Pond Water Life
Ponds are in the country of sin,
Loads of partners of crime,
Salt in the waters of slime,
Just in the end it is kin.
Carts are managed by tin,
Avoid the lady of time,
Afford a payment of the same,
Forever, the carts are folding in.
But when does the folly stop,
If it did help me not,
If it was sorry for itself?
When the foe was the top,
Where he gave us a lot
Of the ten minutes enough.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Partners In Crime
Alright
I know your wheels are turning, got your fire burning
I know your hearts as cold as stone
Youre covered in abuses, dripping with excuses
I know you got a lover at home
But youll come here to me, time after time
Youll go down on your knees
Yeah girl I can read your mind
Because were partners in crime, partners in crime
Your going empty handed, smiling like a bandit
Knocking on my window each night
Youre sweeter than a beauty queen, darker than a limousine
Need me cause I feel right
Yeah when its sink or its swim and the temperature flies
You get your body so close and lay it all on the line
Because were partners in crime, partners in crime
Because were partners in crime, ooh yeah
When its sink or swim and the tales thats youre blind
You get your body so close and lay it all on the line
Because were partners in crime, partners in crime
Ooh yeah, because were partners in crime
Because were partners in crime
Partners in crime, partners in crime
Lets go, ha
song performed by by Kiss
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Partners In Crime
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
Even though we aint no brothers
We follow the spiritual light
Its thicker than blood
And harder than stone
We overcome stormy waters
Climb up the mountain so high
The day will come
When we bring it home
Were on some kind of a mission
For what we believe in our hearts
Were reaching out for our visions
cause we are partners in crime
Any time
Partners in crime
On the crimson sky
We ride the thunder, the lightning
To find the key to our faith
We keep searching for
The peace of mind (yeah)
He walked the road of a warrior
Stand up and do what it takes
cause these things life
Aint worth a dime
Out in a world of confusion
Searching for light in the dark
We turn the wheel of illusion
cause we are partners in crime
Any time
Partners in crime
On the crimson sky
We hold on to what money cant buy
cause friends will be friends
Till the day that we die
We go on until the end of time
Once youre in
You just cant get away
Even though we aint no brothers
We follow the spiritual light
Its thicker than blood
And harder than stone
We overcome stormy waters
Climb up the mountain so high
The day will come
When we bring it home
Were on some kind of a mission
For what we believe in our hearts
Were reaching out for our visions
cause we are partners in crime
Any time
Partners in crime
On the crimson sky
Partners in crime
Any time
Partners in crime
On the crimson sky
....
song performed by by Scorpions
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Hugged Gwenth Paltrow's Grandmother
Standing outside on a sunny day,
standing with bright old lady whose a spunky but a little grey.
and also her CNA, we laughed and talked away.
Then I told them I don't work here anymore,
they were both sad, for they adored me and my smile,
They enjoyed my company while I was there for awhile.
I helped them with carts and also held the door.
They would miss my stories which they adored.
So then when it was time to say goodbye,
I gave a big hug to both before I cried.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on Februay 13,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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I'm sorry for the Dead—Today
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I'm sorry for the Dead—Today—
It's such congenial times
Old Neighbors have at fences—
It's time o' year for Hay.
And Broad—Sunburned Acquaintance
Discourse between the Toil—
And laugh, a homely species
That makes the Fences smile—
It seems so straight to lie away
From all of the noise of Fields—
The Busy Carts—the fragrant Cocks—
The Mower's Metre—Steals—
A Trouble lest they're homesick—
Those Farmers—and their Wives—
Set separate from the Farming—
And all the Neighbors' lives—
A Wonder if the Sepulchre
Don't feel a lonesome way—
When Men—and Boys—and Carts—and June,
Go down the Fields to "Hay"—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Hugged Gwenth Paltrow's Grandmother
Standing outside on a sunny day,
standing with bright old lady who is spunky but a little grey.
and also her CNA, we laughed and talked away.
Then I told them I don't work here anymore,
they were both sad, for they adored me and my smile,
They enjoyed my company while I was there for awhile.
I helped them with carts and also held the door.
They would miss my stories which they adored.
So then when it was time to say goodbye,
I gave a big hug to both before I cried.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on Februay 13,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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In front of liquor store, monday
Cars, buses spalsh puddles
to pavement far and wide
shopping carts tipped over
onto the lawn; beside
citizens wait in rain at bus
stop.
one lacks bus fare
I pay her way
I continue sitting sober
at the bus stop
in front of the liquor store
-benmyles
A Few Minutes To Spare
Sometimes when I am out
someone will stop and talk to me
hoping I can spare
a few minutes of my time.
They tell me their life story,
how long they were married,
where they were wed,
how many children that they have
and where they are all gone,
mainly to different countries
so very far away.
You know by that
they are lonely
with no one to pass the time of day
except to talk to strangers
hoping they can spare a few minutes
of their time to talk to someone lonely
within their busy day.
It does not cost any money
to listen once and a while
to a lonely stranger
who needs to feel someone cares.
I stop whenever I can
because I would like to think
someone would do it for me
if I were in the same position.
10 October 2009
Author’s note:
This poem was inspired by and elderly lady I took the time to talk to while I was in Stratford earlier this year. I spared her those few minutes and cheered her up a bit.
poem by David Harris
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Time Carts us Away like Wheels
this shirt and me
are both wearing time
one day we all wear out
time carts us all away
like wheels that fail to
keep up with the whirls, whools
a snake shedding its skins
the rocket letting go of its spent parts
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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There's as many good horses in carts as in coaches.
I've sold my records outta shopping carts on the street.
These three take crooked ways: carts, boats, and musicians.
Crime Partners
Business partners
Aren’t knitted together
As crime partners are.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Whose Blame?
'A woman's work is never done,'
Said she.
'From dawn to setting of the sun,'
Said she.
'I toil and moil and work and slave,
And do my best to pinch and save,
And yet you say I don't behave,'
Said she.
And twenty men in twenty carts
In that suburban street
Long, long before the daylight starts
Are setting out with cakes and tarts
And fish and milk and meat
And cauliflowers, beans and bread
What time my lady lies in bed.
'All day I have to live alone,'
Said she.
'Attending to the door or 'phone,'
Said she.
'While you go gaily into town
To meet your friends, I want a gown,
A hat! This life has got me down,'
Said she.
And twenty men when day is done,
In that suburban street,
Who have performed the task of one
(If things more orderly were done),
Drive back along their beat. . .
It seems absurd. But, all the same,
Is it my lady who's to blame,
For all these economic cares,
Or just man's muddling of affairs?
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Folly
(For A. K. K.)
What distant mountains thrill and glow
Beneath our Lady Folly's tread?
Why has she left us, wise in woe,
Shrewd, practical, uncomforted?
We cannot love or dream or sing,
We are too cynical to pray,
There is no joy in anything
Since Lady Folly went away.
Many a knight and gentle maid,
Whose glory shines from years gone by,
Through ignorance was unafraid
And as a fool knew how to die.
Saint Folly rode beside Jehanne
And broke the ranks of Hell with her,
And Folly's smile shone brightly on
Christ's plaything, Brother Juniper.
Our minds are troubled and defiled
By study in a weary school.
O for the folly of the child!
The ready courage of the fool!
Lord, crush our knowledge utterly
And make us humble, simple men;
And cleansed of wisdom, let us see
Our Lady Folly's face again.
poem by Joyce Kilmer
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The Salt In My Tears
Ive tried and Ive tried for so long to please you
Gave you every bit of my time
Gave you everything I could possibly give you
My body, my heart, and my mind
I turned my family and good friends against me
Listened to my own heart break
And I did it all in the name of love
Gave up myself for your sake
And you never cared about me
You only hurt and deceive
I realize after all of these years
That you aint worth the salt in my tears
Youve cheated, youve lied and youve hurt me
Over and over again
You promised to love me forever
But forever reached a bitter sweet end
Been blinded by love to your actions
But at last I can see my way clear
Ive cried and Ive tried, and Ive tried and Ive cried
But you, youve never shed one tear
cause you never cared about me
You only hurt and deceive
I realize after all of these years
That you aint worth the salt in my tears
You aint worth, you aint worth the salt in my tears
Treated like dirt, Im hurt, I aint hangin round here
Youve left me crying, left me crying for years
But you aint worth the salt in my tears
You never cared about me
You only hurt and decieve
I realize after all of these years
That you aint worth the salt in my tears
No you aint worth the salt in my tears
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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I'll Never See You As Cupid
10 minutes.
5 minutes.
No minutes of my time,
To
Waste my priorities.
Just to start an argument,
To please that need.
1 minute
2 minutes
No minutes will I find,
To
Let you mess around with me.
Trying to destroy my every bit of peace.
You're not gonna rock my boat,
I float on peaceful waters.
No.
Your envy and that jealousy...
Will not get again that close to me.
1 minute
2 minutes
No minutes will I find,
To
Let you mess around with me.
Trying to destroy my every bit of peace.
You're not gonna rock my boat,
I float on peaceful waters.
No.
Your envy and that jealousy...
Will not get again that close to me.
You can swing back and forth on a rope,
To get me to notice your show.
But that swinging that you're doing is a childish thing.
And bringing much attention to a fool,
Who
Only broods...
In 'stupid'!
10 minutes.
5 minutes.
No minutes of my time,
To
Waste my priorities.
Just to start an argument,
To please that need.
And...
Whatever you do,
I'll never see you as cupid.
You brood too much,
Like a fool who's doin' stupid!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dogs to kin
If I were given which to choose,
I would rather have birds than planes,
Fish than ships, carts than cars,
Horses than bikes, and dogs than kin.
23.02.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Travelling in My Heart
Rich people travel in cars,
Poor people travel in carts,
But some as sweet and special as you will always travel in my heart,
And I'll tell you from the start you'll never have to walk,
Becuase my heart is strenghtened by your beauty,
You are such a cutey,
I want you to remain in my heart forever and ever,
I take you wherever I go,
Baby I love you and this you know
poem by Shutter Queen
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Love I have served, for such length of time
Love I have served, for such length of time
If I forsake Him no man should blame me,
Now I go, and commend him to God in rhyme,
Man shouldn’t give his whole life to folly.
And he’s a fool who can’t keep from loving,
And can’t see in it all these torments of mine.
I’d be thought a child if I furthered the crime,
There’s a season for everything in being.
I’ve never been like those other men
Who having loved, seek to decry him,
And speak of him with boorish intent:
A man shouldn’t sell his loyalty towards him
Nor slander his Lord nor turn against him:
Let whoever renounces avoid dissent.
For myself, my wishes are all well meant.
May lovers have joy, now I’m free again.
Love has been good to me until now,
For he made me love with nobility
The loveliest and the best I vow,
That in my opinion’s ever been seen.
Love wishes it and my Lady begs me
To leave off loving, I thank her and bow,
Since it pleases my lady I do allow
No better reason than that for me.
No other reward from Love I received
Long though I served him faithfully:
But God in his mercy has rescued me,
And released me from his mastery.
Since I’ve escaped with my life, I see
This as the best hour of life, set free,
And I’ll still write many an elegy,
And many a sonnet and eulogy.
A man at the outset should always take care
To aim at something modest to win,
Though Love won’t always let us beware
What we choose as object, or what we think.
We fall for a stranger, and in we sink,
Who lives so far off we can’t travel there,
Rather than with one who’s always near:
And that shows the folly Love traps us in.
Now God save me from love, and loving again,
Except love of Her whom we should love here,
Through whom every man’s redeemed from sin.
poem by Thibaut de Champagne
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