Remembering Jong.....
she predicts
six months only she said
we cannot last that long
and we hear it
but are not bothered
we believe somehow
and it is basic
nothing lasts forever
we work so hard
we forget the hours of the day
she goes around
talking
three months are all she had
and then she was buried by those
who pity her
and give her the much needed understanding
i am one of those who
send her off
to the other side of this world
i utter friendship
i keep it
what i can hand her with dignity
is just the forgetting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Isn't It A Pity
isn't it a pity
you don't know what i'm talking about yet
but i will tell you soon
it's a pity
isn't it a pity
isn't it a shame
yes, how we break each other's hearts
and cause each other pain
how we take each other's love
without thinking anymore
forgetting to give back
forgetting to remember
just forgetting and no thank you
isn't it a pity
some things take so long
but how do i explain
why not too many people can see
that we are all just the same
we're all guilty
because of all the tears
our eyes just can't hope to see
but i don't think it's applicable to me
the beauty that surrounds them
child, isn't it a pity
how we break each other's hearts
and cause each other pain
how we take each other's love
the most precious thing
without thinking anymore
forgetting to give back
forgetting to keep open our door
isn't it a pity
isn't it a pity
some things take so long
but how do i explain
isn't it a pity
why not too many people
can see we're all the same
because we cry so much
our eyes can't, can't hope to see
that's not quite true
the beauty that surrounds them
maybe that's why we cry
God, isn't it a pity
Lord knows it's a pity
mankind has been so programmed
that they don't care about nothin'
that has to do with care
c-a-r-e
how we take each other's love
the most precious thing
without thinking anymore
forgetting to give back
forgetting to keep open the door
but i understand some things take so long
but how do i explain
why not too many people
can see we're just the same
and because of all their tears
their eyes can't hope to see
the beauty that surrounds them
God, isn't it a pity
the beauty that surrounds them
it's a pity
we take each other's love
just take it for granted
without thinking anymore
we give each other pain
and we shut every door
we take each other's minds
and we're capable of take each other's souls
we do it every day
just to reach some financial goal
Lord, isn't it a pity, my God
isn't it a pity, my God
and so unnecessary
just a little time, a little care
a little note written in the air
just the little thank you
we just forget to give back
cause we're moving too fast
moving too fast
forgetting to give back
but some things take so long
and i cannot explain
the beauty that surrounds us
and we don't see it
we think things are just the same
we've been programmed that way
isn't it a pity
if you want to feel sorry
isn't it a pity
isn't it a pity
the beauty sets the beauty that surrounds us
because of all our tears
our eyes can't hope to see
maybe one day at least i'll see me
and just concentrate on givin', givin', givin', givin'
and till that day
mankind don't stand a chance
don't know nothin' about romance
everything is plastic
isn't it a pity
my God.
song performed by by Nina Simone
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I wanted to make a movie, because the whole life of the movies appealed to me. You work hard for three or four months, then you don't work at all for a couple of months.
quote by Gregory Hines
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Six Months Past
September 11th is now six months past
And the events of that day will forever last
Sometimes it seems like a lifetime ago
When our safe little world we ceased to know
The flags are still flying, some weathered and worn
I hear of them cast aside, tattered and torn
But we are still fighting in that far distant land
And the reason for war, we now understand
How long it will last, we have no way of knowing
The battles that are fought, the number keeps growing
Yes, September 11th is now six months past
And the events of that day will forever last
(03/11/02)
Forever
it's been days and months
it'll be years...forever
no one leaves unless they're left
the abandoned don't like
emptiness they stay with
filled with days and months
days and months and years
forever
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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June And July
June and July are right in the middle
Of a time that is a period to learn.
The months of our summer in this land
I call England,
Are like these months.
The other months work for these ones,
And those ones that are not these two months
Still believe in the sun and moon and planets.
They trust the stars, walk in the mind
And state our successes, in all our graveness.
The grave has no month, but lives in years
To manage the time in heaven.
For some June is like July,
But I think what they look is what they are.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I was required by Capital to release one every six months and the fastest I could do with all my touring was every nine months, and it would spook me every time because I never had what I needed and I really didn't want to do covers.
quote by Leo Kottke
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If you get through the primary and you work very hard for three months and you're not successful, you go back to being normal. The only thing that changes your life forever is if you win.
When you become a mom you just learn how to function sleep deprived and you do get used to it. I came back to work when Finley was three months old and the first few months were rough. Then somehow you learn to exist on no sleep and now when he does upon occasion sleep through the night, which is like a full six hours, you're pretty sure he's suffocating. So you don't sleep anyway.
quote by Holly Marie Combs
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Love Is Real
Love is real
it is not just in novels
or the movies
it is fact and it is standing here
right in front of you
So if you just open your eyes
oh what a sweet discovery
there is hope and there is joy
and there is exceptance
so now let all the light collect that collects on your plants
keep your wamr make you smile
and i iwll be there with this pen in my hand
to record all the while you'll be laughing so loud
that the house would shake with sound
and everything will be as new as the day
it was found
Love is real
it is not just in long distance commercials
or something that you thought you
felt back in highschool
so i will turn black and white
become that horoscope your readin'
it predicts that something good is on its way
oh and ill send you all the world green and blue
in a box through the mail
you can open it up hold it right in your hand
and be glad that it's there
and be glad that you're there
now you can feel all the knotts in ur stomach
they start to untie
and suddenly it's not so hard to say your alright
oh..love is real
it is not just in poetry and stories
it is truth and it will follow u
everywhere you go from now on
so if you just cast off your doubts
then your lips would answer for you
oh my darling when you smile it is like a song
and I can heart it now
I can hear it now
I can hear it now
I can hear it now...can hear it now
and I can hear it now
I can hear it now
I can hear it now...
song performed by by Jason Mraz
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Hours Continuing Long
HOURS continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted,
Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequented
spot, seating myself, leaning my face in my hands;
Hours sleepless, deep in the night, when I go forth, speeding swiftly
the country roads, or through the city streets, or pacing miles
and miles, stifling plaintive cries;
Hours discouraged, distracted--for the one I cannot content myself
without, soon I saw him content himself without me;
Hours when I am forgotten, (O weeks and months are passing, but I
believe I am never to forget!)
Sullen and suffering hours! (I am ashamed--but it is useless--I am
what I am;)
Hours of my torment--I wonder if other men ever have the like, out of
the like feelings?
Is there even one other like me--distracted--his friend, his lover,
lost to him?
Is he too as I am now? Does he still rise in the morning, dejected,
thinking who is lost to him? and at night, awaking, think who
is lost?
Does he too harbor his friendship silent and endless? harbor his
anguish and passion? 10
Does some stray reminder, or the casual mention of a name, bring the
fit back upon him, taciturn and deprest?
Does he see himself reflected in me? In these hours, does he see the
face of his hours reflected?
poem by Walt Whitman
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My Love For You
you buried something
deep,
in fact deeper than burying
someone
who died nine days ago,
since you want to forget
and forget
this forever, something that
you lost and would want it lost
and not want
to recover
from a distance i look at you
and shed tears for
what you buried
without much pomp of a ceremony
i pity
what cruelty you have to yourself
i bring a flower
for that which was buried and lost
it is something that i always
cherish and
remember with all the gladness of my heart
with all the gentleness of my soul
my love for you
deep in the layers of time
buried
still blooms
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The One They Never Mention
They say Love lasts forever,
That Family sticks together.
But they never say one thing,
About Friendship.
They never mention when you discover,
Love doesn't last forever,
Family doesn't always stick together,
Without Friendship you'll snap, like a dried up twig.
They pick you up, when you fall,
They hold you, when you cry,
But next to Love and Family,
No one pays attention to Friends.
Next time listen when they say,
"Love lasts forever, and Family sticks together."
And don't forget to add,
"And Friends are always there."
poem by Rachel Mac
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I was going to visit IBM for six months as a visiting scientist. Now, six months is a lot of time, so I came with a whole list of projects that I might want to work on.
quote by Wietse Venema
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The Distance
Do you think of me, when I think of you?
Do our hearts still beat in sync?
When I whisper your name do you hear me?
Or did you break the link?
I wonder when I dream of you,
If you dream of me as well.
Will you love me once again?
I guess time will only tell.
For every minute we're apart,
It seems like months and years.
I stare at your reflection,
In my pools of tears.
I long for you each and every day,
My heart is where you live.
I can be with you in my memory,
For you, my life I'd give.
I think of gazing in your eyes,
And forgetting the world outside.
When you took your love from me,
A big part of me died.
So I close my eyes and hold you tight,
And never let you go.
I love you sweetheart more than words,
More than you'll ever know.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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On the other hand I have seen several, several top targets for these investigations of these terrorist activities that were allowed to leave the country - I'm not talking about weeks, I'm talking about months after 9/11.
quote by Sibel Edmonds
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Youll Never Be Alone
Though youre far away from home,
Where the cold and lonely roam,
Dont forget the setting sun
Shines on everyone,
And youll never be alone.
Youd give everything you own,
Saddle blanket, rope, and coat,
To be sitting by your side
Right at christmas time,
And youll never be alone.
Riding life for months on end
Is sure to set you thinking too much.
Been so long I cant remember when
The last time I felt your touch.
Though youre aching to the bone,
She loves you more than you will know.
Tell the trail to go to hell.
Just sing a noel,
And youll never be alone.
Whoa!
[guitar interlude]
Yeah!
Riding life for months on end
Is sure to set you thinking too much.
Its been so long I cant remember when
The last time I felt your touch!
Though youre far away from home,
Where the cold and lonely roam,
Dont forget the setting sun
Shines on everyone,
And youll never be alone.
Ill be sitting by your side,
Right at christmas time,
And Ill never be alone!
[guitar out]
song performed by by Richard Marx
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The Hate That Destroys The World
when hate arrives with silent fury like a
tsunami,
so many lives are broken
so many houses are buried beneath
the muddy waters
have pity for the little girl
who was playing with her doll
when your gigantic waves
buried her alive,
that little boy was climbing the apple tree
to gather the ripe ones
mothers were frying bacon in the kitchen
as fathers went to work all day
in the ceramics factory
it was your hate that washed and buried them
all alive
and now
when you are at peace on
a subsiding fury
what do you have to see?
an island of debris
a long line of hungry people waiting for food and water
slippery roads
muddy feet
an open ground without shelter
lost dogs roaming the streets
an island that is warped in time in utter
distress
a sudden loneliness
the whole world watches
with horror and pity
inside you is another world full of guilt
what your hate has destroyed
you can never pay...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Poem to Remember
The is a sorrow none should know
Yet so many have come to
It only takes a minute for a life to change
Something taken, never to be replaced
The understanding of these dangers
The loss they leave behind
For a life that has worked so hard
And is as beautiful as any other
Please don’t forget, remember
We can all play a part in this life
In being there when needed
Those sullen eyes, dried of tears
Need not look so alone
The sounds of love and friendship
The art of understanding
Under a watchful eye
That we may ease the suffering
Of a sorrow none should know
poem by Matthew Holloway
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In my day, at 12 years old, which was 38 years ago, we worked out in summer months for two and a half hours. Today someone in that age group might work out for four hours, two hours in the morning and two at night.
quote by Mark Spitz
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Yeah, my dream would be to work for 6 months and then have 6 months to play, just snowboarding, surfing, and going to cool places to listen and be alone and kinda chill out.
quote by Marc Newson
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