Seagulls (The Macroposopus)
Let us pretend love
For the day
The life we live
And you stepping away
Suppose a useless soul depraves
But now suppose
The truth's beyond the grave
So all and all
We laugh the same tears
Of how we met upon the river Thames pier
Two hearts of gold just for the while
Two bards who stroll the endless mile
To tame the world again
Let us keep resisting the end
Defame your world
song performed by by Deady from Commencement
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Suppose
Suppose no rose would ever grow again
Suppose no brook would ever flow again
Suppose no star should ever glow again
Suppose you didn't love me
Suppose there were no bees or butterflies
Suppose no bird should ever cross the skies
Suppose the sun should never never rise
Suppose you didn't love me
It's impossible to imagine a world without a star
But imagining no you is more impossible, by far
Suppose the Springtime never should arrive
Suppose the tall green trees should not survive
Suppose I had no wish to be alive
Suppose you didn't love me
It's impossible to imagine a world without a star
But imagining no you is more impossible, by far
Suppose the Springtime never should arrive
Suppose the tall green trees should not survive
Suppose I had no wish to be alive
Suppose you didn't love me
Suppose you didn't love me
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Thames! Beautiful Thames!
Thames! Beautiful Thames!
Thames River arises at Gloucestershire,
flows thro' London, the capital of U.K;
Thames River is tidal in London
With a rise and fall of 7 meters,
The river is fed by more than 20 tributaries;
The Thames River which flows alongside
several other towns and cities -
Oxford, Reading, Henley-on-Thames,
Windsor, Kingston upon Thames and Richmond -
is beautiful;
Thames River has a total length of 215 mile,
River banks on either side are beautiful,
Pavement strolling stretch on either side
is beautiful;
Boats sailing in Thames river are beautiful,
Young women who sail in the boats are beautiful,
White swan pairs' which swim in the river are beautiful;
Watching swans from the bridge,
- which spans Reading and Caversham -
somersaulting to catch the fish
is still more exciting and beautiful!
Thames! Beautiful Thames!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Suppose a smile.
Suppose a smile.
Suppose it always, with a smile.
Suppose the sun to shine,
shine with a smile;
suppose the rain to fall and smile
smile at the earth;
the snow, with gentle smile,
protecting tender shoots;
suppose the wind to smile
mysteriously, about its secretwork;
suppose – that’s easy – flowers
to open with a smile; and
smile as they fade and wave farewell,
a smile that says, that’s how it is…
suppose some patient smiles:
as rain-forests say to those who cut them down,
you’ll live to regret this; here’s
your chance to learn;
suppose the desert sand to smile
and say, you took the trees, and now
I’m here; plant, call down rain, store, irrigate…
suppose the ice-cap, melting with sad smile,
saying, I did not choose…
suppose that Abraham, Moses, Christ, Mohammed
spoke their uncompromising, uncomfortable truths
always with a smile; a gentle smile;
a smile to say, I'm here, you're here to learn...
suppose the spear to smile,
hammered into pruning-hook..
suppose smile met with smile.
Suppose.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Don’t Try to Live So Wise
Don’t try to make me down
Because I’m just a dreamer
The world will never follow
Any single of illusion
It’s useless, it’s false
It’s what you told
Bird flies to the nest where
They suppose to be but where do I
Find my place to live my dream
In this storm
Won’t you want to laugh
Won’t you want to shout
Won’t you want to speak
Everything that you thought
Won’t you want to hope
Won’t you want to hold
Won’t you wish to get
Everything that you ask
Don’t try to live in fake for
Somebody else’s life
You hide the lie that grows bigger
But you know that
It’s painful, suffocate,
It drown you slow
You fight to fit everybody’s
Perfection but then you forget
The simplest way to be honest
To yourself
Won’t you want be strong
Won’t you raise and meet my eyes
Won’t you want to be the real you
Without fear
Won’t you want to reach
Won’t you want to find the way
Won’t you want to do
What your heart whispers for nights
Don’t try to bring this world
In your tiny window and remember
The glory and gold are
Dust in your eyes, someday
It will dry, it will gone
It left you alone
For what you busy work
Every minute but when you go home
There’s nobody to greet you
Welcome
Won’t you want be happy
Won’t you want somebody
Won’t you want to rest
In the arms of love
Won’t you want to cry
Won’t you now wonder how
Won’t you feel the wind
Has already blown the answer
Will you keep what is precious for you
Will you need me as much as I do
Will you take my hand
And together again
We will voice it out loud to wide sky
Won’t you want to smile
In every single mile
Won’t you want to sing
Aloud in the crowd
Won’t you want to kiss
Of every honey lips
Won’t you want to pour
Your love in the air
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Who You Are
Someone's drinking all alone
Someone's left the TV on
I don't suppose, no I don't suppose
Someone's sleeping in my bed
Someone's let the genie in
I don't suppose, no I don't suppose
You know who you are
Who you are, who you are today
Baby's gone and died again
Taken by the tide again
And it's no surprise
She hates goodbyes
Someone's folding paper planes
Someone's on the line again
Someone's crying at the sonnet
Someone's hiding from someone
I don't suppose, no I don't suppose
You know who you are
Who you are, who you are today
song performed by by Tears For Fears
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Laws For Creations
LAWS for Creations,
For strong artists and leaders--for fresh broods of teachers, and
perfect literats for America,
For noble savans, and coming musicians.
All must have reference to the ensemble of the world, and the compact
truth of the world;
There shall be no subject too pronounced--All works shall illustrate
the divine law of indirections.
What do you suppose Creation is?
What do you suppose will satisfy the Soul, except to walk free, and
own no superior?
What do you suppose I would intimate to you in a hundred ways, but
that man or woman is as good as God?
And that there is no God any more divine than Yourself?
And that that is what the oldest and newest myths finally mean? 10
And that you or any one must approach Creations through such laws?
poem by Walt Whitman
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Why When How
Do
do do do doooooo
dooo doooo
oooo
mmmmm
You're still captivating
even though it's been so long
you used to love me
tell me baby what went wrong
cuz now you march to a beat of a different song
I try to understand that we needed space
but everywhere i turn I see your face
and I've been wating for you to come home
cuz i don't want to be alone
Still Love you
Why did you take away your love
When did you think to just give up
How am i suppose to carry on now
with you
you were my life
I have changed girl since i last saw you
when you left you don't know what you put me through
But my heart still racing just being next to you
I can't escape the magic in your eyes
Is there a way to make you realize
There is no one more special to my heart
but you want us to be apart
Still Love
Why did you take away your love
when did you think to just give up
How am i suppose to carry on now
with you
You were my world
You ment everything to me
Your the air i breathe,
the song I sing
You were my queen
I was your King
But if we can try to work it out
We'll show the world what love is about
Baby come home
cuz I can't no more
of this loneliness and emptiness
Why did you take away your love
When did you think to just give up
how am i suppose to carry on now
without you
Why did you take away your love
when did you think to just give up
how ami suppose to carry on
without you
you were my life
song performed by by Justin Timberlake
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You Made Me Just Another Stepping Stone
You claim to be all alone.
You made me just another stepping stone.
What are you trying to conquer?
Do you see the pearly gates laying beneath all that money?
Why cant you do what you love?
Is it really asking to much?
You claim to be all alone.
You made me just another stepping stone.
Is this something I'm suppose to condone.
No I won't.
No please don't.
Your starting to cry.
I can see the tears in your eyes.
This is the hardest goodbye I will ever know.
And all you can say is so, so, so what get f*cked.
You claim to be all alone.
You made me just another stepping stone.
I'm sorry but that's all gone.
The manipulation has become extremely aggravating.
No more deviations from the here and now.
I don't need the why.
For greed is the credence for it all.
Yet you still explain away.
Like I will again be the sucker of the day.
You seem vexed.
Its not that complex.
I just don't give a sh*t.
Not no more.
Not like before.
I cant believe in illusions so fake that if I touch them they might just break.
You claim to be all alone.
You made me just another stepping stone.
The seeds have been sewn.
The bait has been set. In this trap I wonder who you will get.
Will you ever love and regret.
In your eyes we met.
It was a flirtatious bet.
Words were said.
Somehow we ended up in together.
You said forever as you were trying to use me till I had nothing left.
But I knew, and I told you it just doesn't work that way.
Listen to the words I say.
You claim to be all alone.
You made me just another stepping stone.
Just another stepping stone.
So be alone and ask nothing more of me.
Please don't lie and say you loved me.
Antagonistic and unrealistic.
You claim to be all alone, all alone.
You made me just another stepping stone.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Davis Matlock
Suppose it is nothing but the hive:
That there are drones and workers
And queens, and nothing but storing honey --
(Material things as well as culture and wisdom) --
For the next generation, this generation never living,
Except as it swarms in the sun-light of youth,
Strengthening its wings on what has been gathered,
And tasting, on the way to the hive
From the clover field, the delicate spoil.
Suppose all this, and suppose the truth:
That the nature of man is greater
Than nature's need in the hive;
And you must bear the burden of life,
As well as the urge from your spirit's excess --
Well, I say to live it out like a god
Sure of immortal life, though you are in doubt,
Is the way to live it.
If that doesn't make God proud of you,
Then God is nothing but gravitation,
Or sleep is the golden goal.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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No Tears
tears roll down his checks
as he muttered the words “she’s dead”
I would have stopped
stared as if he was a ghost
and I would have thought
god it’s about time
but as I looked around to the people I loved something came over me
mom and dad were crying,
Ethan, Andy, and even john looked sad
here I was with a smile on my face
how dumb could I be not even act like I care
but the truth really is that I don’t give a shit
about if she had died or not
it’s better for us in the long run anyway
make everyone happier
I’m just a kid so what am I supposed to think when someone
that has made my life and my family’s life miserable
what am I suppose to fell when someone has made me hate coming “home”
what am I suppose to do when many of times I have wished her dead
what am I suppose to say to the person that made me believe I live in hell
am I suppose to lie
what would you do
what would you fell
what would you say
what would you think
I almost feel sorry for not feeling bad
but I don’t
I almost feel sorry for Steve
but yet again why should I care when his parents die
when he didn’t care when my dad died
I will admit there were a couple of minutes
where I felt like a bad person for not feeling bad
but it’s not worth my time
enough tears will be shed from her death
why should I need to contribute to the waterfall
a tear runs down my face
yes a tear
one single tear
yet no tears flow from my eyes
of sadness
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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I Told You So
Verse 1
Suppose I called you up tonight
And told you that I love you
And suppose I said I want to come back home
And suppose I cried and said I think I finally learned my lesson
And Im tired of spending all my time alone
If I told you that I realized youre all I ever wanted
And its killing me to be so far away
Would you tell my that you love me too
And would we cry together
Or would you simply laugh at me and say...
Chorus
I told you so, I told you so
I told you some day youd come crawling back
And asking me to take you in
I told you so, but you had to go
Now Ive found somebody new
And you will never break my heart in two again
Verse 2
If I got down on my knees
And told you I was yours forever
Would you get down on yours too and take my hand
Would we get that old-time feeling
Would we laugh and talk for hours
The way we did when our love first began
Would you tell me that youve missed me too
And that youve been so lonely
And youve waited for the day that I returned
And wed live and love forever
And that Im your one and only
Or would you say the tables finally turned
And would you say...
(chorus)
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Wonders Of Mother Nature
Mother nature
Oh mother nature
How beautiful and lovely you are
With such a tender loving care
Mother Nature
Ohh! Mother Nature
Our dearest mother nature
Our amazing mother nature
Ohh! Mother Nature
If nature allows can I please ask you a question
As a mother
How come you killed your young?
How come you made your fellow mothers cry?
How come you took away their joy?
You took the only thing that made their lives blossom
You suppose to make life beautiful
Mother Nature you suppose build
But how come you destroyed homes
Mother Nature you suppose to make the world a good place to be in
Yet you have turned the world to be a horrible place
Mother Nature as a mother you suppose to warn your young when the go astray
Not to destroy them
Yet you destroyed and killed them
You suppose to symbolize new beginnings and that there’s always hope
Yet you came and shuttled people’s lives and dreams
poem by Vangile Mtyali
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I Told You So - Carrie Underwood
Suppose I called you up tonight,
And told you that I love you,
And suppose I said I wanna come back home.
And suppose I cried and said I think
I finally learned my lesson, and I'm
Tired of spendin' all my time alone.
If I told you that I realized
You're all I ever wanted,
And it's killin' me to be so far away.
Would you tell me that you love me, too,
And would we cry together,
Or would you simply laugh at me and say...
(Chorus)
I told you so, oh, I told you so,
I told you someday you'd come
Crawlin' back and askin' me to take you in.
I told you so, but you had to go.
Now, I've found somebody new,
And you will never break
My heart in two again.
If I got down on my knees, and told you I was yours forever,
Would you get down on yours, too,
And take my hand?
Would we get that old-time feelin',
Would we laugh and talk for hours,
The way we did when our love first began?
Would you tell me that you've missed me, too,
And that you've been so lonely,
And you've waited for the day that I returned?
And we'd live and love forever,
And that I'm your one and only,
Or would you say the table's finally turned?
And would you say...
(Chorus)
Now, I've found somebody new,
And you will never break
My heart in two again.
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Angels
Angels..
do you believe in angels?
do angels believe in you?
which question, the more sensible?
suppose angels
to know greatly more than us..
suppose, that’s why they’re there…
suppose, they know space is not fully real:
enter it knowingly, to deliver us
a holy message, wearing whiteness, light,
which would announce them
truthful, good of all good, and beautiful..
suppose, they know time is not fully real:
enter it knowingly, to deliver us
a message that’s eternal, phrased
in terms of human life, direct, immediate;
suppose them, to be untroubled
by human frailty: knowing all
they need to know; messengers
of love beyond all love;
rejoicing in the heavenly joy
of living under perfect law..
suppose… suppose…
that all this living metaphor,
so recognisable to human mind,
lives in each human heart..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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On Kissing Oneself
a cat licks its own
paws and
body
self-cleansing
i suppose
the waves of the
sea kiss
its own shores
nature's course
i suppose
a dog chases
its own tail
instincts perhaps
i still suppose so
and when i say
i kiss myself
as you kiss yourself
too
my lips licking my
own palms
your tongue
tasting the salt
in your fingers
nothing narcissistic
i suppose
it is the possibility
when all love fails
self-love
self healing
a way of sensing
the exits
through
the labyrinths
of our illusions
will that be wrong
my friend?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rita Rose
I suppose Rita Rose
Now that you found someone new
I don’t mean anything to you
I suppose Rita Rose
That since I left to fight a war
You don’t need me anymore
I suppose Rita Rose
Now that I’m back again
You want me to forget when
It was me that you chose
Just who are you trying to expose
I suppose Rita Rose
Everybody knows
I ran out on you
I suppose Rita Rose
You’ve already chose
A good alibi too
I suppose Rita Rose
It’s all spelled out in prose
What I’m supposed to do
Well I got news for you
I got feeling too
I’ll just turn around
Both feet on the ground
And walk away from you
poem by Alfred Ramos
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Outpourings... perfection!
His heart an endless soul
A flowering dove tree
Tears and clouds cajole
His soul an endless heart
A whirling dervish
Arriving; towards truth...
A centered spinning world
In ecstasy white gowned
Divinely, he lived on...
Where truth does arrive!
In creations, spiritual, love
Outpourings... perfection!
poem by Mark Heathcote
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I Am Suppose to Be Vain
I am suppose to be vain.
You know...
Someone who loves to be on stage.
Because of an exterior presence.
I have been told I am handsome.
So naturally I want the attention.
I am suppose to be vain.
You know...
Someone who speaks, walks
And chew gum at the same time.
With a detectable intelligence too?
Seeking adulation,
That's all I am suppose to do.
I am suppose to be vain.
Because I choose to work hard.
And apply my abilities.
Since I am extremely dedicated,
To my capable creativity.
And it seems I do all of this effortlessly...
I am suppose to be vain!
'WELL...
Are you? '
I am biased!
Not vain.
There is a huge difference between the two.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beyond the grief.
It seems as if we are stalled by our grief,
unable to move away from it – and I wonder
if we will ever get over the loss of you. In time
they say we will, that one day we will finally be free
of the sadness that burdens our hearts, and we will dance
in our remembrance, and there will be no more tears.
But if that's true, I must admit I will miss the tears
when there is an eventual easing of the grief.
I am not as eager to begin the dance
of life without you, for the world has lost its wonder
for me, some of its shine - and being free
seems awfully relative - I suppose just like time.
I can still so clearly recall the last time
we were all together - the tears
we shared, even laughter, when you were set free
of this earthly pain - and even in our grief,
we were filled with such wonder
as we witnessed the end of life's dance.
When I was a little boy you used to let me dance
on the top of your shoes, moving in time
to the music on the radio. Is it any wonder
that music, to this day, brings tears
of joy, mingled with the ever-present grief,
which still has not set me completely free.
I now realize there is a cost to love; it's not free -
for when you love, you buy a ticket to the dance
of life - which comes with joy and pain, celebration and grief.
And if you have lived a long enough time,
as I have, even when the loss brings never ending tears,
with a broken heart, it's worth all of the pain, and it's no wonder
people love so fiercely - so much so that they cease to wonder
about the why, when or where - and now I realize that I am free
to love, and to lose, which will bring with it many tears.
But each tear is worth it - and seems to make the dance
more authentic. In the end, I will measure my time
by how much of it was filled with love, and with grief.
No longer will I wonder whether or not I should dance,
I will just be free, stepping in and out of time,
wearing my tears like a badge of honor as I move beyond the grief.
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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Suppose We Should Feel Happy
Suppose we should feel happy for to live another day
When one more wealthy person by the reaper called away
Into the life hereafter if there be such a thing
Who can say of this paradise where happy angels sing.
Suppose we should feel happy though circumstance we curse
We may not have much money though things could be far worse
And we ought to count our blessings for our good gift of health
Though it would seem a bonus to add to that some wealth.
Suppose we should feel happy and we ought not complain
If we can't afford the roof repairs though it always leaks in rain
This is the Christian principle 'be happy with your lot'
But how can you feel happy if money you haven't got? .
Suppose you should feel happy though the rent is overdue
And the landlord for his payment is pressurizing you
And your fridge is almost empty and not much food left to eat
And you and your wife and two young children might soon be on the street.
Suppose we should feel happy though we are in the red
And we can't sleep for worrying we toss and turn in bed
And the refrigerator is empty and the child cry to be fed
And suppose we should feel happy 'those words are easily said'.
poem by Francis Duggan
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