Don’t die hard to leave a name.
Barely three decades ago did C.N
Annadhurai
Pull the Kenneth recorded crowd for
his funeral.
Hardly can anyone recall him anymore
now,
His well written books gathering dust.
Don’t die, thinking that you’ll post live.
20.09.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Gratitude For Future
If you were great,
Your funeral would pull fewer crowds.
If your sons were great,
Then your funeral would pull much crowd.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Gathering Dust
The books on my shelves
are now gathering dust.
I will get back to them
for I know I must.
But not just now,
can’t think of them somehow.
Their pages won’t solace me.
Their words can’t turn my mind.
For my mind just wanders
to you, I find.
Books need concentration,
not a vacant stare.
But other people’s stories
don’t take me anywhere.
If I outlive you
maybe then I’ll dust.
I’ll slowly try to read again
for I know I must.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Down
I thought I heard you raking the coals
Underneath a lonely man's soles
Why can't you just let it all go
Then I start to go down
I heard him say life is a joke
His words burned like acidrain smoke
Why can't you love what you don't know
Then I start to go
Down, down, down
Way too low
I start to go down, down, down
You can't pull up anymore
Once you go down
I thought you said, what is it's worth
You just get pain for all your life's work
I'll just crawl into my black hole
Then I start to go
Down, down, down
Way too low
I start to go down, down, down
I can't pull up anymore
My Superman's all covered in rust
All of my dreams gone bust
This time I've fallen down
I'm stuck in this rut
Maybe I'll try falling up
'Cause I've fallen far enough
I start to go
Down, down, down
Way too low
I start to go down, down, down
I can't pull up anymore
I start to go down, down, down
You can't pull up anymore
Once you've gone down
song performed by by Hanson
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If only you'd never speak to me
The way that you do
If only you'd never speak like that
It's like listening to
A breaking heart
A falling sky
Fire go out and friendship die
I wish you felt the way that i still do
If only you'd never look at me
The way that you do
If only you'd never look like that
When i look at you
I see face like stone
Eyes of ice
Mouth so sweetly telling lies
I wish you felt the way that i still do
The way that i still do
But you don't
You don't feel anymore
You don't care anymore
It's all gone
If only you'd never pull from me
The way that you do
If only you'd never pull like that
When i'm with you
I feel hopeless hands helplessly
Pulling you back close to me
I wish you felt the way that i still do
The way that i still do
If only you'd ever speak to me
The way you once did
Look at me the way you once did
Pull to me the way you once did
But you don't
You don't feel anymore
You don't care anymore
It's all gone
It's all gone
song performed by by Cure
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It's In The Game
[DJ Clue]
Yeah... DJ Clue...Dessert Storm...EA Sports...Come on
[Fabolous]
NBA Live...2003... Fabolous...Who Gon' Stop Me!!?
[Verse 1]
I hoop with the best of them swooped up the chest of them
dunked on a bunch caught ali-oops on the rest of them
I got the lean on the "J" now
it really don't matter if we play in arenas or playgrounds
throw it around the back so it look fly when I pass
just to avoid the block go high off the glass
I'm killing them out there they gon' have to bring caskets
this all I hear after the baskets *swoosh*
but I ain't even warm up
and still pull from where it counts for 3 points and leave the form up
you must be insane if you give me the lane or perimiter
the crossover will sprain every limb on ya
I never woulda, ever coulda
thought I could come off the baseline and jump over seven-footers
soon as you step out the locker room you now can see
how live it gets in 2003
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Who gon' stop me when I'm in the lane?
I come to entertain you know its in the game
Who gon' stop me? go and get 5
I D-up with 5 you know it gets live
[Verse 2]
I'm the crowd favorite and I believe the fans
love the way I finger roll it with either hand
my handles pull it through presses plus I can play the lane
and block shots like bulletproof vestes
I often be found in the paint waiting for I miss
so I can slam it back off the rebound
then I show off with class
look the other way when I throw off a pass
call it when I go off the glass
hope ya'll play better "D"
or I'ma keep scoring until the coach hold his hands like the letter "T"
When I put pressure on the ball they be feeling on lo
song performed by by Fabolous
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Poems Might Have Written
there was no Medici to take my brief
poems might have written across decades
were all dust doomed stillborn births
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Four-Foot Shelf
'Come, see,' said he, 'my four-foot shelf,
A forty volume row;
And every one I wrote myself,
But that, of course, you know.'
I stared, I searched a memory dim,
For though an author too,
Somehow I'd never heard of him,--
None of his books I knew.
Said I: 'I'd like to borrow one,
Fond memories to recall.'
Said he: 'I'll gladly give you some,
And autograph them all.'
And so a dozen books he brought,
And signed tome after tome:
Of course I thanked him quite a lot,
And took them home.
So now I have to read his work,
Though dry as dust it be;
No portion of it may I shirk,
Lest he should question me.
This tale is true,--although it looks
To me a bloody shame,
A guy could father forty books,
yet no one know his name.
poem by Robert William Service
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Post-Modern Poetry
The post-modern poem is the poet's surprise-
It has no agenda but its own interpretation-
It reads the ‘expressive I' as an infinite longing of the soul
To know and be known-
It writes out of many different places
But finds it difficult to call one its home-
It has many names and voices
But none speaks with an authoritative rhythm -
It is only its own alone home
And so I writing it know
It will not be found in me by those who write it as their own-
Chaos, perhaps, is its signature,
And loss of all the ancient rhythms and forms-
It wants to wander where it will as it does -
But I, I thinking back to what we were
And remembering years of reading others
Know too its voices are many even within the single self-
There is no ‘modern' anymore and no ‘post- modern' either
In the age where everything is accessible
And all is easily found and communicated
The single soul's signature cannot mean a name is real -
Only where all effort is and fails
Only where nobody really is
Only where many write and no one can really read
Perhaps beyond this
Beyond post- modern poetry
This poem too will teach Poetry how to live.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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When more is less
Could be better to write more
And perhaps to post less?
And after writing more, be sure
To only post one’s best?
Could it be
That the quality
Might improve
by leaps and bounds
Or would it be,
that quantity
Is more important
Than the sounds?
At any rate
It’s ne’er too late
To reread what it tis
That one’s written
Aye, ere one posts in haste…
Give to us the fine taste
Of only the best…
That you’ve written
poem by David Whalen
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What Are We?
WHAT ARE WE?
What are we?
Dust of the earth
Dust of the stars
Thinking dust
Dreaming dust
Loving dust
Dust of Dust
God’s Dust
What are we?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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P.s. You Rock My World
p.s. you rock my world
I was at a funeral the day i realised
I wanted to spend my life with you
Sitting down on the steps at the old post office
The flag was flying at half mast
And i was thinkin' 'bout how everyone was dying
And maybe it is time to live
I don't know where we're going
I don't know what we'll do
Walked into the thrif-tee
Saw the man with the hollow eyes
Who didn't give me all my change
But it didn't bother me this time
'cause i know i only got this moment
And it's good
I went to the gas station
Old woman honked her horn
Waiting for me to fix her car
I don't know where we're going
I don't know what we'll do
Laying in bed tonight i was thinking
And listening to all the dogs
And the sirens and the shots
And how the careful man tries to dodge the bullets
While a happy man takes a walk
And maybe it is time to live
song performed by by Eels
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Hoarder Or Collector (Fun Poem 101)
Some of us are hoarders
and we don’t know where to stop.
We say we are collectors,
of rubbish maybe.
For a long time I have loved books
and collected every waif and stray.
People gave them to me by the dozen
and I never turned them away.
My collecting went so mad
I have now ten thousand or more
within my library.
Enough is enough I would say,
but still more arrived.
Now I don’t live in a house anymore,
as it has become a library.
There are books in every room
and not just one or two,
but dozens and dozens of them.
Everywhere you go;
there are books here and there.
Now I must down size
and my problem is
which ones do I let go,
and then I think
I might want to read a couple of them.
I am confused at what to do.
I know if I don’t do it soon
we won’t be able to
even get into the loo!
19 April 2009
Author’s note:
Loo is a word we use instead of saying Toilet. And, yes, I have that many books and I do have to get rid of some.
DVH
poem by David Harris
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A Man That Of Course You Do Not Know
after having read a lot of books
and written a novel
and a thousand poems
even nominated for the Nobel
he comes home
gathers us all
in his big new house
gives us our drinks and
come slices of cakes
and he begins his first lecture
on how to perform
a funeral
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Don't Live Here Anymore
[Faith Evans]
1 you abandoned me
love don't live here anymore
just a vacancy
love don't live here anymore
when you lived inside of me
there was nothing i could conceive
that you wouldn't do for me
trouble seemed so far away
you changed that right away
[repeat 1]
oh oh
[Mary J Blige]
love don't live here anymore
just emptiness and memories of what we had before
you went away
found another place to stay another heart
[repeat 1]
oh oh oh
[Faith Evans]
through the windows of my eyes
everyone can see the loneliness inside of me
why did you have to go away
don't you know i miss you so
i need your love
[repeat 1]
[Mary J Blige]
[repeat 1]
[Both]
love don't live here
love don't live here anymore
love don't live here
love don't live here anymore
love don't live here
love don't live here anymore
love don't live here
love don't live here anymore
song performed by by Faith Evans from Faith Evans
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Live... From The Funeral Of God
Live from the funeral of God
Live from the funeral of God
This is the day you've awaited
Sponsored and celebrated
He has answered your prayers
Corpses have piled up with your riches
They have spilled over onto the Earth
We spit and wear our fear like masks
Everything is locked into form
(Interrupt the feed)
(It's closing in, its closing in) The skys so dark
(It's closing in, its closing in) The skys so dark
(It's closing in, its closing in) The skys so dark
(It's closing in, its closing in) The skys so dark
Are men no worse than demons?
Are armies not thirsty for bleed?
The desire of their hearts has been met
Eons and eons
Decades of liars
Drink with power atop the mountains of corpses
Their arms and legs fail and they crawl like serpents
To address those who are mourning
Live from the funeral of God
Of God
(It's closing in, its closing in) The skys so dark
(It's closing in, its closing in) The skys so dark
(It's closing in, its closing in) The skys so dark
(It's closing in, its closing in) The skys so dark
There is no reason to be afraid
Everything is under control
There is no reason to be afraid
Everything is under control
There is no reason to be afraid
Everything is under control
There is no reason to be afraid
Everything is under control
There is no reason to be afraid
Everything is under control
There is no reason to be afraid
Everything is under control
song performed by by Zao
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I Live In A City As Great
I LIVE IN A CITY/ AS GREAT
I live in a city
As great as holy as conflicted
As history itself
Many years have I lived here
And little have I written about it-
Much greater than me
Have written here Holy Books for mankind here-
Generations of Jews
Prayed to live here-
I have been blessed
The city will always be too great for me
But I hope to live here to the end of my life.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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She Doesnt Live Here Anymore
We grew up together, weve been here forever.
Barefoot in the summer, cold in stormy weather.
She taught me all there is, like magic and love,
Lots of forgotten words
But now, she doesnt live here anymore.
Shes off and shes gone, she doesnt live here anymore.
Im sorry thats all there is to it, Im sorry thats all
She dressed just like a painter, a female street picasso
And i, I will remember the heaven in her laughter.
And the scent of her sweet perfume when we made love
Under an august moon
But now, she doesnt live here anymore.
Shes off and shes gone, she doesnt live here anymore.
Shes gone since long, so long, she doesnt live here anymore.
She took off and left home, she doesnt live here anymore.
Im sorry thats all there is to it, Im sorry thats all. thats all.
song performed by by Roxette
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There's never a good year for immigration reform - that's why it's dragged on ineffectually for decades.
quote by Kenneth E. Scott
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Love Dont Live Here Anymore
Perfect strangers sitting down face to face
Like weve never met before
Nothings left between us
But the space between us
Love dont live here anymore
Faded photographs; dusty dreams
Lyin scattered on the floor
Nothings here to bind us
To the years behind us
Love dont live here anymore
Never sharin nothin
We dont care
I got nothin close to nothin youd care to hear
Nail the shutters down; pull the shades
Hang a sign upon the door
Theres no use pretending
Theres no happy ending
Love dont live here anymore.
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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On Joe White's Ninetieth Birthday
So many he knew in his younger years to life have come and gone
But like the great man that he is Joe White keeps on keeping on
Ten years short of his century in his ninetieth year of life
I remember him and his daughter daughter Bibi and his now long deceased wife.
He and his wife and daughter went to live in America many decades ago
But they returned to Ballydaly to live amongst old friends they did know
He has done his share of travelling but the love of home is strong
And he is back in Tubber where he feels he does belong.
One of the elder citizens of the Parish of Millstreet
He is as nice a person as one could wish to meet
I have fond memories of him and of his ready smile
He is one of those nice people that I've not seen for some-while.
In the Wallis Arms in Millstreet Town for him a surprise party where a great night was had by all
And I bet at the happy gathering old times they did recall
Joe White has turned ninety and enjoying his lengthy life span
And it truly can be said of him that he is a gentleman.
poem by by unknown author
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