Page Three
In our current
Celebrity obsessed culture
Many people establish
A symbiotic relationship
With popular dailies.
A snapshot on page three
Is also the ambition of
Many a wannabe
The skimpier the outfit
The flashier the jewelry
The greater the impact
Is the general belief
Many a cute young thing
Sporting a little black number
Would be delighted to
Feature on page three
For if she does succeed
All her dreams would be
Fulfilled
As there is nothing more
Satisfying than arriving
At a Page Three do
Hanging on to the arm of
A guy featuring in “Who’s who”
poem by Sandra Martyres
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Jeannies Diary
How does our world spin
Without me and her nest
Could there really be
Such happiness
Oh, shes got a dark side too
Even murderous
But I love that
Just like here
I dont have a change at writing the book
I just wanna be a page
In jeannies diary
One single page
In jeannies diary
Yes I am intense
Maybe quite obsessed
Everything she does is curious
Oh, shes going to let me in
I just know its so
Then again, who do I kid
I dont have a prayer at writing the book
I just wanna be a page
In jeannies diary
One single page
In jeannies diary
She could have anything she wants
So why not me
She could have anything she dreams
Oh, to be one single page
One single page
One single page in jeannies dairy
song performed by by Eels
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The Next Page
You have dragons on your head and you think that you are wiser,
But the next page of life will let you know that you are a fool! !
For you only honour me with your lips,
And with your heart very far away from me!
In vain you do worship the doctrine of men! !
But the next page of your life has a question mark;
For you think you are wiser than all the people around you.
Your life is like the Babylon Talmud!
And like the acts of the priests around you;
But am attempt to destroy a culture is all that you want,
And like your dirty acts which are now recorded on the next page.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Book Of Days
Your life is as a book
Written on the pages are the weeks
For you would give anything to take just one look
Into the next chapter, the next page
Each page is a new thought, a new dream
Sometimes it takes so long to pass that page
And sometimes nothing is as it seams
For you know you can not go ahead or back
You know you are where you are
You know you can't change that
As you read page to page, so near to fear
You write the chapters as you go, with each turn
Each turn, each move changes what's to come
And you know each moment could be the last
With this in mind you go so mumb
So numb to the touch, to the thought
You turn page after page
until you reach the 'end'
And only then, you are freed from the title
The title that has kept your thoughts bound, and tight
You turn the pages one by one
You take the pain, take the joy
Until you are done
And your story becomes another on the shelf of eternity
(1/24/2008)
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Scribbles On A Page
Scribbles on a page…
scribbles on a page…
back of a yellow notebook
torn pages out
let me go home
God!
let me go home
Scribbles on a page…
scribbles on a page…
my little black writing pad
bent cover-spine
let me go home
God!
let me go home
(i think i need a break)
(i think i need to sleep)
poem by Michael Romero
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Ode to a Blank Page
Ode to a blank page
It’s blue seemingly thin lines flying across the page
Each producing a small space to place your thoughts on
Next lies the taunting red margin
Baring how sparsely you’ve done
You can strike the page with a single blow
Leaving a mark that did no good
Ode to a blank page
Why do you stare?
Taunting and shrieking in my ear
Emptiness fills the page
The blanks intimidate even the strong
How strong it is
To give a cut even to the toughest skin
Ode to a blank page
You know I’m jealous
How I despise all your characteristics
poem by Rachele ...duhh
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So Young
In the misery dictionary
Page after page after page
In the misery dictionary
Page after page
Where theres life theres gotta be hope
And where theres a will theres a way
One mans in is anothers out
I gotta get out today
Where theres life theres gotta be hope
And where theres a will theres a way
Amid divisions youre so low
You know I gotta get out today
In the misery dictionary
Page after page after page
In the misery dictionary
Page after page
And where theres a will theres a way
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Keep writing. Try to do a little bit every day, even if the result looks like crap. Getting from page four to page five is more important than spending three weeks getting page four perfect.
quote by Alan Dean Foster
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So Young
In the misery dictionary
Page after page after page
In the misery dictionary
Page after page
Where there's life there's gotta be hope
And where there's a will there's a way
One man's in is another's out
I gotta get out today
Where there's life there's gotta be hope
And where there's a will there's a way
Amid divisions you're so low
You know I gotta get out today
In the misery dictionary
Page after page after page
In the misery dictionary
Page after page
And where there's a will there's a way
song performed by by The Stone Roses from Garage Flower
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Just Flipped The Page
Just counting days,
And constructing ways,
Staying out on look,
Reading our dairy book,
It's good I can memorize,
So, sure I'm t realize,
So and so much more.
I've flipped to the sophomore,
Now am yearling,
Since I started calling you darling.
Flip! Flip! Flipping the page,
To read an affair, a year of age,
We just begun yesteryear,
A period seeming so near.
Instead it creat my story
For this very first anniversary.
Just flipped the page,
One year old of age,
Is our relationship,
That 'll sire our kinship.
Just flipped the page.
poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester
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For Your Attention....
have a little time
to this page
it used to be a blank page
an emptiness, a void, a stare
it is calling for attention
its silence like roots call for more depths
it is not the normal page
that you open and leave
with your wet fingers
and dry tongue
listen with your eyes
let your ears see
this is this poem that perhaps
may not make you sleep....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blank Page
Blank page leave me be!
Blank page please stop taunting me,
reminding me of what I have failed to do.
Oh how I long to fill you,
to take up your very last line
with creative, riveting lyrics of mine.
Blank page stop harassing me!
I wish to show you my thoughts,
desires, emotions and all.
How difficult it is to answer your call.
Blank page how sweetly you whisper
tempting my pen to caress your paper.
I immaturely expect the verses to flow
then I realize that my thoughts are much too slow.
Blank page so often you defeat me
teasing and challenging until hours later
all that is left is the tiny dot
where my pen merely touched your paper.
poem by Shaqueena Celestin
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Page of my History
Some laughs some tears
This is it, its what we feared
We are going our separate ways
Things getting easier by the days
You’re now a page of my history
Many days of adventure and fun
But we both know we aren’t the one
The pain eases so very slow
But it’s for the best and we know it
You’re now a page of my history
The not knowing is the mystery
But us being together is history
We will get over the misery
Even though I miss yee
You’re now a page of my history
We gave it our best shot
But it was a game we lost
Our love is lost but never gone
We will find a place to keep it safe
You’re now a page of my history
poem by Stephanie Mcgrath
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No Poem In Here
this is a blank space reserved for an obituary of a dead poem
prose claims a space though in another glossy page.
plese turn to the next page
those non-poets like me please transfer to another room
this place is for dead poems for those who killed living poems this page this space is reserved for all of them.
we non-poets are moving out to another empty page
about to be added, if you can wait, mr. poet...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Is These All About?
at 9: 18 p.m.
the head gets the pain
another relief
swallowed
finally you go back
to where you
started
page one
when you said
you do not miss her
page two and three
empty
pages more pages
until you reach
that page where you cried
dried tears at the middle
of the blotted letters
you quickly run your fingers
close the notebook
you stand by the window
at par with the moon.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Intro
intro (featuring cedric the entertainer)
*car engine starts*
*phone rings*
Cedric:
Man, this fool ain't pickin' up.
Nelly on answering machine:
You know who it is. do what you do.
Cedric:
Ey, yo nelly. what's up dog, this ced the entertainer. get at me man. i been
Hollerin' at you. man i been tryin' to call you 'bout three days.
Done called your cell phone, your pager, your voice mail over your mama's
House. your uncle darell and i paged kyjuan like three times. ya'll
Get at me man. i just want to holla at you playa. you know i'm out here in cali
Just doin' it up, hangin' out here. you know. chillin'. trying to
Do a little tv. you know how i do it. rollin' round here in a big body benz wit
Two dollars worth of gas. ha. who said it won't no future in your
Front? getting ready to put it down like that with that country grammer right.
I heard about it, using them words like st. louis. herre. therre.
Put them two capitol r's and evr' thang. ha. i feel you on that right. i feel
You so just get at me so i can do a lil somethin' for you, flip a few
Thangs. just call me back. whatever. you can't get me, call over my mama's
House, they know how to page me. they a page me to yo number
Then i call you back or you could just page my cousin keith and he'll call my
Cousin lil darrell who got my real pager number and then i'll you back
On his cell phone. he he. whatever you do playa, do it st. louis style. put it
Down for the stl ight. now get at me.
song performed by by Nelly
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Turn That Page
Turn that page...
From this rampage.
That's stirring up,
And churning with a burning...
Many hearts.
Turn that page...
From this rampage.
That's caving in,
All lifestyles and beliefs...
Crumbling apart!
Too many people,
Are throwing pity parties.
With garbage that's collected,
In push carts!
A deep recession...
Has messed with minds,
And left folks stunned...
And shocked!
With sky high profits,
Crooks now pocket!
Turn that page...
From this rampage.
That's stirring up,
And churning with a burning...
Many hearts.
Turn that page...
From this rampage.
That's caving in,
All lifestyles and beliefs...
Crumbling apart!
Turn that page...
Yeah!
Turn that page!
Yeah!
Turn that page...
From this rampage.
That's stirring up,
And churning with a burning...
Many hearts.
I said...
Too many people,
Are throwing pity parties.
With garbage that's collected,
In push carts!
I said...
A deep recession...
Has messed with minds,
And left folks stunned...
And shocked!
With sky high profits,
Crooks now pocket!
We've got to...
Turn that page!
Got to-got to.
Turn that page!
We've got to...
Turn that page.
Got to-got to.
Turn that page.
We've got to...
Turn that page!
Got to-got to.
Turn that page!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I write, the first blank page, or any blank page, means nothing to me. What means something is a page that has been filled with words.
quote by Guillermo Cabrera Infante
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Spicy With A Little Bit Of Raunch
I am not a rumor.
Nor am I a page from a script,
To overdo as rehearsed.
I am who I am with no excuses,
To create on the spot or make up...
With a hiding of my flaws.
I have been through too much in my life,
To solicit from anyone an attention to me given.
I am motivated and obsessed by initiative I can't rid.
I am not a rumor.
Although some told on me I have heard are very good.
Spicy with a little bit of raunch.
Nor am I a page from a script.
I live to adventure and not to be limited.
And rehearsed?
I offend too many who are pretentious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Brother Once Had A Job
MY BROTHER ONCE HAD A JOB
My brother once had a job
Standing day after day
Before enormous scanning devices
Recording the past for the future.
My brother once had a job
Placing large volumes face down
Page by page to be lit and copied
Digitizing brittle sheets into binary code
My brother once had a job
Operating
Optical character scanners
Capturing every word of every page
My brother once had a job
Where he worked alongside
A Mi’kmaq Indian who believed
They were stealing souls
And when they were finished
That would signify the end of time
My brother once had a job
Where the Mi’kmaq shared his
belief and both of them quit
Before the end of their shift
Before they’d qualified for
Medical and term life figuring
They’d already done so much damage
Why wait around for coverage
poem by Burgess Needle
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The Page And The Miller's Daughter
PAGE.
WHERE goest thou? Where?
Miller's daughter so fair!
Thy name, pray?--
MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
'Tis Lizzy.
PAGE.
Where goest thou? Where?
With the rake in thy hand?
MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
Father's meadows and land
To visit, I'm busy.
PAGE.
Dost go there alone?
MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
By this rake, sir, 'tis shown
That we're making the hay;
And the pears ripen fast
In the garden at last,
So I'll pick them to-day.
PAGE.
Is't a silent thicket I yonder view?
MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
Oh, yes! there are two;
There's one on each side.
PAGE.
I'll follow thee soon;
When the sun burns at noon
We'll go there, o'urselves from his rays to hide,
And then in some glade all-verdant and deep--
MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
Why, people would say--
PAGE.
Within mine arms thou gently wilt sleep.
MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
Your pardon, I pray!
Whoever is kiss'd by the miller-maid,
Upon the spot must needs be betray'd.
'Twould give me distress
To cover with white
Your pretty dark dress.
Equal with equal! then all is right!
That's the motto in which I delight.
I am in love with the miller-boy;
He wears nothing that I could destroy.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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