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About Manny...

Manny does not remember as a
poet when he left this small town
24 years ago
because he felt so lost and he is looking
for what self
he thinks he had,

i was then a budding word,
my petals are ugly
and my stem is a worm
the roots crawl like an
invented monster

what he thinks i was
was that i was a monk without a beard
a non-believer of the bishop
and a critic of Lauritz

he never bothered to look at
my room
as i have kept it like a pigsty
it smells like hell
and all he thinks is that heaven
is here

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The superior man thinks of virtue; the small man thinks of comfort. The superior man thinks of the sanctions of law; the small man thinks of favors which he may receive.

quote by Confucius
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You Cry Baby And You Cry Alone

you are right. No one is ugly.
each one is as beautiful
as one thinks s/he is
to be

everyone has always
the possibility of being
beautiful if one thinks
that s/he is ugly

we are moved by our own
thoughts
how we conceive ourselves to be
how we carry our crowns
how we sway our arms
how we sit with dignity

the mirror speaks but we
need not listen
we must insist on who we are
from the bottom of
our hearts

remember what they always
tell you
you cry baby and you cry alone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Poseur

The poseurs in town
The poseurs around
Hey, it dont bother me,
But theres a guy eyein you
Hes watched you all night and hes looked you all over
He got his eye on you
But dont act like youre surprised
Because that smooth-looking guys undressing you with his eyes
Look at him look you over
He thinks he can win you over
Hell flirt for a while, make passes and smile at you
But hell never come over
cause hes just a poseur
Who thinks hes a cassonova
That dude standing over there
He thinks he really looks cool
The ladies think he looks smooth
But hes rehearsed every move
He stands in front of the mirror all day
Now hes on display and hes so well routined
Weve all come here to dance but hes just here to be seen
Look at him bossa nova
Look at him move and sway
But hes been practicing days to make his hair fall a certain way
But hell never come over
cause hes just a poseur
Who thinks hes a casanova
Look at him bossa nova, yeah
The poseurs in town
Yeah

song performed by by Kinks
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Why do you think?

Why do you think?
Other should think the way you think
Can you think the way they think?
Everybody thinks’
His way is the right way to think
Respect what people think
The way they think
You will find people
Respecting what and how you think
Everybody has the right to think
The way he thinks’ and what he thinks’
One can only tell what he thinks’
If they like it
They will approve what you think
No regrets, no hard feelings
Nobody loses, Nobody wins

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Seascape

This celestial seascape, with white herons got up as angels,
flying high as they want and as far as they want sidewise
in tiers and tiers of immaculate reflections;
the whole region, from the highest heron
down to the weightless mangrove island
with bright green leaves edged neatly with bird-droppings
like illumination in silver,
and down to the suggestively Gothic arches of the mangrove roots
and the beautiful pea-green back-pasture
where occasionally a fish jumps, like a wildflower
in an ornamental spray of spray;
this cartoon by Raphael for a tapestry for a Pope:
it does look like heaven.
But a skeletal lighthouse standing there
in black and white clerical dress,
who lives on his nerves, thinks he knows better.
He thinks that hell rages below his iron feet,
that that is why the shallow water is so warm,
and he knows that heaven is not like this.
Heaven is not like flying or swimming,
but has something to do with blackness and a strong glare
and when it gets dark he will remember something
strongly worded to say on the subject.

poem by Elizabeth Bishop
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The hunger

the hunger thinks the rice
can chew both skin and bone
the hunger thinks it's nice
to eat although forlorn

the hunger thinks the corn
can swallow ears and eyes
deaf blind hunger born
self eaten within it dies

the hunger thinks the food
is just a body's unfair breath
the hunger knows the interlude
no food the body eats itself

the hunger thinks the body rotten
is just a place to survive and eat
the hunger of the lost and forgotten
makes its way to the last heart beat

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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She Thinks Shes Edith Head

Back in high school I knew a girl
Not too simple and not too kind
We both grew up, but I heard shed changed
From a new wave fan to another kind
She thinks shes edith head
But you might know shes not
The accent in her speech
She didnt have growing up
She thinks shes edith head
Or helen girlie brown
Or some other cultural figure
We dont know a lot about
Its been years since I moved away
But at christmas I come home
And I saw her reflection
In the window of a store
She was talking to herself
Not too simple and not too kind
I walked on by, it was complicated
And it stuck in my mind
She thinks shes edith head
But you might know shes not
The accent in her speech
She didnt have growing up
The accent in her speech
She didnt have growing up
The accent in her speech
She didnt have growing up
She thinks shes edith head
She thinks shes edith head now
She thinks shes edith head
She thinks shes edith head now
She thinks shes edith head
She thinks shes edith head now
She thinks shes edith head
She thinks shes edith head now

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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A wise man writes down what he thinks, a stupid man forgets what he thinks, a complete idiot punishes himself for what he thinks.

quote by Jason Zebehazy
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Don't let the opinions of the average man sway you. Dream, and he thinks you're crazy. Succeed, and he thinks you're lucky. Acquire wealth, and he thinks you're greedy. Pay no attention. He simply doesn't understand.

quote by Robert G. Allen
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Rope The Moon

(jess brown/jim denton)
I dont have a lot to show
For these years of hard work
If you look at what I own
Still shes always telling me
To hold on to my dreams
Even when my hope is gone
Some may say that dreamings just for fools
And there are times I thought that might be true
But she thinks I could rope the moon
In her eyes there is nothing I cant do
When I think its out of reach
Shes the reason I still try
She thinks I could rope the moon
When I look at the sky
But cant see through the clouds
She shows me the brightest stars
If I think of coming back
cause Im having my doubts
She tells me Ive come so far
Nothing in this world comes easily
But I cant lose with her right next to me
cause she thinks I could rope the moon
In her eyes there is nothing I cant do
When I think its out of reach
Shes the reason I still try
She thinks I could rope the moon
Oh she thinks I could rope the moon

song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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She Thinks I Still Care

(words & music by s. duffy - d. l. lipscomb)
Oh just because I asked a friend about her
Just because I spoke her name somewhere
Just because I rang her number by mistake today
You know she thinks i, I still care
And just because I haunt the same old places
With a memory I will linger everywhere
Just because Im not the happy guy I used to be
Lord, you know, she thinks I still care
Well, if shes happy thinking I still need her
Yeh, let that silly notion bring her cheer
Oh how could she ever be so foolish
Tell me where did she get, lord such an idea
Yeh, oh lord
Just because I asked a friend about her
And you know, just because I spoke her name somewhere
Just because, lord I saw her and went to pieces
Lord, you know, she thinks i, lord, still care
You know, she thinks i, I still care
Lord, she thinks I still care
Oh no she thinks I still care

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Gracie

Gracie takes the bottles from the porch where you have left them
There are age old dregs of wine you never shared
Drivin' down the motorway with all the best intentions
She's a picture of perfection with her cotton colored hair

But its you she thinks of in the hours while she's awake
She takes her lipstick from her case to make a smile
You she thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes
Regret's an open road that stretches out for miles

Coffee pots and bottles cups and all of this disorder
She soaks the plates in the dishwater 'till it's cold
Her reflection in the windows of the stores around the corner
Walk beside her while she's striding down the road

But its you she thinks of in the hours while she's awake
She takes her lipstick from her case to make a smile
You she thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes
Regret's an open road that stretches out for miles

La la la la la

But its you she thinks of in the hours while she's awake
She takes her lipstick from her case to make a smile
You she thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes
Regret's an open road that stretches out for miles

song performed by by Bic Runga
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I pray to god daily

He always thinks
I am a bigger than the others
I can abuse more loudly
Play tricks
Cheat more than anybody
Living in hate
Always trying to prove
I am better than the others
I listen to nobody
I don’t care for any body
I pray to god daily
So that I can go to
Heaven
He forgets
Nothing is hidden
From the god above
He doesn’t like
They way he thinks
The way he acts
God keeps smiling
On his foolish ways
Waiting to send him
To place known as hell

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The Poet Who Thinks Only Of Poetry

THE POET WHO THINKS ONLY OF POETRY

The poet who thinks only of poetry
And for whom Poetry is all of life
May be a poet for poets,
But makes the world of Poetry
Smaller than it should be.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sweet Confusion, Bitter Realization

She who thought he was the one...
He who thought she's just one of some.
She who thought she finally found,
He who thought she's nice to play around.
She who's broken yet hoped to be whole;
He who never thought of love at all.
She who wants to love and being loved...
He who wants to lay her on his bed.
She who wants to see his smile,
He who wants to kiss her for awhile.
She who thinks of him at night;
He who thinks of girls at sight.
But she who left without a word...
and he who felt the change of his world.
She who realized he's not for her at all...
He who finally fell in love with her.

poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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To every child! ! !

To every child who thinks about giving up......
DON'T
You may feel unwanted
You may feel unappreciated
Just remember..........
'Every child in every family has a role! ! '

To every child who thinks about running away.......
DON'T
You may feel neglected
You may feel ignored
Just remember..........
'Every child in every family has a role! ! '

To every child who thinks about ending it all........
DON'T
You may feel forgotten
You may feel lost
Just remember.............
'Every child in every family has a role! ! '

To every child who wants to withdraw from the world.......
DON'T
You may feel like you're in someone's shadow
You may feel like no-one understands
Just remember..........
'Every child in every family has a role! ! '

To every child who wants to die.......
DON'T
You may feel scared
You may feel afraid
Just remember..........
'Every child in every family has a role! ! '

So,
To every child who feels they won't be missed when they're gone
You will! !
You may not think it now
You may never believe it
And the reason why........
.........because........
'Every child in every family has a role! ! '

poem by Becky Ginn
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She Thinks I Still Care

Just because I ask a friend about her.
Just because I spoke her name somewhere.
Just because I rang her number by mistake today,
She thinks I still care.
Just because I hang out at the same ol places
Where the memory of her lingers everywhere.
Just because Im not the happy guy I used to be,
She thinks I still care.
But if shes happy thinking I still need her,
Then let that silly notion bring her cheer.
But how could she ever be so foolish?
Oh, where would she get such an idea?
Just because I ask a friend about her.
Just because I spoke her name somewhere.
Just because I saw her, then went all to pieces,
She thinks I still care.
She thinks I still care.

song performed by by James Taylor
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Him

Fire burns,
In his heart.
He seeks only death,
And blood.
I seek death,
And I also,
Kill.

He thinks himself,
Strong and handsome.
He thinks himself,
Brave and smart.
He thinks himself,
Tall and fierce.
He thinks himself,
Killer and fighter.

I think of him,
Weak and hidious.
I think of him,
Frightened and dumb.
I think of him,
Short and cowardly.
I think of him,
Helpless and food.

I am stronger,
Braver,
Smarter,
Taller,
Fiecer,
And blood seeker.

He is nothing,
But lies.
I am nothing,
But a blood seeker,
And killer.

poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy

Plowin' these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate lordy here she comes
With a basket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet tea
I make a little room and she climbs on up
Open up a throttle and stir a little dust
Just look at her face she ain't a foolin' me

She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm chuggin' along
She likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my tractor's sexy

We ride back and forth 'til we run out of light
Take it to the barn put it up for the night
Climb up in the loft sit and talk with the radio on
She said she's got a dream and I asked what it is
She wants a little farm and a yard full of kids
One more teeny weeny ride before take her home

She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm chuggin' along
She likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my tractor's sexy

Well she ain't into cars or pickup trucks
But if it runs like a Deere man her eyes light up

She thinks my tractor's
She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm chuggin' along
She likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my tractor's sexy
She thinks my tractor's sexy
She thinks my tractor's sexy

song performed by by Kenny Chesney from Everywhere We Go
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Ya gotta know when to run

Ya Gotta know when to run

When a redneck says… “watch this”
Ya just gotta get out of his truck
“Watch this, ” means he thinks it can fly
Or he thinks it can float like a duck

“there ain’t no monster under your bed”
That’s what your mama solemnly states
Run outta the room son, before it’s too late
Cause the monster’s gonna eatcha! You ‘re gonna be dead!

Ya gotta learn when to hold em’
Ya gotta learn when you’re done
Gotta learn when to fold em’
Son, you gotta learn when to run

When your good ol’ buddy boozily states
“don’t worry none, it ain’t loaded! ol‘ son”
Unless you’re dyin’ to stroll thru those pearly gates
You really gotta know when to pick em’ up and run

When bubba states “Shoot! It’s only 220 volts”
And standin in water ain’t gonna hurt us none
The feelin’s akin to getting run over by the Baltimore Colts
And it helps a whole lot…to know when to cut and run

poem by David Whalen
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