I Know Him Only As My Neighbour
I know him only as my neighbour and though I see him most every day
For each of us a struggle for to find words for to say
Whenever we come face to face in the park or on the street
'Tis just a hello in passing we don't chat when we meet
The captain of the local golf club similar friends we do not share
For to be elected captain he has to be a good golf player
In local sporting circles he is one quite well known
Like I say we share little in common but then to each their own
Amongst those who share similar interests the bond of friendship does grow
Those who think alike us we wish to get to know
I do see and meet him often though not every day
And a hello in passing is all we have to say.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Similar Backgrounds
even though you are a bit older than me
we share one thing in common
we lived similar lives
and we had done similar things
it's like i knew you years before i actually met you
Our character is just alike
we share humor just the same
and no matter what life may have brought to us
we have shared pain more than we deserved
for you are all i need my maggie
and from one friend to another
i love you
and i'm always gonna be here for you
poem by PenelopeCrews Pitstock
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Its Not For Me To Say
Robert allen / al stillman
Its not for me to say you love me
Its not for me to say youll always care
Oh, but here for the moment I can hold you fast
And press your lips to mine
And dream that love will last
As far as I can see this is heaven
And speaking just for me
Its ours to share
Perhaps the glow of love will grow
With every passing day
Or we may never meet again
But then, its not for me to say
And speaking just for me
Its ours to share
Perhaps the glow of love will grow
With every passing day
Or we may never meet again
But then, its not for me to say
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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An Ageing Golfer's Dream
His great dream in his fifties is to emulate his son
Who was lucky enough to score a hole in one
Which is something in golf that is quite rare indeed
Where many do fail few can hope to succeed
A far better golfer than his son it is said
By those in the know who rate the ageing golfer ahead
Of anyone else in the local golf club
I only say here what I hear in the pub
From the local amateur golfers who enjoy their weekend game
Who play for the love of it not for the fame
As a golfer the young man in his twenties with his dad can't compare
For the father indeed is a far better player
But the father has yet to hit a hole in one
And on that score alone 'tis one up for the son.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Her
Who is she?
Do you know who she is?
She is the person I share
Everything
With
Someone who's known me
Since before I was born
Her.
We share
Parents and birthdays
Arguments and
Good and bad times
Her.
We share
Friends
Teachers and
School
We share a
Bond
No one
Can break
We share
A house and
Clothes
And wear
The same outfits
Her.
She's
The annoying and stubborn
Smart
Irritating
Dorky
Lovable
Twin sister
I have
Her.
poem by Autumn Winds
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A Local Outsider
To the local community he is not one of their own
And apart from them in every way he has grown
He does not share their interests of work, sports, small talk, drinking and football
In fact with them in common he has nothing at all.
He works in the big town some twenty miles away
But he returns to his home in the small town every day
Single in his mid twenties in the peak of his prime
And he does feel happy at least most of the time.
A spiritual person and an artist at heart
In community meetings and projects he never takes part
He draws and sketches at night and his art readily sell
And as a hobby artist he is doing well.
He was born in the small town but it does seem sad to say
That as a local outsider he is destined to stay
Even with those he grew up with little in common he share
He is an endangered species and his type are rare.
He is not a student of sports or football
And who won last year's Grand Final he does not recall
And though his praises none of the other locals do sing
He is his own man and he does his own thing.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Quick We Are To Say
During lives we come to live,
There are many we don't see.
Even though we share,
The passing of cast shadows.
Everyday there is,
Opportunities to meet.
But our eyes just look away,
While walking upon the streets.
Few stop to say, 'Hello how are you today? '
Or care to know,
Who feels...
As we do!
During lives we come to live,
There are many we don't see.
Even though we share,
The passing of cast shadows.
And...
We don't dare to bother to ask,
How one feels.
Or...
Dare to smile to greet,
When we pass.
But...
Quick we are to say,
Kiss my...!
As if that was a favorite task,
Mastered...
In a class.
Everyday there is,
Opportunities to meet.
But our eyes just look away,
While walking upon the streets.
Few stop to say, 'Hello how are you today? '
Or care to know,
Who feels...
As we do!
During lives we come to live,
There are many we don't see.
Even though we share,
The passing of cast shadows.
We choose,
Instead...
To be rude.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Golf Tees Lament
Golf tees on my dresser
Golf tees in my bed
Golf tees on my pillows
Where they poke me in my head
Golf tees in my closet
Falling from my shirts and pants
Golf tees along the baseboards
Just like army ants
Golf tees in the carpet
And underneath my feet
Golf tees lined up on the mantle
Oh, they look so neat
Golf tees in my couch
And in my back and thighs
When I sit and watch TV
I feel those little guys
Golf tees in the kitchen
In Jurassic coffee mugs
Sometimes when I pass them
They look like prehistoric bugs.
Golf tees in the bathtub
Like sailors on plastic ships
Golf tee in her make-up
Like little bald q-tips.
Golf tees in the attic
Golf tees in the shed
Golf tees, golf tees everywhere
I wonder where they bred?
Golf tees out the backdoor
Like Hansel-and-Gretel’s trails
Golf tees in the flowerbeds
Among the mulch and snails
Golf tees in my car
And underneath the mats
Golf tees in the backseat
Like little baseball bats
But when I am at the golf course
I ask my partner, like a louse…
“May I borrow some of your tees? ”
I left mine at the house!
poem by Larry Buddin
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I'm One Of You
Come
share with me your laughter
share with me your pain
share with me your strength
share with me your fear
share with me your despair
share with me your hopes and dreams
share with me your love
share with me your life...
Trust me...
I'm one of you.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Separate Lives
Eric woolfson - lead vocal
Its been a long road
Weve walked the last mile
We reach the same conclusion
And we stop for a while
Together we know
The way we must go
Were leaving an illusion
Thats for us to share
Only for us to share
We live our separate lives
And go our different ways
Cause we dont see eye to eye
And we cant stand face to face
We live our separate lives
While counting all the days
Till the two of us arrive
In another time and place
We share the same thoughts
We read the same lines
We meet on sad occasions
And in happier times
A spoken goodbye
And both of us try
To walk away in silence
Thats for us to share,
Only for us to share
We live our separate lives
And go our different ways
Cause we dont see eye to eye
And we cant stand face to face
We live our separate lives
While counting all the days
Till the two of us arrive
In another time and place
And always goodbye
But heaven knows why
I cant erase the memory
Thats for us to share
Only for us to share
Only for us to share
We live our separate lives
And go our different ways
Cause we dont see eye to eye
And we cant stand face to face
We live our separate lives
While counting all the days
Till the two of us arrive
In another time and place
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Could I Critique Poe
Could I critique Poe?
Would he care to know,
My opinion of his vision.
Would the darkness felt in his heart...
Manifest more light.
If he chose to interpret,
From my insight!
How should Poe and I,
Share similar views on life?
Could I critique Poe?
I suppose I could...
With a wisdom I would bestow.
But how would that effort,
Allow my own to grow.
If from my own environment,
My experiences given...
Come forth from within,
To share as they are told.
And neither Poe nor I...
Would find that a critiquing,
To be the thing we sought...
When revealing from inside of us,
Those thoughts from us unique.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Black And White So Alike
In my journey in life, I met many people and many issues
and I used many tissues, cried many tears thru the years.
I found people of color are similar to white and alike
in so many ways, they have feelings like white people
and maybe even more, people say to me why you bother
with people of color, I say people are people, color
and white are so alike, have feelings so alike and they
can bond like anyone else, talk for hours and laughs
about little things and big things.
People of color and white are so alike I am greatful to have
met special people in my life, make me feel good when I am down,
make me laugh when I cry, tell me its okay to feel sad, and thats
not bad to feel down sometimes because thats how it is, People of color and white so alike in many ways, they share sorrow and pain, cry
and laugh together, have long or short lunch or just walk
around corner its still something to talk about.
People of color and white so alike in many ways and thats what I say
and I will miss my friend now that she moved on, but our friendship stayed on....
poem by Hedi Vlacich
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Share
Whether you have a million shares or one share,
You share in life’s the same.
You share some of its benefits
As well as some of its blame.
The real difference for you is if you share your share.
That will decide if your life really has been fair.
Be it a million shares or one share, your responsibility
Is to find here on earth where you can share
For your share of eternity.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Would You Like To Be There
Somewhere the evening sun
Is falling down, the day is done
How i'd like to be there, how i'd like to share
Somewhere the darkness frowns
And hides behind the ones in doubt
Would you like to be there, would you like to share
With me, 'cause my arms are stretched a mile wide
Under the ocean floor, the sand is crawling up the shore
How i'd like to be there, 'n how i'd like to share
Under the western sky, the days are slowly passing by
Would you like to be there, would you like to share
With me, 'cause my arms are stretched a mile wide, yeah
The more you see, the more you know
The more you see, the more you know
The more you see, the more
Somewhere the songbird sings, but hears there's no-one listening
How i'd like to be there, 'n how i'd like to share
Out in the blackened sea, there's unison and harmony
Would you like to be there, would you like to share
With me, 'cause my arms are stretched a mile wide
The more you see, the more you know
The more you see, the more you know
The more you see
song performed by by Ugly Kid Joe
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Sharing
If every life learned to share
A happier world we would have
We could share our lives
And share our thoughts
Without any kind of recrimination
We could share our love
With all the strangers
That may come our way
Around the world
Making new friends wherever we go
If sharing was not just a dream
Paradise at our feet
Would unfold
There would be no more poverty
For every crust of bread, we’d share
We can only dream that one day
Many hearts will beat as one
Many minds will think alike
No more terrors will strike discord
And sharing will become the word
26 April 2007
poem by David Harris
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To Share Our Love
Pre>makes me feel good,
Now I can see
It takes more than one to give
The life we need.
(parts a and b run concurrently)
(a) I cant think why (b) cant think |
| why I never thought |
| I never thought of this before of this before, now I know |
| what it means to me |
| now I know what it means to share to share, share all my love with you, |
| to share, share all my love with you. |
| to share my love. |
| |
| |
| now I know why cant think |
| why I never thought |
| Ive found the answer for myself of this before, now I know |
| what it means to me |
| what a day it would be to share to share, share all my love with you, |
| to share, share all my love with you. |
| to share your love |
/pre>
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Dear Brother
We come from such different backgrounds
We share nothing close to a similar culture
We shall meet halfway no questions asked
And we shall fight
swords drawn, shields strong, guns raised, and missiles armed
For that is the way of the world and we shall die brothers all
poem by LC Ian MckayCarbajal
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Your Hero Is A Well Known Local
The one who is hailed by the masses will never be a hero to you
Your hero is a quiet achiever to his dedications he's true
An honest and a hard working person and one of high integrity
You have placed him on a pedestal to you there's none greater than he.
Your hero is a well known local and in his work he takes great pride
He is admired and respected by many but he'll never be known far and wide
He's one who leads by good example one to help you out if he could
And for the local community he is one who has done so much good.
He is such a down to earth person and none more hard working than he
One who derives much satisfaction in each sporting local victory
A generous and a likeable fellow and a familiar face of the Town
He's happy to be a well known local and he does not yearn for World-wide renown.
I do like your sort of a hero a person that you do know well
Of any huge business adventures he does not have stories to tell
When you say you'll follow in his footsteps you are walking on solid ground
Why look up to a World renowned hero when there's a local hero to be found.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The day after tomorrow
The day after tomorrow
Is 48 hours
Too soon?
Inorder to meet and
Devise a plan
For what we need to do
The day after tomorrow, somewhere
About high noon
We shall meet
Face to face, and peacefully
Share our views
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Glorious Isolation
It was a sad little street,
houses all terraced
lined up like soldiers
with no front gardens.
Two up, two down
we called them
and nowadays
well, they’re hot!
I wonder at the world
with its price wars,
its property market,
its values.
Years ago your house
was your home,
you had local friends
you had roots.
These days it’s not cool
to all live streets away,
pop in and chat,
have an open door.
Folk move away,
find jobs elsewhere,
become isolated
and up market.
I phoned my sister
the other day.
We used to share a bed,
bottom to bottom.
I said, “how are you,
what you up to.”
And d’you know
she replied.
“I’m in Manchester
in glorious isolation”
Sign of the times I sighed,
with saddened eyes.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Who Else Have You Selected?
Who else will I face,
To come into my life...
My Father?
Who else have You selected?
For me to share,
As we together...
Within Your vision please.
Who else comes to teach...
Lessons taught to instill,
For me to learn?
Who will You deem to be qualified...
To ignite that spark I yearn?
Who comes to confess,
The void in my emptiness they can fulfill.
Who will that be coming not to exhaust,
My patience
To recognize from my eyes...
They have come with God given skills.
Who else will I face,
To come into my life...
My Father?
Who else have You selected?
For me to share,
As we together...
Within Your vision please.
Others have come for shortened visits.
Will You pick someone admired for Yourself?
To have me grieve upon their leaving...
As it seems You have done,
With everyone else.
To see how quickly I can heal...
With just You to turn to,
For a comforting you know appeals!
And after testing my loyalty...
Will You again,
Introduce another someone...
You will have me meet,
Just for me?
Or will You throw upon my path another test?
Just to tease to see if I love You best?
Who else have You selected?
For me to share,
As we together...
Within Your vision please?
And 'why' do You do this,
To me My Father?
Don't You believe,
I'm deserving of someone...
Not for You to scrutinize.
But a companion who is special...
To meet and satisfy our human needs.
Before You put me through another test,
Who else have You detected...
That I might select,
Just for me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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