's supposed to be ho woo woo
How it's supposed to be
La da, n da, n da n da n da
La da, n da, n da n da aye, aye
La da n da n da n da aye aye
La da n da n da
La da, n da, n da n da n da
La da, n da, n da n da aye, aye
La da n da n da n da aye aye
La da n da n da
Well I'm packing my bags 'cause I don't wanna be
The only one who's drowning in their misery
And I'll take that chance 'cause I just wanna breathe
And I won't look back and wonder how it's supposed to be
How it's supposed to be
Tell me how it's supposed to be
Tell me how, tell me how, tell me how it's supposed to be
Ohh oo woo ho oo oh, ho oo woo ho oo woo
Only one, the only one who's drowning in their misery
'Cause I'm packing my bags
'Cause I'm packing my bags
And I won't be back
Yeah eh yeah
Packing my bags 'cause I don't want to be Ohh oo woo, yeah eh yeah
song performed by by Michelle Branch
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Share your M&Ms. There are bags and bags of them all over the place. If you give them one of yours, even one of the green ones, you will not be lacking. Honust Injun. Now apply this to Time, Concern, Touch, Interest and Being Vulnerable.
quote by Hugh Elliott
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Find My Fortune
Backwoods killer from a river town
A mixed up kid that let his hair hang down
High school rebel, hes always been bad
And his poor old mans still wondring bout the lad
But hes gone, gone away to find his fortune.
Theres a long-haired lady lookin for a home
With her young son, hed left them both alone
And his black-haired lovers got a broken heart
cause her lonely boy just wont play the part
cause hes gone, gone away to find his fortune.
And its been a long, long way
From that little town to l.a.
And I cant turn around
Ladies, Im gone, gone away to find my fortune.
A restless nature fed my crazy dreams
So I packed my bags in a big limousine
Laughed at the people who were laughin at me
Laughed and said Im gonna be what I be
And Im gone, gone away to find my fortune.
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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To retain the fortune
Fortune visits the people being
Without ambition or assertion.
However, to retain the fortune
One must have ambition and assertion
29.06.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Filemon
Early in the morning
before the first coffee cups are set
and the first brew is made
Filemon arrives.
At a time I see him
riding a big black bicycle
and how he struggles
to get all the parcels
to the post office.
Later he drives a blue-grey station wagon
from which he carries a load of parcels
and never there’s a difference of a cent
on the money that he banks
and even when he’s doing his work
to the best of his ability,
a decision is made
that he must stay a messenger
and have to drive people and parcels around.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Resurection
When from sin we were first forgiven,
Asleep at the foot on frosty bed wake,
Look for locks to open the gates of heaven,
And change the sheet we take.
To hastily dress in graceful dignity,
And mortal things upon which are frown,
Lay in silent arbors to bequeath the clay,
Which made the dust our temporary home?
In walking, and talking, soon we’ll be taken,
Since we came into the world with nothing,
We inherited sin, but by grace we are given,
And receive hope to make a new beginning.
Although death, subdue for a moments glow,
In resurrection this world will be renew,
And the weak will live; and rise, and grow,
Immortalize with wind and breath and dew.
Like a crusade wrought for a stately crown,
The transformation of life awaits humanity,
In breath that comes from every sound,
Resurrection opens the gates of prophecy.
Upon where earth lies spinning in space,
So high, that covering penance is meekly worn,
To translate the earthly crown for a fuller grace,
In the presence of God joy is happily worn.
poem by Gerry Legister
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From Small Things
At 16 she quit high school
To make a fortune in the promise land
Got a job behind the counter
Of an all-night hamburger stand
She wrote faithfully home to mama:
"now mama, don't you worry none"
From small things, mama, big things one day come
It was late one friday
As he pulled in out of the dark.
He was tall and handsome;
First she took his order; then she took his heart.
They bought a house up on a hillside
Where little feet once had run
From small things, mama, big things one day come.
Good love is fleeting,
It's sad but it's true
But when your heart is bleeding,
You don't wanna hear the news
She packed her bags; went to wyoming with a real estate man
They drove down to tampa in an el dorado grande
She writes home "dear mama, life is heaven in the sun"
From small things, mama, big things one day come
She shot him dead
On a sunny florida road,
But when they caught her asll she said was
She couldn't stand the way he drove.
Back home, lonesome johnny
Waits for his baby's parole;
He sits high up on a hillside,
Where the wyoming river flows.
At his feet, and almost grown now,
Sits a daughter and a handsome son.
From small things, mama, big things one day come
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Immaterial
Seasons are changing
The evenings closing in
Buy a small house down
Where everything looks bright
And cleaned so right
I hope I can see you
You seem so far away
Everyones leaving, theyve got to get away
And search for that dreamland so pack your bags
Create the brand new day
I hope I can see you
So many miles from home
Im lost without a phone
But around the world we go
What can I tell you?
Its immaterial
And what can I say now that Im out in the cold?
Your letters speak of so many things we find so rare
A steady job, cold charity
But its kinder so they say...
I hope I can see you
So many miles from home
Im lost without a phone
But around the world we go
What can I tell you?
Its immaterial
And what can I say now that Im out in the cold?
Wherever you set your heart
Its best to call it home
But in a modern world
10,000 leagues are not too far to rome
I hope I can see you
So many miles from home and Im lost without a phone
But around the world we go
What can I tell you?
Its immaterial
And what can I say now that Im out in the cold?
Its immaterial
Its immaterial
song performed by by Haircut 100
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From Small Things (Big Things One Day Come)
At sixteen she quit high school to
make her fortune in the promised land
she got a job behind the counter in an
all night hamburhger stand
she wrote faithfully home to mama
"Now mama don't you worry none"
From small things, mama
Big things one day come
It was late one Friday he pulled in
out of the dark
He was tall and handsome;first she
took his order, then she took his heart
They bought a house up on the hillside
Where little feet soon would run
From small things, mama
Big things one day come
BRIDGE
Oh but love is fleeting
It's sad but true
But when your heart is beating
You don't wanna hear the news
She packed her bags
and with a Wyomie County real state man
She ran down to Tampa
In and "El Dorado Grande"
She wrote back home, "Dear Mama
Life is just heaven in the sun
From small things, mama
Big things one day come"
Well she shot him dead
On a sunny Florida road
When they caught her all she said
Was she could't stand the way he drove
Back home lonesome Johnny
Prays for his baby's parole
He waits on the hillside
Where the Wyomie waters roll
At his feet and almost grown now
A blue-eyed daughter and a handsome son
Well from small things, mama
Big things one day come
Well from small things, mama
Big things one day come
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Get Gone
hey, come in here for a minute
sit down
come here, cuz we gotta talk, ok
well, u just stay here for a little bit tonight
man, i need to go to sleep
yo, i want you try to understand somethin, ok?
now, just listen
And then again
You know I try to make it work,
but you and I
seems like I was always by myself
Like you didn't ever, ever wanna help
the strain you put on me, you let me down
can you tell me why, after all I've done for you and us
You know, I hate to say it, but I gotta tell you som'
I think I better leave you alone
So get your bags and get the hell on
see, because I don't want you no more
I don't want you no more
I think you better leave me alone
So get your bags, get the hell on, get gone
because love ain't here no more
I don't know if it hurts to hear me say all of these words,
but then again, I guess by now, I really don't care
Always thought that it could work
thought it could be, baby you and me
tell me, what happened to us?
Wait a minute, don't speak
Right now all I wanna see is you leavin
Leave me alone
Get your bags, get the hell on
Cuz I don't want you no more
Said I think you better leave me alone
Get your bags, get the hell on
Cuz love ain't here no more
See, I tried to do it right
Tried to make you see the light
All that I wanted, All that I needed, was you in my life
Havin broke down and for what?
Changed so many times, forgot who the real me was
But it's alright, I said it's cool
(wind down
song performed by by Ideal
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From Small Things (Big Things One Day Come)
At 16 she quit high school
To make a fortune in the promise land
Got a job behind the counter
Of an all-night hamburger stand
She wrote faithfully home to mama:
"now mama, dont you worry none"
From small things, mama, big things one day come
It was late one friday
As he pulled in out of the dark.
He was tall and handsome;
First she took his order; then she took his heart.
They bought a house up on a hillside
Where little feet once had run
From small things, mama, big things one day come.
Good love is fleeting,
Its sad but its true
But when your heart is bleeding,
You dont wanna hear the news
She packed her bags; went to wyoming with a real estate man
They drove down to tampa in an el dorado grande
She writes home "dear mama, life is heaven in the sun"
From small things, mama, big things one day come
She shot him dead
On a sunny florida road,
But when they caught her asll she said was
She couldnt stand the way he drove.
Back home, lonesome johnny
Waits for his babys parole;
He sits high up on a hillside,
Where the wyoming river flows.
At his feet, and almost grown now,
Sits a daughter and a handsome son.
From small things, mama, big things one day come
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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