Doppelgänger
He’s stolen my looks,
And read all my books,
He’s stolen my clothes,
Yes the basics too!
My underwear raided,
He’ll need smaller sizes,
He’s copied my walk,
And now knows how I talk,
He’s mirrored my hair,
And captured my flare,
He’s worked for my build,
But he isn’t as skilled,
He’s got my posture,
And pulls it off well,
My shoes he has,
That he will never fill,
My identity stolen,
It is time for a change,
Let’s shake things up,
I’ll have a range.
*A German word for any double or look-alike of a person
© Michael Moorcroft October 18th 2009
poem by Michael Moorcroft
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Fairy Song
We the fairies blithe and antic,
Of Dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us,
Stolen sweets are always sweeter;
Stolen kisses much completer;
Stolen looks are nice in chapels;
Stolen, stolen be your apples.
When to bed the world are bobbing,
Then's the time to go orchard robbing;
Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling
Were it not for stealing, stealing.
poem by Thomas Randolph
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Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic,
Of dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us.
Stolen sweets are always sweeter,
Stolen kisses much completer,
Stolen looks are nice in chapels,
Stolen, stolen, be your apples.
When to bed the world are bobbing,
Then's the time for orchard-robbing;
Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling,
Were it not for stealing, stealing.
poem by James Henry Leigh Hunt
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Without a car in Pretoria
There are few things that bother as much
as to look for you car
and almost to count the other car’s,
when you come round a corner
and to be without a car in Pretoria
and to know the fear
that it is stolen.
There are fewer things that bother as much
as when two of your cars get stolen
and something is wrong with the insurance of both
and to be without any car in Pretoria
and to tell everyone that you call
of your predicament
and no Police ever being able to find any car
and every similar car that drives by
looks to you like the stolen one
and the robbers are now much better off than you.
There are few things that bother as much
as to walk
and stand with a hand stretched out
and the worst is to tell other people
and to be without a car in Pretoria
and to read comprehension in their eyes.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Stolen
Let truth be told
Until its sold
Silence is golden
Too bad its all been stolen
Stolen! stolen! stolen!
Our defense is your defense
Your defense in some sense
Some sensless way unfolded
Folded cause its all been stolen
Stolen! stolen! stolen!
The gilded scale was burning
Just as your back was turning
Just as our trust was leaving
Youd have us all believing
These truths we hold
Self-evident
Bought and sold
The more you hunt the more I sing
Then quickly rewrite everything
Truth returns bloated, swollen
Then dissapears - its been stolen!
Stolen!
The gilded scale was burning
Just as your back was turning
Just as our trust was leaving
Youd have us all believing
These truths we hold
Self-evident
Bought and sold
Its all been stolen! [x2]
song performed by by Ministry
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Kiss, Kiss
Driving down the highway,
In her brand new Porsche,
Big sunglasses on,
Her silk scarf blowing in the wind.
A bag of money,
In the back seat,
The zip is down,
She leaves a cloud of money.
Her jewelled hands,
Clutch the leather wheel,
Her big white teeth,
Grin through her big red lips.
The brakes malfunction,
And the car flips,
A cloud of dust and dollars,
Her silk blood stained scarf billows in the wind.
© Michael Moorcroft October 18th 2009
poem by Michael Moorcroft
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I asked a man in prison once how he happened to be there and he said he had stolen a pair of shoes. I told him if he had stolen a railroad he would be a United States Senator.
quote by Mary Harris Jones
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A Prayer To Her
A prayer to her
A cry between two souls, its all that can be done.
Staring in the face of death,
a blank stare between brothers.
A touch colder than the fear itself,
a known fortune, blanketed by hope.
A stolen angel, a stained memory,
a plague God conceived on the minds of the weary.
Questions never to be answered,
a child of life stolen by seconds.
Innocence captured by nightmares,
dreams of life stolen by faith.
Where is God, stealing the souls of children,
the wisdom of life forgotten,
stabbed in the back by the holy.
Our father who art in heaven,
spite thy name for the innocence he captured,
alone are the souls he left behind,
for ever and ever. Amen..
poem by Shane Lewicki
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Stolen Identity
This is a stolen identity
Because I’m bent on forgetting me
All left is my eyes
And I think their gonna die
Don’t look in, you can see me
I’d rather wear this stolen identity
Exactly what they want to see
I’ve got the lock on the door
Don’t force yourself to love me anymore
You don’t need to
I’m now something new
But its not really me, it’s all for you
He put the stitches on the cut
When she’s perfect, then there’s love
She’s perfect in this mask
Hiding his shame at last
Because without identity goes the past
No, I can’t look up to your eyes
I know I’ve got something else in me
It’s breathing hard, it tries rise
Like the third of a trinity
No, I’ve got this at last
Now I’ve found the perfect mask
And I’ll shake these thoughts with this flask
Because with this failure goes a past
That he never wanted to see
A part that was forced to bleed
But with this identity goes stitches
Though it bleeds, though it itches
But I’m sewn up, strung out, all you’ll ever need
Though these stitches bleed
poem by Kathryn Garner
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Stolen Moments
Because you were stillborn my little niece
The moment of me holding you in my arms for the first time has been stolen.
I’ll never have that moment of hearing you say my name that moment has also been stolen.
I’ll never feel your sweet kisses on my cheek or your hugs around my neck more stolen moments.
A lot of the special moments we would have shared have been stolen.
But I want you to know the moment of me loving you my little sweet angel was not.
The moment I knew of you; you stole my heart.
I’ll love you in this moment and every moment for the rest of my life.
This poem is dedicate in memory to my little niece who I passed away today 3/1/08. She was stillborn
Christmas Cards
Every christmas card I write
Every christmas card I write
Has been stolen
Has been stolen
Every christmas card I write has been stolen
Every christmas card I write has been stolen
Every christmas card I write has been stolen
Has been stolen
Has been stolen
Every christmas card I write has been stolen
Stolen
Has been stolen
Every christmas card I write
On the little desk in the corner of my room
I find stolen the next day
I find stolen the next day
All of the christmas cards I write
Become stolen the next day
From my room
In my little desk in the corner of my room
Every christmas card I write
Is stolen
Is stolen
Every christmas card I write
Been stolen
From the little desk in the corner of my room
Its been stolen
Every day
Every christmas card I write
Has been stolen from my desk
I dont know why
Its been stolen
Its been stolen
Stolen
Stolen
Stolen
Stolen
Stolen
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Stolen In Our Silence
Our dreams are sometimes lost
in the words we do not say
stolen in our silence
they are spirited away.
Our thoughts go unnoticed
our voice is quiet
whisked away in the wind.
We ourselves are forgotten
our voice never to be heard
stolen in our silence
that spirits our life away.
We find ourselves one of many
who have travelled down this road
whose voices are quiet
lost in words we did not say
stolen in our silence
and quietly spirited away.
28 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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The last two elections were stolen. They were stolen and so we will not rest until we reclaim our democracy and this is what today is all about.
quote by Barbara Lee
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I justified my act
Having known in the literary circle
That what I have stolen from him
Had itself been a stolen one,
I ceased feeling guilt of my act
26.02.2008.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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One should punish a child the first time he comes home with a stolen egg. Otherwise, the day he returns home with a stolen ox, it will be too late.
Because we have so much eye candy and mind candy, spending so much time trying to pay the rent, all of this conspires to keep us from thinking too hard or taking action from that. Our time is stolen. So much of our daily life is stolen.
quote by Lydia Lunch
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Stolen Innocence
Her face is beauty
Yet marred by the pain in her eyes.
The tears she sheds
Fall to the ground
Like liquid diamonds
And shatter there alone.
And I cry for her
Stolen Innocence.
Tis a beautiful thing,
The raw purity of
Innocence in Youthful Bloom.
It's meant to last forever.
Meant to eternally bless those
Endowed with such a gift.
But when choice is stolen
And Beauty turns to Brokenness
I weep for its
Stolen Innocence.
poem by Sunny Grace
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Extraction Ravens ^^^
- The raven has stolen-that?
-Cheese, and what? !
- Raven has stolen... - that?
-Words, and what? !
- Raven has stolen... What?
-Notes, and that else!
- Well, also what? !
-Raven sang a song...
-Well, also what? !
- Raven sang all night long....
- Cheese! Give to raven che-e-e-e-se!
25.10.08.
poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
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The Girls Are Not For Sale
Can you hear my voice
Can't you see my tears
Can't you see how small my hands still are
I'm the little
girl
Who wants to live her childhood
To play
To run
To sing
I want to grow up with my friends
I will go to school and be a good student
I will receive the best education
And I will graduate from the highest schools
I will be the person who can depend on herself
I want to be the woman who can protect her rights
To work and build my home
I want to be a lawyer
To defend the stolen rights
To Break the bad rules of jungle
To be a good and honest wife and the careful mother
When the right time comes
The girls are not for sale
When the old minds will understand that
When the cruel hearts will wake up to see
That the little girls are still pure angels
Do not steal away their rights to live
As a human being
They are not for sale
They need the innocent care
They need to feel safe
At the world surrounded with fear
Take off your nasty hands
The girls are not for sale
For the sake of millions of stolen childhoods
And their stolen futures and forgotten rights to have a future
And for those who are deprived from existing their normal lives.
Take off your nasty hands.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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In the last camp they all ate grass, until the authorities forbade them to pull it up. They were accustomed to having the fruits of their little communal gardens stolen by the guards, after they had done all the work; but at the last camp everything was stolen.
quote by Martha Gellhorn
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Only because
My child has been stolen
My time is not mine
I felt void.
Nobody is here to hear
I dare not to go
In this air tight
In this dark sight.
My fear my tear my cheer
My life void
Only because rules
Regulations are not there
And my child stolen.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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