Middle age is now upon me
My hair is grey and it is hard to see
How my mind wanders so
And I have this nagging feeling that I have to go
But first I really have to pee
quote by by Jim Milks (29 December 2009)
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Ten Grey hairs and a silver one
I discovered my first grey hair
when I was Seventeen years old
It had to do with broken up my first relationship
I discovered my second grey hair
when I was Twenty years old
It had to do with the quarrels at home
I discovered my third grey hair
when I was Twenty-one years old
It had to do with searching for work
I discovered my fourth grey hair
when I was Twenty-three years old
It had to do with loosing my job
I discovered my fifth grey hair
when I was Twenty-five years old
It had to do with giving up my unborn child
I discovered my sixth grey hair
When I was Twenty-eight years old
It had to do with opening my pub
I discovered my seventh grey hair
When I was thirty years old
It had to do with giving birth to my daughter
I discovered my eight grey hair
When I was thirty –two years old
It had to do with the first day at the kinder garden school
I discovered my ninth grey hair
When I was thirty-four years old
It had to do with to find out that some thing was missing
I discovered my tenth grey hair
When I was thirty-five years old
It had to do with the fights between my sisters and mum
My one Silver hair I discovered lately
Has to do with you
Because I miss you so hard …
poem by Pascale Ost
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Wanders To You
Its been so long since I slept
The good book at bedtime no longer suffices
The bottle of whiskey just one of my vices
It might help me to sleep
There you are with your golden brown skin
The sparkling pacifico catching your chin
The salt on your marguerita will stick to your lips
Lips that Id die for a fleeting stolen kiss
My mind wanders to you and things that we might do
But youre just another illusion
My mind wanders to you
You couldnt live with someone in dreamland
Toothpaste from harrods when the corner shop will do
A friend giving a lift becomes a chauffeur for two
The grandest illusions to hang on to
There you are with your golden brown skin
The sparkling pacifico catching your chin
The salt on your marguerita will stick to your lips
Lips that Id die for a fleeting stolen kiss
My mind wanders to you and things that we might do
But youre just another illusion
My mind wanders to you
Wanders to you and the things that we might do
But youre just another illusion
My mind wanders to you
(come with me)
(wander with me)
There you are with your london grey skin
The light from the streetlamp corrupting your chin
The cream from a guinness lingers on your lips
Lips that would beg for a meaningful kiss
My mind wanders to you and all that we might do
But youre just another illusion
My mind wanders to you
Wanders to you and all that we might do
But youre just another illusion
My mind wanders to you
Wanders to you
Wanders to you
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Embracing Age
Strainds of grey hair they dye
Behind youth they try to hide
In a bed of denial they lie
they look at age with false pride
It's hard to think that nowadays grey hair is rare
Let me tell you something I wish to share
From old age I won't hide
I will embrace it and show of my grey hair with pride
poem by Rayana King
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Who Am I? 3
Who am I? Who am I?
I don’t know anymore.
Not so long ago I had friends by the score
who were knocking on my door,
but not anymore.
Just the nagging question.
Who am I?
Who am I? Who am I?
I don’t know anymore.
My parents are gone
and my sister does not want to know.
I am left in a limbo
and not sure which way to go
with only a nagging question.
Who am I?
Who am I? Who am I?
My identity is fraught with indecision.
My life is in a whirlpool of dissention.
I am lost in a wilderness
of which there is no escape.
I cannot tell who I am anymore.
All I have is a nagging question in my mind.
Who am I?
18 May 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Grey World
Grey nights in the wind,
And the grey-faced dead.
Grey hairs in my head,
And grey eyes in my mind.
Grey mists in the morn,
And grey waves that rave,
Grey mould on my grave,
And grey eyes forlorn.
Grey clouds in the sky,
And the grey world asleep,
Grey ghosts that sigh,
And grey eyes that weep.
poem by Leon Gellert
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The Nagging Wife Won The Prize
There was a news from New Zealand,
about a nagging wife and a hesitant husband.
The wife was nagging her husband to buy a lottery ticket,
who was reluctant and hesitant,
postponing until 2 minutes before the sale closed.
The ticket won the prize.....the highest and the most.
It was about 4.2 millions NZ dollars.
They could'nt be happier.
The husband thanks his nagging wife,
for the rest of his life,
because the nagging has its bright side,
making them millionaire overnight.
Wrinkles and Grey Hair (Children)
Mommy's getting wrinkles.
Daddy has grey hair.
It wasn't very long ago
when those things weren't there.
Wish I could smooth the wrinkles out
and darken Daddy's hair
to stop the changes going on.
It makes me feel so scared.
Grampa, does it mean they'll die?
They have wrinkles and grey hair!
I never used to worry
before those things were there.
Grampa said to look at him.
There were lots of wrinkles there,
and on his head, a snowstorm
was the color of his hair.
'Wrinkles only come to point
where smiles were, here and there.
It's your mommy's turn to get some
for the happy times you've shared.'
His white, and Daddy's grey hair
well, it was there to show
who had lived the longest time
so everyone could know!
Grampa said it's part of life.
We love, we learn, we live.
We earn grey hair and wrinkles,
they're prizes only God can give.
Sister Golden Hair
Well I tried to make it sunday, but I got so damn depressed
That I set my sights on monday and I got myself undressed
I aint ready for the altar but I do agree theres times
When a woman sure can be a friend of mine
Well, I keep on thinkin bout you, sister golden hair surprise
And I just cant live without you; cant you see it in my eyes?
I been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to find
But it doesnt mean you aint been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle, will you meet me in the air?
Will you love me just a little, just enough to show you care?
Well I tried to fake it, I dont mind sayin, I just cant make it
Well, I keep on thinkin bout you, sister golden hair surprise
And I just cant live without you; cant you see it in my eyes?
Now I been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to find
But it doesnt mean you aint been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle, will you meet me in the air?
Will you love me just a little, just enough to show you care?
Well I tried to fake it, I dont mind sayin, I just cant make it
Doo wop doo wop ...
song performed by by America
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No Sense
Feelin fine
The fire wont burn out
Taste the sign
The trees wont come out
Seeing traffic driving by
Maybe you wont see me again
cause Im needed
Needed more and more every day
Someone takes my mind away
Tells me that its time to go
You wanna help me
As Im fallin down
I dont need you
Lies they wont surface
Your mind it wanders on over
Again
Someone take on my mind
Im losin you in time
Maybe that man hes standing by me
My head wont take this all alone
Someone they wanna tell you
Maybe you would suffer
Tell me once again Im under cover
Someone wanna feel like
Someone wants to feel like
I dont need you
Your lies they wont surface
Your mind it wanders
Oh over again
Shoudl I dose my eyes again
Once again
Maybe someone will come and rescue me
Should I beg your forgiveness
Yes Ive fallen on my own
Someone take a picture
Put your camera away
Someone take today as traffic passes by
Never see
You never see it all
I dont need you
Your lies they wont surface
Your mind it wanders oh over, again
I dont need you
Your lies they wont surface
My mind it wanders oh over again
No sense
song performed by by Candlebox
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Stuck In The Middle
Well, I don't know why I came here tonight
I got the feeling something ain't right
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair
And I'm wondering if I'll get down the stairs
Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you
Stuck in the middle with you
Well, I'm stuck in the middle with you
And I'm wondering what is I should do
It's so hard to wipe this smile from my face
Lose control and I'm all over the place
Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you
Chorus:
Well, you started out with nothing
And you're proud you're a self-made man
And your friends they all come crawling
Slap you on the back and say, "Please, please"
(Repeat Chorus)
Well, I don't know why I came here tonight
I got the feeling something ain't right
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair
And I'm wondering if I'll get down the stairs
Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you
Yes, I'm stuck in the middle with you
Here I am, here I am
Stuck in the middle with you
song performed by by Keith Urban
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Going Grey
I woke up late this morning
And looked into the mirror
But the woman looking back at me
Had a grey streak in her hair
Where did this grey streak come from?
It wasn’t there last night
How did it get into my hair?
My god I looked a sight
I washed and I washed my hair 3 times
And washed my hair some more
But the grey it would not come out
And I was getting stressed for sure
I grabbed the phone to ring my friend
And said get your arse round here
I have a big problem that you need to fix
And bring all your hairdressing gear
Half an hour seemed like a life time
Before my friend was here
She said what’s all the fuss about
I sobbed and wept oh dear
I removed the towel from round my head
Well I didn’t want anyone to see
Look I’ve got greyness in my hair
And I’m only thirty three
She sat me down to have a look
And said don’t worry dear
We can soon cover all that up
With hair dye, so don’t fear
She put this dye upon my head
And then made me a brew
He had to wait for ages
Until the colour did come threw
So now I feel much better
And don’t need to get irate
I don’t have any grey streaks now
And my hair looks really great
poem by Lynn Cowman
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My vanity
When you see the grey in my hair
will you remember the black that was there?
Or will you forget and just see grey
that forms at the roots on everyday?
I used to wear it long and flowing
and preen about how it was growing.
I used a hair brush and counted the strokes,
but that's a waste of time for older folks.
Vanity's been replaced by common sense
although I say in my defense
that if I could I'd still like to see
that shiny lustre of ebony.
Beauty is burdensome anyway
and eventually I'll accept being grey.
But not just yet, maybe next year.
Alas by then more grey will appear.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sitting In The Middle Of It
My heart feels like it's split open wide and bleeding.
As I'm sitting in the middle of it.
Nothing I had lived prepared me for what I had to see.
As I'm,
Sitting in the middle of it.
I do feel guilty.
I am no saint.
I am not trying to hide away,
What it is that I'm feeling.
I do feel guilty.
I am no saint.
I am not trying to hide away,
What it is that I'm feeling.
Sitting in the middle of it...
I am no saint.
I'm not trying to hide away,
What it is that I'm feeling.
Sitting in the middle of it...
I do feel guilty.
But I'll never hide away from you...
My feelings.
Sitting in the middle of it...
I do feel guilty.
But I'll never hide away from you...
My feelings.
Sitting in the middle of it...
I am no saint.
And I'll never hide from you...
My feelings.
And I'll,
Never hide from you...
My feelings.
And I'll,
Never hide from you...
My feelings.
Sitting in the middle of it.
Sitting in the middle of it,
And I'm...
Sitting in the middle of it.
Sitting in the middle of it,
And I'm...
Sitting in the middle of it.
Sitting in the middle of it,
And I'm...
Sitting in the middle of it.
And I'm...
Sitting in the middle of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man In The Middle
Did you see that man in the limousine
With a pretty blond, he is fifty and the girls only seventeen
But she doesnt care, and she never will
If hes ninety-five she dont give a damn
Just as long as he pays the bill
Did you see that man with a fat cigar
He just left his lunch with a belly full of lobster and caviar
He can choose the wine from a vintage year
He can drink champagne in his limousine
While the rest of us drink a beer
cause hes the man in the middle, never second fiddle
Just like a spider in a cobweb
Hard as a hammer, not the kind of boss you double-cross
cause hes the man in the middle, knows the way to diddle
Hes never bothered by his conscience
Deals with the devil, cause he wants to be
Man in the middle, the middle, the middle
In the middle (in the middle, in the middle...)
But you see that man made a big mistake
Even though hes got all his servants and a mansion beside a lake
And the money too, all that he can spend
He can buy the most, nearly anything
But he cant buy an honest friend
cause hes the man in the middle, never second fiddle
Just like a spider in a cobweb
Hard as a hammer, not the kind of boss you double-cross
cause hes the man in the middle, knows the way to diddle
Hes never bothered by his conscience
Deals with the devil, cause he wants to be
Man in the middle, the middle, the middle
In the middle (in the middle, in the middle...)
song performed by by ABBA
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Do, Get Away!
Do, get away!
From those player haters.
Stop that nagging that attracts,
The backbiting of braggers...
Without delay.
And oh oh...
Do, get away!
From the pinch that inches tensions.
Don't give them more attention,
To incense sentiments.
Eliminate that taste.
And oh oh,
Yes...
Do, get away!
From those player haters.
Stop that nagging that attracts,
The backbiting of braggers...
Without delay.
Don't be used as sucker bait.
Or be a loser estimated.
Get yourself away right now today!
Keep your flow going.
Demote those 'whoa-s' that float.
Without delay.
And stop that nagging that attracts,
The backbiting of braggers!
And get yourself away,
Right now...
Today!
Don't let them pay a cent,
As if they pay you rent!
And, get away!
Oooooh do, get away!
From those player haters.
Stop that nagging that attracts,
The backbiting of braggers...
Without delay.
Oooooh,
Stop that nagging that attracts,
The backbiting of braggers...
And get away.
Oooooh,
Stop that nagging that attracts,
The backbiting of braggers...
And get away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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April
April is a cruel time
Even though the sun may shine
And world looks in the shade as it slowly comes away
Still falls the april rain
And the valleys filled with pain
And you cant tell me quite why
As I look up to the grey sky
Where it should be blue
Grey sky where I should see you
Ask why, why it should be so
Ill cry, say that I dont know
Maybe once in a while Ill forget and Ill smile
But then the feeling comes again of an april without end
Of an april lonely as they come
In the dark of my mind I can see all too fine
But there is nothing to be done when I just cant feel the sun
And the springtimes the season of the night
Grey sky where it should be blue
Grey sky where I should see you
Ask why, why it should be so
Ill cry, say that I dont know
I dont know
song performed by by Deep Purple
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We Were 16
Red lips kissing,
Pink lips being kissed,
Nipples Hard,
Up and down,
Blonde hair,
Black hair,
Parted in the middle,
In a Volkswagon bus,
In the hippie year of 69.
2001
poem by Richard Stilwell
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The one kiss
The one kiss
I ought to have dismissed
Is haunting me like an unsettled ghost
I felt a lingering sweetness in its taste
Enriched with sensuality and ripeness
I just refused to let it go to waste
The temptation to sample
The kiss of the forbidden apple
was there, out in open air
A kiss is not just a kiss
With my heart the kiss unlocked a door
I never knew was there before
Now I long for more and more
Wishing for everything to be like before
Presently my mind wanders without rest
Time has passed,
My mind still wanders without rest
To forget, I try to do my best
My eyes which were once closed
Are now wide open
Searching, seeking, trying so hard to spot
The one kiss
I ought to have dismissed
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Said Before To Say It Again
On my mind are these times.
And I do find these times on my mind,
Hard to define.
With a keeping of those,
Feeling these times have them boxed in.
And on my mind,
There is a reason to seek rhythm and rhyme.
With my visions set,
On what it would take...
To increase my happiness.
I've said this before to say it again.
I'm not looking for stoppers,
To block as obstacles to hop over.
Or the welcoming arms of acceptance.
With a hope that they will open,
The gates to a fence to feel I've been approved.
On my mind are these times.
And I do find these times on my mind,
Hard to define.
With a keeping of those,
Feeling these times have them boxed in.
Acceptance or not,
I'm not looking to get out of a box.
Too many have found themselves there,
To argue over space,
With little of it that to share.
I've said this before to say it again.
Those feeling trapped,
Like it exactly like that.
Fresh is the air,
One dares to breathe alone.
Revitalized is an atmosphere,
When the clearing of a sky,
Becomes recognized to the one who looks...
To discover the vastness of it to become known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Home
So many people
Do not have a home
Sure they have a house
But not each house is home
They say home
Is where the heart is
Not cushions and a rug
But smiles and a kiss
They look hard for love
The house walls them in
They embrace the streets
Trying to ignore the din
Where can my soul rest
From the nagging pain
Where can I go to escape
From feeling the loss again?
poem by Samuel Nze
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