Lost for Good
In Southampton, England was found
My Gramps wallet lost long ago.
The finder was intent and bound,
And found my Dad in Chicago.
The wallet was then sent to Dad,
With all the contents still therein;
Some pictures of Gramps as a lad,
With his parents and other kin;
An I.D. with info embossed,
Also bills and a ticket worn.
If that wallet had not been lost,
I might not have even been born.
The ticket was for a sea trip,
First class on the Titanic ship.
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Picture.
Ihave your picture in my wallet.
But I have your kiss in the jasmine
Of the summer dusk.
I have your picture in my wallet.
But I have your eyes in the starlight.
Dancing across a frosted field.
I have your picture in my wallet.
But I have your touch on the breeze
That bends the flowers in green meadow.
I have your picture in my mind.
poem by Kevin East
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The Pickpocket
He found the King's wallet on a roadside
But it was empty and only the Queen's photograph remained.
He decided to return the wallet to the King without any failure.
What a pity?
He was sentenced to the life-imprisonment
As the King claimed all his money were there.
(I dedicate this poem to the poetess Tranquil.Ocean in gratitude.)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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You're Making My Purpose Very Difficult
Content and substance
Intended to deliver
A meaning driven by a purpose
With a hopeful comprehension
That explores misunderstanding
'Huh?
I'm exploring my intent to mug you
You are the 'muggee'
And I
I am the 'mugger'
You're making my purpose very difficult
Do you OR do you not intend
To hand over to me your wallet? '
Are your serious?
Do you realize I am on a fixed income?
And you are here
Brandishing a gun?
Talking some nonsense?
Hand you my wallet?
I don't carry a wallet!
And furthermore
HEY! ?
You come back here
I'm not finished!
Hey?
Did you hear me?
Damn kids
Walking around making demands!
Pants hanging off his butt
Running away like he's carrying a diaper load.
AND
He expects to get something from me?
And he couldn't stay to understand a word I said?
When I was that age,
At least I was polite!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A prince wasn't born with a silver spoon
It's very hard to pronounce and the prince's name is Legerdemain.
His patchy wallet contains a picture of Madonna and full of rubbish.
He is not a cherub it seems.
The scars of his wrist a handiwork like tattoos of different handcuffs he wore.
His Pidgin English and the moisten heart
Does somebody could understand?
Then he will be surprised.
He is a pickpocket and one day he found his deceased mother's photo
In a stolen wallet and he said goodbye to his sorrowful career.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Wait for bait
Each girl takes every care
To lure anyone on the earth
And yet is unapproachable
Why?
She is a buyer in the market,
Going around with her wallet
To choose the best of the products
To suit more than her wallet.
Wait!
16.11.97,
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Like Scraped Up Dust to Save
1-2-3 and,
Put-your-dollars-in-your wallet,
And pretend its vacant paper!
Like scraped up dust to save.
And...
Put-your-dollars-in-your wallet,
And pretend its vacant paper.
To e-vap-orate like vapor.
And...
Put-your-dollars-in-your wallet,
And pretend its vacant paper.
No-longer-to-savored.
To 'trip' on treasured capers.
And...
Put-your-dollars-in-your wallet,
And pretend its vacant paper!
That's all it's worth today!
And...
Put-your-dollars-in-your wallet,
And pretend its vacant paper!
Like scraped up dust to save!
1-2-3,
Like scraped up dust to save!
And...
1-2-3,
Like scraped up dust to save!
And...
1-2-3,
Like scraped up dust to save!
And...
1-2-3,
Like scraped up dust to save!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Things I Have Lost
During my life I've lost many things...
I've lost my teddy bear
I've lost my blanket
I've lost my bottle and binkie
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I've lost my homework
I've lost my backpack
I've lost my books and glasses
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I've lost my keys
I've lost my cellphone
I've lost my wallet and my credit card
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But with all the things I've lost,
I've NEVER lost a person like you
and don't plan on it any time soon.
poem by Lydia Shivley
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I was walking down fifth avenue today and I found a wallet, and I was gonna keep it, rather than return it, but I thought: well, if I lost a hundred and fifty dollars, how would I feel? And I realized I would want to be taught a lesson.
quote by Emo Philips
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Needing Advice
(Son) Hey, Dad, have you got a minute? Actually
it's a little complicated. Could you meet me
at Cuss from Hoe over a beer or two?
(Dad) Now you have got me worried, big spender.
What's up?
(Son) I need some advice.
(Dad) O.K., see you in about twenty minutes.
(Dad) Well, son, I think I need something stronger
than two beers.
Are you sure he is dead?
(Son) Yeah, he is not breathing.
(Dad) And he is in your apartment?
(Son) Yeah, he came downstairs to watch the ball game. We
had a couple of beers and I fell asleep on the couch.
Next thing, I wake up and there he is lying on the floor
in a pool of blood.
(Dad) And he is still there?
(Son) Yeah, he is dead, Dad. He can't leave.
(Dad) Did he ever pay you back the money he owed you, that you owe me.
(Son) No, that's why I checked his wallet to see if that was his
intention, to pay me back.
(Dad) And what did you find?
(Son) His wallet was empty, nothing in it.
How do I explain that to the cops, Dad?
(Dad) Holy Moley, how do you get yourself into these messes?
We've got to throw his wallet in the river, get back to
your place, break a window, empty your wallet, and after
I have punched you out, I'll call the police.
(Son) Thanks, Dad, I knew you'd think of something,
except Gus at Cuss from Hoe heard us talking.
(Dad) Yeah, but he was the only one there and he owes me
$20 grand. He said he'll pay me tonight.
Want to take care of it?
(Son) Sure, Dad.
poem by Elke Nigro
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A bitter pill implies where I belong
I signed the back of a lottery ticket, filled the name and address clearly.
The night is sleeping but still I am awake in a Gas station to fulfill the boisterous vehicles.
I hear a whisper in my decaying wallet.
'Hey! Dear this is not the winning ticket exactly but a day would be appeared and bring you the lucky chance soon.' The lottery muttered.
After a lazy yawn I speak to myself;
'Nowadays the papers talk much while the poor people shut their mouths as nothing to put in for digest.'
* To Gheorghe Zamfir!
Your divine magical pan flute's notes impress me how to grab the fleeing life?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Homeward Bound
I want to sit at home in my rockin chair
I dont want to travel the world
As far as Im concerned Ive had my share
But times more precious than gold
I dont wanna see another airplane seat
Or another hotel room
The home life to me seems really neat
I just wanna unpack for good
Buy me a ticket homeward bound (homeward bound)
Buy me a ticket homeward bound (oh homeward bound
Well it all seems the same when youve done it before
Theres no difference in the style
Theres no end insight or my own front door
Ill be a stay at home for awhile
So Ill have another drink and a cigarette
Just to console myself some how
Its not too bad if you can forget
Ive just got to find a way somehow
Buy me a ticket homeward bound (homeward bound)
Buy me a ticket homeward bound (oh homeward bound
Buy me a ticket homeward bound (homeward bound)
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Where I find a treasure-trove?
A Dollar coin stuck in my sticky wallet
And I salute the face that engraved on the coin,
The sixth President of the United States of America
Mr.John.Quincy.Adams who resembles my benevolent maternal grandpa.
I would like to Scratch a lottery to build up my treasury
But I am scared that I'll loose the coin which guards my magical wallet(notes fly & coins remain) since a long time.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Tombola
I got a ticket drawn for immediate prizes
A passage to heaven; But at the toll gate
Some restrictions until a toll is paid
And I checked my wallet
Oh! It was pick pocketed
And it's unbelievable how these species come to Paradise?
To my silent friend Dave Tanguay
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I’m So Lost
I’m so lost
I’m barely alive
I wouldn’t be missed
If I were to die
I’m so lost
only my bills would miss me
My girlfriend wouldn’t know
until she tried to kiss me
I’m so lost
all my lost things I’ve found
Not sure if it was them
or me on the ground
I’m so lost
I don’t remember my name
What I do
or from where I came
I’m so lost
Who even cares
No one understands
Just a lot of blank stares
I'm so lost
and all alone
I can't reach you
even on the phone
I’m so lost
Just wondering around
If I were any more lost
I would probably get found
poem by Rusty Gibson
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Underdog
One more trip down
To the lost and found
To find your heart that the
Qarterback punk dropped on the ground
One more trip down
To the lost and found
To find your heart
Left out
The one they picked last for the big ball game
Beat up after class
No doubt
You'll show them one day
You are not the same
You won't be the last one anymore
One long walk down
Through the hallways now
You're finding out
That you don't fit in this time around
One long walk down
Through the hallways now
You feel left out...
song performed by by Yellowcard
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Buy Me A Condo
Gonna buy me a condo
Gonna buy me a cuisinart
Get a wall-to-wall carpeting
Get a wallet full o credit cards
I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn
I gonna get me da t-shirt wit de alligator on
Wo, used to live in jamaica but I dont live dere no more
Had to change me lifestyle
Do tings I never done before
So now Im just a lonely rastaman
Living in dis american town
Gonna sell me bob marley records
Gonna get me some jackson browne
I gonna buy me a condo
Gonna buy me a cuisinart
Get a wall-to-wall carpeting
And get a wallet full o credit cards, eh
I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn
I gonna get me da t-shirt wit de alligator on
Wo, gonna cut off me dreadlocks
Trow away all me ganja
Ill have a tupperware party
Maybe join me a health spa
Ill get a bowl of plastic fruits
And a microwave oven, too
Then Ill have the neighbors over for a weenie barbeque
Gonna buy me a condo
Gonna buy me a cuisinart
Get a wall-to-wall carpeting
Get a wallet full o credit cards, oh
I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn
I get a funny little t-shirt wit de alligator on
Aint gonna work in de field no more
Gonna be amway distributor
Aint gonna work in de field no more (no, no)
Gonna be amway distributor
(ja) ja, ja, ja, life is so very hard
I need a (ja) ja, ja, ja jacuzi in me back yard
Oh, I gonna buy me a condo
Gonna buy me a cuisinart
Get a wall-to-wall carpeting
Get a wallet full o credit cards, eh
I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn
I gonna get me da t-shirt wit de alligator on
Whatd you say?
I gonna buy me a condo
I gonna buy me a cuisinart
Get a wall-to-wall carpeting
Get a wallet full o credit cards, oh
I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn
I gonna get me da t-shirt wit de alligator on
Whatd you say?
I gonna buy me a condo
Gonna buy me a cuisinart
Get a wall-to-wall carpeting
And get a wallet full o credit cards, oh
I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn
I gonna get me da t-shirt wit de alligator on
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Lost & Found
I always used to be afraid
That I was going to lose my way
I never used to walk in line but stray
I never thought I'd see it through
That I could deal with losing you
But suddenly I see the light of day
Leading me in
From out of the night
Staying on course - I'm still alive
I had to confess I never thought I would ever survive
I was lost and found
I had run aground
I was lost but now I'm found
Focused on my altered state
I would just disorientate
Suffering alone amongst the crowd
Drifting on a sea of doubt
And no one ever heard me shout
That I was lost and couldn't find my way
No one at hand
Having no plan
Stumbled through a barren land
After so long
Of going wrong
I found the road
I was lost and found
I had run aground
I was lost but now I'm found
I was lost and found
I had hit the ground
I was lost but now I found
That I don't need no one
To survive
You've got to believe alone
You'll rise
Starting to run
Shedding the load
Now I can see I'm close to home
After so long
Of going wrong
I found the road
I was lost and found
I had run aground
I was lost but now I'm found
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Land Of La La
You were brought up in a small town
Where everyone greeted with a morning smile
I mean the place was so free from crime
You could leave your front door open
And if your eyes were drawn from a lack of food
Or your pockets were short on cash
There was always someone close at hand
That you could always run to
You could have been a doctor
And you could have been a nurse
But these things werent good enough for you
So you decided to pack up all you own
And get a one-way ticket there
To a place where all the successful people went
In order for them to do
Im a big boy now, shes a strong girl
Remember only the strong can survive
Living in the land of la la
Im a big boy now, shes a strong girl
Remember only the strong can survive
Living in the land of la la
L.a., l.a., la la, la la, l.a., hey hey, land of la la
L.a., l.a., la la, la la, l.a., hey hey, the land of la la
You get off the bus, pick up a paper
And look through the classified
So that you might find a place
Suitable for you to move into
Then you turn around to pick up the duffle bag
That you brought along
But much to your surprise you find
Your bag has taken off walking
You dig in your wallet
To get your last dime
But then recall you just spent your last dime on the newspaper
Youre much too prideful
But pride has no defense
When all youve got in your possession
Is the wallet in your hands
Im a big boy now, shes a strong girl
Remember only the strong can survive
Living in the land of la la
Im a big boy now, shes a strong girl
Remember only the strong can survive
Living in the land of la la
(repeat)
L.a., l.a., la la, la la, l.a., hey hey, living in the land of la la
(repeat)
You might get everything you want
But not want everything you get
Being in la la land is like nowhere else
Living in the land, one hell of a land, a land full of lost angels
Movie stars and great big cars and perrier and fun all day
And thats enough to make anybody go wild
In the land of la la
Hes a big boy now, shes a strong girl
But only the strong can survive
Living in the land of la la
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Somebody Get My Mom
Woke up today in a van
Traded my pillow for a Miller Lite can
And in two more days I lose the guitar that I hawked
Slurped down a beer then one more twelve ounces later
I was outside your door and the pebble i threw
Was probably more like a rock
Then I fell, skinned my knee, broke my glasses, got stung by a bee
I lost my wallet and my car keys too
And to make matters worse, I'm coming down with the flu
Somebody get my mom cause i think something's broken again
And I don't want to be just friends, I said thanks for the ride
I'll just limp back inside cause I don't want you to see me cry
I just want my mom, somebody get my mom
I just want my mom, get my mom
Authorities came, I guess I was gone, next thing you know
I'm passed out on the lawn and boy did I wake up fast
With a rotweiler's tongue in my mouth
Wrote you a note but it got soaked when i went deep sea fishing
And I fell out of the boat and got caught on the trout line
And wasn't found for three days
Then I fell, skinned my knee, broke my glasses, got stung by a bee
I lost my wallet and my car keys too
And to make matters worse, I'm coming down with the flu
Somebody get my mom cause i think something's broken again
And I don't want to be just friends, I said thanks for the ride
I'll just limp back inside cause I don't want you to see me cry
I just want my mom, somebody get my mom
I just want my mom, get my mom
Mommy, she makes me cobbler cause i hate pie
She coached baseball when we needed her
We lost every game but to her came in first
And I'm so glad that she met my dad
I wouldn't be here if she never had (let's go)
I guess this is it the end of the song
Just my luck, nobody sang along
I guess I'll put dow this guitar and take the mongoose back home
Somebody get my mom cause I think something's broken again
And I don't want to be just friends, I said thanks for the ride
I'll just limp back inside cause I don't want you to see me cry
I just want my mom, (I just want my mom)
Somebody get my mom (somebody get my mom)
I just want my mom (I just want my mom) get my mom, m-o-m-m-y
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song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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Class Dismissed
Can anyone identify
What this is I have in my right hand?
'It is a pen, Mister Wisdom.'
Very good.
And with that pen,
On a piece of paper.
I want each of you to write this:
'If I ever allowed Mister Wisdom,
To teach and I would listen.
Perhaps he will not consider me,
A complete idiot! '
Very good.
Now take this to your parents...
And return this to me tomorrow!
Signed,
With a photo of your parents attached!
Class dismissed!
'Mister Wisdom...
The bell hasn't rung yet! '
Oh...
You are going to hear much more than bells,
In this classroom!
I just want you all to pay attention to the silence!
That's the way I like it!
And that's the way it is going to be.
Unless a fool wants to object to my wishes?
Hmmm...
Like I said...
Class dismissed!
And don't forget those photos,
Of your breeders!
Forgive me children.
I meant to say...
Unless an 'ignoramous'
Wants to object to my wishes!
All and 'any' class who forgets
That I am the one who dismisses...
Will receive many lessons in this room!
Tell your parents...
Wallet size.
No 8 by 10's!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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