I hear their shouting
Their friendship is now over
Her dented car door
haiku by Stewart Green
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The Dented Can
Looking at the reduced cart
I see a dented can
That's cheap
The wrappers off
And what's inside
Is a mystery
Should you take a chance
To find out what's inside
And buy the dented can
Or do you overlook it
And buy a can
That does have a wrapper
Because you do know
whats inside the one with the wrapper
Or do you buy the dented can
Without a wrapper
So you wonder to yourself
Is what inside that dented can
without a wrapper
good or bad
I wonder who's gonna
Take a chance on that dented can
Without a wrapper
Usually the one that do take that chance
Are cheap
And maybe a little crazy
Or just poor and that's all they can afford
Is all hope gone for that damaged can
Is there still someone good out there
That is willing to take a chance
On a dented can without a wrapper
Or does that can deserve
Not have someone
Who will see the beauty
In a dented can
Without a wrapper on it
Shouting...
i cannot sleep for this constant shouting...
the shouting of trees, the shouting of alleyways,
the shouting of rats crawling through trash.
the shouting of needles and Family Bibles,
the shouting of flags folded and given.
the shouting of machines, abandoned and morose,
the shouting of fields gone barren.
the shouting of poverty ripping color from being,
the shouting of hunger in faces silent.
the shouting of guns loaded and unloaded,
the shouting of clinics, filled without names.
the shouting of prayers wriiten in pavement,
the shouting of rivers filled with sewage.
the shouting of birth, and the shouting of death...
the shouting of love, distant and forgotten.
the shouting of god, in doubt's innumerable forms.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Friendship
Friendship
Friendship is love,
Without friendship love means nothing!
Without friendship love is empty…
Without friendship love is boring...!
Friendship means sharing…
People learn to share from friendship,
Share everything they have in life,
Friendship is like stars,
Even though we always see them together
Always mean to each other…
But,
Sometimes they argue!
Friendship is like flower,
Soft but strong!
Friendship is like sun,
Bright and beautiful!
Friendship is everything in life,
Life without friendship is like life without air…
Life without friendship is like eats without food
And
Life without friendship is like body without soul…
Friendship is wide!
Anybody can be our friend,
Our parents, our grandparents, our sister, our brother and even our school principal!
Friendship….
Is everything!
poem by Qistina Zaini
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Stevie Taite's version of, 'Kick the Can'.
Kick that can
Resounding rattle
Pockets tugged down
With loves lost battle
Stubborn kicks
Along the road
Shoulders low
A loveless load
We've all been there
And cans we've dented
At dented hearts
How we repented
But life goes on
Just like that walk
Until we meet
Another fork
And hope we steer
True loves direction
With can squashed flat
In retrospection
by Stevie Taite
September 25,2012
poem by Midnights Voice
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Happy Friendship Day,2011
Good friendship is important in earthly life
True friendship is a rare find, lasting a life-time
Friendship is supportive, wholesome and priceless
Friendship must grow but is difficult to keep.
Friendship affords joy, solace and distraction
Friendship gives a better meaning to life
Friendship may deliver what parents sometimes fail to
Friendship is valuable, useful and advantageous.
Friendship makes the world a better place to live
Friendship makes living worthwhile, loveable and liveable
Friendship creates the right environs for sharing
The basis of good friendship is selfless, dedicated love of a special kind.
(7-8-11)
poem by John Celes
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Is There Anyone Out There?
Staring at the stars at night
it makes you wonder
if this is the only planet with life
in the vastness of space.
You feel like shouting at times.
Is there anyone out there?
People see things in the night sky
that they cannot explain.
Even in the daylight
mysterious objects appear unexplained
and all the time you feel like shouting.
Is there anyone out there?
Years from now when
we might have learned to listen,
we might find someone else
is really out there listening
to us shouting.
Is there anyone out there?
It is quite possible one day
in the truth we might find
that all the time we’ve been shouting
someone else has been out there
shouting back at us too.
Is there anyone out there?
21 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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Not Answering The Door
Maybe I wanted to
Rekindle a relationship
Well, not exactly a relationship
Just maybe a friendship
I don't understand why you said
We could still be friends
If You didn't mean it
Is that just something people say
Because they think it's
Something they think
You want to hear
How come you
Didn't answer the door
And kindly say
You can't talk right now
Or that you
Don't want to talk to me
Even if it was
The devil himself
Knocking on my door
I would of
Had the decency
To tell him to go away
True Friendship
Friendship, thou balm for ev'ry ill,
I must aspire to thee;
Whose breezes bid the heart be still,
And render sweet the patient's pill,
And set the pris'ner free.
Friendship, it is the softest soul
Which feels another's pain;
And must with equal sighs condole,
While sympathetic streamlets roll,
Which nothing can restrain.
Not to be nominated smart,
Of mortals to be seen,
She does not thus her gifts impart,
Her aid is from a feeling heart,
A principle within.
When the lone stranger, forced to roam,
Comes shiv'ring to her door,
At once he finds a welcome home,
The torch of grace dispels his gloom,
And bids him grope no more.
Friendship was never known to fail
The voice of need to hear,
When ruthless ills our peace assail,
When from our hearts she draws the veil,
And drys the falling tear.
When dogs and devils snarl and fight,
She hides and dwells alone;
When friends and kindred disunite,
With pity she surveys the right,
And gives to each his own.
Friendship has not a sister grace
Her wonders to exceed;
She is the queen of all her race,
Whose charms the stoutest must embrace
When in the vale of need.
Friendship is but the feeling sigh,
The sympathizing tear,
Constrain'd to flow till others dry,
Nor lets the needy soul pass by,
Nor scorns to see or hear.
poem by George Moses Horton
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The Battle Cry of Freedom- Union
Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys,
We'll rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom,
We will rally from the hillside,
We'll gather from the plain,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.
CHORUS: The Union forever,
Hurrah! boys, hurrah!
Down with the traitors,
Up with the stars;
While we rally round the flag, boys,
Rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.
We are springing to the call
Of our brothers gone before,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom;
And we'll fill our vacant ranks with
A million free men more,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.-CHORUS
We will welcome to our numbers
The loyal, true and brave,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom;
And although they may be poor,
Not a man shall be a slave,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.-CHORUS
So we're springing to the call
From the East and from the West,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom;
And we'll hurl the rebel crew
From the land that we love best,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.-CHORUS
poem by George Frederick Root
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Angry
What the hell gives the right to tell me what to do with my life?
Especially when you made a mess of every chance you had to success.
Look at you... just look at you.
I said Im angry just looking at you.
Im sick and tired of sitting back listening to all of your clap-trap
If you could get me to take the rap I guarantee
Youd leave me with a backslap.
Push me to the left, push me to the right try to take me out of the way
Ven if you kick me off the edge of the world,
Youre still going to hear me say...
When the hell gives you the right to tell me what to do with my life?
Especially when you made a mess of every chance you have to success.
Look at you. oh look at you.
I said Im angry just looking at you.
Shouting down again mahama. shouting down again.
Shouting down agaun mahama. shouting down again.
I cant begin to tell you all the reasons why youre making me crazy.
Ive got so many answers like youre stupid, like youre crooked, like youre lazy.
Hit me with your left, hit me with your right.
Hit me from the top to the toe.
Even when you chew me up and spit me out,
Im still going to want to know.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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A Friendship Is But A Flower
A friendship is but a flower
Growing out in Gods garden
Helping out the fellow man
Not knowing should they get a pardon
A friendship is but a flower
Waiting to bloom in the spring
Waiting with a helping hand or an ear
To help or listen to most any ol thing
A friendship is but a flower
That God lends to us for a while
To help us along our way
And give us a reason for a smile
A friendship is but a flower
Leaving impressions on our hearts
Never knowing when it might end
But, always happy to see it start
A friendship is but a flower
Sent with guidance from above
The friendship must be based on trust
But, like the flower, it's started with Gods love
Friendship is but a flower
Sent down for all of us to share
So pass on your bit of friendship
Show someone just how much you care
A friendship is but a flower
And this friendship I pass on to you
So please take my flower and friendship
So you can pass it on to others too
wrote 3/3/2009 by Norman Hale Jr
poem by Norman Hale
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Rally round The Flag
(traditional)
Yes, well rally round the flag, boys
Well rally round again
Shouting the battle cry of freedom
We will rally from the hillside
Well gather from the plain
Shouting the battle cry of freedom
The union forever, hurrah boys, hurrah
Down with the traitor, up with the star
While we rally round the flag, boys
Rally once again
Shouting the battle cry of freedom
We will welcome to our numbers
The loyal, true and brave
Shouting the battle cry of freedom
And although he may be poor
Not a man shall be a slave
Shouting the battle cry of freedom
So were springing to the call
From the east and from the west
Shouting the battle cry of freedom
And well prove a loyal crew
To the land we love the best
Shouting the battle cry of freedom
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Sonnet: A Lost Friendship
You were my friend then: now almost stranger!
Our friendship appeared once very glorious;
What happened meantime, gives me great anger;
Our friendship no longer remains serious.
Fool you were, to be misled by others,
Who drove a giant wedge ’midst our friendship;
Cut off is our friendship, which me bothers;
A nadir has come in our relationship.
What years of intimacy have been lost?
You’ve been foolish, very much on your part;
Our friendship today is just but a ghost;
Won’t your eyes see the true love in my heart?
Dear friend however, you can’t be my foe;
I hope that our friendship, blossoms once more!
poem by John Celes
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Friendship And Love
Friendship is love
Love is friendship
Why
Have one when you don’t have the other
When
Love depends so greatly
On friendship
That
Without friendship
Love could not exist
Friendship is within love
Love is within friendship
They can’t live
Cant breath
Without each one another
Can’t be
Truly there without each other
They don’t fight the war
Against each other
They fight it as
A team
A bond
So powerful that no man shall ever
Break them a part
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Acting sence
On the world
Any age...
Female wanted
Male friendship...
Male wanted
Female friendship...
It is not only
Commming for love...
Many thing is thear...
Witch female did not
Want male friendship...?
Witch male did not want
Female friendship...?
It is not body
Bio-tech...
yes...it is only for
Comen sence...or
Feeling...
For all
No hear miss chouse
Non sence....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The Darkness Prevents Your Rescue
Can anyone believe,
Truth can float
In oil slickened waters?
Tattered and standing on rafts,
Are those pointing fingers.
Disputing any appearance of truth,
With rations to save them.
Their ship has sunk.
Priorities have been dismissed.
And a voice shouting for anyone to respond...
Goes unheard!
'Please stop your fighting!
We are prepared to help you.
But someone has to tell us,
Where you can be located?
We hear you shouting...
But the darkness prevents your rescue! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shell-Music
YOU with the shell to your ear,
What do you hear,
Slim and so white
In the moonlight?
'Oh, I hear surging and shouting and singing,
The sea-folk at market — their little bells ringing,
The tall weeds about them, the green world above!
Oh, blithe are the pedlars of ribbons and laces,
Yet blither and sweeter upon the wide spaces
The footfalls of Love!'
You with the shell to your ear,
What do you hear,
Waves at your feet,
White and so sweet?
'Oh, I hear cooing and kissing and cooing,
The sound of sea-folk in their coral groves wooing,
The red branches round them, the green world above!
Oh, sweet are the songs of the witching sea-daughters,
But sweeter, far sweeter, upon the wide waters,
The footfalls of Love!'
You with the shell to your ear,
What do you hear,
Large eyes aglow,
Forehead of snow?
'Oh, I hear shouting and sobbing and sighing,
The sounds of the sea-folk in battle-rage vieing,
The torn weeds about them, the green world above!
The merman may shout as he stumbles and slaughters,
But, ever and ever, I hear on the waters
The footfalls of Love!'
You with the shell to your ear,
What do you hear,
As you stand there,
Pale and so fair?
'Oh, as frost on the seaways the foam-spaces glisten;
My heart is the shell, to its echoes I listen;
Red petals, rose petals around and above!
Oh sweeter, far sweeter, than little bells ringing
Or market-men shouting, or mermaidens singing,
The footfalls of Love!'
poem by Roderic Quinn
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Do What You Wanna Do (Dave Don't Like It)
I-I know it's time to realize,
I-I know the love you felt for me has died,
I-I try to cope with the pain inside
but I just realize that I cannot hide the feelings that I have inside...
Can you hear me?
I-I know it's hard to understand,
but girl you gotta know,
you made me be a different man,
I-I don't want you to feel no guilt inside,
I just want to stay friend but I feel the fear girl that I never can
Chorus:
You gotta do what you wanna do,[hear me]
still remember what I feel for you,[hear me]
you gotta do what you wanna do,[hear me]
still remember that I care for you,[hear me]
I don't want to see our friendship die,
I know we need to seperate ways,
but I don't know why
I hope someday we both will see,
that girl our friendship was created for eternity
Chorus
song performed by by H-BlockX
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Just a Grouch
Just a grouch.
Shouting and pouting about.
Chasing happiness,
And those who are away.
Bitter and looking for tit for tat spats.
Nothing is right...
Unless approval is made,
For this and/or that.
And don't accidently knock on the door.
You'll get a response...
'What do you want?
And what are you here for? '
Just a grouch.
Seeking to pinch anyone...
To hear an 'Ouch! '
And loving to inflict discomfort!
Whenever the need comes,
To raise an eyebrow...
Or two.
It doesn't take much,
To arouse a grouch to fuss.
About 'something' over nothing,
That has really been done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is Friendship?
let me ask that today
what is friendship to you?
me always at the spending end
and you always the bill
me as the hospitable host always
and you as the demanding parasite
let me ask that to you now
what is friendship to you?
you do not really care
about how i feel
it seems i am always the blanket
and you are the cold one inside it
could be that i am the mat
at the footsteps on the door
or the rug always ready for the floor
or the handkerchief
always obliging to your sneeze
or the cap
covering for your needed nap
watch me, for soon
i will take your definition
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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