Quotes about flipped, page 9
Listen to my voice my lost love
Listen to my voice my lost love
Within me it pants and cries loud for you
From the depth of my soul my sighs reach above
Wherever you are; for you I endlessly rue
Listen my love in far land to my heart's throbs
Wherever you are in this wide wonder globe
Within me rages the tempest of your sweet memory
Since long you left, you abandoned me in agonizing misery
There was a time I remember when you were kind
When your voices were softly waving into my mind
And their words gently inspiring and inviting
To yield these divine thoughts so exciting
There was a time when love for us was blind
And the whole world was a dreaming song
And the song was lastly maddening
Then it all crashing went wrong
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poem by Isaac Ziv
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The Spitfire
‘Scramble! '
‘Take the lead, Blue Leader, '
Spat the voice on the R/T,
While the ground crew pulled the chocks
Another plugged the battery,
Then the prop was turning over
And the Merlin roared to life
As the pilot, Michael Adams,
Kissed the picture of his wife!
They had only just been married
On a sudden 36,
They had just one night together
Then raced back to face the blitz,
She to work the board, the plotter,
He to fly, and do his best,
There were twelve of them together
Flying over Sheerness!
There were Dorniers and Junkers
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poem by David Lewis Paget
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The Devil On The Tree
It was coming on up to Christmas
When I received an unusual text,
‘We're travelling round the country and
We thought we'd visit you next.'
It was signed Giselle, the cousin from Hell,
And I shook right down to my boots,
For ‘we' meant daughter Annabelle Leigh
With a reputation to suit.
I think she was sired by a Demon down
In the Seventh Circle of Hell,
She'd never been smacked, not even a tap
When she'd scream, and shout and yell,
Her mother was one of those wussy types
Who'd studied psychology,
Was into behaviour models, rather
Than putting her over her knee.
They came with their bag and baggage, said
They'd only be here for a month,
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poem by David Lewis Paget
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Thy Will Be Done!
I always thought that Jean La Mare was strange,
Gave me the creeps,
With lank, uncared for russet hair
And eyes with depths and deeps,
She hung her head when walking by
Wore dresses to her shins,
She had no friends at school, at lunch
Sat by the rubbish bins.
Her father was the picture of a
Martinet of old,
Bolt upright, at attention he
Would rant at her, and scold.
An Army Colonel, long retired
His wife dead in the ground,
His thoughts for bringing daughters up
Were ancient, and profound.
She dared not answer back, nor baulk
At anything he said,
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poem by David Lewis Paget
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I'm at It Again-2
If there’s anything I’ve missed a lot;
It’s mostly one thing – being me.
To stare at the stars, I’ve missed a lot.
Same with being at peace with the calm sea.
I’ve missed my usual melancholic solo ride;
And the its fruit of labour, many a rhyme.
I’ve lost all my creative, poetic pride.
No thanks to that singular element, time.
Pardon my cliché, had to make both ends meet,
Had to 9-to-5 daily like a cop on his beat.
For my daily bread, I toiled total tenacity.
After all, that’s why I left the village, for the city.
But with it came a cycle, in nature, vicious
Dried up the drive that has once been luscious;
It was wake up, sleep, wake up, toil, eat, sleep.
And my boss was my alarm – it’s maniacal beep.
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poem by Victor Okey Nwatu
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Those Nights I Went Out With A Butcher's Knife
Those nights I went out with a butcher's knife
down the dark alley between our house
and the triplex next door, twelve years old,
my courage running down my leg, to stab
a full grown pervert running down the back stairs
when you flipped the porch lights on to spotlight
the spider stealing your panties off the clothesline,
onto my green gladiolus of a Spanish short sword
that hadn't tasted the blood of its first blossom yet,
I don't want to remember this anymore.
I don't want to be estranged from my own childhood
by garbage cans that look like dangerous men in the moonlight.
When I think of those days, there's a pervasive grey
that saturates everything like a cold fog,
and all my emotions are black oilspills on the concrete.
And all my insights come to me with a shock
like unknown eyes peering through the mail slot
you eventually boarded up like a plague door on the inside.
I watched the stardust of my innocence blow away
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poem by Patrick White
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A Man
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His
dinner dishes were undone, his breakfast dishes were undone, he needed a shave, and ash
from his rolled cigarettes dropped onto his undershirt. Some of the ash was still burning.
Sometimes the burning ash missed the undershirt and hit his skin, then he cursed, brushing
it away. There was a knock on the trailer door. He got slowly to his feet and answered the
door. It was Constance. She had a fifth of unopened whiskey in a bag.
"George, I left that son of a bitch, I couldn't stand that son of a bitch
anymore."
"Sit down."
George opened the fifth, got two glasses, filled each a third with whiskey, two thirds
with water. He sat down on the bed with Constance. She took a cigarette out of her purse
and lit it. She was drunk and her hands trembled.
"I took his damn money too. I took his damn money and split while he was at work.
You don't know how I've suffered with that son of a bitch." "
Lemme have a smoke," said George. She handed it to him and as she leaned near,
George put his arm around her, pulled her over and kissed her.
"You son of a bitch," she said, "I missed you."
"I miss those good legs of yours , Connie. I've really missed those good
legs."
"You still like 'em?"
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poem by Charles Bukowski
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Flipped
Cast: Rebecca De Mornay, Aidan Quinn, Madeline Carroll, Anthony Edwards, Penelope Ann Miller
trailer for Flipped, directed by Rob Reiner (2010)
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You Dont Know What Love Is
Don raye / gene depaul
You dont know what love is
Until youve learned the meaning of the blues
Until youve loved a love youve had to lose
You dont know what love is
You dont know how lips hurt
Until youve kissed and had to pay the cost
Until youve flipped your heart and you have lost
You dont know what love is
song performed by Billie Holiday
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Rock Star Land
Christmas break of ninety eight just flipped me upside down
One coast out to the other following the sound
Headed west to get the best of what we all knew then
One ocean to another waves come crashing down
Carrying just me aunt Stephanie she held my hand
Told me why I was
Blazing down that highway on my way to Rock Star Land
California
song performed by Yellowcard from One For The Kids
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