Coming Of Age
Holding the universe at the end of my ball point
It’s like my heart talked and my hands just listened,
Then walked gently down the page
Like strolling pass the stage the graduation
Like my poems coming of age
poem by Darrin McMiller Jr.
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I Had A Dream
I had a dream last night.
I was sitting on the side of a hill somewhere
and all around me
were poets from many lands.
We sat in a circle e
ach of us holding another’s hand.
We talked about our writing,
we talked about our lives,
and we talked about our families,
our husbands and our wives.
There was no strife between us
as we were all friends.
Each had a smile upon their face
as we sat there holding hands.
Then all too soon,
the dream was over
and we all went our separate ways,
each of us wanting
to meet up on another day.
poem by David Harris
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I should have listened to God
I should have listened to God
When he said that it would end
I should have listened to God
And been just friends
I should have listened to God
Before it was too late
I should have listened to God
But now I deal with fate
I should have listened to God
That it would break my heart
I should have listened to God
That it would fall apart
I should have listened to God
Because he loves me in everyway
I should have listened to God
And all that he had to say
I should have listened to God
And show what he made me to be
I should have listened to God
But I know he has forgiven me!
Graduation 2013
Graduation is coming faster then you know
soon it will be may and we will all be alone
soon we will be crying and we will finally be free
adults you see
either going off to college or staying home
graduation is all we want to hear
there will be laughs
and i'm afraid more tears
as we honor those who wont be with us this year
they did to young
but hey it's life
graduation will be the worst
but the worst is yet to come
graduation is the bench mark
as you close your high school chapter
and open a knew one to life!
GRADUATION I CAN'T WAIT! ! ! ! !
poem by Marissa Ford
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Side By Side
We walked for awhile together
side by side
We talked for awhile together
we sometimes cried
Our souls became one
with the Universe and stars
The roads up ahead seemed bright from afar
When we walked for awhile together
side by side
We shared our secrets and all our dreams
We shared our hopes our plans and schemes
Yes, we talked for awhile together
but did we try?
Then we tripped somewhere along the way
How could two lovers have gone so astray?
When we walked for awhile together
side by side
poem by ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY
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By The Sea
See those two sitting together
under a cloudy sky.
Gently holding hands,
watching passers by.
The ocean seems to beckon
with frothy waves and surf
and the next tide coming in
may surely be their last.
Silently sitting together
under a rainy sky.
Eating chips, watching ships
comfortable in their old togs.
Having a choccy ice cream,
finishing sentences off.
Always a nod or a smile,
they never seem to be cross.
Take a sly peep as we pass them.
See now, they've gone off to sleep
D'ya think, some day,
when we're old and grey,
they may be you and me?
poem by Ruth Walters
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Focal Point...
what you are telling me is that you lack focus
i imagine what focus is
when i was a child i held a magnifying glass
and focused it to a ball of dried weeds
i got light from the sun
and of course the ball of weed turns into a ball of fire
i see the sun as the center of the universe inside my heart
i remember what you need: focus
just be careful, you will burn a ball of planets
soon you shall see a conflagration in our universe
all of us
not just watching but burning
now, with focus, comes what you think is success,
be careful, we may never find each other again
me? look at me? i am out of focus, i once burned all my books.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Stroll Home
A Stroll Home
It’s time for the night to lay,
It’s darkness upon the day.
Strolling home alone, again.
All the stores have closed,
An empty city has exposed.
Strolling home alone, again.
Nobody around at all,
To watch the snowfall.
Strolling home alone, again.
When the sirens ring the silence does shatter,
All the Mexicans boys do scatter.
Strolling home alone, again.
With a heavy stink on my breath,
No hope and no money left.
Strolling home alone, again.
Listening to Shane cry,
I dream of a western sky.
Strolling home alone, again.
And when the sun begins to ascend,
My journey closes and comes to an end.
Strolling home alone, again.
poem by Peter Francis
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Players
The summer leaves in autumn fall
covering grass and garden walls.
A passing page on life’s stage
soon forgotten as the next season calls,
a circling unforgiving tide
that carries with it our passing lives.
Players are we upon the stage
of life’s ever turning page.
We live today and pray for tomorrow
that we may again grace the stage
of its next passing page.
And so life goes on
from birth and beyond
as players on the stage of life.
23 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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Big Tomato Meets Big Toe
Little did Big Tomato know,
she would meet Mr. Big Toe.
She did not know that Big Toe
had a radio show.
The radio show was called
“Big Toe Wants To Know”
Big Tomato walked through the door, ,
knowing she had an interview at 4.
Waiting in the lobby remembering what to say,
she bumped into doll Melodie Mezoree’.
“Wow, it’s Melodie Mezoree’ how are you today? ”
“Oh great nice to see you Big Tomato,
I was just on the radio show! ”
Big Tomato replied, “I will talk about how I can fly-
how I can fly way up in the sky.”
Then Big Toe walked in,
he was happy to see Big Tomato with a grin.
Both of them shook hands,
and Big Tomato talked and sang,
on the mic behind the stand.
It was Big Tomato’s big day,
every child listened to what she had to say.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Big Tomato Meets Big Toe
Little did Big Tomato know,
she would meet Mr. Big Toe.
She did not know that Big Toe
had a radio show.
The radio show was called
“Big Toe Wants To Know”
Big Tomato walked through the door, ,
knowing she had an interview at 4.
Waiting in the lobby remembering what to say,
she bumped into doll Melodie Mezoree’.
“Wow, it’s Melodie Mezoree’ how are you today? ”
“Oh great nice to see you Big Tomato,
I was just on the radio show! ”
Big Tomato replied, “I will talk about how I can fly-
how I can fly way up in the sky.”
Then Big Toe walked in,
he was happy to see Big Tomato with a grin.
Both of them shook hands,
and Big Tomato talked and sang,
on the mic behind the stand.
It was Big Tomato’s big day,
every child listened to what she had to say.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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The Memory Of A Free Festival
Maybe I should announce it, should i
Memory of a free festival
The children of the summers end
Gathered in the dampened grass
We played our songs and felt the london sky
Resting on our hands
It was gods land
It was ragged and naive
It was heaven
Touch, we touched the very soul
Of holding each and every life
We claimed the very source of joy ran through
It didnt, but it seemed that way
I kissed a lot of people that day
Oh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy that swept that afternoon
To paint that love upon a white balloon
And fly it from the toppest top of all the tops
That man has pushed beyond his brain
Satoria must be something just the same
We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw machines of every shape and size
We talked with tall venusians passing through
And peter tried to climb aboard but the captain shook his head
And away they soared
Climbing through the ivory vibrant cloud
Someone passed some bliss among the crowd
And we walked back to the road, unchained
The sun machine is coming down, and were gonna have a party, ha ha ha
(repeat 25 times)
The sun machine is coming down, and were gonna have a party, yeah yeah
The sun machine is coming down, woh ho ho
Sun machine is coming down, oh oh oh ah
Sun machine is coming down, oh
song performed by by David Bowie
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Goethe
Examining life's every page
we find that all the world's a stage
from our first breath to our last
we find it's all.. circumstance.
We live the future, becoming past
playing out the possibility of chance.
Meet the obstacles face to face
winning peace by heart of grace.
We posses the greatest freedoms
developing our innermost caring beings
in order with the universe unfolding
in line with meditation we all are holding.
Hardship, only momentary
compared to the vastness of lifetimes
it is all.. just a limited fall
until our souls
take flight.
poem by Robert Scott Cohn
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When the ball dropped in 1999, I was holding dough and champagne in my hands and holding my kids.
quote by Method Man
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The poems I love
There are poems that I envy,
poems that I admire and respect,
poems that simply sing to me,
poems that I puzzle over…
but the poems I most love -
they may be jewelled and adorned
with adjectives and adverbs,
similes and metaphors, (but
they must be enlightening, relevant,
making mind and heart to expand
in sheer exhilaration)
or they may be so quietly, humbly carpentered
that they say, I’m simply here to serve you…
but they all say to me with
shining eyes, as if
the world made new in that moment,
‘Yes, I was there!
Join me there! ’
and their ‘there’ is here and now
and as great as the universe
and the heart that yearns.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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One Meat Ball
(l. singer-h.zaret)
The little man walked up and down
To find an eating place in town
He read the menu through and through
To see what fifteen cents could do
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball
He told the waiter near at hand
A simple dinner he had planned
The guests were startled one and all to hear
That waiter loudly call
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, this here gent wants one meat ball
Little man felt very bad
One meat ball was all he had
And in his dreams he hears that call
Ya gets no bread with one meat ball
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, you get no bread with one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball
One meat ball, one meat ball
All he could afford was one meat ball
One meat ball
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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You Walked
You walked into my life
Stole my heart
For years I had hidden it
from public view
Then you walked into my life
Stole my heart
To you I gave freely
Totally to you
No holding back from you
You controlled me
From the beginning
You walked into my life
Stole my heart
Our life was a dream world
I could not have loved you
Less if I tried
My heart you broke
Stabbed it with a knife
I trusted you
Implicitly
You walked into my life
Stole my heart
Then destroyed it
No rhyme
No reason
You need to destroy
To be happy
And I was near
You walked into my life
Stole my heart
And my life!
poem by Rich Young
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Ships Of The Night
Poems pass
in the night also.
Port starboard lights
burn bright also.
Poems pass stirred
hear wave slap night gongs?
Have you not heard
their salty soft saline songs?
Poems pass plotted
in navigated narrows; of lapping passage night.
Have you not heard
their soft spoken saline songs; by glow of candle light?
Poems pass navigated
in natant night also.
Daily cares contested
at last laid low below.
Poems pass
in shadow seamed night.
Poems pass
in nuptial nocturnal night flight.
Has not herald heard
silver shimmering saline songs?
Poems pass like flight of bird
as eternal endless night sails on.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Jonny
On the night of april the 14th
A little girl walked to new york, new york
Her best friend jonny said
Itd be impossible cause
Seattle is too far away from new york, new york
Seattle is too far away from new york, new york
She only talked to jonny
Talked to him that night
Only talked to jonny
Then she walked to new york
It happened eight years ago today
Im the little girl walked to new york, new york
My best friend jonny said
Itd be impossible cause
Seattle is too far away from new york, new york
Seattle is too far away from new york, new york
Chorus:
She only talked to jonny
Talked to him that night
Only talked to jonny
She only talked to jonny
Talked to him that night
Only talked to jonny
Then she walked to new york
It was hard for them that I was gone
Only jonny knew why I fled to new york
He was my best friend jonny yeah
I know I loved him cause
Seattle is too far from new york, new york
Seattle is too far from new york, new york
Chorus
Oh jonny...
song performed by by Wonderwall
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Strolling down memory lane
Strolling down memory lane
Where the colors begin to fade.
Strolling down memory lane
Is where I want you to come along.
Strolling down memory lane
is a test of time and mind.
Strolling down memory lane
I won’t be afraid.
Strolling down memory lane
Is not lacking in color.
Strolling down memory lane
Is not a big bummer.
Strolling down memory lane
Not a storm in sight
Strolling down memory lane
is joy without bite.
A memory that I have created in my mind,
Stands the test of time.
Memories are like dream, a reflection of the past.
My memories can kiss my…
Ask me no questions I will tell you no lies.
poem by Taran Burke
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Graduation Day
Theres a time a for joy
A time for tears
A time well treasure through the years
Well remember always
Graduation day
At the senior prom
We danced til three
And there you gave your heart to me
Well remember always
Graduation day
Take it away
Take five
Though we leave in sorrow
All the joys weve known
We can face tomorrow
Knowing well never walk alone
When the ivy walks
Are far behind
No matter where our paths may wind
Well remember always
Graduation day
Well remember always
Graduation (day) day
song performed by by Beach Boys
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