You Ask Me If I Change
you ask me if i change
i tell you, yes i always change
don't you notice it?
some hairs on my head
are whiter now, and some
have fallen without any
sound, my wrinkles move
and they beget wrinkles
my eyes fail, my hands
tremble, my feet dwindle,
my memory of names and
places are wanting of
particulars
i change. Everything in me
changes beside you and
how can you not notice it?
i know, we are too near
and we are always together
in this familiarity where
changes are everyday and
yes, how could we not notice
all these, my dear?
you are laughing, a lock
of your hair is falling too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The range of what we think and do is limited by what we fail to notice. And because we fail to notice that we fail to notice, there is little we can do to change; until we notice how failing to notice shapes our thoughts and deeds.
quote by R.D. Laing
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I'm sorry, I didn't notice
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
When this started to happen
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
I just let it begin
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
The change in anythin'
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
When we stopped talkin'
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
We weren't letting each other in
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
That sad, sad trend
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
The beginning of the end
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
You were no longer my friend
But believe me, now I notice
And it hurts deep within
Now that I notice
I hope you'll be again
poem by Dylan Burkhart
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I've Come to Notice More Now
I've come to notice more now,
The falling snow.
I've come to notice more now,
A certain purpose...
I had disavowed.
I've come to notice more now,
The core of my being with more meaning.
A joy I can express...
With less emphasis on things collected.
And a happiness I always had,
But somehow did not allow.
I've come to notice more now,
I can.
I've come to notice more now,
I will!
I've come to notice more now,
My needs are basically fulfilled.
Without desire to seek approval,
Sought to identify my peace of mind!
I've come to notice more now,
Thoughts like that I have left behind.
And notice, I do...
My blessings!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Great Houdini
All dressed up
And nowhere to go
I think I'm taking this trip alone
Thirty seconds till I pass
The questions you will never ask
Your regrets will haunt you
You know I never had to
But I'm saving myself from you
And did you notice anything?
The change is me
Now it's safe to say
You will change your ways
I went to your house
But you weren't home
I'm sure you conveniently shut off your phone
I don't think that I'll ever be
The person that you want of me
When all that I can think about
It's you I have to figure out
But I'm saving myself from you
And did you notice anything
The change is me
Now it's safe to say
You will never change your ways
You would give up anything
To prove your point
There's nothing left to say
You will never change your ways
I'm saving myself from you
Yeah I'm saving myself from you
All dressed up
And nowhere to go
I think I'm taking this trip alone
Did you notice anything?
That changes me?
Now it's safe to say
You will never change your ways
You would give up anything
To prove your point
There's nothing left to say
You will never change your ways
song performed by by New Found Glory from Sticks And Stones
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Youth
In my life, been all the places
That I dreamed of since I was a kid
Bury the past, I'm getting on with
Things I never thought I'd get through
So now I know
I don't know anything
Except I notice that
You're still here
I don't want anything
Well that's a lie because
I want you here with me
I made mistakes, I've done some things
That I just wish I could go back and change
But now I'm here, and now I know that I
Can learn from those things that I've done
So now I know
I don't know anything
Except I notice that
You're still here
I don't want anything
Well that's a lie because
I want you here with me
Don't want it back
I like who I've become
I'm right on track
I'm feeling half as young
As I did when I was a kid
In my life, been all the places
That I dreamed of since I was a kid
I don't know anything
Except I notice that
You're still here
I don't want anything
Well that's a lie because
I want you here with me
So now I know
song performed by by Goldfinger
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Samuel and Harold discuss Ovid's dictum
S You look much the same, Harry
H You don’t look much different, Sam
S Though times change
H They don’t stay the same
S Or perhaps they seem to change
H Or seem to be different
S And we change too
H We’re not quite the same
S Though perhaps they only seem to change because we’ve changed
H Perhaps we’re different and they only seem to change
S On the other hand, perhaps times do change and we only seem to change
H Perhaps we only seem to change because times do change
S Or perhaps both change
H Perhaps neither stay the same
S That would make it difficult to tell
H It wouldn’t be easy
S Perhaps you’ve changed and I don’t notice it
H Or perhaps I’ve changed and you don’t notice it
S I feel mostly the same, though
H I don’t feel much different
S Though in some ways I feel different
H I don’t feel quite the same myself
S Life moves on
H It doesn’t stay the same
S Though I’d know you anywhere
H I can’t imagine not knowing you. Anywhere.
S Our plays change, but the dialogue…don’t you think?
H They are different, but the dialogue…as you say..
S Alive or dead… the play doesn’t change…
H Dead or alive…the play stays much the same, , ,
S Though the dialogue…
H Ah yes, the dialogue…
S Yours, for instance…
H Or indeed, yours…
S That dictum of Ovid…
H Ah yes, Ovid’s dictum...
S So true…
H Not untrue…
S Plus ca change... as they say, Harry...
H... plus ca la meme chose, as they say, Sam...
(Curtain)
For Jerry.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Shadows Of Wolves
we made an agreement
it was carved in stone to your mind
i agree there must be no changes
without prior notice
but you change it a bit
and so i am canceling the whole of it
that is what it is
carved in stone, put a change
the slightest one
can break the whole of that stone
a little change in temperature
or pressure as the case maybe
can make this world crack
without prior notice
now don't cry foul
for both of us prior to that
have assumed the shadows
of the wolves.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Change Me O God
Change my heart O God
Make me a righteous person like You
Change my mind O God
Let me think wise in everything I do
Change my eyes O God
Give me a sight to see the light in You
Change my hands O God
Make me a fisher of man for You
Change my feet O God
Make me walk upright like You
Change my lips O God
And let me speak Your word of truth
Come and cleanse me O God
Make me whiter than the December snow
Come and forgive me O God
For all the wrong things I’ve done, and the lie words I’ve told
poem by Jennie Nguyen
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Never change yourself
I dread how people change
They want to become something
their not
It's all because of what they say
I wish that people never changed
The people that make life worth living,
change themself
It's like people try to be like everyone
else
But I'm never going to change, I'm
always going to be the same
Maybe I'm not intellignant nor
am I foolish
I'm one of the bright ones
Which not everyone notices
or cares to look at
But sometimes it's hard to
bare everyday, with everyone
the same
Everyone around me acts
the same
I believe people should maintain
the way they are
Each day I can't help but to notice
that they'll never going to change
In a way, I'm not the same
But I'm sincere, because I'm actually
real
Different makes things stand out
When everything is in black and white,
you'll be in color
When things seem dull, you'll going to
stand out
All though it's the same, I'm never
going to change
If you even have a brain,
I suggest you'd do the same
By a 13 almost 14 year old girl. Don't judge me by my age but my skill and passion for talent for writing.
poem by Clara Diskley
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There Is Something Within Us That Refuses Change
So many lifetimes I have lived,
Among some who have just lived one.
Experiences I have had a plenty.
And many I observe have had few,
Or perhaps none from their point of view.
It is difficult to dismiss those trials and tribulations.
And the obstacles that come with growth...
Which are purposely set on one's path to take notice.
So many lifetimes I have lived,
Among some who have just lived one.
Experiences I have had a plenty.
And many I observe have had few,
Or perhaps none from their point of view.
And those making attempts to grasp onto the past,
Are not so eager to let go from that which has detached.
Like the gifts of seasons that come to give, bestow and leave...
There is something within us that refuses change that comes drastically.
Although being a part of 'nature' has not identified that as reality.
It is difficult to dismiss those trials and tribulations.
And the obstacles that come with growth...
Which are purposely set on one's path to take notice.
There is something within us that refuses change.
Although change is all we know.
There is something within us that refuses change.
Although change is all we know.
There is something within us that refuses change.
Although change is all we know.
Change is...
All we know!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wish It Would Change
I wish it would change.
The urge to cut my self.
I wish it would change.
This pain that is felt.
I wish it would change.
So i write it all down.
I wish it would change.
Wearing my blank lifeless frown.
I wish it would change.
Crying everyday.
I wish it would change.
Not having any thing to say.
I wish it would change.
So I don't have to write poems.
I wish it would change.
And wish everbody knew them.
I wish it would change.
I'm just trying to fight it.
I wish it would change.
Everyday trying to hide it.
I wish it would change.
My sorrow, My pain.
I wish it would change.
It's getting worst everday.
poem by Tiara Neal
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Wrinkles and Grey Hair (Children)
Mommy's getting wrinkles.
Daddy has grey hair.
It wasn't very long ago
when those things weren't there.
Wish I could smooth the wrinkles out
and darken Daddy's hair
to stop the changes going on.
It makes me feel so scared.
Grampa, does it mean they'll die?
They have wrinkles and grey hair!
I never used to worry
before those things were there.
Grampa said to look at him.
There were lots of wrinkles there,
and on his head, a snowstorm
was the color of his hair.
'Wrinkles only come to point
where smiles were, here and there.
It's your mommy's turn to get some
for the happy times you've shared.'
His white, and Daddy's grey hair
well, it was there to show
who had lived the longest time
so everyone could know!
Grampa said it's part of life.
We love, we learn, we live.
We earn grey hair and wrinkles,
they're prizes only God can give.
How They Do That! And, Survive
I've begun to notice those same people,
Were standing on this corner yesterday.
And now they are on that corner.
What's going on?
'Neither one of us are doing too much,
If I agree we both notice...
People with nothing to do,
But move from one side of the street...
To the other.'
Yeah?
But there is a difference.
'And what is that?
We both still have our jobs.'
You're right.
We complain everyday about the same routine.
To do nothing else,
But notice the same people do nothing...
As you put it.
'Like I said.
There is a difference.
We are getting paid to do nothing.'
And very soon,
Guess what?
'What? '
We might, one day...
Be asking them how they do that!
And, survive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Change! Change! Change!
change! change! change!
everybody talkin' about change.
change your look,
change your luck,
change your politics,
change your religion...
change the country,
change the world....
change the day!
change your underwear!
loose change, pocket change,
winds of change, march for change....
but all real change begins within...
let's work on that,
and then everything else
will change in turn!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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This Dang Mirror
I glance in the mirror
To only see the monster I have become
Tear drops sting my eyes
I try to hide them
But one by on they come down
Rolling down my cheek
Until I cannot take no more
Then they all start pouring down me
Like a rainy day
What is wrong with me?
That is the question that sings in my head
I cannot do anything right
The laceration is hidden inside
Not a soul can take notice
Take notice of this Emotion Pain
Looking in the mirror
Has made me see
I am truly barbarian
More tears struck my eyes
Knowing what I am
And Cannot Change
Tears me apart.
I am me
That is final
The pain is what I have to accept
You get what you deserve
God, I wish I knew
Exactly what I did
I cant sustain all this...
How long until I just give up?
poem by Makayla Straight
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Sonnet: Change You Can But…
Change you can your hair color, not your skin;
Change you can your smile and grin: not your eyes;
Change you can your sex partners, not your kin;
Change you can your sinful life: Be soul-wise!
Change you can your friends and foes, not parents;
Change you can your teacher/guide, not your brain;
Change you can your exam-marks, not talents;
Change you can your habits bad and be sane.
Change you can the environment, not the sun;
Change you can the landscape old, not the soil;
Change you can your temperament and not run;
Change you can your heart and mind: you must toil.
Change you can your ambitions but be brave;
Change you can your life-styles much but behave!
6-3-2001
poem by John Celes
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You can change the names
You can change the names
of places and call them,
what you want.
My people who life there,
will still be living there
next year and for many years more.
You can change the personnel
that work for the city
and the inadequate delivery of services
and corruption,
will in time make you
pay a handsome bill.
You can change the names of streets,
and fashion them
to your heroes.
Never could you undo
the acts of those
whose names they originally bared
and everyone that uses them
will still know
what they were called before.
Without fixing the roads
people will remember
about the holes in Slovo street
and the dead robots in Mandela drive,
which will keep them alive
You can change the names of airports
for its better that way,
that the world knows
that they coming
to an new country
that’s has fallen years behind,
from where it was before.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Look At Me
Look at me
Look at my mouth,
the little up-curve at the ends;
Look at my hair
the way I flip it when I talk;
Look at what I wear
some of it is for you.
Notice how I smell.
Notice how I look,
and how I breathe
when you are near;
come close to me;
lean in when we talk.
Touch my face sometimes.
Notice the brown specks
in my green eyes;
touch me
when I walk by;
And laugh a little
for no reason
when you say hello.
Look at me
at odd times
from across the room.
Back into me at parties
expecting a hug
from behind
And thank you love
cause you do all this
all the time.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Change In Scenery
I'll keep my small town girl name
but you can change the trees
change the breeze
I'll keep my big heart
but you can change the roads
change the toads
I'll keep my ice-melting smile
but you can change the distance
change the miles
I'll keep my soft hands
but you can change the grass
change the land
I'll keep what makes me me
but you can change our untogetherness
and change the scenery
poem by Jasmine Thompson
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Confused
A girl at 15 sits in her room and begins to write in her journal.
I just started to notice certain people in a romantic way.
I notice their scent as they walk by.
I remember the sound of their laugh.
I notice ever muscle tone in their body.
And I daydream about their lips kissing mine and taking my breath away.
But I’m confused because those who I have romantic feeling about are the same sex as me