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Boy Scout

I went grocery shopping and offered the use of
my preferred shopper card
to the old man in front of me who forgot his.
I drove my friend to work,
he would've been late.
I let a homeless girl with kid, dog and cat
stay here last night even though
I’m allergic to them.
I pushed with my hands
then pulled with my car
a broke woman
broken down in
downtown traffic
then told her how to fix her car;
I’m a fuckin’ boy scout.

poem by Jon Edward Walker
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No Questions Asked

Written by stevie nicks.
When I see him, I feel him
Theres an intensness
In him, in his eyes
He wants me to be with him
He wants me with him now
She just seems to be missing
How could that happen anyhow
So how can you say
Well I dont know what love is
You havent and you have no time for it
You feel completely indifferent
You feel pushed up against the wall
And then one day it just almost goes away
You spend lots of time alone
Sometimes you spend years
And you just miss those arms that used to go around you
Night after night
No questions asked and
Who cares, the cold wind of it all, everytime
Well its hard to be civil and its
Real hard to be nice
But you did it my love everytime
So how can you say well I cant see you
Not now, not tomorrow, not until its right
Not until
None of us is pushed up against the wall
I dont know, the cold wind doesnt get you anymore
So today she says well Ive changed my mind
Thats a womans right they say
Well Im frightened and Im lost and i
Cant give you up, not now I need you now
Im broken-hearted, broke down
Like a little girl
Well I need you now, well Im broken hearted
Well I broke down, like a little girl
(I need you now no questions asked)
Well I broke down like a little girl
(I need you now no questions asked)
I broke down like a little girl
(need you now no questions asked)
I broke down like a little girl
Well like a little girl
(need you now no questions asked)
Like a little girl

song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Speaking of shopping

Speaking of shopping…

My wife is the best
shopper in town

At shopping
there’s no woman greater

She’ll buy anything marked…
up or down

Just last week
she bought an escalator

poem by David Whalen
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Loser Girl

Sat alone in a corner,
Not quite being anyone,
Watching from the shadows,
Hidden from the sun,

The time crawling past,
As her lips stay tightly closed,
For fear that if she speaks,
Her opinions will be opposed,

She's just the loser girl,
The loner girl,
Who never says her part,
The loser girl,
The loner girl,
The girl with a broken heart,

No one approaches her,
She just doesn't fit,
The spark in her is gone,
The candle that won't be lit,

Things happened long ago,
That she'll never forgive,
Someone broke her apart,
Now she's terrified to live,

She's just the loser girl,
The loner girl,
Who never says her part,
The loser girl,
The loner girl,
The girl with a broken heart,

I'm just the loser girl,
The loner girl,
Who never says her part,
I'm the the loser girl,
The loner girl,
I'm the girl with a broken heart...

This song is for the girls who pushed away and now I'm fast becoming the loser girl. Thanks a lot. I'll never be the same again.

poem by Amber Millar
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Jesse's Girl

Jessie is a friend,
yeah, I know he's been
a good friend of mine
But lately something's changed
that ain't hard to define
Jessie's got himself a girl
and I want to make her mine
And she's watching him with those eyes
And she's lovin' him with that body,
I just know it
Yeah 'n' he's holding her
in his arms late,
late at night
You know, I wish that I had Jessie's girl,
I wish that I had Jessie's girl
Where can I find a woman like that
I play along with the charade,
there doesn't seem to be
a reason to change
You know, I feel so dirty
when they start talking cute
I wanna tell her that I love her,
but the point is probably moot
'Cos she's watching him with those eyes
And she's lovin' him with that body,
I just know it
And he's holding her
in his arms late, late at night
Like Jessie's girl,
I wish that I had Jessie's girl
Where can I find a woman,
where can I find a woman like that
And I'm lookin' in the mirror all the time,
wondering what she don't see in me
I've been funny,
I've been cool with the lines
Ain't that the way
love supposed to be
Tell me, where can I find a woman like that
(Solo)
You know, I wish that I had Jessie's girl,
I wish that I had Jessie's girl
I want Jessie's girl,
where can I find a woman like that, like
Jessie's girl,
I wish that I had Jessie's girl,
I want,
I want Jessie's girl

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Jessies Girl

Jessie is a friend,
Yeah I know hes been a good friend of mine
But lately somethings changed
It aint hard to define
Jessies got himself a girl
And I want to make her mine
And shes watching him with those eyes
And shes lovin him with that body, I just know it
And hes holding her in his arms late, late at night
You know I wish that I had jessies girl
I wish that I had jessies girl
Why cant I find a woman like that
Ill play along with this charade
That doesnt seem to be a reason to change
You know I feel so dirty when they start talking cute
I wanna tell her that I love but the point is probably moot
cause shes watching him with those eyes
And shes lovin him with that body, I just know it
And hes holding her in his arms late, late at night
You know I wish that I had jessies girl
I wish that I had jessies girl
Why cant I find a woman like that?
Like jessies girl
I wish that I had jessies girl
Why cant I find a woman
Why cant I find a woman like that
And Im lookin in the mirror all the time
Wonderin what she dont see in me
Ive been funny; Ive been cool with the lines
Aint that the way loves supposed to be
Tell me why cant I find a woman like that
You know I wish that I had jessies girl
I wish that I had jessies girl
Why cant I find a woman like that?
Like jessies girl
I wish that I had jessies girl
I want, I want jessies girl

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Demise

Im cold and im afraid, but I don't know from what
Im broken and destroyed by something I forgot
I told the truth but all they heard was cries
What has led me to this painful demise?

I don't care if you take me apart or fix me again
All I know is I forgot, was it for me or for them?
I ask you to colour in these snow white walls
Help me stay standing when insanity calls

I take a step forward and get pushed back two
The only one I really remember would be you
Every time I… what do they call it? Relapse?
Yours are the memories that prevent my collapse

Are you happy to know that I am so nearly yours?
That I am so close to following you without a pause
This sense of control in this relationship made you high
You believe you have me broken with one last try

Sorry to say my dear little power hungry friend
This is where your manipulative game ends
You see not once was I ever ‘yours' now you pay
Isn't it unfair how a little insanity takes it all away?

poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Electric Nights

I Close my eyes
And forever that's the time
When we were broken
Hey you!
Why don't we hypnotise
Ourselves and all the good friends we don't like?
I know you
Having all the kind
Situation's when you had a smile inside
You would cry
I'll stop till you know better in a mezzo
I break away from home and turn to Mexico
This bullet knows to get through it all
This is the night the stars fell down
Told me
We have turned the card
My electric night, yeah
Told me
We were lucky
Just one electric night, yeah
Hey you!
No need to terrify
Ourselves from all the good plans we denied
And aren't you
The one who left my side
Cavity's calling for changes in life
Stop the stuff the diver crossed and let's go
See the path is opened up to Mexico
We have to get away from people
This is the night the stars fell down
Told me
We have turned the card
My electric night, yeah
Told me
We were lucky
Just one electric night, yeah
Told me
They have nothing onto
Electric nights, yeah
Told me
We have turned the card
My electric night, yeah
Your life is naked
Your dreams have to fight
You walk just laid-back
And never satisfied
Where are the classical pieces of jewel
You wanna know
You wanna know
Yeah, you wanna really know
They are on in here tonight
These nights have gone
Forever is the time
When we were broken
Nights have gone
Forever is the time
I think we're broken
Nights have gone
Forever is the time
When we were broken
Nights have gone
Forever is the time
I think we're broken
Told me
We have turned the card
My electric night, yeah
Told me
We were lucky
Just one electric night, yeah
Told me
They have nothing onto
Electric nights, yeah
Told me

song performed by by Guano Apes
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Poet

Darkness,
behind the cloak.

Random words spewed

Subconscience thought,
so obscure their meaning

'Why would anyone want
to be a fuckin' poet? '
I ask.

Eerie blackness
within a wretched,
reckless soul
reveals the heart of men
but you,
eyes open, don't blink

'Why would anyone want
to be a fuckin' poet? '
I ask.

The day of light
when darkness passes

Brilliant stars
hide beyond the heavens.

But all you know is hell

'Why would anyone want
to be a fuckin' poet? '
I ask.

Be anything...,
a janitor,
a carpenter,
an accountant,
a fry cook.

Never become a poet.

Stay numb. It's easier.

Unless you want to feel.
Than be prepared for
internal turmoil.
Turmoil, most common
men could never bare.

'Why would anyone want
to be a fuckin' poet? '
I ask.

God knows, I'm not one.

They're all fuckin' sissy's.
Everyone knows that.

T. Labbe`

poem by Tim Labbe
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Hanani

I am allergic to snkaes and you are allergic to snails,
But our next door neighbour is allergic to dogs!

Vision and technology,
Framed with the decorum of the imaginations of your love;
But i have no husband to look after these children.

Hanani my friend,
The dinner table is set but i am alone with my kids;
And i need you around to join the party!
For we are all allergic to something on this earth and,
Your request will be of a soun use when you do visit.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To Every Girl

To every girl that's said, 'Sex CAN wait'
To every girl that's said, 'You're handsome.'
To every girl that was never too busy to drive across town to see him.
To every girl that gives flowers and a card when he is sick.
To every girl who has given him flowers just because.
To every girl that said she would die for him.
To every girl that really would.
To every girl that took time to do what he wanted to do.
To every girl that he cried in front of.
To every girl that holds hands with him.
To every girl that kisses him with meaning.
To every girl that hugs him when he's sad.
To every girl that hugs him for no reason at all.
To every girl who would give their jacket up for him.
To every girl that calls to make sure he got home safe.
To every girl that would sit and wait for him for hours
just to see him for ten minutes.
To every girl that would give her seat up.
To every girl that just wants to cuddle.
To every girl that reassured that he was handsome
no matter what.
To every girl who told her secrets to him.
To every girl that tried to show how much she cared
through every word and every breath.
To every girl that thought maybe this could be the one.
To every girl that believed in his dreams.
To every girl that would have done anything
so he could achieve them.
To every girl that never laughed at him
when she told him her dreams.
To every girl that walked him to his car.
To every girl that gave her heart.
To every girl who prays that he is happy
even if she is not with him.

...This one bulletin is for you...

Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore...
And because of this, there are not many left out there...

I guarantee 90% of the women on your page will not re post this because they care more about their image

If you are a nice girl re post this with 'We're a Dying Breed '

If you are a guy that thinks every girl should treat a guy this way
re post this with: 'To Every Girl...'

poem by Eliot Perez
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Downtown Train

(tom waits)
Outside another yellow moon
Has punched a hole in the night time mist
I climb through the window and down to the street
Im shining like a new dime
The downtown trains are full
Full of all them brooklyn girls
They try so hard to break out of their little worlds
You wave your hand and they scatter like crows
They have nothing thatll ever capture your heart
Theyre just thorns without the rose
Be careful of them in the dark
Oh if I was the one you chose to be your only one
Oh baby cant you hear me now, cant you hear me now
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
Every night, every night its just the same
On a downtown train
I know your window and I know its late
I know your stairs and your doorway
I walk down your street and past your gate
I stand by the light of the four way
And watch them as they fall, oh baby
They all having their heart attacks
They stay at the carnival
But theyll never win you back
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
Every night, every night its just the same
You leave me lonely
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
All my dreams, all my dreams fall like rain
On a downtown train
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
Every night, every night its just the same
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
All my dreams, all my dreams fall like rain
On a downtown train
On a downtown train
All my dreams fall like rain
On a downtown train

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Mom And Time

When I was a girl
I told my friends
My mom is so mean
I wish she would stop telling me
What to do!

When I was a teen
I told my friends
My mom is so mean
She won’t let me stay out
Late at night!

When I was a young adult
I told my friends
My mom is so mean
She keeps calling me and wanting to talk
All the time!

Now that she is gone
I wish she would tell me what to do
Tell me to not stay up so late
Call me and talk for hours
And I lied
My mom was not so mean
She was being a mom
And showing she cared
Mom, I love you and miss you.

poem by Connie Webb
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The Birth

he was born on a dark lonely night
and not a soul was in sight.
his mother was driving home
on that starry night, when she started
to feel the contractions.

she knew right then that she would
have to take action.
she pulled alongside that old country road
and her stomach she did hold
.
when she felt that waterbag bust
and in GOD she put her trust.
she asked the LORD what she should do
for she knew not what to do.

she heard a voice so soft and gentle
that told her to stay calm.
for this was a special child
that would be born this night
and that everything was going
to be allright.

she pushed the front seat back
as far as it would go
and took off her clothing so
that she could see.

the pains became so severe
and a head did appear.
she pushed with all her might
so that this child could be free.
for this was the way
it was meant to be.

as the child started to come out
from her lungs came a shout.
this child came out with such ease
and she felt a gentle breeze
as if it was a whisper upon her face
and she knew it was through GODS grace.

with a penknife she cut the cord.
and cleaned him up the best she could.

she wrapped him within her coat
and put the heater on
and drove back to a distant farm.

when she got to the farm
and banged upon the door.
when no one answered
she knealt down on the floor.

again she called upon the LORD
and asked what she should do.
he told her to look towads the barn
for there was a light as bright as day
and the farmer was baling hay.

as she got to the barn door
she collapsed in sheer exhaustion.
when she finally opened up her eyes
on the hay she did lay.

and beside her lay her child.
and the farmer told her she was
out for quite a while.

but the ambulance was on the way
and that he could not move her
in fear of jeopardizing her life
and that she was cleaned up
by his lovely wife.

now the farmers wife was
a religious woman
who believed that nothing
happens by chance.
and at this child she did glance.

she said that he had an aura
of light above his head
just like the bible which she had read.

she looked at this childs mother
and asked her this:
'is this coincidence or is this
a sign from above
that he would be in a barn
like christ was in the manger?

she recalled that gentle voice and
what it had said.
that a special child would be born on this night.

now you tell me.
was she wrong, or was she right?

poem by Louis Rams
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To Hell

To hell with the house work
To hell with the grocery shopping
To hell with the home work
It is New Years Day,
A good excuse to party all night
It is junk food day all right

poem by Aldo Kraas
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A poem a day - Shopping with a friend

Shopping with a friend is cool
There's nothing forbidden, no rule
And no parents to say what's suitable
Or to tell you what's unaffordable,
Actually you don't need to be rich
To try on whatever your eyes wish.

Shopping with a friend is so nice
You might forget budget and price
And buy things you don't need
Just by habit, not by greed
Like get ten or eleven similar tops
From two or three different shops.

Shopping with a friend is funny
Even if you don't have money
You can try a formal blue shirt
With a long gypsy orange skirt
Pretend to buy them but act lost
Then don't, because they're low-cost.

Shopping with a friend is naughty
You can act humble or haughty
Change personnalities between stores:
Be a girl who laughs and snores
Or an english tourist, elegant and neat
Who went walking on the street.

But shopping is more pleasant with a friend
Who has a thousand dollars to lend.

poem by Rita El Khoury
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Homeless Brother

I was walking by the graveyard, late last Friday night,
I heard somebody yelling, it sounded like a fight.
It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night,
Pouring whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight.
So often have I wondered where these homeless brothers go,
Down in some hidden valley were their sorrows cannot show,
Where the police cannot find them, where the wanted men can go.
There's freedom when your walking, even though you're walking slow.
Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can,
that homeless brother is my friend.
It's hard to be a pack rat, it's hard to be a 'bo,
but living's so much harder where the heartless people go.
Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know
That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo.
And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill,
And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill.
And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill,
And they're sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill.
Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can,
that homeless brother is my friend.
Somewhere there was a woman, somewhere there was a child,
Somewhere there was a cottage where the marigolds grew wild.
But some where's just like nowhere when you leave it for a while,
You'll find the broken-hearted when you're travelling jungle-style.
Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men,
Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again,
Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage, where madmen don't
pretend,
Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end.
Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can,
that homeless brothe

song performed by by Don McLean
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Marriage Is...

Making those dreams of a white picket fence come true
Having a hand to hold
Changing your last name
Not always agreeing, but always working it out
Knowing everything about someone and loving them anyway
Having a grocery shopping partner
Sitting on the front porch complaining about the noisy hooligans next door
Building a relationship with your best friend

poem by Gabriella Jellison
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Late-Night Girl

Always there for me,
Keeps me company,
Everyone can see
That she's a late-night girl.

In the black of night,
She'll appear in sight,
Never gives a fright,
She's just a late-night girl.

Look around the bend,
2 A.M.'s only friend,
Hard to comprehend,
But she's a late night girl.

Don't let down your guard,
She'll make you fall hard,
Hard in love with her,
I'm in love with the late-night girl.

poem by Brian Aji
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Siege

Your love threw me
In the land of wonders.
It took me by surprise
From my neck
While I was
At my preferred café,
At my preferred table,
While I was teasing my poems,
While my poems were teasing me.
I forgot my preferred café
And I forgot my preferred table
I forgot my poems
I forgot whom I was teasing
And who was teasing me.
.
Your love surprised me
While I was reading my hand
For luck
And fate.
I forgot my hand,
I forgot my luck,
And I forgot my fate.

Your love invaded me
the same way a tsunami
Invaded the moon
In its ecliptic wedding
With the sun.
I woke up weak
Thirsty,
And thirty million light years faraway
From my birth galaxy.
I forgot the moon,
I forgot the sun,
I forgot the wedding
And I forgot my birth galaxy.

Your love surprised me
Like the Christ surprised the ancient world
I forgot Christ
And I forgot the ancient world.

poem by Atef Ayadi
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There's a part of me that wants to be known and make a comfortable living but still be able to go grocery shopping. My overall idea of success is having people I want to work with want to work with me.

quote by Lusia Strus
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