Anonymous
Well I wrote our names a thousand times
Just to see yours sitting nest to mine
Sent you flowers cards unsigned....anonymous
In days to come like days that passed
My heart beats for you, always has
Though you know me only as....anonymous
In dreams at night I carry your books for you
And when I rise a flame for you
Always too shy to carry the whole thing through
Like the light from that eternal flame
Burns for one without a name
My love forever will remain....anonymous
Oh youll always wonder who it was
Who it was
It was just....anonymous
Well I wrote your names a thousand times
Just to see yours sitting next to mine
And I sent you flowers card unsigned
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Anonymous Ghurl
Anonymous Ghurl Anonymous Ghurl
Said one day to her mother
'I'll be me and no one else
I'll never be another'
Anonymous Ghurl Anonymous Ghurl
Said one day to her dad
'The things that you have done to me
They make me feel so sad'
Anonymous Ghurl Anonymous Ghurl
Said one day to God
'How can I belive in you
You are such a fraud'
Anonymous Ghurl Anonymous Ghurl
Said one day to her friend
'I don't want to go on any more
I want it all to end'
Anonymous Ghurl Anonymous Ghurl
Said one day to no one
'I can't go on anymore
As she pulled the trigger of the gun'
Anonymous Ghurl Anonymous Ghurl
Said one day to me
'Leave your body far behind
And you too can be free'
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Don't You Sign Anonymous
Don't you sign anonymous,
To notes that you drop.
Don't you sign anonymous,
To get my head all heated up until it pops!
Be with me upfront and prepared.
Don't start a scavenger hunt to dare.
And please don't leave me grieving,
To be stunned as you run.
Don't scurry as you hurry...
To inflict me with dirt!
Knowing what it is that will get to me and hurt.
Don't you sign anonymous,
Be real and confront me.
Don't you sign anonymous,
To rile, torment and test me.
Don't you sign anonymous to throw in an 'if'!
IF I don't apologize,
You would be broken like a vase...
But away you'd fly.
Don't you sign anonymous,
Be real and confront me.
Don't you sign anonymous,
To rile, torment and test me.
Don't you sign anonymous to throw in an 'if'!
IF I don't apologize,
You would be broken like a vase...
But away you'd fly.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sure, some journalists use anonymous sources just because they're lazy and I think editors ought to insist on more precise identification even if they remain anonymous.
quote by Ben Bradlee
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On Autumn´s Earth
This is the beginning
Now carry me away
On to the faraway new day
That now is born to play
Yes this is the beginning
Moments dreamed and found
Everything in its singing
That comes again around
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Yesterdays were all turning
In their beat´s echo heart
Forever in lay and burning
Poles and miles apart
Flames of their color giving
All that came from within
Days their dreams own living
As worlds take their spin
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Swept away in their call
Dreams that were carried on
Love songs of colors fall
Until their moments are gone
You and I had our calling
Dreams that were not to be
Now like autumn earth's falling
All that we had is now free
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
On autumn´s earth
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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On Autumns Earth
This is the beginning
Now carry me away
On to the faraway new day
That now is born to play
Yes this is the beginning
Moments dreamed and found
Everything in its singing
That comes again around
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Yesterdays were all turning
In their beat´s echo heart
Forever in lay and burning
Poles and miles apart
Flames of their color giving
All that came from within
Days their dreams own living
As worlds take their spin
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Swept away in their call
Dreams that were carried on
Love songs of colors fall
Until their moments are gone
You and I had our calling
Dreams that were not to be
Now like autumn earth's falling
All that we had is now free
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
On autumn´s earth
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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We Are Defended By Those We Do Not Know The Names Of
WE ARE DEFENDED BY THOSE WE DO NOT KNOW THE NAMES OF
We are defended by those we do not know the names of -
And when one is killed
We know the name for a moment,
Before leaving the long memory to the family-
A few it is true – special heroes-
Have stories and names that remain through the years.
But mostly the dead are anonymous
And the wounded and the injured too.
And a country and a people goes on in freedom-
While in this family or that
Which we will always pray we will not be among
Pain and Loss Forever.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Anonymous
Anonymous: there's comfort in numbers,
Safety and security in being
Faceless, nameless, no one who's worth seeing
When the crowd keeps tight knit and together.
Anonymous: it's ok to wash out
Against quickly cascading cavalcades
Rushing, crushing and forcing you to fade
In two doses of self-pity and doubt.
What does it matter if nobody cares
And no one notices the difference
Between you and this sea that surrounds you?
This shallow pool, all around, ev'rywhere
Dictates the tide of your non-confidence
And your anonymous nothingness too.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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I don't think that the Pulitzer should be given the way it is. I think the competition should be anonymous. I think completely different people would win it if the names were taken off because a lot of it is done on relationships and names.
quote by John Corigliano
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One
One thousand voices
But not one heard
One thousand thoughts
But not one word
One thousand troubles
But no one will know it
Unless I decide to
Finally show it
One thousand cuts
Run down my arm
A tribute to my
Life of self-harm
One thousand scars
That will not heal
One thousand people
Who will not feel
One thousand but no more
I finally decide
There will be one less person
And one more suicide
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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I've Seen That Look On Me
It's four am and you're just getting in.
Your first night out- i won't ask where you've been.
You're so ashamed and your eyes can't meet mine.
I've seen that look on me a thousand times.
Chorus:
What makes us do the things we do heaven only knows.
We think we've got a secret, but it always shows.
I taught you how to cheat, you're doing fine.
I've seen that look on me a thousand times.
But i still love you and so i pretend
And hope i never see that look again.
But if i do i know the fault is mine.
I've seen that look on me a thousand times.
Repeat chorus:
I've seen that look on me a thousand times.
song performed by by George Strait
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Abou Ben Adhem
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said
"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still, and said "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
Anonymous Submission
poem by James Henry Leigh Hunt
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I Broke Your Heart But You Broke Mine
My eyes gazed into yours,
and your eyes gazed into mine.
I was anonymous to you,
and you were anonymous to me.
I became one of your friends,
and you became one of mine.
Friends led to a feeling in my heart,
and a feeling in your heart.
I felt so much passion for you,
and you felt so much passion for me.
My passion was a fling,
but your passion was serious.
I broke your heart,
but you didn’t break mine.
I made you cry,
but you didn’t make me cry.
My feelings bloomed again,
but your feelings faded.
I love you,
but you don’t love me.
I broke your heart,
but you broke mine.
A Thousand Years
Words by sting, music by sting and kipper
A thousand years, a thousand more,
A thousand times a million doors to eternity
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning stairway climbs
To a tower of souls
If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,
The towers rise to numberless floors in space
I could shed another million tears, a million breaths,
A million names but only one truth to face
A million roads, a million fears
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
I could speak a million lies, a million songs,
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time
But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point , this single flame,
The single haunted memory of your face
I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
I may be numberless, I may be innocent
I may know many things, I may be ignorant
Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands
Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands
I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times
Reborn as fortunes child to judge anothers crimes
Or wear this pilgrims cloak, or be a common thief
Ive kept this single faith, I have but one belief
I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
On and on the mysteries unwind themselves
Eternities still unsaid
til you love me
song performed by by Sting
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Pretending That It Never Was
You can go with me now
And I can lift you high above your yard:
I can carry you high above the astringencies,
Even if it is only that
I am not drunk: I am not far from Mexico,
And the purple dreams are
Purple
And getting deeper, and the time spreads out
And remembers the few times that you made
Love to me,
And after the minnows have followed:
And the blue gills,
And the mermaids: then it is time to go,
And there is no time for remembering your
Kisses:
While everything that happened to us
Has come up to the surface,
While the fire burns around the silhouettes of
The pretty windmill:
While fire just burns over the slow avenues
Of the blue gills,
And then just disappears with the anonymous
Morning, as if just pretending that it never was-
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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The Anonymous Flowers
someone anonymous sends the flowers
all white
and we who receive them are all
in guesses
for whom?
and since we do not know for whom for sure
we leave the flowers
a bouquet of flowers on the table
and no one puts it inside a vase
they all wilt for no one cared
to put water on the leaves
it is like love that you give to everyone
and none in particular
when that love goes away
no one weeps.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Anonymous Poet
then anonymous poet
keeps on writing
his critic is the curtain
his reader his own
computer keys
the walls around him cheer
the ceiling stares
the beams comfort him
and the floors
say that his poems
are interesting
he does not really mind
after all
he is anonymous
and he likes it
that way
his life a mystery
his name a nobody.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lovers Anonymous
Doctor, Im getting in deeper
Show me, the way I can slow myself down
You can talk me round
Im a fool for falling in love again
Youve gotta save me
Take away the temptation
Wake me up when its over
Oh yeh, youve gotta talk me down
Talk me down
Im calling lovers anonymous
Im calling lovers anonymous
You talk about your troubles
And we throw you a line
Doctor, its draining my body
Help me, to pick up the pieces Ive found
You can help me put them together again
Youve gotta save me
Take away the temptation
Wake me up when its over
Oh yeh, youve gotta talk me down
Youve gotta talk me down
Im calling lovers anonymous
Im calling lovers anonymous
You talk about your troubles
And we throw you a line
Call us up, we will answer night 'n day
Talk to us, were the ones who found the way
Doctor, its happened again, please
Help me, shes moving me more than a friend
And Im heading for trouble
Its heaven again
Youve gotta save me
Take away the temptation
Wake me up when its over
Oh yeh, youve gotta talk me down
Youve gotta talk me down
Im calling lovers anonymous
Talk about your troubles
And we throw you a line
Im calling lovers anonymous
Talk about your troubles
And we throw you a line
song performed by by 10 Cc
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There are, in the King case in particular, e names of confidential informants, persons to whom we promised confidentiality in return for their testimony. We have put their testimony in the public domain, but feel that their names should continue to be anonymous.
quote by Louis Stokes
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The girl, The Gun, and The Suicide
My name is Anonymous
And I'm gonna tell you a story
The begining's dull, the middle's depressing
And the end is rather gory
There was a girl who lived in
A small suburban town
Where no matter you go
You see someone you know around
Her life was mostly good
But one major thing was bad
Her mother was an angel
While she had a devil for a dad
He was a sexist bastard
Who liked to beat women
He'd married and divorced three times
All three times, they left him
He also beat his daughters
Untill the eldest ran away
And left the younger dangling
On a rope that was all fray
Finally the younger, knowing
That her life was done,
Decided to go out with a bang
And blew her brains out with a gun
Her soaked through the carpet
And how her mother cried
And that's the end of my story called
The girl, the gun, and the suicide
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Artist Unknown
Much of our literature
has come from his pen-
or was He a She?
I can't say I ken.
When not writing poems
or dabbling in prose
Beautiful songs
Anon oft would compose.
Anonymous never gained
fortune or fame.
The works are immortal,
Their maker, unnamed.
Since the first of his line
painted Bison on stone,
Anonymous is
the artist unknown.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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