You Don't Read My Mail
The day I knew you don’t read my mail
I stopped sending them
The wind ceased blowing on my sail,
There was no fun playing the game!
I wrote it all for you
With you and only you in view
I filled them with all I had,
But I failed, it was too bad!
I thought all you would treasure
With understanding and a little pleasure
And indulgently you would wait
If ever my mails were late!
See how I lost the one-sided game
My mails, you never opened them
It made me sad, a little pained,
the world seemed dry, my eyes rained!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Everybody Knows
I got your number right off the wall
Bristol 285 wont you give me a call
Well I was 15 thought I was hot
I didnt know if youd see me or not
And that night as we stepped out
We were hand in hand
But my friends all seemed to know you
I couldnt understand
That everybody knew, everybody knew, they knew your name
But nobody wants nobody wants to play your game
You seemed so shy so all alone-y
Without any hint of ever being phony
But then the little things that came to light
Like the strange hours you worked late at night
And as we laid in your bed that night
You made me feel like a king
Then as I looked into your eyes
I heard that telephone ring
And everybody knows, everybody knows, they know your name
But nobody wants, nobody wants, to play your game
Oh no, they dont want to know your game again
(instrumental)
And everybody knows, everybody knows, they know your name
Nobody wants, nobody wants, to play your game
And everybody knew, everybody knew, they knew your name
But nobody wants nobody wants to play your game
(instrumental to the end...)
song performed by by Ufo
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Then I Met You
Then I met you
Thought that Id be happy
Going to be so happy
Living life alone and never sharing anything
Thought that I was finished
Thought that I was complete
Thought that I was whole instead of being half of something
Thought that I was growing
Growing older, wiser
Understanding why this world held nothing for my spirit
Thought that I was destined
Destined to be nothing
Destined to be nothing in this world and then I met you.
I met you
Thought that God had failed me
Thought my prayers were useless
Thought that he would never give the chance for me to praise him
Thought the book was written
Thought the game had ended
Thought the song was sung and I could never sing another
Thought my faith was misplaced
Thought my back was broken
Broken by a weight that I was never fit to carry
Thought I knew this city
Thought I knew all about it
And then one night I went to morningside and you were waiting
I met you
song performed by by Proclaimers
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Unlike then, the mail stream of today has diminished by such things as e-mails and faxes and cell phones and text messages, largely electronic means of communication that replace mail.
quote by John M. McHugh
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His Call
That evening
I sat down to write
My very last mail
To him.
And while I was writing
I could feel
My aching heart
Throbbing so loud
I could hear
Every beat of it
Pulsating with pain.
And still I kept writing
My very last mail
To him.
Though my eyes
Felt blurred
With all the tears
That rushed asunder
Streaming through my cheeks
And yet I brushed them aside
And wrote
My very last mail to him.
And when I had done
All the writing
I took a long, last look
At that letter of mine
Re-reading every word of it
That I had written to him
With all my heart...
Those precious moments
Were so endearing to me
For I felt that
Once this mail goes
I won't be able to
Write to him anymore
No more of those
Diary mails of mine
I used to write to him
Everyday.
For I had made a Promise
Never to go back
To him.
And that promise I had made
To him and to myself
With all the pain
And the agony
That had shrouded me.
Yes - that promise has stayed Intact
And I would abide by it.
And I haven't faltered...
Though my tender heart feels
So very Bruised.
And even though
The other day
He called me up
And I heard
His broken voice
Over the phone
Saying that
He had read my mail
Explaining himself
How he was...
How very dear to him
I have been
How very close
To his heart.
I just listened
And yet his garble of words
Were beyond me now
And more than his voice
His words of care
I could hear -
The waves of silence
That had engulfed me.
He did all the talking
And I -
All the listening...
And yet,
Today - when I look back
I don't feel like going back
To him anymore.
And I know he might call again
Asking me if I am cross.
In life's such delicate
Situations -
Being angry doesn't help
So why should I be?
It is just that
I don't feel like
Writing to him anymore
The pain is just too much
And so are the scars of the past
Like scabs on the skin
Bleeding every now and then.
And so that was my last mail
My very last mail to him
And his call for a truce
I had to choose...
Truce with him
Or truce with my silence.
And I looked back
At all the hard times
He had given me -
All the pain of the past years
That kept reverberating inside
Like the Tinnitus of being Deaf.
And I thought
I would call it a truce
A truce of realisation
A truce of acceptance
No - not with him.
But - A Lifetime's Truce
With me and my Destiny.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Hannah Armstrong
I wrote him a letter asking him for old times' sake
To discharge my sick boy from the army;
But maybe he couldn't read it.
Then I went to town and had James Garber,
Who wrote beautifully, write him a letter.
But maybe that was lost in the mails.
So I traveled all the way to Washington.
I was more than an hour finding the White House.
And when I found it they turned me away,
Hiding their smiles. Then I thought:
"Oh, well, he ain't the same as when I boarded him
And he and my husband worked together
And all of us called him Abe, there in Menard."
As a last attempt I turned to a guard and said:
"Please say it's old Aunt Hannah Armstrong
From Illinois, come to see him about her sick boy
In the army."
Well, just in a moment they let me in!
And when he saw me he broke in a laugh,
And dropped his business as president,
And wrote in his own hand Doug's discharge,
Talking the while of the early days,
And telling stories.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Gary Speed
Glory came early as did fame.
to Gary Speed there on the pitch.
Cheers he heard from adoring crowds
among the elite he found his niche.
With time’s passage he lost a step
even if he felt the same
but as he ran he thought he saw
an old man’s shadow
in a young man’s game.
He coached to stay around the game.
After the cheers for him had faded
A friendly face, a familiar name
but as he coached he thought he saw
an old man’s shadow
in a young man’s game.
For many, Gary was an icon,
a living legend of the game.
They failed to see the mortal man
with silence weighting on his frame
As he tied the rope he thought he saw
an old man’s shadow
in a young man’s game
poem by John F. McCullagh
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The Skin Game
You're welcome to fame
You're welcome to try
I've been on tv, sold my face to you
You're welcome to love
You're welcome to me
I burned my dream, sold my heart, nobody knew
Listen children
I've seen my future
Call it the deadline for now
I've heard secrets
I've heard excuses
I've heard a voice in the dark
You're waiting for me
You've made a mistake
I'll give you nothing but lies, or nothing at all
I'm playing a game
I'm playing with you
I call it shameful, 'the skin game,' don't you?
You're playing it cold
(ripping it up)
You're playing for time
(i don't like pictures)
You're breaking my rules and i won't let you go
I'm looking for you
(welcome to me)
Somebody screamed
(it's no use talking)
I've connections with god. what do you need?
Lost in junk sick
No sleep no motion
She said 'he's nothing to lose'
Love sick? skin game
Welcome to romance
She's like the heart of the world
I'm still breathing
Welcome to my house
I'd steal from god, wouldn't you?
One more question
Am i in danger?
Rumours. and i've got the fear
Looking for you
Is it any wonder?
Tearing it up
Living on empty
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Poem Never Read, Until Now
No long ago
There were two young lovers
Like Romeo and Juliet;
They passionately
Kissed and hugged each other
Under the blanket
Of a summer night....
They swept deeply
With joy and ecstasy...
Followed by:
Phone calls,
Voice mails,
E-mails
Ans Instant Messages...
Then the distance
Separated the two lovers...
She found a new lover
From distant and strange land
New kisses with new flavors...
New dreams and new lust...
Her first Romeo was forgotten,
While back home
He was confused and lost
Wondering what went wrong
while listening over and over the song
That reminds him of his Juliet now gone...
What an irony of life,
He got so depressed
That by alcohol he got possessed
Writing a love poem
Which she never read,
After taking his own life
Hoping to meet her again
In paradise...
COPY WRITE©2009
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Soon Will Be Too Late
(per andreasson/ pernilla emme)
Producer for bonnie: jimmy smyth
Morning has broken with silence in my room
Eyes have been opened with pain beneath the moon
Feelings that are colder than ice upon a rock
Endless nights of anger and hours filled with talk
Beauty of a lifetime a crystal-clear romance
Were supposed to be mine and join me in a dance
Days were filled with pleasure no clouds were in my sight
Love was our treasure that no one could deny...
But where do we go for here? ?
Soon will be too late
To go anywhere from here...
Soon will be too late...
Hopefully dreaming that love will still survive
Deep within me a song that never ever dies
All those days of passion and all those lonely nights
Must have been worth something, they lightened up my life
Come and lay beside me let gentle love be real
Look into my eyes for this is how I feel
Let me wipe your tears away you dont need to be sad
Share with me your dreams that once were all we had
But where do we go for here? ?
Soon will be too late
To go anywhere from here...
Soon will be too late...
Where do we go from here? ?
Soon will be too late
Where do we go from here? ?
Soon will be too late
Where do we go from here? ?
Soon will be too late
Where do we go from here? ?
Soon will be too late
Where do we go? ?
Where do we go? ?
Soon will be too late
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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I get up in the morning, do my e-mail, I check my e-mails all day. I'll go online and I'll buy my books at Amazon.com, but I don't want to buy all of them because I want to go to Duttons and I want to buy books from another human being.
quote by Joseph Bologna
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Cheap Date
wasted youth on
being wasted
tasting the lips of liars
with checkered pasts
playing the game
not playing the game
being game
taming
the shrew
I liked to shop
hunting for bargains
hunting for game
game over
he was no bargain
what is the price
you'll pay?
at what cost?
poem by L.K. Thayer
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Oh! rain
Oh! rain you rained rained rained
while going to movie
Oh! rain you rained rained rained
while playing games
Oh! rain you rained rained rained
while going to hotel
Oh! rain you rained rained rained
while going to picnic
Oh! rain you rained rained rained
wiped away the happiest movements
poem by Garimella Saivineeth
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When The Wind Gave Me Her Name
The wind once asked if I knew her name.
She said if I didn't, we'd play a game.
A game of guess, within this game of life.
If I won, never again would I know strife.
I guessed her name till the ends of the earth,
she would smile, and grin, and laugh in mirth.
'There is one name you haven't tried..'
She whispered it in my ear, and made me smile with pride.
Bones Joints
Cloud my eyes and tell me what to see
I'm falling
Every way i turn the same disease
But i like it
Brace myself and hit the wall with ease
Colliding
I'm not minding the pain
I've been down here before
All my bones and joints are sore
Dig my way out of the wreck again
I've been down here before
Lost myself and so much more
Find my way out of the game again
Open up my head and take it in
Just like always
Think about the bar and take a swing
Loaded trapeze
What you need the most from me is yours
I'll continue to deceive you my friend
I've been down here before
All my bones and joints are sore
Dig my way out of the wreck again
I've been down here before
Lost myself and so much more
Find my way out of the game again
You lost what made you, you
Or maybe i never knew
I can't stay here anymore
Give it all or you're on your own
I will leave you
I will leave you
I will leave you
I've been down here before
All my bones and joints are sore
Dig my way out of the wreck again
I've been down here before
Lost myself and so much more
Find my way out of the game again
I've been down here before
All my bones and joints are sore
Dig my way out of the wreck again
I've been down here before
Lost myself and so much more
Find my way out of the game again
song performed by by Finger Eleven
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You Are On My Wish List
You could not have known,
You are on my wish list.
If you had,
You would have made it,
More of a game...
By a playing of hard to get.
And I would not have given up easily either.
You would have thought me obnoxious.
And stopped your daily assessments,
With your making sure that I notice...
Whenever I am in your presence,
To be inspected.
You are not the only one,
Who knows what they want.
And how to go about getting it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Could Have Been
Today at work I overheard a name
I knew it wasnt yours but it touched me just the same
It felt so good to have you in my mind
I guess Im the sentimental kind
I wonder who you became
Did you change the world
Or play the game
We came so close to love back then
We could have been
You were so brave when I was shy
I made you laugh when something made you cry
And I dont think we ever said goodbye
Now Ill always wonder why
I wonder who you became
Did you change the world
Or play the game
We came so close to love back then
We could have been
A time or two
I thought about calling
But something always gets in the way
Maybe Im afraid youd really answer
What would I say to you
I wonder who you became
Did you change the world
Or play the game
We came so close to love back then
We could have been
We could have been
song performed by by Vince Gill
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cn U rd ths? Its nt gd nws...
The National Literacy Trust in Britain
did a survey and
- yes, you guessed -
57% read 'only a bit' or not at all
and 25% of the older ones said
they had no intention to
read any more than this
So what do they read when
they read?
Well, mags,
and websites
and txt msgs of course
and jokes,
and TV books and mags
and e-mails
and eighth on the list comes fiction
that's made-up stories, right?
right
then comix ninth
then newspapers well
they're just for people
who don't have TV and
don't mind waiting 12 hours
to read the news put that tenth
what's that? poetry?
sorry would you spell that
oh poetry nah
girls said, they read
to find out how other people live
and feel and
to help them understand
more about themselves
boys said, they read
because they have to and
because it helps them
get a job so
some old farts might say
put up a sign
civilisation's postponed until further notice
but it may all work out
well it'll have to
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Beautiful Game
A ball hit into empty stands in a game of cricket,
A game so bland won’t have me buying a ticket,
As a kid I saw my first footy game at Stamford Bridge,
Gullit was a magician with the ball he’d flick and trick it,
Knew there and then that id be picking it,
As my favourite sport played on this earth,
Picked up a football never stopped kicking it,
First touch chesting it, cross comes in always headering it,
The beautiful game has a magic that keeps you remembering it,
Mini football games like ‘66’ boost skills and tricks
For schoolboys bunking school claiming there sick
The dick in black blowing his whistle for a diving prat,
Blokes in pubs screaming “what was that? ! ? ! ”
Sad to see the beautiful game run by money men and bankers,
Warms my heart though to still hear the crowd go
“The referees a wanker! The referees a wanker! ”
Im forever blowing bubbles walking in a winter wonderland,
Oh to be a man and football fan on your sofa in the pub or the stands,
There’s nothing quite like it to be together in your team clan,
Cheering our teams on with every emotional breath at hand
No sport is as passionate or bigger,
No sport can do it like football can,
No nation has stadiums that are fuller,
No country can love this game more then England fans!
poem by Kaspa Richards
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Seven Days
(vs.1)
Ive been searching for someone
But never looked before my eyes
There you were to my surprise
It was so obviouse looking into your face
After playing a game of truth or dare
I wanted to stay at your place
I never thought that i
Would fall in love with you
But since the day we kissed
I knew it had to be you
I never thought we would be together
I cant believe I just made love to you
After all the things that weve been through
Now what are we gonna do
Ohh
(chorus)
Monday, a friend of mine
Tuesday, we played a game
Wednesday, you went away
Thursday, things werent the same
On friday, you came back
I wanted to kiss you
On saturday
On sunday we made love
Now what are we gonna do
(vs.2)
As much as i, I want you
I dont wanna wreck a friend
Ive already found in you
Ive been there before
And I cant ignore
How two friends became one
But walked away with none
I cannot risk a friend
But the love is so good
I gotta make a choice
I would if I could
I never thought we would be together
How can I address you
Hey lover? , hi friend!
How ya doin? , where ya been?
I gotta make a choice
(chorus)
(guitar plays: george benson)
On sunday we made sweet sweet love
Tuesday we played a game
But sunday we made love
Now what are we gonna do?
A friend of mine
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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This Masquerade
This masquerade
Are we really happy with
This lonely game we play
Looking for the right words to say
Searching but not finding
Understanding anyway
Were lost in this masquerade
Both afraid to say were just too far away
From being close together from the start
We tried to talk it over
But the words got in the way
Were lost inside this lonely game we play
(*) throughts of leaving disappear
Each time I see your eyes
And no matter how hard I try
To understand the reason
Why we carry on this way
And were lost in this masquerade
We tried to talk it over
But the words got in the way
Were lost inside this lonely game we play
Repeat (*)
Were lost in a masquerade
song performed by by Carpenters
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