One-Eyed Teddy
Up on the telly seated
With an eternal frozen stare
Little prissy took out an eye
A year she was and teddy, who can tell?
Nothing unheard that is spoken
And no deed escapes the one eye
Times of pleasures seen with maidens
Yet the gift of speech unfound
And all secrets not told
poem by Nicholas Boateng
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Intermission
If the world should end, and we both die tonight.
Id have no more time to say the things I might.
Had I known that this last hour would come so soon.
Id have spent the last year speaking just to you.
And theyd be awkward all the things I would have said.
And thats the reason they have not been spoken yet.
But they mean too much to let them go unheard.
Even if I cannot really find the words.
Everyones moving
Im standing still
I stand frozen, stooped in headlights and I watch.
As fate rolls up near and strikes me where Im stopped.
So I look as all Ive wished for fades away.
Because fear grabbed a hold and kept me stuck in place.
But now I swear to everyone Ive broken free.
And most of all to you I vow to be
The best of everything which I know that I can.
Because now Im sure Ill always understand.
Times never frozen
I will move on
song performed by by Unsung Zeros
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A Postural Pose
All these reported things
they told repeatedly to me.
Seated with twisting snakes
envy desire bitter jealousy.
How tall she stands
how proud she looks.
Of her beauty envious
her beauty sparkling told.
Of five foreign languages
spoken with flawless fluency.
Without error inflected
better than native speaker.
Five languages yet
within this soul I grieve.
Five languages frozen
bound cannot express.
Non-communication
of your innermost self.
Expression others may do
at ease with language one.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The White Teddy Bear
I looked for a Valentine gift
To enhance my girls' belief
A gift is not only for fun
But it is also good for their long run
I found a white teddy bear
Wearing a pink heart in front
This white teddy bear
Loves all beings as she swears
There is no war
In her pink heart
There is a great love
She'd like to show
To her grandfathers
And her grandmothers
To her daddy
And her mommy
This white teddy bear
Is happy to share
The things she has
With all her grace
To her little sister
...Then all my daughters
Became the love givers
Just like the white teddy bear
To take a pink heart to wear.
poem by Duong Tam Quoc
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(We Have) No Secrets
We have no secrets
We tell each other everything
About the lovers in our past
And why they didn't last
We share a cast of characters from
A to Z
We know each other's fantasies
And though we know each other better
when we explore
Sometimes I wish
Often I wish
That I never knew some of those
secrets of yours
The water was cold
The beach was empty but for one
Now you were lying in the sun
Wanting and needing no one
Then some child came, you never
asked for her to come
She drank a pint of your rum
And later when you told me
You said she was a bore
Sometimes I wish
Oft times I wish
That I never, never knew
Some of those secrets of yours
In the name of honesty, in the name
of what is fair
You always answer my questions
but they don't always answer my
prayers
And though I know you say that it's
me that you adore
Sometimes I wish
Often I wish
That I never, never, never knew
Some of those secrets of yours
Some of those secrets of yours
Some of those secrets of yours
We have no secrets
Telling each other most everything now
[email protected]
song performed by by Carly Simon
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The Risk Is in the Giving
The risk is in the giving,
Not the taking of a gift one gets.
Many times that which is given,
An appreciation returned...
Seldom comes with it.
People take advantage,
Of what comes...
As a deed to please.
With an inspection to put a value,
On that which is received.
With a showing of an ungratefulness,
The giver of the gift to give...
Often leaves with this believed.
People take advantage,
Of what comes...
As a deed to please.
With an inspection to put a value,
On that which is received.
The risk is in the giving,
Not the taking of a gift one gets.
Many times that which is given,
An appreciation returned...
Seldom comes with it.
And when one does hear from another,
A thankfulness expressed.
The one who is gifted expresses this,
With an acknowledgement...
It is 'not' the gift one gets,
But the thoughtfulness of the one who gives...
And that is the exchange one does not soon forget.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prissy
There was a prissy missy
with morals, oh so silly
who tripped upon a lily
and fell into a pond.
Not wishing to be spotted,
looking wet and horrid
she never screamed or hollered
for help to come along.
So there, the prissy missy
bedraggled and distressed
did die beneath the water
in her fine new dress.
And as the mere did take her
she'd solace in the thought
that not a soul did see
her bedraggled and distraught.
The moral of this tale
is sad but very true
that if you're a prissy missy
no one will notice you.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Teddy Boy
This is the story
About a boy named ted.
If his mother said:
Ted, be good, he would.
Be good, ted. alright.
She told him tales
About a soldier dad,
But it made her sad.
Then she cried, oh my.
Ted used to tell her
He'd be twice as good
And he knew he could,
'cos in his head he said:
Mummy don't worry,
Your teddy boy's here
Taking good care of you.
Mama don't worry,
Your teddy boy's here.
Teddy's gonna see you through.
And she said:
Teddy don't worry
Your mummy's here,
Taking good care of you.
She said: teddy don't worry,
Your mummy's here,
Teddy's gonna see you through.
He said: ta da da...
Then came the day
She found herself a man.
Teddy turned and ran
Oh far away, oh yeah.
He couldn't stand
Just to be around,
So he left the town
Far away, yeah yeah.
Ted used to tell her
He'd be twice as good
And he know he could,
'cos in his head he said:
Mummy don't worry,
Now teddy boy's here,
Taking good care of you.
Mummy don't worry,
Your teddy boy's here.
Teddy's gonna see you through.
And she said:
Teddy don't worry,
Now mummy's here,
Taking good care of you.
Teddy don't worry,
Your mummy's here,
Mummy's gonna see you through.
And he said:
Mummy mummy don't worry,
Your teddy boy's here
Taking good care of you.
Mummy don't worry,
Now teddy boy's here.
Teddy's gonna see you through.
Take your partner
And don't [...],
Hold them tight
And don't let go.
Got it. jump up.
Take your partners
And don't see
When you got it,
Then let it go
Hold them tight then.
Now ted used to tell her
He'd be twice as good,
And he knew he could
'cos in his head, he said:
song performed by by Beatles
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The Lost Teddy
Once there was a little child who loved her teddy bear
She always has her teddy bear near her.
Her teddy bear keeps her happy when she’s asleep
The little child was in the bathroom, brushing her teeth
When a little fairy came in and took the little child’s teddy away
To a far away castle that no one knows about it
When the little child had finished doing her teeth, she notice her teddy was missing
She looked everywhere for the teddy
She was crying when she went to her mommy
The little fairy putted the little child’s teddy back on her bed
The little child went up to her bedroom thinking that her teddy was lost forever
But when she got to her bedroom, she saw her teddy lying at the end of the bed
She was so happy that she slept very well.
poem by Jessica Bousfield
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Dear Teddy
Dear teddy.
He's hurt me again.
He's taken my soul again.
And left it in the bin.
Teddy your my only saviour.
To you I can tell.
To you I can cry.
Teddy help me.
He's coming again.
And I can't hide.
Teddy what should I do?
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Upon The Rock
God’s always with me every day, to help with cares along the way,
He’s ever present, this I know, leading me always in the way to go,
The Ever Present Rock to lean on, ever present and always strong,
An Eternal Rock on which to stand, as He helps me to understand.
As the times that I’m in change, God’s eternal plan stays the same,
While the things around me fall, Christ is still the Lord God over all,
And whatever may be my cast lot, He’s the Lord, who changes not,
While upon the Rock I stood before, I shall also stand forevermore.
When changing times befall us, it’s God in Heaven, in who we trust.
Putting our lives into His Hand, as upon the Eternal Rock we stand,
The present time or coming year, as Believers, we need not to fear,
Never affected by falling stock, we’ve invested in The Eternal Rock.
As challenging as times may be, our goal and focus is still eternity,
We are safe from fear and harms, safe within the Everlasting Arms,
Of the Lord God, up above, who saved us through His Son’s Love,
Now seated in a Heavenly Place, and secured forever by His Grace.
Though this world may fall apart, we have His Spirit within our heart,
Pointing Believers to better things, as we live for The King of kings,
All of our times are in His Hands, in the midst of the shifting sands,
Until our feet are on that shore, of God’s Eternal Land, forevermore.
(Copyright ©07/2008)
A Teddy Bear Is Forever
There’s a spot in the garden of childhood,
That children and adults can share;
A place in the heart and memory,
For one’s very own stuffed teddy bear.
Now, a little girl’s dolls will get broken,
And a little boy’s kites fly away,
But a soft, cuddly teddy’s forever,
When we’ve gotten too grownup to play.
And a young lady’s dreams may be dampened,
And a man sees his plans go astray,
But a teddy bear kept from our childhood,
Through life’s troubles will faithfully stay.
For whether it’s kept in a bookcase,
Or lying on top of one’s bed,
A teddy bear waits for it’s owner,
With eyes wide awake in it’s head.
And if all the world’s children were given,
The gift of a soft teddy bear,
We should see their glad faces,
Reflecting love and goodwill everywhere.
© S.E.S
poem by Sara Stowell
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Secrets
I told her all my secrets.
Once started they came out almost by themselves and she acted so enchanted it was easy to just keep going on and on.
I told her about my first kiss, about my stealing grapes from the grocery store, one grape, is all it was, but I never forgot taking it. I told her about the time I told a lie to make myself seem more important than I was.
I had never been to Russia. But I said I did to impress my friends. I told her of times I had been quiet when I should have spoken up, of that moment of cowardice when I should have helped my friend when the gang caught us. I didn't help. I ran and they caught him. I didn't go back to help.
I revealed what I think about at night when I am going to sleep, my little vanities and self-deceptions because they seem harmless. I told her about the little mean things I've done and the day I learned that you could lie if it was small one and it kept someone from feeling hurt; of the secret anxieties i felt and the loves I lost and never knew why, of how I worry about being in shape all the time and the times in my twenties when I looked everywhere in faces on the street, in magazines, among strangers asking myself are you The One? I told her that quest never ended-I simply shortened the voyage because long quests can be tiring.
I told her of my secret desire to impress her by telling her my secrets; no pretending to tell her secrets so as to get her to tell me her secrets and this was my ultimate secret which, of course was no secret at all, since I told.
She laughed saying 'I know but the gesture, I thought was sweet.'
So, I said, 'Do you have pretend secrets for me? ' 'Sure, ' she said, 'but I will mix in the telling some real ones, like you did, and we can then both guess which ones were true. A little mystery never hurt anyone.'
So she began to reciprocate tellling me her first kiss was through a screen door and her mother asked what was wrong with her lips, about never realizing until she was ten that it went in... there.. About the shock of all of it. About the time she saw her mother and dad doing it. She told me about the first time which was very very short, and the boy who was afraid and fumbly. About her first push-em-bra and lace underthings she bought at Victoria's Secret and the party where some one felt her up in the dark and she let him. About her belief that she had lived in some previous life and remembered bits and pieces of it.
About how she thought when getting her period that she was dying and didn't tell anyone until her mother discovered the blood. Her first boy friend who was sweet and a virgin and so was she. She thought you could get pregnant from tonguing when kissing; about her first O and how it scared her; how she looked in the mirror afterwards to she if she had changed; about how scared she was when it came time to deliver the baby.
We talked for hours, mostly about the secrets but ultimately we started to share dreams. She wanted to be a ballerina but had to give it up. I wanted to be a sports star, but too short. We share dreams gains and lost, mostly lost, given up for a good job or the quest for one or for family and kids.
From that first 'she called my number by mistake call' we call once a year, in secret of course, and share some more. We've never met. Don't need to. I already know all her secrets and she knows mine.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The praisers
You might not spot them in a crowd –
but for that certain stillness of the self-contained:
in conversation, not until some detail
of an action, person, or a deed
sparks their mind; then from their heart -
not, pours – but rather, in a fine, fine stream
of exquisite precision, flows - their praise:
as if their whole self gives itself to you
in some new form of thought, in which
there is no longer, they and you –
you are united in exalted praise;
and their eye shines – inviting you to join
a world above: perhaps they sum the virtue
of a person, action, deed; and yet,
while they are speaking, praise is seated there
above the virtues; they are prophets, seers,
visionaries of that which in our praise, we are..
and perhaps, you try to join them in your speech –
how awkwardly praise sits upon your tongue!
you, who prided so yourself, a balanced judge
of all your fellow humans…find yourself
now at some sad and puny tongue-tied loss..
so, practise, in ourselves, a year or two –
(there’s silent praise – the eye gives that away…)
and praise the praiseful in their mighty work:
another world awaits: where we become
the prophets of ourselves in timeless life.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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On The Second Night
i like the
wall
of separation
within it
is the silence
that i could
have written
since
i cannot
speak it
i tried
many times to reduce
the color
of silence
into something
like
black here and
white
over there
i want to capture
it in
some letters
like bars
and rectangles
formed
by my hands
i have never
done so
well
i am not good at
capturing
the perfect moment
it escapes
always it escapes
always
it escapes
because it is
free
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life's A Gift
Life’s a gift for you to send
Life’s a gift for god to end
Life’s a gift now you’re with me
Life’s a gift for all to see
Life’s a gift when love is true
Life’s a gift when times look blue
Life’s a gift with the one you trust
Life’s a gift even if UN just
Life’s a gift a ray of sun
Life’s a gift though your heads held to a gun
Life’s a gift when its handed on a tray
Life’s a gift even though it’s always on display
Life’s a gift it’s hard to understand how
Life’s a gift so take advantage of it now
poem by SharonAnn Dawson
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No Secrets
(carly simon)
We have no secrets
We tell each other everything
About the lovers in the past
And why they didn't last
We share a cast of characters from a to z
We know each others fantasies
And though we know each other better when we explore
Sometimes i wish
Often i wish
That i never knew some of those secrets of yours
The water was cold
The beach was empty but for one
Now you were lying in the sun
Wanting and needing no-one
Then some child came, you never asked for her to come
She drank a pint of your rum
And later when you told me
You aid she was a bore
Sometimes i wish
Often i wish
That i never knew some of those secrets of yours
In the name of honesty, in the name of what is fair
You always answer my questions
But they don't always answer my prayers
And though i know you say that it's me that you adore
Sometimes i wish
Often i wish
That i never, never, never knew
Some of those secrets of yours
Some of those secrets of yours
Some of those secrets of yours
We have no secrets
Telling each other most everything now
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Secrets
Written: stock aitken waterman
1a:
Still dont know how he got my number
Thought Id got him out of my life
But I agreed to see him just one time
Never thought Id fall for him twice
1b:
Ohh, youve gotta hear my confession
I believe its long overdue
I cant think of living without you
Id understand if thats what youd wanna do
Chorus:
There are
Secrets that you never know
Secrets in a private room
Secrets that I kept from you
Pillow talk in the afternoon
2:
Never wanted to hurt you
Didnt really want to deceive
I was so afraid if I told you
Your broken heart would force you to leave
I think I knew what I was doing
By falling into his arms again
I wish Id seen right through him
But Im telling you cos Im so ashamed
Chorus:
(repeat 2 times)
1b:
Chorus:
Secrets, secrets, secrets
Pillow talk in the afternoon
Chorus:
(repeat & fade)
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Sign O The Times
Oh yeah
In france a skinny man
Died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle
And soon she did the same
At home there are seventeen-year-old boys
And their idea of fun
Is being in a gang called the disciples
High on crack, totin a machine gun
Time, time
Hurricane annie ripped the ceiling of a church
And killed everyone inside
U turn on the telly and every other story
Is tellin u somebody died
Sister killed her baby cuz she could afford 2 feed it
And were sending people 2 the moon
In september my cousin tried reefer 4 the very first time
Now hes doing horse, its june
Times, times
Its silly, no?
When a rocket ship explodes
And everybody still wants 2 fly
Some say a man aint happy
Unless a man truly dies
Oh why
Time, time
Baby make a speech, star wars fly
Neighbors just shine it on
But if a night falls and a bomb falls
Will anybody see the dawn
Time, times
Its silly, no?
When a rocket blows
And everybody still wants 2 fly
Some say a man aint happy, truly
Until a man truly dies
Oh why, oh why, sign o the times
Time, time
Sign o the times mess with your mind
Hurry before its 2 late
Lets fall in love, get married, have a baby
Well call him nate... if its a boy
Time, time
Time, time
song performed by by Prince
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Teddy Bear Christmas
All the teddy bears love the snow,
They are always ready with their sleds to go.
I love their spirit of adventure and play,
All their joy and love for boys and girls comes with a teddy bear hug.
Traveling to visit their friends,
The snow is coming down, it's almost Christmas Day.
I know they celebrate the holiday,
That is the teddy bear way.
Somewhere in the pines,
The Teddy Bear Christmas tree is all aglow,
Bright lights calling them to dance and sing.
It is a pretty sight to see.
They eat the candies and cakes,
Open Christmas presents they made.
Play games and sing,
Teddy Bear Christmas bells ring,
Bless all the teddy bears everywhere,
Teddy Bear Christmas is finally here.
poem by Darby Diana
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When I got a telly we had no aerial, but I discovered that if I or one of the children stood by it you could get a picture. So I had to make a statue that could stand by the telly.
quote by Beryl Bainbridge
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