Why I Love U?
What binds me with you dear?
As if an involuntary chain
I asked myself many a times
As if to know it in interest
Is it the gentle smile u has?
Is it the smart body which shine?
Is it the witty buttering talks?
Or is it your pompous state of life?
The reply reverberated quickly
No, all that are not at all
Then I asked once again
What will be then to bind so kind?
I fetched my mind once again
To get answer of that smart quest
I saw it written in bold and gold
In my book with fringing frills
I saw that page with shining stars
Bookmarked with a peacock tail
Do you want to know it right?
It is just your ‘touching heart’
poem by Sandhya S.N
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Less than precious Stones
Less than precious Stones
I'm so glad you asked
a brilliant question for which
I have a dull answer.
Brilliance has to do
with shine and
dullness with personality.
Like in dimwitted.
A brilliant can be dulled
which makes it less brilliant.
Yet it doesn’t make it
dimwitted. Like some people
are smart but not intelligent
while others are intelligent
but not smart at all. Like how
I'm trying to answer here.
Let’s bet with your polish
you can hone my answer
better than I can lap it.
~~~
Alex Nodopaka Nov©2009
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poem by Alex Nodopaka
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Smart Woman
Smart woman (in a real short skirt)
By: jimmy buffett, marshall chapman
1988
This song is about being in my 40's in the 80's. it seems i'm learing more than i'm forgetting.
-- spoken:
"so i told her, ooh you got money of your own? well, that gives me the urge to merge."
Bimbo limbo is where i've been
I know you know that it's wearing me thin
The times are changing, and it's about time
I'm rearrangin' all the guilt in my mind
Chorus:
I'm looking for a smart woman in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me home
Take me home
I'm not your macho kind of guy
But i can be so when i'm feeling shy
Hey, baby, where'd you get your good looks
Ooh, babe, i want to carry your books
Chorus:
I'm looking for a smart woman in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me home
Take me home
Beauty and brains (beauty and brains)
Best of both worlds (best of both worlds)
Think i can change (think i can change)
If you'll be my, be my, be my girl
Chorus:
I'm looking for a smart woman in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me home
Take me home
Chorus:
I'm looking for a smart woman in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman better take me home
Take me home
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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How Many Times Have You Asked Yourself
Finally...
You reach home.
Believing you are sheltered.
And will get deserving rest!
Then suddenly the phone rings.
To leave you wondering,
If the caller is someone you should address.
And with unanswered questions,
You unleash from your mind...
What should be done next!
You want to know...
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
When you have issues you have not yet to address.
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
Relax?
You can't!
A tension is enhanced.
The phone keeps ringing to erase the chance.
And...
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
When you have issues you have not yet to address.
And that somebody wants to disturb your rest.
And with unanswered questions,
You unleash from your mind...
What should be done next!
You want to know...
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
When you have issues you have not yet to address.
And that somebody wants to disturb your rest.
How many times,
Have you asked yourself...
How many times,
You've asked yourself....
How many times have you done this and did nothing else?
To be there to please somebody else...
And not yourself!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wrong Answers May Not Be The Same!
The right answers are the same,
For the same questions asked,
Whether they write on their own or copy,
Teachers won't have doubts, but feel happy,
For their students are smart.
When the wrong answers are written,
Not by only one, but by many in the class,
Teachers know that the students resort to copy,
When the same wrong concept is written,
Many times in many places without knowing,
That the concept is wrong and need to be corrected,
The same wrong answer may not be written by many,
But by the one who does not know that it is wrong.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Hair and hustle
Dear can you help me for a while?
asked apologetically for a good smile,
’No’ replied a friend, keeping distance mile,
worries all around so can’t smile,
Hounded by worries, sick for while,
how can I offer even forced smile,
pain in her voice Keeping her mild,
mind seized with thought for her child,
She was extremely sorry,
could not afford luxury as money was worry,
situation was tense and she was in hurry,
Mind not working and hand hitting with furry,
I Will do anything for sick child,
can’t remain quite so mild,
I will have to find some means and way,
Still have no hope and no more say,
’hair’ and ‘hustle’ is answer,
What? Hair and hustle,
what is all this about?
Fumed at answer asked, what is this all about? I asked
Explain it dear nothing going in head,
simple may be lines but can not read,
what do they and what it stand for?
Is that all meaning which they stood for?
Raged at the meaning, hair and hustle stood for,
asked again why? What really they meant?
Hair is just trimming as it is learnt,
Hustle is nothing but only business
I have no option but go for child care,
what is meaning hustle and what about hair,
they loose charm and stand nothing,
I may go for it if offered something,
Life of child is so dear
Pain may be more but I may bear,
Many stories appear and I also hear,
child should get care life I fear,
Child if suffers, I will be broke,
can’t bear any such more stroke,
So do not offer any more joke,
Even get angry if some one poke,
Hustle” I found as prostitute,
So mean word and not good substitute,
It was clever ploy on her part not tell truth,
Situation as warranted life not smooth
I remained restless and night whole awoke,
Packets after packets finished for smoke,
Hustle means selling body as she told,
I could not decide whether move was bold,
I learnt later life was living hell,
She did not find as means well,
I was not ready and also not willing,
But helpless as today soul I am killing
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I feel like I'm not smart enough to answer the questions I'm asked.
quote by Bret Easton Ellis
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I Never Knew Love
I asked you to come inside my heart
And there you were
I asked for a pure and gentle start
And there you were
I asked fif this love could ever be
The way that I've dreamt of it you see
I never knew love
I asked you to open up my eyes
And there you were
I asked for the keys to paradise
And there you were
They say only ask and you'll receive
I never knew that applied to me
I never knew love
Life is good life is sweet
It's the way we perceive
Cynics say we can dream
Change your mind heal the world
It's easy just believe
I asked for a change in all my life
And there you were
You're everything I had hoped to find
Yes, there you were
I hope and I pray that you will find
A peace and a joy as great as mine
All about love I hope you find love
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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I’m So Proud Of My Murali Boy
I’m so proud of my son Murali
cos he’s always thinking smart
and efficient
I asked him the other day:
“Sonny boy
dear Murali
What’d you like to be
when you grow up? ”
And he says to me:
“I’ll be a garbage collector, Daddy”
And I say to him:
“O my dear boy -
why a garbage collector
of all the jobs? ”
And my little boy Murali
says, smart as he always is:
“Oh, Dad,
look at them:
they have such big trucks
and they work only once a week”
Oh yes, I’m so proud
of my little Murali
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Love-ache
when I asked my heart, how it is ready, to fall in love again?
And why it is not, asking for my consent? It asked: can anything but love cure the pain. And can a flower, even if possessed by many ever lose it's scent?
When I asked my eyes, how they can admire beauty just yet!
And if it has been, long enough for them to forget! ! They said their last tears have just cleared their sight and that they were now ready to fight. beauty is everywhere they said with hope, admiring it will only help us cope.
When I asked my mind, how it could be thinking of another, this soon! ! It looked at me sad but with a smile of wisdom and said when the sun leaves the stars cheer up the moon! ! My ignorant youth rushes to say: starlights will never threaten the moon in any way. and once again it looked at me sad but with a smile of wisdom and said some stars are shinier than others, and sometimes we have to believe in miracles.
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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Poo Secrets
Poo Secrets
Are never kept..) It(s..adored
...) it(s..sharing....) it(...with..you
) it(s my deepest darkest fears you out found here.
If I am so smart why does It rant? you
are feeling this.
If I am so smart how did I end up inside
those cold, fast thighs?
I was smart enough to dodge, your slap.
Then the abuse really started....
I kept going back for more...
her verbals became more than Pascals.
My body became more, than her work of art.
It just, was not very smart enough, it became...
Her very own, personal....toy to hurt to maim..
just for joy..as it became dumber she became
smarter in waves...smarter so smart, she
could even stick knives in...it, > it
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Thunderbolt
I am the result of a thunderbolt,
That struck and stayed bold.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that thunderbolt staying bold.
I'm the result of a thunderbolt,
That struck and stayed bold.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that thunderbolt that remained bold.
You may decide to run and hide.
But I've learned throughout my life...
Those who run let life slip by,
And cry in denial.
Setting themselves up...
For struggles and trials.
When I was young I was often hushed,
I would question too much.
With unedited questions asked.
To connect in my mind to grasp.
I am the result of a thunderbolt,
That struck and stayed bold.
I'm that result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that thunderbolt that remained bold.
I am the result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that result of a thunderbolt.
And with a boldness I still hold.
When I was young I was often hushed,
I would question too much.
With unedited questions asked.
To connect in my mind to grasp.
Zip zap crack with answers due.
Answer my questions asked of you!
I'm the result of a thunderbolt,
That struck and stayed bold.
I'm that result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that thunderbolt that remained bold.
Zip zap crack with answers due.
Answer my questions asked of you!
I am the result of a thunderbolt,
That struck and stayed bold.
I am the result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that thunderbolt that remained bold.
There were no shoulders for me to hold.
I am the result of a thunderbolt.
There were no shoulders for me to hold.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that result of a thunderbolt.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
There were no shoulders with warm holds.
I am the result of a thunderbolt.
I am the result of a thunderbolt.
I am the result of a thunderbolt.
I might have been precocious!
But not braggadocious.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Smart Woman (In A Real Short Skirt)
Smart Woman (in a real short skirt)
-----------------------------------
by Jimmy Buffett and Marshall Chapman
Bimbo limbo is where I been.
I know you know it's been wearin' me thin.
Times are changing, and I think it's time.
I'm rearranging all the guilt in my mind.
Chorus:
I'm looking for a smart woman in a real short skirt,
A smart woman who knows how to flirt,
A smart woman, got a mind of her own,
A smart woman who'll take me home,
Take me home.
I'm not your macho kind of guy,
But I can be so when I'm feeling shy.
Hey, baby, where'd you get your good looks?
Ooh, babe, I want to carry your books.
(CHORUS)
Beauty and brains (beauty and brains),
The best of both worlds (best of both worlds)
I think I could change (think I could change)
If you'd be my, be my, be my girl.
(CHORUS twice
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Experience Is God
I asked, ‘What comes with birth? '
Born and see, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is said to be education? '
Study and see God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is knowledge? '
Know and see God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is kindness? '
Be kind and shower, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is love? '
Share with others, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What pleasure do you get from wife? '
Marry and experience, God ordered!
I asked, ‘Who is child to you? '
Get a child for you, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is old age? '
Become old and observe God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is poverty? '
Toil and see God ordered!
I asked, ‘What happens after death? '
Die and see God ordered!
If anyone wants to know what is life,
And he has to experience and know,
Then why are you, GOD?
GOD said, ‘O' poor man,
The experience itself is ME!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Mister king of the ice
Your love is cold,
like the ice in Antarctica,
good luck,
mister king of the ice.
I see your face so bold,
like the stop sign.
S T O P,
i think i shall go.
You think your so smart,
You are as smart as pride takes you,
and that was me,
being nice.
You have so many witty comments,
Your like one of those talk shows,
where they have a CLAP and LAUGH,
sign that must be held up but you don't know.
You use big words,
(out of context) ,
your face is so handsome,
(in a certain light)
your smile is so perfect,
(your teeth are stained with coffee)
Good luck mister king of the ice.
poem by Sandra jacks
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The Smart Ass
Tis' hidden from the great and wise
Just what a smart ass knows
And I was ass-tounded when I learned
The truthful tail his record shows
For despite the reputation
Of being just a twit
The bray betrays in such a way
Of knowing quite a bit
Twas he who saved mad Balaam
From the righteous wrath of God
For fools rush in on hob nailed shoes
Where asses and angels fear to trod
When Christ the Lord was born on earth
When God became a man
It took the ass to take them inn
His humble stall brought forth God's plan
So if anyone would ask you
Just why an ass is smart
The answer lies behind those eyes
That take God's word to heart
Are you blind or can you see
The plan of God unfold?
Or will you fall like Balaam did
Though by an ass you too were told?
For though this poem is silly
Its message rings so true
Mule it over in your mind
Just what kind of an ass are you?
HEE HAW
poem by Mark Walters
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Misty Mountain Hop
Written by: jones/page/plant
Walkin in the park just the other day, baby,
What do you, what do you think I saw?
Crowds of people sittin on the grass with flowers in their hair said,
Hey, boy, do you wanna score?
And you know how it is;
I really dont know what time it was, woh, oh,
So I asked them if I could stay awhile.
I didnt notice but it had got very dark and I was really,
Really out of my mind.
Just then a policeman stepped up to me and asked us said,
Please, hey, would we care to all get in line,
Get in line.
Well you know, they asked us to stay for tea and have some fun,
Oh, oh, he said that his friends would all drop by, ooh.
Why dont you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see,
And baby, baby, baby, do you like it?
There you sit, sitting spare like a book on a shelf rustin
Ah, not trying to fight it.
You really dont care if theyre coming, oh, oh,
I know that its all a state of mind, ooh.
If you go down in the streets today, baby, you better,
You better open your eyes.
Folk down there really dont care, really dont care, dont care, really dont
Which, which way the pressure lies,
So Ive decided what Im gonna do now.
So Im packing my bags for the misty mountains
Where the spirits go now,
Over the hills where the spirits fly, ooh.
I really dont know.
song performed by by Black Crowes
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An Assumption Of Money To Be Made
If they ever asked why I'm doing all this?
I will answer with a single remark.
To save a life.
If they ever asked what if you fail?
I will answer with a single remark.
I have but, I'm still here.
If they ever asked now that your accomplished what's next.
I will answer with a single remark.
What I do will not change, at least not for intentions of fame.
If they ever asked, if offered money to stop what your doing would you?
I will answer with a single remark.
No I will not be bought.
'So let me get this straight your completely honest? '
Yes I try to be.
'Well I still don't believe you.'
Well I never I asked you to or care if you do.
Your the one who wanted answers to those questions.
I gave you my answers, take it or leave it.
'I have to go because your not going to make me any money.'
That's fine because I've never said I would.
Your the one who assumed that.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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How far I can trust you? Dear!
Trust, the vital hunt in life
Relevant and prevalent syllable
A triggering catalyst which stimulate
And Axle life and yank towards
I am behind that great quest
From the tide of my own dawn
It seems mysterious within
The fading shades which intrigue
I hear that words which ripple round
And fear those sights that crippled me
And spar with me and munch me to
A hollow of mere nothingness
I fear, I have lost the trust
And mistrust my existence too
And I murmur it self at heart
The ardent quest that spill my way
How far I can trust you? Dear!
I know it is tough and hard
To reply that rough harsh query
But one finds it clear as light
If he asked it to his own
Dear,
Trust the light you see in sun and
Trust the smile, the flowering blossom
Trust the dews filled with glee
But never, ever trust those hands
Those fetching hands which hug you to
poem by Sandhya S.N
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He asked me if I'd take a penny for my thoughts.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
and I told him the things on my mind.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
I had thought then I'd be paid in kind.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
and the closest friends we came to be.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
I thought then the one he cared for, was me.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
now rich with my thoughts he was.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
I thought his reason was more than 'just because'.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
he's made me rich with a broken heart.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
now my life has a broken start.
Life’s Questions
When I was the tender age of five,
I asked my mother a question about life.
“I know I hear your voice, and I hear mine,
Were does my voice come from, it seems so sublime.”
Then of course my mom did retort,
She is not the comforting kind of sort.
“If you asked anyone they would think you were crazy”
So I decided hey, I know I will find out one day I’m not lazy.
I did talk to many who are a sage,
Even read the written page.
Of all the questions I have to ask,
How did we get here, I know it’s not by chance.
Now I read “Conversations with God”
It helped me confirm and figure it all out.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 26,2011
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