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  • Steve O (9/26/2013 1:29:00 AM) Post reply

    I know exactly who wrote that poem. It was written by a guy in my sociology class at Foothill College back in May of 2002. His name was David Otero. He went to Foothill College at that time and wrote it for a Sociology assignment. Don't remember exactly what the assignment was but I know exactly who wrote it. He was a totally funny guy. Surprised everyone when he read it to the class. Completely showed another side of himself. Not too many guys I know write like that. If anyone knows of his whereabouts, give him a shout-out! And you know prof's make sure that it was not plagiarized.

  • Thu Nguyen (9/25/2013 9:18:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hi, can you please help me to find the writer's name for this poem, its starts with these lines:

    " I closed my eyes, didn’t want to see
    Believed the lies you said to me
    You played a game, I played along
    But now I know I was not the only one

    You treated me just like a fool
    I was in love, you shake my soul
    The way you touched, I never knew before
    Can’t lose you, no, don’t close the door"

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    • Laura Burns (9/26/2013 4:19:00 PM) Post reply

      Those are the lyrics to the song " Love Is Blind" by Herman Rarebell, performed by the Scorpions.

  • Alan Wheadon (9/24/2013 4:07:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hello, can you help please. I'm trying to find the name of the writer of a poem which starts with the lines:

    Where is he now I cannot say
    The world has many a place of light
    Perhaps the sun's eyelashes dance
    On his, to give them both delight,

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    • Laura Burns (9/24/2013 9:44:00 AM) Post reply

      W. H. Davies wrote this poem, entitled " Where She Is Now."

  • Betty Woody (9/22/2013 3:51:00 PM) Post reply

    I am looking for a poem that has " pacman eating pills and chasing ghosts" could anyone help please. Thank you

  • Willis Oreilly (9/21/2013 4:33:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    it was sung by 5th dimention my spelling is not good it was left on a church door 17th century no name on it called desarata

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  • Cindi Willig (9/15/2013 7:35:00 PM) Post reply

    I had to learn a poem for school back in the late 1970's. I can not remember if it was in a text book or a book of poetry for elementary children. The poem was, if I remember correctly, called " The Smell of Wood Smoke" . I believe it started out " Wood smoke has the nicest smell and lots of stories it can tell" . I think another part was something like " lovers holding hands and making plans" or " dreaming dreams and making plans" . Every fall, I think of this poem and start searching anew. Thank you for time and help.

  • Kyla Perry (9/15/2013 12:48:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hi. My Gran (90 yrs) remembers learning this part of a poem, she thinks the author was Allan Paton, or Allan Junior, please help. Gran can remember the following: some men thank God for the day that is done, but I thank him rather for one begun, for the chance to live as I know I should, and with his good grace as I know I could. So I face the world each morn anew, glad of the work I have to do. The work that tests and trains and try's what manner of spirit within me lies. The work that shows to the men I meet the man I shall be at the Judgement seat.

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    • Laura Burns (9/15/2013 5:20:00 PM) Post reply

      Here is the poem: THE NEW DAY Some men thank God for a day that is done; I thank Him rather for one begun, For the chance to live as I feel I should, And with His good grace, as I know ... more

  • Georgia Bentley (9/12/2013 7:19:00 AM) Post reply

    I'm looking for a poem I studied a few years ago. I can't remember specific lines, nor title nor author, but the poem was centered around a library, possibly after the end of the world, I think there was mention of humans having left earth, and it was about the decay of the books and how it was being forgotten. Any ideas?

  • Jordan Wilson (9/10/2013 8:24:00 PM) Post reply

    Hi all,

    Looking for a poem my Grandfather recited to me many years ago - can't recall verse, structure or author, only a vague outline of the content. A big ask I know, but I have tried typing the general premise in to various search engines without any success, so I come to this community on my knees. Please help!

    The poem is about a young boy excited to be given a slingshot or air rifle, he then takes it outside and kills a sparrow. The big line is something about him wounding his own heart with the weapon. Will be very thankful to whoever can figure this out.

    Many thanks,
    Jordan

  • Abubakar Abdulkadir (9/10/2013 5:10:00 AM) Post reply

    DEFLOWERED GIRL
    I wish an angel descend the sky
    To save my juvenile body
    From the yab of these beasts
    Who played hide and seek
    With my pride
    Will i again ever have my say
    In the midst of my peers
    When i no more can lay claim
    On my chastity with a swear?
    How long will this memory last
    Feasting on my joys, forever?
    Forever?Let me die
    Than live with this 'beast mark'
    Mounted on my brow
    You beast better take my life
    As you do to my virginity
    I can't stand stinking gobs
    Spitting venom on my face
    Knowing that i am a deflowered girl
    A symbol of dilemma
    Oh death!
    Come ease my pains

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