Quotes about flipped, page 6
That Someone
i don't understand
why would you lead me into liking someone
if only u know that i'm not going to get anything i want from that person
it's funny how i thought it wouldn't be serious
but then again
everything flipped
i guess i was wrong
because i don't know how
but my feelings grew
it's funny how i would always think about that person
wonder if that person thinks of me
the way i think of them
and because of that i would love to read minds
just see if i could have a peek of his
whats funny is that i feel like no one makes me happy like the way he makes me feel
i would love just to erase everything in this world
and just keep him
because that would be the one thing that would make me feel satisfied
poem by Yoelina Peralta
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Doom and Gloom
The numbered pages on the day calendar
are being flipped over with trepidation.
The days are shorter since the trouble began
and there's no way to end this situation.
The population are being kept in the dark
about the Earth's rotation and its rate.
Every hour of the clock is still decreasing,
and we're moving towards the end of our fate.
The news says the planet's dangerously spinning
and we are staring disaster in the face.
We're going too fast to sustain life as we know it
and it's likely we'll be thrown into space.
We could leave the 'Milky Way' far behind us,
and maybe become swallowed by a black hole.
All proof of our existence could vanish forever,
there'll be no past and no future to unfold.
poem by Orlando Belo
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If We All Were Like Children
Once there came a child approaching a gentle brook,
Dipping his hands into the water, a small fish he took.
It wiggled, and squirmed, freedom it did seek,
It made the child laugh, and squeak.
Then playing opossum it lay still, and pretended was no more,
the child lay the fish upon the rocky shore.
The fish knowing it was almost free,
flipped up in the air with child like glee.
The child tried to grab it back up,
but the fish very quickly kept flipping up.
It hit the water, and off it did swim,
the child shrugged his shoulders, and gave up on him.
Attention being short, the child saw a bug,
ran off to catch it, and give it a hug.
If everyone were in their hearts like children we see,
then the Earth would be Heaven, and life would be free.
poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
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The Sunday News
Looking for something in the Sunday paper,
I flipped by accident through Local Weddings,
Yet missed the photograph until I saw
your name among the headings.
And there you were, looking almost unchanged,
Your hair still long, though now long out of style,
And you still wore that stiff and serious look
You called a smile.
I felt as though we sat there face to face.
My stomach tightened. I read the item through.
It said too much about both families,
Too little about you.
Finished at last, I threw the paper down,
Stung by jealousy, my mind aflame,
Hating this man, this stranger whom you loved,
This printed name.
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poem by Dana Gioia
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i Saw a Woman
i saw a woman
Dancing on her grave
She smiled and sang
La la lee
La la lo
La la lee
La la lo
She picked up Death's cat
By tail & twirled the thing
La la lee
La la lo
Death watched curriously
How this thing could be
La la lee
He scratched his head
La la lo
The woman looked back at Death
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poem by Deci Hernandez
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Sydney
The ship has docked in Sydney harbour officials
have come and gone now the ship is eerily silent,
yet noisy slamming of doors and someone taking
a shower…laughter. How can I sleep tonight with
the engine stopped? How can I read and not hear
human bravura? Sod it all, someone strums a guitar,
and I hear the fizzing sound of canned beer flipped
open. No this can´t go on better go ashore, a bar,
drink a few schooners, try joining the hubbub of man
at ease and not think of the sea, dolphins blue,
white crested waves and the hum of the sea goddess,
that teases me for my cowardice for not taking
the plunge and be as beautiful as the seascape of my
impossible dreams. Easy, tomorrow will be a mundane
Tuesday and we, if the dockers do not strike, should
be bound for Brisbane where the beer tastes the same,
of amalgamated breweries. Yet, despite my lack of fine
culture, I saw Sidney opera house casting dignified light
into the bay…
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Meeting
The ox-team and the automobile
Stood face to face on the long red road,
The long red road was narrow
At the turn of the hill,
And below was the sun-dancing river
Afoam over the rocks.
The mild-mannered beasts stood par, chewing their cud.
The stubble-bearded man from the mountains,
Rustier than his wagon,
Unmoving eyed the proud chauffeur.
The little ragged girl,
With sun-bleached hair,
Sitting on a ahrd, yellow-powdrey bag,
Looked across at the smart motor hats of the ladies,
And their chiffon scarfs
That the light breeze fingered.
The proud chauffeur blew his horn,
But nothing moved-
Except the foaming, sun-dancing river down below.
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poem by Harriet Monroe
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A Noticeably Aging School Yard Game
There comes a time in one's life,
No matter how they were raised...
And who wasn't there to attend their graduations.
That a placing fault and blame on someone else,
Becomes a noticeably aging school yard game.
Even to those children presently in elementary school.
Conversations based on consentual sex,
And baiting hatred between races...
Just to avoid things they way they are,
To feed an encouragement of more conflicts...
Is a sign of minds out of time and function.
And an observation of this is not a wish but in existence.
People have flipped out of their minds.
And it may be contributed to their diets.
Or a lack of daily exercise.
But whatever it is this can not be dismissed for what it is,
No one is in a position to accuse someone else,
Of being envious of their standards or lifestyles.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mowing Over More Woes
Leave me with my rubber duckie,
In my bathtub feeling lucky.
These days we live right now are suckie.
And can make one feel so yucky!
With a nitpick, sticky, pricking fit,
That can make one go ballistic quick.
Time alone at home is wanted.
So I disconnect the phone.
Just to sit in quietness,
Away from lip flipped arguments.
To relax and feel free...
To sip,
On a cup of tea!
These days we live right now are suckie.
And can make one feel so yucky!
But when I rub my rubber duckie,
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Mind In Mad Dog Blues Has Flipped
Stale and paling stares surround
The clown upon the sweating ground
His mask slow dripping out of place
A relic of the human race.
All time is lost when time is found
And crawling there without a sound
In wisdom he shall keep his faith
And maybe one day find his face.
The wax has dripped
The surface slipped
My mind in mad dog blues has flipped
And left here gripped
Ripped and stoned
I build my throne of human bone
I cry I sigh and try to fail
I sail the seas I wish to sail.
I am the lord of destiny
As life it lives inside of me
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poem by David Lacey
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