Green And Greener
Reminiscent of dark days
When ancestors were
Fettered and ferried
Across oceans
Into servitude
In distant lands
Pent-up compatriots
Sleep at embassies
Waiting to pay
Through their noses
For admission
Into subjugation
Indignation
And discrimination.
With time
They realise
A bitter truth
That greener pastures
Are not grazed
Freely
They demand sweat
And humiliation
Even blood
In moments
Of xenophobic outbursts.
Disappointed
Like the prodigal son
They remember
This green land
They left behind
And conclude
That afterall
With the same devotion
And energy
Expended elsewhere
They could do much
In making this pasture
Much more greener.
poem by Tobi Adebowale
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Greener Pastures
Youre always tellin me to go out more
Go ahead, get out and see the world
But then I think, why should i
Id rather stay home and cry
I never thought that I could be the other
The other way like the other ones
Let me open wide, let you see inside
And then you might agree
Would you say they find me unstable
cause they see me act a little bit different
But I know my way to greener pastures and
Think about it, wont you think it over
Please
Without you I can move
I can stretch my arms out, I can feel it
And when Im in my room alone I feel good
Because I dont have to deal with you or the outside world
Would you say they find me unstable
cause they see me act a little bit different
But I know my way to greener pastures and
Think about it, wont you think it over
Please
I guess Ill get over it
Ooh - I guess Ill get over it
I guess Ill get over it
I guess Ill get over it
Would you say they find me unstable
cause they see me act a little bit different
But I know my way through greener pastures
Would you say they find me unstable
cause they see me act a little bit different
But I know my way through greener pastures
Would you say they find me unstable
Cause they see me act a little bit different
But I know my way through greener pastures
Greener pastures
See me act a little bit different
But I know my way through greener pastures
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Green
Sometime ago we broke up for no reason I know
Why do I have this feeling youre still in control
Im confused like Im used to whenever Im in trouble again
But this time I have to grow up and learn to decide
The grass is greener on your side
It was always greener on your side
It will always be greener on your side
Im way too nervous to be patient right now
Why do I have this feeling Im not in control
The price that I pay for in my almost obsessive devotion you see
Is much higher than I would ever expect it to be
The grass is greener on your side
It was always greener on your side
It will always be greener on your side
It will always be greener on your side x5
The grass is greener on your side
It was always greener on your side
It will always be greener on your side
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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Green
You opened the door,
I let myself in.
Between you and me,
I only believe
What I want to believe.
I guess its because im
Greener than green.
Only because Im green.
(repeat 2x)
I came up to your floor
You were dressed just a little
Obscene.
And it shut me down
Quite sexually
Like a pre-adolescent
Becuase Im greener than green.
Only because greener then green.
Only because Im green.
song performed by by Dandy Warhols
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Pastures Greener
Sometimes we yearn for pastures greener
than the ones we already share,
virgin territories yet to be explored.
Not all pastures are greener
that the ones we already know,
some are more complicated
and there no flowers will grow.
Sometimes we seek the unattainable
never knowing the dangers that await there.
Sometimes we set our sights too high
and when the bubble burst,
we come tumbling to the ground.
Sometimes love flies in different directions
than the ones we want it to.
Only destiny knows the way
and that way we must choose.
poem by David Harris
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Lust Africans
Looking for greener pasture
outside the greenland
what are they really
looking for outside the
greenland
how can i leave my greenland
for lust of madness
the lust keep blinding
them
the greener pasture is
here in Africa
poem by Senator alufalism
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In The Embrace Of Another Man
.…………………………she left
Where the pastures are greener
………beyond my boundary lines
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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in the embrace of another man
.…………………………she left
Where the pastures are greener
………beyond my boundary lines
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Green Eyes
got green eyes
as green as grass
on mama's lawn
got green eyes
over greener pastures
on the other fence
got green eyes
baby over your green eyes
when i stay
and you leave me
when you tell me
it is over
got green eyes
as green as
broccoli & lettuce
for my salad
that i serve
and share with my
newly found lover
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Walk Down My Memory Lane
Remember...
The day we wed.
Remember...
How we snuggled in bed.
Remember...
Walking in the oceans' sand,
Remember...
I'm in a hostile land.
Remember...
The ring, you're first surprise.
Remember...
My happy, green eyes.
Remember...
How I used to smile.
Remember...
Its been a long trial.
Remember...
My devotion.
Remember...
All my emotion.
Remember...
Christmas and Thanksgiving.
Remember...
To be open and giving.
Remember...
Our old birch tree.
Remember...
Remember me!
Remember...
The hot tub bath.
Remember...
Walking on the forest path..
Remember...
Your wedding gown.
Remember...
The love we found.
Remember...
When the war has passed.
Remember...
Our love will forever last.
poem by Philip Lore
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Grass Is Greener
One thing that I have heard
As I have often been told
Was the grass is always greener
On the other side of the road,
And to the that one statement
I truly had no ideal,
Was it but a lie that I often heard
Or was that assumption for real.
So on top of my own roof
I went to, after my climb
To check another ones yard
Of course a yard, that wasn't mine.
And there is where I stood
As I surveyed across the road
To see if anyone's grass was greener
As I often had heard and also been told.
And there from where that I stood
And from what that I could see
Their grass was not any greener
Than my yard, that I do believe.
So I surveyed the yards of my neighbors
As up on my roof I stood as I thought
Maybe all yards are all different then
So I got off my roof, and I went for a walk.
I walked down the street
Then I walked up the next block
Seems as though the houses got bigger
Along with their possession's and their lots.
Their grass didn't seem any greener
Than mine or the other that I have seen
Though theirs yards were much larger
As though a good picture from everyone's dream.
So there I left, and I continued my walk
I then came across some railroad tracks
And there stood houses and from what I saw,
Their grass was as green, front yard and back.
Though their yards they wasn't as large
As the ones I have seen
And their houses weren't as large or as nice
But their yards, they were just as green.
So then I headed back unto my home
To reflect back on the things that I have seen,
And of the ideals people thought of and said
And what in their mind they really did mean.
So when I got back unto my home
I climbed again on top of my roof
So there I could reflect and think to myself
About my neighbors and me and to tell the truth.
Though the grass might be greener, I did say
On the other side of the road,
But this one thing I tell you my friend,
The grass, it still has to be mowed.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Sad Times
i surf the face book of old faces
i was very thin then, and silent looking
my eyes are still sharp and i remember
not one of you wants to speak to me.
your hair was curly and you sat next
to the girl who said she really loved me
the other one kept the teasing
making the match that i did not mind
the last girl was as thin as myself
but ate her words about staying
patriotic.
After graduation i left immediately
someone promised to kill me in the city
so i left for the hills for i have my friends there.
i was so afraid and needing all support.
The rest of you went out of the country
looking for greener pastures, married
old and having only one child with
blonder hairs. I look at the pictures
again. Time passed so quickly. As
quick as thunder, and lighting. I got
hit, and i feel dying. I am here with
no definite plans, no place to go except
old age, and a mortuary insurance all
paid up.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Friends Do Not Die
my friends do not die
they may go
and not come back
as in
they're gone for good
seeking greener pastures
as reason
in other continents
with no news from them
but they are still in my heart
and i always remember them
as they also remember me
in their hearts
memories of friendship
live forever
specially those childhood ones
once when the rivers were
clear and clean
when laughter was not shaded
with fear
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Animals
Have you forgotten what we were like then
when we were still first rate
and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth
it's no use worrying about Time
but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves
and turned some sharp corners
the whole pasture looked like our meal
we didn't need speedometers
we could manage cocktails out of ice and water
I wouldn't want to be faster
or greener than now if you were with me O you
were the best of all my days
poem by Frank O'Hara
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Some Last Questions
What is the head
A. Ash
What are the eyes
A. The wells have fallen in and have
Inhabitants
What are the feet
A. Thumbs left after the auction
No what are the feet
A. Under them the impossible road is moving
Down which the broken necked mice push
Balls of blood with their noses
What is the tongue
A. The black coat that fell off the wall
With sleeves trying to say something
What are the hands
A. Paid
No what are the hands
A. Climbing back down the museum wall
To their ancestors the extinct shrews that will
Have left a message
What is the silence
A. As though it had a right to move
Who are the compatriots
A. They make the stars of bone
poem by William Stanley Merwin
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Tethered
We tether our mind
in fields of our own making
never letting it stray
into fresh and greener pastures.
We limit our reaches
instead of letting our imagination
soar into boundaries unlimited.
15 January 2011
poem by David Harris
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So What? ....
yes farther
is always the greener pasture,
gotcha
but what?
when you write about it
it is great and
they clap their hands
am so confused
when i start to
talk about
they all leave
one by one
like trickles of
rain
until i am left
with nothing
but your footsteps
on mud
can't figure out
why?
is there is something
wrong with the way
i part my
hair?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nuevas Senoritas
we blew off immigration
the moon was sitting high
we drove from lacandon into comitan
and gloria was singing
and cecelia closed her eyes
and i saw them
drifting out over the night sky
i said neuva senoritas
are you gone to brighter days
have you found your greener valley
and the place where your heart stays
i'm headed back to the flatlands
and you're headed up to the hills
rain brings you home middle of july
i guess i just got lonesome
when i think about how you feel
six months gone
and no one to dry your eyes
i said nueva senoritas
are you gone to brighter days
have you found your greener valley
and the place where your heart stays
i said nueva senoritas
are you gone to brighter days
have you found your greener valley
and the place where your heart stays
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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The Gippsland Hills Are Greener
The Powlett river downland go whispering towards the sea
And butcherbird is piping on sunlit wattle tree
And silver gulls are calling along the Gippsland shore
I love you my dear Country each day i love you more.
The English Land is greener some have been known to say
And English birds sing sweetly in leafy woods of may
But Gippsland hills are greener the greenest i have seen
And Aussie bird sing sweetly where woods are evergreen.
I've been to Indonesia and I've visited Japan
And I've had cake and coffee with wealthy Asian man
With wealthy men of London i have been out to tea
But bold men of Australia appeal far more to me.
I work for London company for influential co
And all my friends are wealthy and wealthy men i know
I once was middle class girl from Korumburra Town
And dad worked for demolition co knocking old buildings down
The English fields are greener the English proudly say
But I've lived in a greener Land thousands of miles away
Where Powlett river downland goes whispering towards the sea
And butcherbird is piping on sunlit wattle tree.
poem by Francis Duggan
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About You, About Pain, A Memory...
who can change you? Nobody.
There is a need for you to change
They tell you
Like you were a child and like a child
You do not listen
You have behaved like a moth
Wishing fire that you do not know shall burn your body
They grieve upon this
But As Fate always have its way of winning over Everyone
You are finally gone
There will be a deafening silence for a while
But the flock has to move on for a greener pasture
You are a memory
A footprint that we all leave in a sand dune
The winds from the desert comes at night
Blows you away
As they all leave for another land
To draw upon their palms
A map
for Another Beginning
They shall remember you as a sad story
And they respect you for all that you have given them
And then
They must forget....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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