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Those Were The Times

those were the busy bustling days
of the cities
where people have no places
to go home
and laundry themselves in parties
of friends
and friends of their friends
till the wee hours

got fed up of those days
of smoke and beer
and now i am back to the silence of
this little town of
my birth

the trees are shedding off their leaves
the cows are giving birth
the birds black and white fly on the skies
and perch on a tree
enjoying the ripe fruits

today i am going fishing in the river
my sail boat is waiting

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My School Days

Now-a-days where is that cheer,
unless i call up friends to have a beer,
Just like mist gone we are apart in many ways,
But where are my School days.

Now-a-days where is that enthusiasm,
for i bump into people with only sarcasm,
we sail world over on a ship,
unsuccessful even to strike a good friendship,
We have indeed drifted in many ways,
But where are my School days.

Now-a-days where is that laughter,
I hear just laughs to flatter,
true friends were those who where just there,
to say 'Hey we really care'
Scattered are we in many ways,
But where are my School days.

We are born with faces,
and now with a 'book',
we are now connected in many ways,
Where i come to cherish my School days.

poem by Deepak Calyampoondi
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All Of My Friends Were There

My big day, it was the biggest day of my life.
It was the summit of my long career,
But I felt so down, and I drank too much beer,
And my manager said that I should not appear.
I walked out onto the stage and started to speak.
The first night Ive missed for a couple of years,
I explained to the crowed and they started to jeer,
And just when I wanted no one to be there,
All of my friends were there.
Not just my friends, but their best friends too.
All of my friends were there to stand and stare,
Say what they may, all of their friends need not stay.
Those who laughed were not friends anyway.
All of my friends were there to stand and stare.
Days went by, I walked around dressed in a disguise.
I wore a mustache and I parted my hair,
And gave the impression that I did not care,
But oh, the embarrassment, oh, the dispair.
Came the day, helped with a few last glasses of gin,
I nervously mounted the stage once again,
Got through my performance and no one complained,
Thank God I can go back to normal again.
I went to that old cafe,
Where I had been in much happier days,
And all of my friends were there,
And no one cared.
Say what they may, all of my friends were there.
Not just my friends, but their best friends too.
All of my friends were there,
Now I dont care.

song performed by by Kinks
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When My Dreams Say, ' We Are No More There

When my dreams say, ' We are no more there'
I shall sail unto an island far off.
There I shall have the sapling of a dream tree planted
And it will grow.

When my dream tree begins to bloom
I will never pluck its flowers ever,
So will when its fruits begin to ripe
I remain hungry and thirsty there.

I shall lie in the shade of the tree
Without ever dreaming to have a dream for me.
Then I shall climb its branches and see for myself
The vast expanse of water green or blue.

I shall hoot from the top of it like an own
Blind often or blinded by the dreams of the past.
I shall shout unto the skies blue
About having dreams aplenty and not still having them.

When I once return to the home in the mainland,
I shall carry one hundred fruits from the dream tree,
I shall give them to men and women I like most
And nay, I will never give them to children ever.

I shall play hide and seek with children
And shall tell about the need for climbing the dream trees
Which will grow and touch the sky once
Even as they might still be dreaming a lot.

But I am afraid, friends,
Even as my dreams have begun to fade out
My island withers out further
And I am left with a rudderless boat
To sail unto that green paradise of my Utopia!

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Its All Gone

A careless heart aint no good to no-one
I was going back my friends to see
Of what became of my childhood daydreams
Of all the things that used to be
To my surprise I stood alone
I walked a river of a waking dream
My father say know what youre thinking
I guess this old town seen better days
Its all gone
Aint nothing for you here now
Sail on
You talk of change, something better
Cutting down that big old tree
Theres flesh and blood in there somewhere
But no matter what you just dont seem to see
I walk your chambers, your empty halls
I see you talking behind the doors
My father say know what youre thinking
I guess this old town seen better days
Its all gone
Aint nothing for you here now
Sail on
Im sailing on, Im running faster
Than I ever run before
My father say know what youre thinking
I guess this old town seen better days
Sail on

song performed by by Chris Rea
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Oh Happy Days

Oh happy days,
Everyone likes you.

Oh happy days,
Please stay today.

Oh happy days,
Sweet like honey.

Oh happy days,
loving family ties.

Oh happy days,
Giving us strength.

Oh happy days,
Children out playing.

Oh happy days,
On the green grass.

Oh happy days,
With boundless optimism.

Oh happy days,
I give thanks.

Oh happy days,
Dreaming for more.

Oh happy days,
Warm and bright.

Oh happy days,
Like love eternal.

Oh happy days,
And glad memories.

Oh happy days,
New hope prayers.

Oh happy days,
With smiling faces.

Oh happy days,
Holidays and health.

Oh happy days,
With close friends.

Oh happy days,
Generous and giving.

Oh happy days,
Shiny rainbow dreams.

Oh happy days,
Till the very end.

Oh happy days,
Always and forever.

Amen.

poem by Rowina Mallick
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song performed by by Donna Summer
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One Of These Days

One of these days,
Im gonna sit down and write a long letter
To all the good friends Ive known
And Im gonna try
And thank them all for the good times together.
Though so apart weve grown.
One of these days,
Im gonna sit down and write a long letter
To all the good friends Ive known
One of these days, one of these days, one of these days,
And it wont be long, it wont be long.
And Im gonna thank,
That old country fiddler
And all those rough boys
Who play that rock n roll
I never tried to burn any bridges
Though I know I let some good things go.
One of these days,
Im gonna sit down and write a long letter
To all the good friends Ive known
One of these days, one of these days, one of these days,
And it wont be long, it wont be long.
From down in l.a.
All the way to nashville,
From new york city
To my canadian prairie home
My friends are scattered
Like leaves from an old maple.
Some are weak, some are strong.
One of these days,
Im gonna sit down and write a long letter
To all the good friends Ive known
One of these days, one of these days, one of these days,
And it wont be long, it wont be long.
One of these days, one of these days, one of these days,
And it wont be long, it wont be long.

song performed by by Neil Young
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Cleaning Myself Up

after a series of
circumlocutions like i were an acrobat
in a Chinese show

i come back
to where i am
to being an island again

on a river bank without
a boat

on two separate distant banks without
a bridge

we have depths too just like
dark blue lakes

back to this choice of
isolation
on the thinking that i am different

that both of us
must not be hurt unnecessarily
because they are very different from us

as this time they are
toasting glasses of champagne to each other
celebrating life
and enjoying a banquet under their
lucky stars

back to writing and you are back
into computations

how many seconds are there in a boring day?
how many insignificant days make up a year?

and then it is Christmas
you remind me on day

after i come out from the bath room giving myself another shower
to freshen myself up as i shake off the water from my
white hair
cleaning myself
shaving off those extra hair
in my nose and
armpits

busy, busy
as though i am a miner with black dusts of coal all around my body
twenty days underground

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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song performed by by New Edition
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Dying Embers

It’s the end of a fiery passion
The birth of dying embers
Our hearts know this can mean only one thing
The goodbye of dear friends

It’s the new found silence we share
The birth of dying embers
We drift apart helplessly
The inevitability of the end

It’s the many secrets and lies
The birth of dying embers
Buried and forgotten are trust and truth
The destruction of life’s vital bond

It’s the days we never touched
The birth of dying embers
Gone forever are the intense pleasures of light fingers on rose and velvet skin
The goodness of friendship forever lost

It’s the distance and space between us
The birth of dying embers
Our souls grow weak without each other, yet destiny is happily gratified
The goodbye of dear friends

The embers die out forever
Who can make them glow again?

poem by Rafael Yaw Kumi
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When Did Youth Go?

When did I stop being a teenager?
When did I stop listening to the radio
from midnight until 2 or 3 a.m. weeknights?

Why was teenage music so empowering?
Why were we so absorbed with the music?
Music which really rocked our wild souls?

Music we danced at local teenage disco too.
Music we drove our parents or first cars too.
Music we drank beer or spirits or partied too.

It seemed we could not live without music.
It seemed we could not meet without music.
It seemed our dreams lived within the beat of music.

Music was part of the fuel which drove our souls.
Music was part of the weekend ever speeding by.
Music was magic drumbeat of hot midnight parties.

Where is the large rocking crowd going?
Where are all the friendly teenagers going?
Where are all those old friends going?

Where where is large trendy rocking crowd going?
Where where are all the friendly teenagers going?
Where where are all those good old friends going?

Suddenly those wild unending party days are over.
Suddenly those exciting unending teenage years are over.
Suddenly those pubs full of our friends are empty.

Suddenly they all suddenly left town.
Suddenly they are all no longer around.
Suddenly they are all in places we don't go.

Suddenly they all suddenly left the old home town.
Suddenly they are all suddenly no longer around.
Suddenly they are all in places we don't know or go.

Where did those teenage years quietly go?
Those teenage friends I used to know?
Where did they all suddenly go?

Where did those teenage years quietly creeping go?
Those lost teenage friends I once upon a time did know?
Where did they all suddenly go exiting a vanishing show?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Graduation Day

The more I look back on all the happy times
the easier it is for me to realize
that friends are much more then hellos and goodbye
it all comes down to what you have inside.

Yes, some are good singers and some are athletic
but that doesnt matter (are you starting to get it?)
all that is important is the feeling inside
if your white or black or green or blue eyed.

For me to sit and say 'I wont miss this old place'
is wrong and untrue (cant you tell in my face?)
all the frinds and teachers meant so much to me
I dont know any place that i'd rather be.

'Those were the days', I'd here my parents say.
charish there years...each and everyday
The people you'll meet and the places you'll go
and the hurt once thats gone is more then you'll know.

All my friends will be leaving and i'll still be here
All my friends i'll be losing is my greatest fear
Promise you wont forget me as you go away,
promise you'll be back to see me someday!

poem by Katie Evans
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Welcome Home Soldier

Coming home, so many beside me
But so alone
So many friends that helped to guide me
Now on my own

The soldier I chose to be
To fight for the free
The price to pay, I know today
Lives on in me

Many friends from my small town
They gather, they surround
They welcome me back home
But part of me is not around

Part of me is hearing heart beats
Of friends that fought with me
I watched them fall for freedoms call
They haunt me all

Coming home, friends reach out to me
They welcome me home
Surrounded by so many, but none to guide me
So alone.

poem by Bill Simmons
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Somebody Get My Mom

Woke up today in a van
Traded my pillow for a Miller Lite can
And in two more days I lose the guitar that I hawked
Slurped down a beer then one more twelve ounces later
I was outside your door and the pebble i threw
Was probably more like a rock
Then I fell, skinned my knee, broke my glasses, got stung by a bee
I lost my wallet and my car keys too
And to make matters worse, I'm coming down with the flu
Somebody get my mom cause i think something's broken again
And I don't want to be just friends, I said thanks for the ride
I'll just limp back inside cause I don't want you to see me cry
I just want my mom, somebody get my mom
I just want my mom, get my mom
Authorities came, I guess I was gone, next thing you know
I'm passed out on the lawn and boy did I wake up fast
With a rotweiler's tongue in my mouth
Wrote you a note but it got soaked when i went deep sea fishing
And I fell out of the boat and got caught on the trout line
And wasn't found for three days
Then I fell, skinned my knee, broke my glasses, got stung by a bee
I lost my wallet and my car keys too
And to make matters worse, I'm coming down with the flu
Somebody get my mom cause i think something's broken again
And I don't want to be just friends, I said thanks for the ride
I'll just limp back inside cause I don't want you to see me cry
I just want my mom, somebody get my mom
I just want my mom, get my mom
Mommy, she makes me cobbler cause i hate pie
She coached baseball when we needed her
We lost every game but to her came in first
And I'm so glad that she met my dad
I wouldn't be here if she never had (let's go)
I guess this is it the end of the song
Just my luck, nobody sang along
I guess I'll put dow this guitar and take the mongoose back home
Somebody get my mom cause I think something's broken again
And I don't want to be just friends, I said thanks for the ride
I'll just limp back inside cause I don't want you to see me cry
I just want my mom, (I just want my mom)
Somebody get my mom (somebody get my mom)
I just want my mom (I just want my mom) get my mom, m-o-m-m-y
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song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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A Birthday Poem

lone traveller
from kuala lumpur to tokyo to china
cold places, strange people warm and cold
so many unknowns that became knowns
that resulted in an occasional shopping tete-a-tete
and at those fortunate birthday celebrations
thrown by foreign friends
met at school, work place
we uttered words usually made between
friends of mere days
a coldness in between
as we sung and tried to break the ice
between the candles
lighted and blown
and they were usually in the nights
when lonely hearts sought out avenues
to brighten things up
for themselves and their newly acquired friend
and also workplace friends
who try to punctuate the life of a foreign soul
with things famliar, to light up the candles of his life journey

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A Birthday Poem
Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,
waiting for someone to come
with his bucket
for the foamy white light,
and then a long day in the pasture.
I too spend my days grazing,
feasting on every green moment
till darkness calls,
and with the others
I walk away into the night,
swinging the little tin bell
of my name.

Ted Kooser

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Weighing Heavily On Your Mind

You know the days when you feel that your life is slipping through your fingers, and there is nothing you can do. It is one of those days today. It is weighing on my mind whether to stay or go. You feel like giving up the job, your hobbies, the lot, just turn your back and start a new somewhere else.

The problem is, what about your friends, what will they think? They’d probably want the best for you, but they would not want you to go. However sometimes its for the best, to go away and start a new life somewhere. Just say goodbyes and then just go. Disappear to who knows where, try not to shed a tear too much, nor regret what you are about to do. Just put the old life away on a shelf, try and tell yourself it didn’t exist at all.

Oh, I wish it was that easy. Memories of places and faces of friends would still be there at the back of my mind. They don’t disappear that easily I have found. I think to myself, I’ve done this before, it will only be the closing of just another door, another chapter on my life. Maybe sometime in the future another door will open, and behind it I will find some old friends. Who knows what the score will be. As for right now a decision has to be made. Still I am pondering what I am going to do. I might just leave that decision for a day or two.

Who knows someone of something might make me change my mind. But whatever I decide there is one thing I know. I think whatever I decide it will be a bit of a struggle inside.

poem by David Harris
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Without You Here

the storm is back tonight
so how could i
awake without you here
your pictures on the wall you haven't called
but i'll wait for you
to her only friends who say things
i will hold on
to her only friends who say things
i will be strong
the storm is letting up
but it wont die
if you weren't wrong was i
you picture still remians
but i wonder
are you still the same
to her only friends who say things
i will hold on
to her only friends who say things
i will be strong
am i loosing you
am i loosing you
i'm waiting
i've waited till it's over
it's over now
i'm waiting
i've waited till it's over
it's over now (i will hold on)
i'm waiting
i've waited till it's over
it's over now (i will remain)
to her only friends who say things
i will hold on
to her only friends who say things
i will be strong
to her only friends who say things (i'm waiting i've waited till it's over now)

song performed by by Finch from What It Is To Burn
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Do You Miss Those Days At School?

Oh, my school days were my
fun days
Last bench chatting
Under bench munching
Naughty pranks
silly fights
and the never ending talks

Great friends
childish trends
canteen junks
B'day treats
Those were the moments of my life!

Those yawned teachers
Their boring lectures
Those out stood classes
Lab gadgets,
Games periods
Oh, my school days were my
fun days.

Fake diseases
Easy way to bunk classes
Leave note written by friends
It was a big trend
and easy to pretend!

Books
resting in the dust
Teachers
Roaming like ghosts
and we enjoying our
Best!

Those days are like the
River that never bends
Wind that never faints and
Road that never ends..
Those days i enjoyed the value of
friendships
like a pond
glazing unblinkingly at the
blue sky

Today when i think of that days
I smile within my heart
and
I wish i would have never grown older
those funny memories are my companion
When days are long and tiring
my school days were my fun days!

Our school days are our
FUN DAYS
Those days are not to
FORGET
nor to
REGRET
To be a child forever
is every human's intent!

poem by Ananda Gopan
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A Man Who Knows Much About Nature

He has not been to college or uni and for so called success in life he does not have much to show
But about flora and fauna and Nature there is so much he seems to know
He knows all of the trees in the Parkland by the bark or the leaves that they wear
A man who knows much about Nature and for the health of Nature he care.

A man who knows much about nature by their songs the birds he recognize
He like the quiet place in the country far removed from human made noise
In the shadow of a tree by the river the sun shining bright in the sky
Listening to birds singing around him such moments of peace he enjoy.

He like places without man's buildings away from the noise of the street
A quiet place in Nature's own kingdom where the creek and the river meet
Where lark he is soaring and singing as upward and upwards he fly
He has been a student of Nature ever since he was a young school going boy.

A man who knows much about Nature and to Nature he remains true
And Nature needs all of her good friends for Nature's good friends are too few
The weekend finds him in a quiet place on a sunny day sitting by a tree
Near where the creek flows into the river the river that flows to the sea.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Carrickfergus

I wished I had you in carrickfergus,
Only for nights in ballygrand,
I would swim over the deepest ocean,
The deepest ocean to be by your side.
But the sea is wide and I cant swim over
And neither have I wings to fly.
I wish I could find me a handy boatman
To ferry me over to my love and die.
My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy days so long ago.
My boyhood friends and my own relations.
Have all passed on like the melting snow.
So Ill spend my days in endless roving,
Soft is the grass and my bed is free.
Oh to be home now in carrickfergus,
On the long road down to the salty sea.
And in kilkenny it is reported
On marble stone there as black as ink,
With gold and silver I did support her
But Ill sing no more now till I get a drink.
Im drunk today and Im rarely sober,
A handsome rover from town to town.
Oh but I am sick now and my days are numbered
Come all ye young men and lay me down.

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Those Were The Times

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All Of My Friends Were There

When My Dreams Say, ' We Are No More There

Its All Gone

Oh Happy Days

Friends

One Of These Days

Cleaning Myself Up

Old Friends

Dying Embers

When Did Youth Go?

Graduation Day

Welcome Home Soldier

Somebody Get My Mom

A Birthday Poem

Weighing Heavily On Your Mind

Without You Here

Do You Miss Those Days At School?

A Man Who Knows Much About Nature

Carrickfergus

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Those Were The Times

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All Of My Friends Were There

When My Dreams Say, ' We Are No More There

Its All Gone

Oh Happy Days

Friends

One Of These Days

Cleaning Myself Up

Old Friends

Dying Embers

When Did Youth Go?

Graduation Day

Welcome Home Soldier

Somebody Get My Mom

A Birthday Poem

Weighing Heavily On Your Mind

Without You Here

Do You Miss Those Days At School?

A Man Who Knows Much About Nature

Carrickfergus

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