It's Not All About Me
My mama raised and taught me
To see and instilled in me to believe
In who I am
With great confidence
To be a team player
And never a sore loser
Because it's not all about me
Not to belittle me
Not to hurt me
But to prepare me
Yes I am smart, brave and funny
But I am not the only one
Yes I am pretty
Guys look at me
Guess what I am not
The only beauty
It doesn't threaten me
It only gets me to see
All of God's treasures
The longer I breathe
I learn that's it's not all about me
poem by Tameeka Smith
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Lies About Tall Guys
Just seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys seem to get executive jobs
Shorter guys work mostly as clerks
Taller guys never seem to be slobs
Shorter guys always seem to be jerks
Taller guys seem to get all of the action
Shorter guys seem to be quite invisible
Taller guys always seem to deserve satisfaction
Shorter guys are lonely and miserable
Just seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys just seem born to play sports
Shorter guys kinda seem to like tennis
Taller guys certainly look better in shorts
Shorter guys look like Dennis the Menace
Taller guys are usually at the top of their class
Shorter guys seem to fail quite a lot
Taller guys always seem to kick ass
Shorter guys want to, but simply cannot
sure seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys get better grades and such
Shorter guys seem to barely scrape by
Taller guys seem to do better, pretty much
Shorter guys always wonder why
Taller guys seem to have eyes like a hawk
Shorter guys seem to wear glasses a lot
Taller guys cover more ground when they walk
Shorter guys, to keep up, have to trot
Sure seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys and their friends look like N.B.A players
Shorter guys look more like cheerleaders
Taller guys seem to look like dragon slayers
Shorter guys look a lot more like bleeders
Taller guys seem to have more gear to protect
Shorter guys wear more protective gear
Taller guys, more confidence seem to project
Shorter guys have less confidence, more fear
Really seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys appeal to the female gender
Shorter guys always seem to choke
Taller guys carry a lot more legal tender
Shorter guys always seem to be broke
Taller guys seem to drive high dollar cars
Shorter guys drive toyotas
Taller guys seem to reach for the stars
Shorter guys reach for diet sodas
Taller guys are obnoxious, let’s neuter them all
Shorter guys are great people, always a delight
Taller guys are an abomination against mother nature’s law
If you think I’m a short guy….well, you’re right!
Really seems like the way it should be
poem by David Whalen
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Sore Loser
You tried out for the high school team
So you would have some childhood dreams
That you and your father could share
Football coach said you're too small
Don't even think of basketball
You knew you were destined to fail
Went to the track meet
You wanna be an athlete (sore loser)
Get back in your seat they said
Go to the dugout
Three strikes you stuck out (sore loser)
And home runs flew over your head
Looking down on rock n' roll
And you dreamed of scoring goals
You're saving those dreams for your bed
Thought it was cool to be a jock
You ended up a rent-a-cop
A dozen donuts in your hand
You're a loser
A sore loser
Now it seems the tables turned
The game of life you should have learned
So try using some of your brains
All your high school friends are stars
Driving really fancy cars
The irony drives you insane
song performed by by Dog Eat Dog from Play Games
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You're The Only Hell Your Mama Ever Raised
Well I heard mama late last night
She was talking to my father
Now it's time that boy was shipping out
And I mean come hell or high water
Smokes and spits and drinks and fights
And his friends all look like trouble
Oh he sleeps all day and gone all night
Where's that boy I used to cuddle
Ten good years and then
He must ahve gone insane
CHORUS
You're the only hell
You'r mama ever raised
She tried ot tell you
But you got to do things your own way
Says you're a good boy and
That you must be going thorugh some phase
You're the only hell your mama ever raised
Mama ever raised
Mama ever, Mama ever raised
Susie sneaks out every night
Say's its only fair, yeah
Mama won't let me have no fun
Sometimes I think sh'es Linda Blair, yeah
Sixteen years of bristine tears
Then susie changed her ways
You're the only hell your mama ever raised
She tried ot tell you
but you got to do things your own way
Should know, know better and
that you must be goin through some phase
You're the only hell your mama ever raised
mama ever raised
mama ever raised
Oh yeah!
Ohhh mama, little boy may be leavin' today
I don't care what you say
Woman I've got to go
And fly away
song performed by by Warrant
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You're The Only Hell Your Mama Ever Raised
Well I heard mama late last night
She was talking to my father
Now it's time that boy was shipping out
And I mean come hell or high water
Smokes and spits and drinks and fights
And his friends all look like trouble
Oh he sleeps all day and gone all night
Where's that boy I used to cuddle
Ten good years and then
He must ahve gone insane
CHORUS
You're the only hell
You'r mama ever raised
She tried ot tell you
But you got to do things your own way
Says you're a good boy and
That you must be going thorugh some phase
You're the only hell your mama ever raised
Mama ever raised
Mama ever, Mama ever raised
Susie sneaks out every night
Say's its only fair, yeah
Mama won't let me have no fun
Sometimes I think sh'es Linda Blair, yeah
Sixteen years of bristine tears
Then susie changed her ways
You're the only hell your mama ever raised
She tried ot tell you
but you got to do things your own way
Should know, know better and
that you must be goin through some phase
You're the only hell your mama ever raised
mama ever raised
mama ever raised
Oh yeah!
Ohhh mama, little boy may be leavin' today
I don't care what you say
Woman I've got to go
And fly away
song performed by by Warrant
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Can A Player Find A Soul Mate?
I asked a guy yesterday,
'Will you be a player in your golden days? '
He said, 'Once a player always a player
I guess that is what I will be'
he sounded for sure at least he
was honest with me.
I said 'Don't you want to find your Soul Mate?
He says, it doesn't matter anymore I'm having fun,
I'm still young, my dating life has just begun.
I guess if he is happy and content
maybe he will never have regrets.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Can A Player Find A Soul Mate?
I asked a guy yesterday,
'Will you be a player in your golden days? '
He said, 'Once a player always a player'
I guess that is what I will be
he sounded for sure at least he
was honest with me.
I said 'Don't you want to find your Soul Mate?
He says, it doesn't matter anymore I'm having fun,
I'm still young, my dating life has just begun.
I guess if he is happy and content
maybe he will never have regrets.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Being the Player
Doesn't it seem kind of funny
That we always want to be the player
The one that's in the action
The one that's in the spotlight
Doesn't it seem kind of funny
That we ca solve all the problems
From the outside obseving
What the other people are doing
But we don't seem to jump in
To solve all the problems
Because we may find out
What being the player is all about
poem by Jerry Abrahamson
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We have to stop the war
The world is sore,
From having so many wars,
You can’t just stuff it in a drawer,
It is going to wash up on are shore,
And when it does it will be so hardcore,
You won’t be able to ignore, It anymore,
It’s like were looking for,
An open door,
That we will have to prepare for,
Once more,
It will hurt like a cold sore,
I can’t take it any more,
What is the answer to this war?
Is it lying on the ocean floor?
We need a man who can make a plan that even a monkey can understand,
Hopefully this plan will come soon because if it doesn’t there will be consequences
poem by Jacob Gifford
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I had a coach that was not a great player, but he taught with kids and juniors so that by the time he was 50 he was great. He helped me make the top 5 in the world and yet he wasn't a great player himself.
quote by Guy Forget
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My Mama Didn't Raise No Punk
Let me say this...
My mama didn't raise no punk!
Not when she would slam dunk me,
Away from public view.
Or dared me not to do those things,
She told me to.
Or take my time!
Mama came from the old school.
And she didn't hesitate,
To strike fire to my behind.
Let me say this...
My mama didn't raise no punk!
She knew exactly what she was doing with me.
She raised me to become independent.
Not a chump.
I was raised to use my mind.
And defend my thoughts!
And any gift I got from mama,
Is was bought for me because it was earned!
Like those whippings for my backtalk.
My mama didn't have easy lessons taught.
None that I remember were for me quickly learned.
But over time I did.
Since I didn't like to sit...
On a burned butt after getting whipped!
Eventually they sunk in...
Those lessons.
Deep.
To stay.
If I was ever to become a punk...
It was going to be done mama's way.
With a tormenting whipping,
As she held me,
Screaming...
'I've got it, if you want it.
And you're going to get it good.
What's my name? '
Mama.
'What is it? '
Mama.
'And don't you forget it!
Who's your mama? '
You're my mama, mama!
'That's right!
And don't you forget it,
Not one bit.
Or I'll be back to give you more...
Of some of this.
Don't play with me, boy! '
Dedicated:
My Mother, Edna Pearl Roberts (Prudhomme) Pertillar
And my paternal Grandmother, Clara Louise Countryman Pertillar
'Thank you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only in baseball can a team player be a pure individualist first and a team player second, within the rules and spirit of the game.
quote by Branch Rickey
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Caught Between Two Guys
Tell me tell me tell me,
Tell me what to do.
Cause I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost,
And don’t know what to do.
Two great guys, one great girl,
And they ask me to choose.
One’s left for the army two years ago,
He’s coming home and wants to have another go.
I’m lost I'm lost I'm lost,
And don’t know what to do.
The other’s been a great friend.
He’s always been there,
And promised to be until the end.
Tell me tell me tell me,
Tell me what to do.
Cause I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost,
And don’t know what to do.
Two great guys, one great girl,
And they ask me to choose.
I’ve loved one for years,
And years still to come.
While the other it’s been two year,
And yes, I guess I’ve missed him some.
Do I turn left?
Do I turn right?
Or do I go strain on my own?
Do I take the hand of the army brave?
Or the one whose road is already paved?
Tell me tell me tell me,
Tell me what to do.
Cause I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost,
And don’t know what to do.
Two great guys, one great girl,
And they ask me to choose.
copyright 2007
poem by Jess Schwarcz
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Pretty boy hates every beautiful day
All the girls love him
All the guys wish to be like him
But pretty boy hates every beautiful day
Star of the baseball team
Captain of the football team
But pretty boy hates every beautiful day
Beautiful cheerleader girlfriend
Loved by all, hated by none
But pretty boy hates every beautiful day
Perfect looks
Perfect life
But pretty boy hates every beautiful day
Sometimes things in life aren't as good as they appear
poem by Jessica Canerday
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Ebony Eyes
Shes a miss beautiful supreme
A girl that others wish that they could be
If theres seven wonders of the world
Then I know shes gotta be number one
Shes a girl that cant be beat
Born and raised on ghetto streets
Shes a devastating beauty
A pretty girl with ebony eyes
Shes the sunflower of natures seeds
A girls that some men only find in their dreams
When she smiles it seems the stars all know
Cause one by one they start to light up the sky
Shes a girl that cant be beat
Born and raised on ghetto streets
Shes a devastating beauty
A pretty girl with ebony eyes
A girl that cant be beat
Born and raised on ghetto streets
A devastating beauty
A pretty girl with ebony eyes
When she starts talking soft and sweet
Like birds of spring her words all seem to sing
With a rhythm that is made of love
And the happiness that she only brings
Shes a girl that cant be beat
Born and raised on ghetto streets
Shes a devastating beauty
A pretty girl with ebony eyes
A girl that cant be beat
Born and raised on ghetto streets
A devastating beauty
A pretty girl with ebony eyes
Yeah, yea yea
.......yeah
Pretty black beauty
Yeah, hea yeah
Yea, yea, yeah, yea, yea, yeah
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yeah
Shes a girl that cant be beat
Born and raised on ghetto streets
Shes a devastating beauty
A pretty girl with ebony ey---es
Ebony ey---es
Ebony ey---es
Ebony ey---es
Ebony eyes
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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I'll be me
I wana be a pretty girl
one whos loved by guys everywhere
I wana be a strong girl
one whos not afraid to be hurt
I wana be a perfect girl
one that makes my mother proud
I wana be your girl
one your always around
but I guess I'll just be this girl
one who's barely noticed
I guess I'll be a random girl
one who's making faces
I guess I'll be a choir girl
one who's always got a song to sing
i guess i'll be this girl
one who is me
poem by Jasmine Thompson
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A failure is an opportunity
You fail today; I know how it feels to be a failure.
It will be sad. You mourn alone, nobody mourns for you.
It will be silent. The noise of failure is too much inside
Your ears, lots of evil voices speak, like you are
A nobody
A failure
A disservice, a uselessness, the smallness of you
Like a miniature plastic soldier toy in the cabinet
Set aside for being so unattractive,
You shrink in society, and friends shy away now,
In failure you are alone, and you cry alone, if you
Will it that way,
If you will it,
You fail and forever you are a failure, a loser,
A sore loser,
But think a little deeper this time,
Who in this world never had a failure once in a while?
Isaac Newton, Thomas Edison, Albert Einstein,
Abraham Lincoln, Ronald Reagan, George Bush,
Give me a name, and I will cite their failures,
Give me a name of a man who never failed
And I will show you that dead man in his grave.
My friend, failure is an opportunity to be great
Learn, learn, and learn, take the failure as your
Platform to catapult you to something higher than yourself,
Jump and rise to some other better opportunities,
Learn and be a new person again, stronger and wiser this time.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A team championship doesn't happen because three people score 10s, it happens because all the guys score well. In my opinion, everyone deserved 10s, we're all 10s on this team.
quote by Mitch Gaylord
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Talk To Her
When you talk to her talk to her
Like it was somebody else
Talk to your mama
Don't get smart
But I have a heart to heart
and just like you would
Would you doubt us
Cause everything you do or say
You got to live with everyday
She's somebody's baby
She's somebody's sister
She's somebody's mama
Now when you go to her
Speak truthfully
Honest as you can be from your heart
You're in a situation
But you're losing patience
Take your time and look her in the eyes
When you just can't find the words you want
And it's hard to reach a point
Where you both can understand
Don't just tell the truth
But tell the whole truth
It'll make a better man out of you
When you talk to her talk to her
Like it was somebody else
Talk to your mama
Don't get smart
But I have a heart to heart
and just like you would
Would you doubt us
Cause everything you do or say
You got to live with everyday
She's somebody's baby
She's somebody's sister
She's somebody's mama
He doesn't matter if
She's wearing mini skirt or business suit
Whether she's twenty-five or ninety-nine
Treat her the way your mama talked you to
She could be the queen shieber
song performed by by India.Arie from Voyage To India
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XXXIX: All About Fool
it's much easy to be fool when talk about lose
only cat, fool and smoke like high place
use weapon and fool effectively
pretty goddess will stay pretty as long as she doesn't open her mouth
fool doesn't catch a cold
better be fool that honest than smart but cheat
(but be smart and honest is still the best)
fool is also human
two types of 'fool'sayer:
the shy one or the foolish one
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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True Identity
True Identity (This is a song)
(1) I’m trying so hard to get though the week, but things go wrong when people don’t speak, see that is not my problem my problem is I have no one the speak. to, I try and I try to put on a happy face, I try and I try to not look misplaced, but I guess that’s what’s on the outside, on the inside is a whole nother’ place…
(Chorus) I’m let down, by my friends at school, I’m not pretty popular or cool,
I whish they could know, how much they’ve hurt me, all those things, just had to be dirty, I’m the loser with the long blonde hair but in my heart I’ve gone somewhere,
So what they see is not my true identity….
(2) So my heart is like a mirror, reflecting those words, the school days draw nearer, and I feel like a curse, My feelings kept inside my head, so I reveal them now to you instead….
(Chorus) I’m let down, by my friends at school, I’m not pretty popular or cool,
I whish they could know, how much they’ve hurt me, all those things, just had to be dirty, I’m the loser with the long blonde hair but in my heart I’ve gone somewhere,
So what they see is not my true identity….
(Bridge) M world is spinning upside down, And now my smile is a frown, But now the summer is over, the weekends are all I have left, the school week seems not to end, like a river with a never ending bend….
(Chorus) I’m let down, by my friends at school, I’m not pretty popular or cool,
I whish they could know, how much they’ve hurt me, all those things, just had to be dirty, I’m the loser with the long blonde hair but in my heart I’ve gone somewhere,
So what they see is not my true identity….
No they don’t see me, or my true identity….
By: Riley Smith
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