Once Upon a Time On Pacific Coast and Sante Fe
There is this street located in Long Beach
Lot of ma and pa stores one would say
There is El Sol bakery in front of the Police Station
Liquor store with the goods we get around
The local Admiral Kidd park is the chillest spot
Chi-mole and all sorts of fun
Soccer to play pens and such
Neighborhood I hear has had it rough
Yet everyone is getting along well
For a outsider like myself
I realized how much I miss it at times
Cabrillo High School surrounds most of these
Do not forget the local Long Beach Job Corps
All in all the place that started the crop
Lot of good people around just not enough love
Many places just like these could receive
A little more help on the way I believe
Of course I am just a twenty year old experience
My favorite one is the Brisket American Grill
P-Lay game place right on the side
There are Hispanic restaurants there
Everywhere just waiting to be shared
I just hope they stay well like ours
O man such places like these
Made me feel like i am at home
So please visit such places more
We could help by just visiting every now and then
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I Wish I Had My Home
Home
Brandon
Home
What is a home?
Where is home?
When can I go home?
Home is a place where you can feel safe
Home is a place where you can break down in the free
Home is the place where you feel joy happiness and whole
Home is a place where you lay your heart in
I have laid my heart in three different places
(What) My first home is a place everywhere
All I need is a basket and a ball
All I did was give a ball love and I got something better in return
A ball gave me hope, understanding and appreciation for true love
I have never put more hours into one thing than it
It was always my top priority and I was it’s top priority
Better than any girlfriend and any friend
Home
Brandon
Home
What is a home?
Where is home?
When can I go home?
Home is a place where you can feel safe
Home is a place where you can break down in the free
Home is the place where you feel joy happiness and whole
Home is a place where you lay your heart in
I have laid my heart in three different places
(What) My first home is a place everywhere
All I need is a basket and a ball
All I did was give a ball love and I got something better in return
A ball gave me hope, understanding and appreciation for true love
I have never put more hours into one thing than it
It was always my top priority and I was it’s top priority
Better than any girlfriend and any friend
It only treated me great when I treated it great
I could never leave my hear with it because it put it’s heart in mine
I wish I had my home
(Where) My home is a place where dreams are rested and free and comfort
I feel safe, I feel that I can get some sleep and I feel that Im at home
When my body needs a rest it has hammocks for me
When I need a place to think and collaborate it always had a quite spot with a beautiful view for me
When I need a place to escape to, it welcomes me with open arms and I can stay as long as I like
I have made my imprint in the Cayman Islands and It has left its imprint in me and have left one part of my life in it and
I wish I could go back home.
(When) I miss her so much and I would do anything to see her again
I miss her humbleness, her laugh and her comfort when I need to break down
I miss her when I need her there or when there is a good moment
I miss my home because my home is in her
She is my home but it is a place where I cannot stay
Instead of me leaving my home, my home left me and I forgot something inside
I know she can take care of my home but I hope she takes care of my heart
If it has too I know it will bleed for her and it would become hers
All I want is to know when I can go and see my home where my heart lays
poem by Buddha Love
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My Home
How do I find my way back?
I've strayed too far from home.
I've gone so many places
for so many days.
I've even been to Rome.
I have seen so many sights now.
It seems to me that somehow
that every place I've ever seen
were places in-between
from the place that is my home.
My search for brand new places
and all those other places
never filled the gap
as I crossed the map,
so far from my sweet home.
For I missed the landscape,
the place that I grew up in.
The old familiar faces
were not in the places I've been.
And now I must retrace my steps.
I've searched this world all over.
Too long I've been a rover.
I'll take a trip on back
for I'm on the wrong track.
I wonder what I'll find at my home?
Nothing seems the same now.
Familiarity has changed somehow,
except for the peace I feel around me.
'Cause in my memory I still can see
the place that is my home.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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All the Placid Places
All the placid places of which we are fond,
From a beach house by the shore or Walden's pond.
From a mountain retreat or near a waterfall we find,
these placid places can even be found in our mind.
From the rockies of Canada to an Island beach;
All these placid places are still in reach.
When life gets chaotic with all the dreams we chase,
Take an occasional journey to visit a placid place.
poem by Saint Eule
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August Memories
Bicycle rides down city streets
Lazy days, with blazing heat
Swimming trips to the local beach
Vacation Bible School with games and stories
Off to camps, enjoying God’s glory
Popsicles, picnics, paper planes, and more
Suntans, sunburns, sunblock galore
Munching on melons ‘til our mouths are sore
Relatives visiting from other places
Off to Disneyland…no parking spaces!
Exploring the neighborhood on your skates
Reading books, and staying up late
The sun settling down, after half past eight
Summer’s good times’ must end we know
So off to autumn…watch the cool winds blow!
poem by Randy Wayamori
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The Dreams of Un-forbidden
I used to dream
Dream of places with endless skies
Dream of places with high mountains
Dream of places with low clouds
Dream of the place I am living in
But nobody dares dream here
Here is the place
Where the men have no hope
Where woman walk without a soul
Where children’s laughter
No longer bounces off the walls
This is my home
And I have no shame
Even when I roam
To the places so hidden
I wish it to be the un-forbidden
poem by Jackie Emley
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He Feels The Time Is Ripe
Where many do live for local renown
The ageing fringe dweller in the old country town
Has never played football with the local club
And always drinks on his own when he is in the pub.
Since he does not talk about the local club's latest loss or win
He remains an outsider and does not fit in
Though he has lived here for ten years as an outsider he remain
The status of a local he has yet to attain.
He feels a decade of his life enough to have spent here
He will move to the bigger town early next year
This not a town for one such as he an artist and a talented man
More suited to a footballer or a football fan.
In the old country town he does not have a friend
And his stay in the place is coming to an end
In his early to mid fifties his best days long gone
And he feels the time is ripe for him to move on.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Tokomoro Bay- Mikhaela Collins
Toko,
Yes stands for Tokomoro Bay,
Not a place i'd want to stay,
Only to visit,
Certainly it is a beautiful place,
Shouldn't i think not,
Its a place where you can ride horses on the beach,
A beach,
Yes i mentioned a beach,
Yer a nice beach for some,
What im trying to say is its not a place i'd want to stay,
Couldn't even last a day,
Thats from my point of view after all,
Although there is nice people down there,
Sometimes anyway...
Not to be mean to or to offend the people,
Its just not the place i'd want to be..
By: Mikhaela Collins
Written Date: 13/1/2009
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On This Beach...
Life is a beach.
There are jellyfish. And sea urchins…the painful bumps along the road that we all encounter in life. On this beach.
In life..and on a beach there is warm water-like times, when we are happy, and have good times and enjoy living. On this beach.
We also have times, like a beach, when we have cold water times; when we are sad, or upset about losing someone or something. On this beach.
There are rough times, the same way the sea has rough water that pounds angrily against the shore. On this beach.
Life, like the sea, has high and low times, or tides. There is low tide when you think u can no longer go on, that life has done too much damage to you. Then the tide comes back in…and you are reminded that life goes on. Life gets better. You cannot give up on life, like you can’t give up on a beach because of a rough day or low tides. On this beach.
Life has sharks. Maybe not the same sharks from a beach, but they are there. They are the people that thrive on your pain and tears and hardship, the same way a shark sustains itself through brutal killing of unaware seals who don’t know what is coming or how bad it is. The sharks are there. Waiting. For someone…for you…like an unsuspecting seal, to come along and unknowingly become trapped in their lies and hurt. On this beach.
Life…has good times. Wonderful times where the only thoughts you have are about how much life is worth living and how much you love life. It is like the clear, cool blue water on a beautiful day at the beach. On this beach.
Life has those amazing people….akin to the beachgoers on a sandy shore…just along for the ride…to enjoy the good…and pack up and leave when it rains or something goes wrong. But there are the surfers..the daredevils…going back into the fear and love of the sea….of life. They risk the sharks, and jellyfish, and rough water and low and high tides, not because they are invincible, but because they know about the good that is to be had in this world. On this beach.
Life is so comparable to a beach…most importantly in that it has sand like a beach. Billions upon billions of unique grains of sand, like the 7 billion different people in this world, on this beach.
poem by Dark Fallout
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Spivy Leeks
Spivy leeks was a drip of a man
I met him washing dishes in a local cafe
And he told me if...were fishes
Hed steal all their scales and he ... away
Spivy leeks was an introvert
Like a broken radio
Hed make your day real long
An end result, ... time he looked up womens skirt
Just trying to figure out what was right from what was wrong
He was looking for jesus in all the wrong places
There in my hole, save his soul
Spivy leeks, its time to go home
Spivy leeks was an odd looking man
He looks just like a pool table
Shoved into jeans
And he thought that he possessed a secret power
And no matter what he did, he would be redeemed
Spivy leeks lived at the local 7-11
He looked at dirty magazines most everyday
He studied those pictures like he studied the bible
He thought that they were angels and that hed been saved
He was looking for jesus in all the wrong places
There in my hole, save his soul
Spivy leeks, its time to go home
Spivy leeks robbed a liquor store
Instead of a gun, he used a candy bar
He told the cashiers that he was their saviour
But his holyness,
His holyness and his baby ruth didnt get him very far
Spivy leeks died a glorious death
Down on main street
It was quite a public site
And as mr. sheriff man was about to
Blow him to pieces
He said halejuhah, Im coming home tonight.
song performed by by Jewel
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Spivey Leaks
Spivy Leeks was a drip of a man
I met him washing dishes in a local cafe
And he told me if...were fishes
He'd steal all their scales and he ... away
Spivy Leeks was an introvert
Like a broken radio
He'd make your day real long
An end result, ... time he looked up women's skirt
Just trying to figure out what was right from what was wrong
He was looking for Jesus in all the wrong places
There in my hole, save his soul
Spivy Leeks, It's time to go home
Spivy Leeks was an odd looking man
He looks just like a pool table
Shoved into jeans
And he thought that he possessed a secret power
And no matter what he did, he would be redeemed
Spivy Leeks lived at the local 7-11
He looked at dirty magazines most everyday
He studied those pictures like he studied the Bible
He thought that they were angels and that he'd been saved
He was looking for Jesus in all the wrong places
There in my hole, save his soul
Spivy Leeks, It's time to go home
Spivy Leeks robbed a liquor store
Instead of a gun, he used a candy bar
He told the cashiers that he was their saviour
But his holiness,
His holiness and his Baby Ruth didn't get him very far
Spivy Leeks died a glorious death
Down on main street
It was quite a public site
And as Mr. Sheriff man was about to
Blow him to pieces
He said "Hallelujah, I'm coming home tonight
song performed by by Jewel
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Josh And Justin
I’m with you, Josh
Over here in Prospect Heights,
only a moron would clam
that Vanderbilt Avenue
without all the bars and restaurants
was better than Vanderbilt Avenue
now WITH all the bars and
restaurants.
Nighttime foot traffic is your friend.
And so are places to go.
Those guys in Gowanus
are choking their
neighborhood.
Now Josh, you’ve already got one
Jim Mamary restaurant in DP.
I moved from Ditmas Park to
Clinton Hill this past summer,
and have completely stopped
eating out.
The take out and eat in places
on Myrtle Ave. are all half as good
and twice as expensive as anything
on Cortelyou.
You could be living somewhere
much worse, and the
Q trains are all fancy now,
too.
bye. take care.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Soul Dance
I will dance with you
It will be the dance of my soul
I will be open and honest
Show you my inner being
I will trust you
Take you to places in my soul that have been broken and restored
Places that cause pain and healing
Places that have hated and loved
Places I have forgotten and remembered
Places I have not visited in a long time and places I go every day
I will dance with you the dance of my soul
And feel your soul dance with mine to those same places in yours
poem by Mandi Ducroq
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In All The Right Places
(j. barry/l. stansfield/i. devaney/a. morris)
If you take me straight to heaven
I could never fall
cos loving you is what Im made for
Id gladly give my all and all
It doesnt matter where I am
As long as Im with you
You can take me high above
Whatever Ive been dreaming of
Chorus:
In all the right places, its feeling so good
In all the right places. just like it should
And I swear, I love you
And I swear, I love you
If were dancing all alone
Or in a crowded room
When you wrap your arms around me
You can always send me to the moon
When we kiss our sugar kisses
And the music starts to play
Weve got love, weve got each other
And were going all the way
Chorus
Find times never wasted, when its ours to kill
I know in all the right places, youre touching me still
And I swear, I love you
And I swear, I love you
And I swear, I love you
And I swear, I love you
I love you
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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One of my favorite vacation places is Miami, because of the people, the water and the beach - of course - and the architecture on Miami Beach is so wonderful.
quote by Oksana Baiul
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Happy Dog
I’m a happy dog at the beach
If I had the power of speech
I would tell you all
To throw my ball
I’m a happy dog at the beach
I’m a happy dog at the beach
There are no new tricks you can teach
I’m bouncy and glad
And my tail wags like mad
I’m a happy dog at the beach
I’m a happy dog at the beach
My joy is always in reach
Whatever the talk
It’s the best place to walk
I’m a happy dog at the beach
I’m a happy dog at the beach
As I hear the seagulls screech
I chase and I bark
Long into the dark
I’m a happy dog at the beach
I’m a happy dog at the beach
And I don’t want to start to preach
But if you ask me
The best thing to see
Is a happy dog at the beach
poem by Flying Lemming
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You Gave Me The Answer
You gave me the answer
To love eternally.
I love you and - you,
You seem to like me.
Wherever we wander
The local folk agree,
I love you and - you,
You seem to like me.
Heading back to old familiar places,
Places where the cobwebs blow away
I can forget the airs and graces
Terpsichory . . . . . . .
Youll never be crowned by
The aristocracy,
To their delight, youd merely invite
Them in for a cup of tea . . . . and
I love you and - you
You seem to like
You seem to like
You seem to like
Me.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Finding feathers
I went through a stage of finding feathers
but I just thought they came from some Bird
then someone told me they come from Angels
at which I replied don't be so absurd.
I found them when I was just out walking
in the country or down the local street
they would appear from out of the Blue
and land in front of me or by my feet.
But bird's feathers are common in the outdoors
so I ignored them and didn't pick them up
but I then started to get them in strange places
like in my pocket, and once even in my favourite cup.
They seemed to appear most when I was feeling down
as if it was a sign that good times were ahead
so I would stop worrying and being miserable
and there would be a feather on my pillow on the bed.
So if you find a feather don't throw it away
or think it's from a Pigeon, or a Turtle Dove,
because you may have just received a visit
not from a Bird but someone from up above.
poem by Kevin Halls
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Journey Again
At times in our journey
We reach place with lot of greenery
Lovely place to stay for long
Good people to be with for life
But when seasons change
And wind changes its direction
We need to set out on our journey again
To a journey that never concludes
As I stand looking as far as I could see in the direction of road ahead
Series of events roll down my memory lane
And tears dropp from my eyes
And a question arises is it all worth the challenges ahead?
But in the end you need to win over your emotions
Win over your doubts
And continue the journey again
In the direction of Sun
As you pursue the journey again guarding against all odds
Putting all your learning in practice
Ensuring mistakes not repeated
Dreams are achieved
But you know that life has in store new lessons to teach you.
And new places to take you.
So loosen your belts; set your wings far & wide
And let the winds take you to places
poem by Vijay Sherigar
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When I Was Small
When we were both small,
We'd go on trips out with our Dad.
I look back now and remember
The happy times that we had.
We'd drive to Harewood Forest,
To try and spot some fallow deer,
Or stroll to a nearby village,
Where my first cuckoo I did hear.
We'd often go to the local park,
For a cricket or a football game.
We'd also play in the playground,
On the swings and climbing frame.
We often went for bicycle rides:
Dad in the lead and us two behind.
We went blackberrying at Cowdown Lane,
And picked all the berries we could find.
We'd go for strolls along Ladies' Walk,
Collecting conkers in their shiny coats,
Or go to the local leisure centre,
And go for a ride there on a boat.
As a family, we'd also go further afield,
To various resorts along the South coast.
We'd have fish and chips and play on the beach,
And these were the days that I loved the most.
I really loved going for family picnics,
To the park in Salisbury or to Beacon Hill.
With sandwiches, sausage rolls, pork pies,
And cup cakes, our tummies we would fill.
It's nice to cast your mind back,
To those childhood days gone past.
They will never be forgotten.
The memories will always last.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Places in the Heart
There are places in the heart,
that are still unmarred by
understanding -
those places that we have
kept hidden for so long
from all those prying eyes,
prowling in the darkness -
There are places in the heart,
filled with childhood memories
of laughter and joy,
hope and new beginnings,
those places that we revisit
secretly and tenderly,
those places that make us
feel alive again -
There are places in the heart
that know no boundaries,
no limitations, but unrestrained
happiness of a smiling child,
filled with wonder and love
for the world, feeling both
godlike and tiny, overtaken
by the invisible presence
that permeates the moon
and the countless stars -
There are places in the heart,
where life is filled with miracles
and questions lead to more
questions, prompted by infinite
curiosity and the desire to know
the essence of things,
there are places that only
you and I know,
those places that remind us
who we really are -
For we are the essence
of life's joy and discovery,
truth and beauty, love and
tenderness, that penetrates
the cracks of a fractured world,
we are those places in the heart
that know no end and no beginning,
but love and only love,
that sings through us like
warm summer rain.
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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