Every morning I pick up my newspaper, get the obituary section, see if I'm listed, and if not, I have my breakfast.
quote by Carl Reiner
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NEWS -You don't want to get stopped up
My morning newspaper's late again
If I were desperate for news
Which I am not
I could the internet cruise
From CNN to the London Times
I could click here and there
Get second hand more news
Than I could bear
I want my newspaper in my hands
That is the point you see
To check high school sports
Working on my first cup of coffee
Make sure I'm not listed as an obit'
See what businesses have decided to quit
That's all the news that will fit
'Cause it's time for my AM s___!
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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The work is with me when I wake up in the morning; it is with me while I eat my breakfast in bed and run through the newspaper, while I shave and bathe and dress.
quote by C.S. Forester
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Live so that when the final summons comes you will leave something more behind you than an epitaph on a tombstone or an obituary in a newspaper.
quote by Billy Sunday
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Most people today still believe, perhaps unconsciously, in the heliocentric universe every newspaper in the land has a section on astrology, yet few have anything at all on astronomy.
quote by Hannes Alfven
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I wake up every morning at nine and grab for the morning paper. Then I look at the obituary page. If my name is not on it, I get up.
quote by Benjamin Franklin
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Blind
I cast my spectacles away with my hand,
I refused all sensible help to adjust my life;
The using of books was against the issue
For running along the lines became hard
And futile, and boring.
The task was listed in the newspaper,
To suspend a real job, to strike.
If eyes were for seeing then sight is good,
For we love the spectacles that keep us trim,
Grimacing in the heat of the day.
They will not listen, we see and deserve the reading
Of the newspaper, a sane expression of our will.
We, we blind, are avalanched by words of the sane
Who see me grin at the feelings attached.
I only wanted faith in my glasses,
The sight is good, pleasant for one who is not blind.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Book is Food
every morning we breakfast with newspaper
the cover and review with color sauce fills the appetizer
inspiring and healthy story is for the soup
reference book or recommended novel is the main course
and as dessert children fairy tales
serve magazine or comic as snack of the day
don't read too much tabloid and gossip news
it's junk food!
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Young & The Old
Whoa oh
Staggering home everybody sings
All the old songs the cockney routines
All the old women, all the young men
Try changing places then back again
Old man in the morning,
Young man at night
Breakfast full of wisdom
Until you hit the lights
Knock back the drinks , hitch up your skirt
Fall over backwords undo your shirt
Everyone shouting what a terrible state
Age creeping backwards as it gets late
Old man in the morning,
Young man at night
Breakfast full of wisdom
Until you hit the lights
Have a quick short, forget about work
Have a couple more then you go beserk
Who cares about this morning, wise old man
The wisdom comes up later and goes down the pan
Old man in the morning,
Young man at night
Breakfast full of wisdom
Until you hit the lights
Then another round, forget whos turn
Waking up to feel your stomach churn
Whos in the chair and whos on the floor
Incoherants knocking on the door
Old man in the morning,
Young man at night
Breakfast full of wisdom
Until you hit the lights
Hit the lights
song performed by by Madness
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For The Happy Housemaid...
early morning
the housemaid turns on the radio
in full volume that the
neighbors know that
she is already awake
and cooking breakfast
the house smells fried
egg and bacon and
steamed rice
when i come out my room
she smiles and
turns off the radio and
says that breakfast is
ready
only to be told that
no one likes to eat breakfast
(unlike the two the housemaid
likes it much to eat all these matters
alone by herself,
she is attuned like a loud radio
early morning
and she does not mind what
the housemaids' neighbors say)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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O, What is Lost?
Yet again, the stock market crumbles and falls,
Ruining the economy for us all.
A day without a newspaper—
O, what is lost?
Gas prices rise as embargoes are insinuated.
War seems imminent. Tension is elevated.
A day without a newspaper—
O, what is lost?
Epidemics, viral infections are on the verge of spreading.
It's a shame our scientists don't know anything.
A day without a newspaper—
O, what is lost?
Front page: Can you believe it? Could it be true?
Snooki is pregnant. When is she due?
A day without a newspaper—
O, what is lost?
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Morning Compromises
breakfast is heavy on the
table
you only pick a cookie
and take
a sip of coffee
then you watch a part
of TV's morning news
then you leave without a
note of where you are going
you lock the door of the house
and the windows too
the dog stays with a neighbor
the car engine starts
you drive on a compromising idea
you will be back
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Saturday Myth
My daily routine is
To offer morning prayers
In a temple
Run and maintained by a
Board of Trustees
That Saturday I went
With all devotion and enthusiasm
But only to see a display
That the temple will be non-functional
As mother of one trustees
Passed away and temple will be open
For public only after the obituary rites are over
It struck me then
There is a myth in this part of the country
That Saturday obituary noting
Does not go single
Some such reporting will also be soon heard
Returned home with disappointment
And telling myself that
Someone else too is dead somewhere
By the time I reached home
I received a call
Informing me the demise of
A first cousin of mine
Who is younger to me
Myth or message?
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The One
[Verse1]
I've been looking for a man
To stay here till the end
He will not just be my lover
He'll be my best friend
He will always be a guiding force in my life
Then he'll hold me tight
[B-section]
He will never leave me standing
In the pouring rain
He will never disrespect me
Call me out my name
He will never have me waiting
Till the morning comes
I will always be his baby
When it's said and done
[Hook]
'Cause he'll be the one
'Cause he'll be the one
'Cause he'll be the one
'Cause he'll be the one
[Verse 2]
He will always be the one
To wipe away my tears
He will always be the one
To kiss away my fears
He will always be there
Making everything alright
Be the one to always love me
No more lonely nights
[B-section (Repeat)]
song performed by by Blu Cantrell from So Blu
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Life In Newspaper
Some life stop their life on newspaper.
some life loss their life on newspaper.
loss their life like a photograph.
Loss their life in a column of newspaper.
Loss their life in the lightening photo of star.
Speech of false leader.
Profile of high profile cader.
Photo of dustbin child.
Fulfil the newspaper.
Now life,
Now love,
Addvertisement of peace,
or humanity.
Everything u found here.
Now life loss his life in newspaper.
poem by Imtiaz Emon
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On the loss of a young man
On the loss of a young man
~
A young man
With a steady career
Promising future
Highly rated
Close circle of friends
A young family
Well provided for
The kind of life
Many wish to have
All too suddenly gone
Leaving repeated questions
None will ever understand
Those silent tears
He wept and kept alone
Till they became to much
An obituary in a newspaper
Reads praise from many
The ending of his story
Sad and sadly unknown
Another young man
Gone too soon
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Weeds Are Not Uprooted
To encourage a section to serve
Will make the other take it granted.
To encourage a section to forgive
Will make the other go scot-free.
To educate a section tolerance
Will make the other inconsiderate.
By weeding, the weed is not uprooted.
The left weeds will get more place to grow in.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Losin My Mind
Verse 1
Boy you got me nauseous
I just eat and eat
Hair so messy
In fact its pulled in a weave
Phone keeps oh ringin' but it's not you
So i don't pick it up
Friends told me but it dont help
Cause boy you got me stuck
B-Section
Why did you mess it up
Cause i wont be learnin'
My girls
try to tell me
But i had to learn the hard way
Now i'm so confused
What am i to do
I'm caught up in this madness
Something please take me away
Chorus
I'm losing sleep, and i cant eat
Can't even think
I'm losin' my mind
I hate your guts, love you so much
I'm crackin' up
I'm losin' my mind
Verse 2
Never would of thought that
We would be here
Promises to me
Said that you were different
And i bought it
Should of kept a reciept
B-section
Chorus
Bridge
This aint me
Cant eat cant sleep
Cause so many are losing their mind
Cause in my robe
Our love is no joke
This aint no joke
I'm losin' my mind
B-Section
Chorus
verse 3
See my boss said your crazy
My girls had to tell me
You don't deserve me
Got me going crazy
What am i to do
I'm lost without you boy
Chorus out
song performed by by En Vogue
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On the back page of a old newspaper
There’s a newspaper which the wind blows,
round and round
until it hits against me.
I grab it out of the wind
and after getting into my car
I open it on the seat next to me.
I see your photograph
on the back page of a old newspaper
and it says that you live
in another country,
on the other side of the big blue sea.
I wonder what is going on in your world
and when I close the newspaper,
It’s as if you were here with me
for a moment.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Cycle Of My Life
wake up in the morning
remembering some dreams
take a walk in the oval
and come back for breakfast
then take a bath
dress myself
then go to the office for work
the whole day is spent
within the walls and closed glass windows
then come back for home
eat dinner
pray and sleep to bed
dream and at dawn have little sex
with wife
and sleep again and wake up in the morning
and take a walk and take breakfast and
back to the office again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To look at the cross-section of any plan of a big city is to look at something like the section of a fibrous tumor.
quote by Frank Lloyd Wright
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