Birthday Call
I called her on her birthday!
He answered the phone, which didn't surprise me,
We exchanged polite formalities, spoke of hunting,
Corporate takeovers, hardware stores, The Weather.
When he asked me ' guess what? '
I immediately thought, ' I bet she's expecting.'
Triumphantly he announced ' We're Pregnant! '
Such elation! - my immediate reaction
After all; It was just what they had wanted.
© Calac
poem by Chris Lane
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Last To Know
[Chorus]
Why was I the last to know
That you weren't coming to my show you coulda
Called me up to say "good luck"
You coulda called me back you stupid f***
Why was I the last to know?
[Verse 1]
First date, we ate sushi and
It went well, I was funny and
You said I was a cutie
That's the last thing I heard from you
I left the tickets at the door for you
I had to tell my mom that there was
No more room
You didn't show, that was so uncool
You coulda called me back
So i guess this means that we're
Not friends anymore, I heard
It's me you're asking for, I thought
I'd see you at the show
You said you'd go
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
After the date, I wouldn't go
Home with you
I wouldn't put my heels in the
Air for you
You tried to get me to do things
I just won't do
Last I heard from you
Here is how I guess the story goes
You woulda came if I was a ho
F*** for parts that's just not how
I roll, move it on down the road
So I guess, we, shouldn't be
Friends anymore, sick of hearin'
That it's me you're askin' for
'Cause I thought I'd see you at the
Show, you said you'd go!
[Chorus]
You thought you know me
I guess you didn't
You thought you had me
I think you didn't
You thought you knew me
But you didn't
[Chorus (Out)]
song performed by by Pink
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And That's Why
I didn’t call and wish you a happy fathers day today
Cause everyone called and told me today.
Did you need for us to call you on this day?
Just like the kids wanted to play that day?
I didn’t call and wish you a happy fathers day today
Because you haven’t seen your kids in 21 days
I bet they wanted to play within those days
So that’s why I didn’t call and tell you happy fathers day
I called and told my daddy happy father’s day
Because he calls me each and every day
When you didn’t buy those diapers
He came through, just like always
When the kids wanted to play
Your brothers dad came around and stayed
So I wished him a happy father’s day today
I wished all my single mothers’ happy father’s day
Because they go through the same thing i do
And they wished me a happy father’s day too
So that’s why I didn’t call you
You called too,
But I was sleeping
Because I have to work two jobs
To take up for what you don’t do
So that’s why I didn’t call you
I put your son on the phone when I woke up
To call and wish his father a happy father’s day
And guess what?
You hung up!
Now do you see why I don’t call and wish you a happy father’s day?
poem by Tylatreece Colbert
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Lost Love
She was in and out of jail,
She had no friends,
She had no job.Her parents didn't car,
So she did what she thought was best,
She took her life,
On August 10th she was dead.
That was her birthday,
When her cousin Amy came over AT 7: 54 pm,
She was dead,
She died 15 minutes before Amy got there,
When Amy came in she was petrified at what she saw,
She saw her cousin lying in a pool of blood,
Amy immediately called the cops,
Any told the press she never fitted in,
She told them she want welcome,
Who is she you ask,
She is the lonely girl who everyone thought was okay.
poem by Shannon Welch
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What She Said When I Said I Love Her
it was on the phone
long distance of long time ago
six years
when i called her and
told her
i still love her
(there was silence
and i guess she was covering the mouthpiece
with a handkerchief
and then she answered-
'who's this please? '
and i think i know what she meant.
i put down the phone
and rang another number
this one, perhaps still remembers...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Teddy Bears
Up to the age of four years old
Edmund was called ‘Little Ted’,
but the day after his fifth birthday
he was called something else instead.
For his birthday he was bought a teddy bear
and of course that night he took it to bed.
The very next morning he told his mummy
the bear was to be called ‘Little Ted’.
Two ‘Little Ted’s’ would be confusing, said mum
so you ought to change your name.
Because you’re bigger we’ll call you ‘Big Ted’
and then your names won’t be the same.
‘Big Ted’ and ‘Little Ted’ became great friends,
and went everywhere together,
upstairs and downstairs, indoors and out,
and in all kinds of weather.
One day ‘Big Ted’ and his mother went shopping,
and he saw an even bigger teddy bear.
He whispered to his mother, “Don’t you think
‘Little Ted’ is looking worse for wear? ”
She knew what he was getting at and said,
“You can’t replace ‘Little Ted’ just because he’s worn, ”
and he said, “I don’t want to replace ‘Little Ted’,
but another teddy would help to keep him warm.”
“By what name would it be known? ” she asked.
“Well, it’s only right that he should be ‘Big Ted’,
and then everyone will call me Edmund,
which is what I prefer to be called instead.”
poem by Orlando Belo
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Long Lost Daughter
This poem was inspired by a storyline on the TV show 'Casualty', when Colette's long lost daughter found her.
My Mum came to see me at work,
Asking to speak to me urgently.
She had recieved a phone call
From my long lost daughter, Natalie.
Then one day, Natalie turned up at work.
I was taken by surprise:
She was a beautiful young lady now,
And was stood before my very eyes.
I asked my boss for an hour's break.
Natalie and I went for a walk.
We had a lot of catching up to do,
And had a good heart to heart talk.
She asked why I had her adopted
And I had to tell her the truth.
My Mum had told me if I kept her,
I was no longer welcome under her roof.
I was fifteen at the time.
I was alone and very afraid.
Soon after I had her, she was whisked away,
And so it was at home I stayed.
She asked about her father,
But he left me years ago.
When he discovered I was pregnant,
He just didn't want to know.
Sixteen years had passed
Since I gave my little girl away,
But eventhough life carried on,
I thought about her every day.
Only those close to me knew of her existence.
I'd kept her a secret all that time,
But now the time had finally arrived,
To tell the world, Natalie was mine!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Thursday to Sunday
On Thursday she told me she was leaving
she wanted to get out of my sight.
She didn’t want to waste words talking about it
no discussion would put things right.
She asked me to book a flight to England
where she would make a life on her own.
It was clear that I no longer figured in her life
and she certainly made it known.
For the rest of the day she never spoke to me
and tried to avoid me in every way.
She wouldn’t listen to any of my questions,
this was a silent treatment day.
I said that this was no way to be parting,
we should talk and reach a compromise,
but she threw reasoning back into my face,
slammed doors, and much more besides.
Her mood was set for the next two days,
she never once spoke a civil word.
I had accepted what seemed inevitable
even though I thought it absurd.
I sent emails and letters to friends and family,
explaining that we had come to an end,
she had decided to break up the partnership
and didn’t want to part as friends.
At three thirty on Sunday morning
she asked if I was awake.
I said I had just woken up at that moment,
but what was so urgent that couldn’t wait.
She wanted to say something important,
so I said say what you’ve got to say.
She was sorry for the way she spoke to me
and her words weren’t intended that way.
All she wanted was to be alone for a while
and to get away from the day to day stress.
She then whispered that she still loved me,
and could I forgive her this terrible mess.
For a few minutes I thought and said nothing.
She then said, “Well, is forgiveness in your heart?
I’m sorry that the words I said came out wrong,
I do love you and don’t want us to part.”
I explained the position that she had placed me,
and that I’d made plans for a life on my own.
I’d made the arrangements to live without her,
because she insisted on being alone.
“So that’s it, ” she said, “you can’t forgive me? ”
I said, “I couldn’t go through all this again.
What’s stopping you repeating the performance? ”
She said, “I won’t it’s caused us too much pain.”
Gently, she placed her arm around me,
and I thought hard and long.
I then turned and placed my arm around her
and said, “I hope my decision’s not wrong.”
poem by Orlando Belo
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I Hate Eating Alone In Public
I sat alone to eat at a restaurant today
For the first time in public today
I gotta say I hate eating alone
I used to ask total strangers to eat with me
And I would tell them that I would pay
So they would eat with me
This one guy must of thought I liked him
And that wasn't the case
I just wanted someone to eat with me
He gave me compliments
We had a great conversation
It was fun eating with him
Than I realized
He thought we were on a date
When he said
I never had a girl ask me out
But I didn't have the heart to tell him
I only asked him out to eat
Because I didn't want to eat alone in public
He asked for my number
So I gave him my number
But I never called him back
And if that had been a date
I would of called him back
But it wasn't a date
Now I'm sitting in a restaurant eating alone
And having all these people stare at me
And it make it worse they're all here with a date
And I'm eating here alone
More Over-Heard Conversations At The Party
'Bet you thought you were talking to me didn't you? '
'We have them just where they want us'
'If I am an hallucination, why are you talking to me? '
'You keep applying for the job of my supervisor. That job is taken.'
If I wanted someone to run my life, Dad, I wouldn't choose you.
Being right all the time is not enough.
'Sometimes you have to stoop to see your dreams.'
'I can sing but only in the bathroom'
I like you, but, only because you like me
The higher I reach on the step-ladder of life, the more likely I will fall.
'I like me because I got you to like me.'
'I would be perfect if I didn't have all these flaws.'
'If you give me a kiss I will run away and keep it forever'
'I like to be with my friends when I want to be alone among people'
'He told me he liked me, so I hit him.'
I told him that I was trying to be wrong, but that he was making that difficult.
'I was so drunk I tried to make a phone call with her barbie doll.'
'So I am trying to fish my cell phone out of the toilet and it rings and then
someone says hello, and I turn around and it is Bob.'
'So I said 'Don't come back to me just because I asked you to.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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All I Wanted Was to Make YOU Proud
This fire in my blood
This fire in my eyes
The fire that come shooting,
right out of my damned mouth.
This fire of the rage!
This fire of the pain.
This fire of the anger,
that is burning in my head
I feel all the hatred
I feel so damn used
Walked through streets so flooded,
to get a glimpse of you
I got nothing of you
I didn't even get a look
The closest i was to you,
was the radiation from my phone
I don't know what i was doing
I wasn't thinking straight
Just thought that you'd be happy
If i was really there
I thought that you'd be angered
And would say i didn't care
I risked my life!
I risked my health.
My family was in second place
You were first through my mind
You were my main concern
To make you happy was my wish..
It didn't come true
I feel crushed and devastated
I guess hard enough, i didn't try
It's my fault your ankles broken,
When the sirens sound, I start to cry
Did you want to see me?
Do you really care?
What if i'd been stolen?
What if i'd been raped?
Well, it would of been
all of my damned fault
I shouldn't take a risk
For things that don't matter
I took a risk for you
My life was on the line
I didn't even think it twice
About me, i didn't give a damn
All i wanted was to see you
I wanted to know you were alright
I wanted to make you happy
I wanted to make you proud
That you knew you had a girlfriend that was there,
no matter what
But apparently i wasn't there
I guess i wasn't at all
So maybe you want better
Someone that's truly there
No matter what...
I'm not good enough now
And maybe i deserved to be drenched.
Maybe i deserved to shed every tear that i shed
Maybe i deserved the cuts on my hands
Maybe i deserved it
Maybe I'm a waste
And at the end of it all,
who am I to blame? ..
No one but myself..
poem by Evelyn Castillo
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Blue Orchid
You got a reaction
You got a reaction, didn't you?
You took a white orchid
You took a white orchid and turned it blue
Something's better than nothing
Something's better than nothing, it's givin' up!
Gotta make up for something
Try getting the truth from showing up
How dare you?
How old are you now anyway?
How dare you?
How old are you now anyway?
How dare you?
How old are you now anyway?
You are given a flower
But I guess there was just no pleasing you
Your lip tastes sour
But you think that it's me just teasing you
You got a reaction
You got a reaction, didn't you?
You took a white orchid
You took a white orchid and turned it blue
Get behind me!
Get behind me now anyway!
Get behind me!
Get behind me now anyway!
Get behind me!
Get behind me now anyway!
You got a reaction
You got a reaction, didn't you?
You took a white orchid
You took a white orchid and turned it blue
song performed by by White Stripes
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It's Your Birthday
Surprise
Girl I bet you thought I had went and forgot
It's a special day
Tonight
Your gift will be something you will remember
For the rest of your days, yeah
(So get ready I'ma take you out)
And show you some love
(Show you what a party is all about)
Once we hit the club
It's your birthday (so let's party and have some fun, yeah)
It's your birthday (we'll dance 'til the morning comes, yeah)
Happy birthday (girl let's step the night away)
Happy birthday (yeah, and we're gonna celebrate, yeah)
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo
Ooh we'll be laughing and singing and grooving on the way (yeah)
With smiles upon our face (oh yeah) (yeah)
Nothing but VIP
Darling for you and me
And there's so many dancing feet
Dancing in harmony
(So get ready I'ma take you out)
And show you some love, yeah
(Show you what a party is all about)
Once we hit the club, yeah
It's your birthday (we're gonna party and have some fun)
It's your birthday (and we'll dance til the morning comes yeah)
Happy birthday (oh, let's step the night away)
Happy birthday (we're gonna celebrate)
Let's go
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo
Go Drea it's your birthday
Go Joanne it's your birthday
Go Jaya it's your birthday
Go Chanl it's your birthday
Go Angie it's your birthday
Go Julie it's your birthday
Go Ebony it's your birthday
Go Teshonda it's your birthday
Go Kim it's your birthday
Go Lisa it's your birthday
Go Divine it's your birthday
Go Simone it's your birthday
Go Vernice it's your birthday (it's your birthday)
Go Gina it's your birthday (it's your birthday)
Go Kat it's your birthday (it's your birthday)
Go Carmen it's your birthday (it's your birthday)
song performed by by R. Kelly
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She Came In Through Bathroom Window
She came in through the bathroom window
Protected by a silver spoon
But now she sucks her thumb and wanders
By the banks of her own lagoon
Didn't anybody tell her?
Didn't anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone to Monday
Tuesday's on the phone to me
She said she'd always been a dancer
She worked at 15 clubs a day
And though she thought I knew the answer
Well I knew what I could not say
And so I quit the police department
And got myself a steady job
And though she tried her best to help me
She could steal but she could not rob
Didn't anybody tell her?
Didn't anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone to Monday
Tuesday's on the phone to me
Oh yeah
song performed by by Beatles
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At the Stage Door
My friend and I had a memorable day,
When we went to see a favourite star in a play.
A week beforehand, we sent her a letter,
But this did not make our meeting any better.
At the end of the show,
Round to the stage door, we did go.
For a short while, we hung about,
Waiting for her to come out.
Soon enough, we saw,
Her exit the stage door.
Up to her, we cautiously went,
And mentioned the letter which we’d sent.
She didn’t recall if she’d received it or not.
Maybe being so busy, she just forgot?
With her, we politely asked for a photo,
But to our total amazement, she said ‘no! ’
Adding that ‘I hate the idea! ’
She made her feelings crystal clear.
She flicked her hand, as though brushing us away,
And her behaviour completely ruined our day.
Her fans feelings, she certainly knows how to mash,
But I guess all she really wants is the cash.
We’d driven all the way down there,
But, about us, she obviously didn’t care.
It was summertime and it was extremely hot,
And that reaction was all that we got.
Afterwards, we went for a late lunch,
But were too upset for food on which to munch.
The experience was different to others I’ve had.
It was memorable because it was so very bad.
I realise that fans can sometimes be a right pain,
But there was no need to treat us with such disdain.
I guess it may be a pain meeting fans night after night,
But I still think she could have been a bit more polite.
She treated us like something she’d found on her shoe,
And that is something which celebs should never do.
She very obviously saw us as being a pain,
So we’re not bothering to go and see her again.
It was an experience which we’ll never forget,
And her, I really do wish, we’d never met.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Long Way Home Long Way Home
Walking down an alien street a miserable day in February,
thought he was dreaming asked what am I doing here.
The buildings and people are not as he remembered as
a child. He tried to cross the street but cars kept coming.
A woman took his arm and helped him to cross.
They told him he had lived here for twenty years but
told him in English as he didn't understand the language
these strange people spoke. Tired he sat down at
pavement café, a man asked him what he wanted… he didn't
now so the kind man brought him coffee.
I must find my way home, he said to himself, but I don't know
where it is. Then he remembered that his mother was dead,
he had been asleep, and as he slept the world changed and
he was lost in a future that was not his.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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I Just Didn't Love You
For some Strange reason
I thought you loved me
I guess i was wrong
I thought i loved you
But i loved The song
The song that played when we were together
The song that i wish could last forever
That song was my little secret
I loved that song, i wish could keep it
I promised myself that i wouldn't fall
and i didn't
I just thought i had it all
All i really had was the song
I did have you,
but it turned out you didn't belong
There really isn't any happy endings
I thought it was possible, but who was i kidding
Me and you, we were just pretending
We use to talk on the phone all night
We use to say i love you, but it never felt right
I did love it when we were together
but like they say, nothing lasts forever
I loved how we could talk about everything that's anything
I love how i use to feel when i heard the phone ring
I loved how when i was upset, you always knew exactly what to do
But for some strange reason, i just didn't love you
Our false love is dead
and i realized that song was all in my head
poem by Brittany Cole
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Execution
Execution
Ann had killed two men, for that she was fated to
die, there had been many appeals, they were in
vain; the governor too, not a man of much emotion,
had turned his manicured thumbs down.
Ann had been in our prison, five years now and had
become a friend and it was us, her keepers, whose
task it was to end her life, this woman who felt safe
in our jail, but she had brutally killed two men.
She asked us to be in the death room with her and
we spoke to her as she was injected with lethal drugs
and slipped away. A murderess that had killed her
father and brother, but refused to tell anyone why.
I was alone in the office when the phone rang,
the governor himself on the line, it was his birthday
and if it wasn’t too late her life could be spared.
“Too late? Ok! A killer, guess she deserved to die.”
poem by Oskar Hansen
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I have gone on the air and announced my telephone number at the Washington Post. I go into the night, talking to people, looking for things. The great dreaded thing every reporter lives with is what you don't know. The source you didn't go to. The phone call you didn't return.
quote by Bob Woodward
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Happy Birthday My Love
Happy Birthday, wish you were here,
Happy Birthday, wish I was there,
Happy Birthday, my dear,
Happy Birthday, I say with care.
Happy Birthday My Love
I love you,
Happy Birthday,
I miss you,
Happy Birthday,
Wish I could see you.
Happy Birthday My Love
Happy Birthday, wish I could give you a kiss,
Happy Birthday, wish I could give you a hug,
Happy Birthday, if only you, I didn’t have to miss,
Happy Birthday, I wish I could hold you all snug.
Happy Birthday My Love
War is around us,
Happy Birthday,
I miss us,
Happy Birthday,
Wish you didn’t have to leave us,
Happy Birthday My Love
I can’t believe I’m losing you!
You can’t leave me!
Please come back, we can’t be through!
My heart is still with thee!
Happy Birthday My Love
Happy Birthday My Love,
I still love you,
Happy Birthday My Love,
You’re in my heart,
Happy Birthday My Love,
I know that’s where you’ll stay,
Happy Birthday My Love,
I’ll stay alive for you,
Happy Birthday My Love
poem by Ocean Myranda
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The maid-servant
My poverty made me fall in love with a good maid-servant
I wanted to marry her but my family didn't grant
They separated us and confined me in a room
But still she wanted me as her beloved bridegroom
I had neither cell phone nor internet
I was unemployed and like a poor pet
One day she said to them I called her over phone
That made me annoyed and made me like a stone
She told them the lie to make them realize
She is my love she is apple of my eyes
Then my dad beat me up with his slipper
But still I dream of her as my lover
poem by Asif Andalib
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