Fatty Bum Bum
How did I end up in this state?
I'm always fighting with my weight,
I'd like to put it down to fate,
but that ain't honest!
I know for sure what I do wrong,
I've known the truth all along,
but I always sing a different song,
and that ain't honest!
I've tried to blame my family,
for passing the fat gene down to me,
and making me a big fat'B',
but that ain't honest.
So now I'm gonna face the fact,
I have to make me a slimming pact,
and with exercise I must react.
Now, that is honest!
Tom Higgins
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Rabu, 30 Juli 2014
Rabu, 23 Juli 2014
An Old Woman By the Window
An Old Woman By the Window
i see her everyday on my way to work
she is there by the wide window of
an old house near the road where i used
to come and go
silver hair in a neat bun
tired wrinkled hands
and chinky eyes that were always
staring at a distance
as if waiting for something
or someone?
and so it goes day by day
she sits by her window with her lonely gaze
i wonder what thoughts are in her tiny head
was she happy in her younger years
or did she loathe life's miseries
were there dreams she still dream or
was she resigned to her fate
were there questions left that haunt her still
is she waiting for the answers?
i will never know
the last time i looked
the window was empty
she sits there no more.
Eloida Capuno
i see her everyday on my way to work
she is there by the wide window of
an old house near the road where i used
to come and go
silver hair in a neat bun
tired wrinkled hands
and chinky eyes that were always
staring at a distance
as if waiting for something
or someone?
and so it goes day by day
she sits by her window with her lonely gaze
i wonder what thoughts are in her tiny head
was she happy in her younger years
or did she loathe life's miseries
were there dreams she still dream or
was she resigned to her fate
were there questions left that haunt her still
is she waiting for the answers?
i will never know
the last time i looked
the window was empty
she sits there no more.
Eloida Capuno
Rabu, 16 Juli 2014
The Dreams of My Heart
"The Dreams of My Heart"
The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;
If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
Like the rain of yesterday.
Sara Teasdale
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The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;
If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
Like the rain of yesterday.
Sara Teasdale
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Rabu, 09 Juli 2014
Moonstruck
Moonstruck
I was talking to the moon
Just the other night,
Telling him how much
I admired his light;
And then without warning,
Much to my dismay,
The moon got all teary-eyed
And asked me to look away;
He said I had no idea
How lonely it gets up there,
Watching lovers all over the world
Every night of the year;
But he quickly recovered
And apologized in shame,
I told him I understood,
Loneliness was my middle name;
We exchanged our stories
Long into the night,
Then the sun came up
And the moon dimmed his light.
But I knew we'd meet again,
We share an emptiness,
And we both hide it well
Under the cover of darkness.
Now we meet each night,
The moon and I,
He seems happier now
From when I first saw him cry;
When I look at the sky,
He's the first thing I see,
And when he looks down,
I know he's looking at me.
And so it goes
Night after night,
I give him my company,
He gives me his light
Lora Colon
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I was talking to the moon
Just the other night,
Telling him how much
I admired his light;
And then without warning,
Much to my dismay,
The moon got all teary-eyed
And asked me to look away;
He said I had no idea
How lonely it gets up there,
Watching lovers all over the world
Every night of the year;
But he quickly recovered
And apologized in shame,
I told him I understood,
Loneliness was my middle name;
We exchanged our stories
Long into the night,
Then the sun came up
And the moon dimmed his light.
But I knew we'd meet again,
We share an emptiness,
And we both hide it well
Under the cover of darkness.
Now we meet each night,
The moon and I,
He seems happier now
From when I first saw him cry;
When I look at the sky,
He's the first thing I see,
And when he looks down,
I know he's looking at me.
And so it goes
Night after night,
I give him my company,
He gives me his light
Lora Colon
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Rabu, 02 Juli 2014
O So Lonely
O So Lonely
O So Lonely
Are the days gone by.
When others enter your life
Then you push them by.
O So Lonely
When you were in control.
To love them or leave them
You were ever so bold.
O So Lonely
While you sit alone.
No one is there
To make your house a home.
O So Lonely
After all the hearts you break.
Did you ever think it was you
Who you'd really forsake?
O So Lonely
When life was just a dare.
You didn't take time to love
You didn't try to care.
O So Lonely
Have you learned the rule?
That its not just about you
But it does take two.
O So Lonely
Why sit and contemplate?
While others enjoy life
Its never too late.
Cecelia Weir
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O So Lonely
Are the days gone by.
When others enter your life
Then you push them by.
O So Lonely
When you were in control.
To love them or leave them
You were ever so bold.
O So Lonely
While you sit alone.
No one is there
To make your house a home.
O So Lonely
After all the hearts you break.
Did you ever think it was you
Who you'd really forsake?
O So Lonely
When life was just a dare.
You didn't take time to love
You didn't try to care.
O So Lonely
Have you learned the rule?
That its not just about you
But it does take two.
O So Lonely
Why sit and contemplate?
While others enjoy life
Its never too late.
Cecelia Weir
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