How Things Used to Be
The older I get the more I think
About how things used to be
It’s almost like another life
That’s what it seems to me
We raised chickens every year
And I loved to gather eggs
Starting with a box of chicks
Watching them till adult stage
Creative games children played
No technology like these days
Monopoly and hide n go seek
Yes, they were sure the craze
My mom was there every single day
After school when we came home
A healthy snack and homework
We weren’t allowed to roam
The cars were so much different
And you couldn’t drive so fast
We’d have them for years and years
Like most things they would last
If you dig out old photographs
So many thoughts they bring
It sure is fun to take the time
And do a little remembering!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Skull Ring
(feat. The Stooges)
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Money
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Fancy things
The touch of a hand in the wasteland
you're walking asleep and dreaming cheap
A bird's wing don't beat for free
You're freezing cold and your family
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Money
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Fancy things
Fingers on fire to do what's bad
Ring on the finger is a skull man
Strong as a bar of steel
Weakness is that you can't feel
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Money
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Fancy things
My life is dirtied, my mind is loaded
I'm feeling and breathing and fighting
To see
People get ready now
Baby come on give your heart to me
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Money
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Fancy things
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Where Has The Time Gone? !
When you're born it's a miracle your there and everyone's happy
'She's beautiful, I'm so happy, Congrats! 'is what they say.
You're innocent and an Angel to all eyes.
As you grow and get older and
learn your first words it's always an 'aww, She's growing so fast and now there's no going back.
Years 2 and 3 go by so fast then guess what your 4 and going to school, elementary.
Pre-K, Kinder,1st and 2nd then from 3rd to 4th to 5th, WOW! , that went quick now it's time for new people, new things: 6th grade the starting of your middle school years, you have more responsibilities and more stress and guess what, it stinks!
Graduate 6th go to 7th then...
Don't got your mom, barely got your dad can't deal with these changes, please take me out of this forbidden place!
Mom's side of family can't see them no more but weren't they just here what the hell happened!
8th grades here last time you'll see these people, time for another change, someone please come and save me!
Now in 9th with more new faces than familiar, but I guess it's all good, I'll do ok.
Until the next 3 years this is all I've got to say: Where Has The Time Gone? !
poem by Angel Gibbs
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Old School Memories
I guess we all have old memories
Way back when we were in school
We tried our best to get passing grades
To prove to our folks we weren’t a fool
Remember those old-fashion desks?
There was an ink well right at the top
Some boys didn’t last too long at school
For they stayed home to pick the crops
Long walks home right after school
The stack of books made a heavy load
Kicking rocks but hurrying along
Down that dusty red dirt road
After all, there were always chores to do
Once a kid got back home
Gather the eggs and slop the hogs
Didn’t have a lot of time to roam
Yep, those were good old days, my friend
Nowadays seems school is a breeze
But it sure is fun to look behind us
To the wonderful old school memories!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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That child in me
Just like any other child, I never experienced being brought to school by a nanny.
My family couldn’t provide me one.
Just like any other child, I never experienced being fetched by a chauffer.
My father could not afford any.
Just like any other child, I never experienced being prepared a lunch box for my snack.
Nothing was there to prepare anyway.
Just like any other child, I never had a bag of my own.
What I had was a plastic bag that could accommodate all my belongings.
Just like any other child I never had good shoes to wear.
I got broken slipper; sometimes, none.
Just like any other child, I never had a good pair of socks.
An old pair of Boyscout knee socks is all I got
Just like any other child, I never had a uniform for my school.
Well, I inherited two faded ones from my grade six cousins.
Just like any other child, I was never allowed to go out camping in school.
No one could provide me the things to bring.
Just like any other child, I was never allowed to participate in any school games.
I was too thin to play any games
Just like any other child, going to school without breakfast became a habit.
Not because no body’s preparing it for me but because there really is nothing to prepare.
Just like any other child, I can hardly pay for my school tuition fees.
My mom barely had enough money after she does the neighbor’s laundry.
But unlike any other child, I never quit.
I never quit! I never quit!
poem by Edgar Rendon Eslit
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Four Years Old
Hey
Why'd you wake me from my nap?
I'm not in the mood
To play your games
Or sit on your lap
You
Where's my Yankees drinking glass?
I want some juice
And I want it now
So you better move your ass
And feel bad for me
'Cuz I'm just getting over a cold
I'm four years old!
I'm four years old!
I'm four years old!
Somebody better tie my shoes!
Now
I run down the hall
I scream and I yell
And I cry 'cuz I fell
Bring the rubbing alcohol
Outside
I get mud on my shoe
I come back in the house
I get it on the rug
The cleanging's up to you
And I won't take a bath
Unless you make me Spaghetti-O's
I'm four years old!
I'm four years old!
I'm four years old!
Mommy reads to me at night
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Well
I can't have a job
And I can't go to school
If no grownups are around
I can't go near the pool
I'm not alowed to climb
My neighbor's apple tree
I'm not allowed to sit
Too close to the TV
I don't know how to drive
And I don't know how to spell
But if I hear my brother cursing
I do know how to tell
'Cuz he made me eat some bread
That was covered in mold
I'm four years old!
I'm four years old!
I'm four years old!
I just threw up on my grandmother
song performed by by Adam Sandler
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Intimate Gaming
Sports we played
Music bands we made
It was all bonding
But through those schooling years
Was anything more innocent
And more intimate
Then the video games we played
Street fighter, mortal kombat
Ice hockey, soccer, shoot-em ups
They all made an appearance
As we bought new sneakers
Changed our hair
Talked
Ate
Argued
High-fived
All with a game controller in hand
A coke by our side
They were the days of less worry
Thoughts only of
Games, slurpees and new sneakers
And a new school year to dread
Of new friends and girls
Of detention and fights
That time has now gone
Though the games still remain
More advanced
The fun has gone
poem by James Dylan
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No homework
No homework, no homework, no homework
it would be lovely, it would be great,
it would be as good as chocolate cake.
No homework, no homework, no homework,
oh the things I would do, it would be fun,
it would be a cupcake bun.
No homework, no homework, no homework,
an amazing day, but next day at school,
a pop quiz and now the teacher says hurray.
poem by Ben Mannion
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Shadows Of Light
Somewhere in shadow hides my fate, I am at ease to live and wait.
For all the years I've lived thus long, are merely first chords of a song.
The song of standing on my own, just me to face the great unknown.
The song of having to ignite, the flame that makes my future bright.
The song of success sings at last, my future path set hard and fast.
Marching at my own pace seems, the only way to realise dreams.
Schooling years just begun; those teenage years one more re-run.
The song of study as I yearn to know those things still yet to learn.
College, Uni, all so new, reviewing actions, see things through.
Equipped at last for the big OE, decision time; where shall it be?
The song of bustle, in some city, toil is tough; now that's a pity.
The song of outdoors hot and dry, always free beneath blue sky.
Songs from memory call me home, call for me no more to roam.
Home once more among the fold, dormant thoughts yet to unfold.
Meet the one with whom to share, secret moments all too rare.
The song of partner, my own family, contented days and years to be.
The song of children's cries of glee, excitement building joy the key.
The song within of being free, found at last what's meant too be.
poem by Rod Morris
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First Day at School
first day at school
the first real five hours
away from mom
first day at school
the thin boy, the fat boy,
the quiet boy, the one with the mother
inspired by
First Day at School
A millionbillionwillion miles from home
Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?)
Why are they all so big, other children?
So noisy? So much at home they
Must have been born in uniform
Lived all their lives in playgrounds
Spent the years inventing games
That don't let me in. Games
That are rough, that swallow you up.
And the railings.
All around, the railings.
Are they to keep out wolves and monsters?
Things that carry off and eat children?
Things you don't take sweets from?
Perhaps they're to stop us getting out
Running away from the lessins. Lessin.
What does a lessin look like?
Sounds small and slimy.
They keep them in the glassrooms.
Whole rooms made out of glass. Imagine.
I wish I could remember my name
Mummy said it would come in useful.
Like wellies. When there's puddles.
Yellowwellies. I wish she was here.
I think my name is sewn on somewhere
Perhaps the teacher will read it for me.
Tea-cher. The one who makes the tea.
Roger McGough
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Oh Dear Children
Oh dear children of this world
Time is drawing near
When you will look around and see
Things are not as they appear.
The men in suits that wear red ties
Have no thoughts for you.
They plot and plan your future years
And what is it you can do?
You're busy with your childhood games
That will leave you much too fast.
But the powerful ones have plans for you
And so your die's been cast.
Oh dear children of the world
Let your days go slow.
For looming not so far from you
will come life's crushing blow.
And those that birthed you sadly cry
But are helpless as they pray
"Oh dear God protect them please.
Let them find a way
to escape a world gone mad.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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My Mom Is the Best Mom
She’s my first home
for nine months
and for my first nine years
she was always there for me
still treating me as her precious baby
feeding me rice and fish
beef, ham or anything deliciously prepared
and even a simple sunrise egg
was a gourmet
She’s the best chef
and I miss the moment
she would use her bare hands
shaping the food to anything
just to persuade us
to eat while we were playing
and just let us be kids for those moments.
Then sometimes I would just wait in the kitchen
as she baked cakes and cookies
while I was watching her
creating magic out from flour, sugar, eggs chocolates and any else
and my favorite from her is her home baked chiffon cake.
and during my first day in school
I was in panic
I felt not safe without her
and my first year in school
I couldn’t concentrate in the lessons
my mind was always thinking
of going home
and during middle school
She was my inspiration
just wanted my mom to be at the stage
to place my medal for excellence
I love my mom so much
She’s the best mother in the neighborhood
all mom’s in the neighborhood go to work
but my mom sacrifice her work for us
to show her love 24 hours a day.
My mom is the best mom
Hope I can be the best son too
: D
poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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The Last of The Flock
I
In distant countries have I been,
And yet I have not often seen
A healthy man, a man full grown,
Weep in the public roads, alone.
But such a one, on English ground,
And in the broad highway, I met;
Along the broad highway he came,
His cheeks with tears were wet:
Sturdy he seemed, though he was sad;
And in his arms a Lamb he had.
II
He saw me, and he turned aside,
As if he wished himself to hide:
And with his coat did then essay
To wipe those briny tears away.
I followed him, and said, 'My friend,
What ails you? wherefore weep you so?'
--'Shame on me, Sir! this lusty Lamb,
He makes my tears to flow.
To-day I fetched him from the rock;
He is the last of all my flock,
III
'When I was young, a single man,
And after youthful follies ran,
Though little given to care and thought,
Yet, so it was, an ewe I bought;
And other sheep from her I raised,
As healthy sheep as you might see;
And then I married, and was rich
As I could wish to be;
Of sheep I numbered a full score,
And every year increased my store.
IV
'Year after year my stock it grew;
And from this one, this single ewe,
Full fifty comely sheep I raised,
As fine a flock as ever grazed!
Upon the Quantock hills they fed;
They throve, and we at home did thrive:
--This lusty Lamb of all my store
Is all that is alive;
And now I care not if we die,
And perish all of poverty.
V
'Six Children, Sir! had I to feed;
Hard labour in a time of need!
My pride was tamed, and in our grief
I of the Parish asked relief.
They said, I was a wealthy man;
My sheep upon the uplands fed,
And it was fit that thence I took
Whereof to buy us bread.
'Do this: how can we give to you,'
They cried, 'what to the poor is due?'
VI
'I sold a sheep, as they had said,
And bought my little children bread,
And they were healthy with their food
For me--it never did me good.
A woeful time it was for me,
To see the end of all my gains,
The pretty flock which I had reared
With all my care and pains,
To see it melt like snow away--
For me it was a woeful day.
VII
'Another still! and still another!
A little lamb, and then its mother!
It was a vein that never stopped--
Like blood-drops from my heart they dropped.
'Till thirty were not left alive
They dwindled, dwindled, one by one
And I may say, that many a time
I wished they all were gone--
Reckless of what might come at last
Were but the bitter struggle past.
VIII
'To wicked deeds I was inclined,
And wicked fancies crossed my mind;
And every man I chanced to see,
I thought he knew some ill of me:
No peace, no comfort could I find,
No ease, within doors or without;
And, crazily and wearily
I went my work about;
And oft was moved to flee from home,
And hide my head where wild beasts roam.
IX
'Sir! 'twas a precious flock to me,
As dear as my own children be;
For daily with my growing store
I loved my children more and more.
Alas! it was an evil time;
God cursed me in my sore distress;
I prayed, yet every day I thought
I loved my children less;
And every week, and every day,
My flock it seemed to melt away.
X
'They dwindled, Sir, sad sight to see!
From ten to five, from five to three,
A lamb, a wether, and a ewe;--
And then at last from three to two;
And, of my fifty, yesterday
I had but only one:
And here it lies upon my arm,
Alas! and I have none;--
To-day I fetched it from the rock;
It is the last of all my flock.'
poem by William Wordsworth
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When You Grow Up
Don't you miss your lunch-box days?
And following the latest mini craze?
When things were as simple as summer dresses,
No coursework, assignments or unneeded stresses,
Everyone was friends and there was never an enemy,
Forgetting about dates and irrational chemistry,
You were an innocent playing at school,
You had the class clown, the nerd, the fool,
Homework consisted of simple rhyme,
Taking but a fraction of your time,
Allowing you to otherwise play,
During the simple, loving time of day.
Looking back you can now see,
Everything you wanted to be,
The typical saying of 'when you grow up',
And not relying on the flawed notion of luck,
You look back at your wishes and dreams,
While walking along a glistening stream,
Of sudden corrupted and negative thought,
The fear, the lies, not wanting to get caught,
Now that your older your beginning to see,
That things are not as easy as you wanted them to be,
There's always something blocking your way,
And so you leave your thoughts for another day.
poem by Kim Cresswell
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The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember we'd all pile into the car---I forget what kind it was---and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called 'Dad.' We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Evergreen School Days........
Our evergreen school days
will not come back again
From the nursery to high school
we learnt the best
and the best that taught by our teachers
Our school life was full of cheers
and lived with full of mischievous
but the discipline was maintained well
We sang and danced without
thinking of our future.
We spent money without earned them
When the school start after the vacation
we meet our friends happily and
welcomed new friends dearly
We played all the games and we won
many games with out care of sun or rain
Many years have been gone
today we live different parts of the world
but the memories of our school days
will live in our hearts as ever green days.
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Familiar With the Setting
I was not raised on islands of enchantment.
Nor do I know anyone who drives a Bentley,
And lives in a mansion!
For some reason,
I was born into a reality...
That came to test my every breath.
And games played like 'dodgeball'
And hide and seek...
Came in very handy as I grew older.
And for a number of years,
I lived in emotional shock!
From losing friends I knew to a nonsense war.
That once was called Viet Nam.
Now a vacation destination!
A tourist 'must see' spot.
I've witnessed some wonderful people,
Pass on!
Being near death myself a few years ago...
Gave me a boost to my insight!
And my eyes became clearer.
Becoming clearer than I thought they could.
Opened for the maximum of enlightenment.
And not of my doing...
I might add!
I was not raised on islands of enchantment.
Nor do I know anyone who drives a Bentley,
And lives in a mansion!
However...
And this is strange!
I am familiar with the setting,
And the scene!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crazy Games
Verse 1:
Once he seen you get so comfortable
Never wantin to commit fo sho
Always lying bout the girl next door
That's how all these things began
You let you gaurd down and he does you in
All you secrets hes been holdin that in
To throw back at you when it benifits him
So he can go and play with all his chickens
Chorus:
Tell me where the lyin and the front begun
Why you playin wit me cuz it ain't fun
How can it be two if I'm your only one
That's how crazy this game is
Workin so hard to complete ourselves
Never thinkin that our love was on the shelf
Livin our life like there was no one else
That's how crazy this game is
Verse 2:
Who you messin with cuz all the games you play
Oh you didn't know my name was Mary J
All the chicks you hear that heard they all look slave
tryin ta gas me sayin things have changed
Now your like the furthest thing from my brain
Never thought I had to say it to you this way
All these years I been with you boy I feel so played
Now I need to go jump in my blazer
(chorus)
Marys say: "This is one thing I will not tolerate"
I'm not........... for this.......... abusive........relation..........reclusive...
excuses...........for evolution.
When you play.........with are......love games.......its starts.......possessive.......obsession..........statement.
(chorus)
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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It's A School Day
Welcome home, kids!
How was school?
Now get to work.
You know the rule:
No games, no shows
Till the homework's done.
First do your chores,
Then have some fun.
O my, it's late!
No time to play.
Be off to bed, 'cause
It's a school day.
Going Back
Words and music by gerry goffin and carole king
I think Im going back
To the things I learnt so well in my youth
I think Im returning to
Those days when I was young enough to know the truth
Now there are no games
To only pass the time
No more colouring books
No christmas bells to chime
But thinking young and growing older is no sin
And I cant play the game of life to win
I can recall a time
When I wasnt ashamed to reach out to a friend
And now I think Ive got
A lot more than just my toys to lend
Now theres more to do
Than watch my sailboat glide
And every day can be
My magic carpet ride
And I can play hide and seek with my fears
And live my days instead of counting my years
Then everyone debates
The true reality
Id rather see the world
The way it used to be
A little bit of freedoms all we lack
So catch me if you can
Im going back
song performed by by Queen
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A Child's Game
the games that you play
are the same games that i am playing
writing poems
watching movies
reading stories
reading poems
taking the night
out with not so
close friends
enjoying the
music at the bar
some beer and
some barbecue
a little laughter
some pretenses
some truths to
tell sometimes
going home late
and wanting some
sleep till noon,
what is it that i am doing?
i am hiding from misery
this program on pain reduction
this art of losing and finding
and losing till it hurts no more
these children games
of hide and seek
breaking up and
becoming friends again
in such a short
time
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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