"barmen" poems - Hello Poetry

When we were kids we had ideas and dreams, Of what we wanted to be. It boiled down to one thing, We wanted to be a somebody. We could go as far as our imagination would let us. And the stars were just figures in the sky, That one day we could reach out and touch. Maybe we just wanted to leave this world a better place, Than when we met it Maybe we just wanted to be remembered for something great. But we grew up. Dreams faded into the ether of the past. And we became what we become. Waitress' and waiters. Callous palmed factory workers. Ticket booth operators. Cleaners, tradesmen and Bus drivers. Barmen, bank clerks and Insurance salemen People that make the world tick. When you walk down the street, You can hear a chorus of unsung hymns. The girl who just wanted to sing. But was too afraid to take to the stage. So her songs remain hers. The unseen kid. Who's got a notebook of broken dreams. But remains alive. Because it's through the ink that his heart beats. Through his words that his thoughts breathe. Or the man who works a job he hates. Just to hold up his family. These people are just living their lives. But these people are somebody to someone Don't let this be just another poem. Don't let these words mean nothing. Their is more in life than being great. Is it not enough to make one person happy. Is it not enough to make yourself happy. Nobody can define you. The walls might not fall but You got to try and make them You can be anything you want to be. Sing like no one's listening. Dance like no one's watching. Shine as bright as you can. You are a somebody. You always have been. And you still have time to be.

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Dec 18, 2009

Dec 18, 2009 at 6:22 AM UTC

mattkh

Somebody

When we were kids we had ideas and dreams, Of what we wanted to be. It boiled down to one thing, We wanted to be a somebody. We could go as far as our imagination would let us. And the stars were just figures in the sky, That one day we could reach out and touch. Maybe we just wanted to leave this world a better place, Than when we met it Maybe we just wanted to be remembered for something great. But we grew up. Dreams faded into the ether of the past. And we became what we become. Waitress' and waiters. Callous palmed factory workers. Ticket booth operators. Cleaners, tradesmen and Bus drivers. Barmen, bank clerks and Insurance salemen People that make the world tick. When you walk down the street, You can hear a chorus of unsung hymns. The girl who just wanted to sing. But was too afraid to take to the stage. So her songs remain hers. The unseen kid. Who's got a notebook of broken dreams. But remains alive. Because it's through the ink that his heart beats. Through his words that his thoughts breathe. Or the man who works a job he hates. Just to hold up his family. These people are just living their lives. But these people are somebody to someone Don't let this be just another poem. Don't let these words mean nothing. Their is more in life than being great. Is it not enough to make one person happy. Is it not enough to make yourself happy. Nobody can define you. The walls might not fall but You got to try and make them You can be anything you want to be. Sing like no one's listening. Dance like no one's watching. Shine as bright as you can. You are a somebody. You always have been. And you still have time to be.

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başım çatlıyor birkaç gündür sirayet ediyor yaşıma kalp ağrısı diyor doktor ağır yükler taşıma biteviye tırlatmış olmalı diye düşünmüş olsa gerek ki bin miligram davul yazmış bir de tokmak ruhuma deng-i kalp vücut bulsun sabah sertliğim sakinleşsin diye halbuki bungee jumping seviyorum ben düzüşmek yükseklerde ve göze almak yere çakılmayı meretin sekiz seviyesinde yoksa corvet teyzenin bir yıldır kullandığı gergedan kokan süngerinden ne farkı kalır geçen yılların yazdığı reçeteyi buruşturup attım çöpe bronx’a gitmeliydim acil uyurken zürefa cebimde mary jane özlemiştir diye düşündüm eski bir pigme masalı zihnimde dışarısı soğuk ve uğulgan karsa sokakta anadan üryan bir taksi bile yoktu etrafta o yüzden daldım bir bara göz gözü görmüyordu kapıda birkaç kafayı bulan adam ve kadınlar bir ton lakırdı vardı kadehlerden taşan ****** mary dedim varsa en sert olanından et yığını biriydi barmen ceza yazan trafik polisine bakar gibi bakıyordum ki bacardim de var dedi arzu ederseniz ****** dedim ağır çekim sigaramın dumanından manhattan’dan mısın diye sordu kadehi uzatırken mardin’liyim dedim hani şu kapısı şen olan anlamadım dedi ben de avukatım gelmeden konuşmam sustu hergele penceredeydi gözüm oysa ince ince yağıyordu kar kırım kongo şeklinde ve ayaklarımdan ateş hızla yol alıyor beynime işte o an ölüm provamı düşledim bir an mary jane defin kortejinde ceviz kaplama gövdem bu yıl değilse gelecek sene diye geçti aklımdan ve çene’deki muhteşem temaşa "işte böyle"... Vaha

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Feb 2, 2019

Feb 2, 2019 at 12:44 PM UTC

Vaha

Mary Jane'e Yürümek

başım çatlıyor birkaç gündür sirayet ediyor yaşıma kalp ağrısı diyor doktor ağır yükler taşıma biteviye tırlatmış olmalı diye düşünmüş olsa gerek ki bin miligram davul yazmış bir de tokmak ruhuma deng-i kalp vücut bulsun sabah sertliğim sakinleşsin diye halbuki bungee jumping seviyorum ben düzüşmek yükseklerde ve göze almak yere çakılmayı meretin sekiz seviyesinde yoksa corvet teyzenin bir yıldır kullandığı gergedan kokan süngerinden ne farkı kalır geçen yılların yazdığı reçeteyi buruşturup attım çöpe bronx’a gitmeliydim acil uyurken zürefa cebimde mary jane özlemiştir diye düşündüm eski bir pigme masalı zihnimde dışarısı soğuk ve uğulgan karsa sokakta anadan üryan bir taksi bile yoktu etrafta o yüzden daldım bir bara göz gözü görmüyordu kapıda birkaç kafayı bulan adam ve kadınlar bir ton lakırdı vardı kadehlerden taşan ****** mary dedim varsa en sert olanından et yığını biriydi barmen ceza yazan trafik polisine bakar gibi bakıyordum ki bacardim de var dedi arzu ederseniz ****** dedim ağır çekim sigaramın dumanından manhattan’dan mısın diye sordu kadehi uzatırken mardin’liyim dedim hani şu kapısı şen olan anlamadım dedi ben de avukatım gelmeden konuşmam sustu hergele penceredeydi gözüm oysa ince ince yağıyordu kar kırım kongo şeklinde ve ayaklarımdan ateş hızla yol alıyor beynime işte o an ölüm provamı düşledim bir an mary jane defin kortejinde ceviz kaplama gövdem bu yıl değilse gelecek sene diye geçti aklımdan ve çene’deki muhteşem temaşa "işte böyle"... Vaha

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Is it weird to hallucinate wind chimes? twinkle twinkle, they go - twinkle, twinkle I didn't eat breakfast but went straight to church, out of the sun and into the stone. I lit one candle and it shone on the rack. I am sitting behind myself, a teenager coughing emeralds into a wet tissue, raging with flu. Over there, I am ten years old. All of these me's, bursting in the silence, finding excuses not to pray. ten am walked to the cafe to watch ten thousand beating hearts carried like luggage - one girl has bought an orange and is eating it right in front of me- It slipped down her neck one piece at a time. I suppose it's quite intimate to watch someone eat an orange like that. Dutch guy (I think Dutch, but god knows) on the phone with a very, very, very nice **** and a tattoo going up his arm that sort of looks like a vine. walked some more and dunked my head in the fountain to cool off, already dry and sitting in the park music everywhere I can't get that piano piece out of my head, 'The Entertainer' and also that bit from ****** 'all the stars and the cars and the bars and the barmen' or something like that. hello love, would you mind a good seeing to? not tonight sweetcheeks, I utterly loathe you I am aching everywhere. Do I look mad or heartbroken or both? if he doesn't call by one then (what? what are you actually going to do about it you stupid **** The key to good mental health is to avoid thinking at any cost and don't go anywhere when you have nowhere to go.

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Jul 6, 2014

Jul 6, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC

a-mareship

notes from a friday

Is it weird to hallucinate wind chimes? twinkle twinkle, they go - twinkle, twinkle I didn't eat breakfast but went straight to church, out of the sun and into the stone. I lit one candle and it shone on the rack. I am sitting behind myself, a teenager coughing emeralds into a wet tissue, raging with flu. Over there, I am ten years old. All of these me's, bursting in the silence, finding excuses not to pray. ten am walked to the cafe to watch ten thousand beating hearts carried like luggage - one girl has bought an orange and is eating it right in front of me- It slipped down her neck one piece at a time. I suppose it's quite intimate to watch someone eat an orange like that. Dutch guy (I think Dutch, but god knows) on the phone with a very, very, very nice **** and a tattoo going up his arm that sort of looks like a vine. walked some more and dunked my head in the fountain to cool off, already dry and sitting in the park music everywhere I can't get that piano piece out of my head, 'The Entertainer' and also that bit from ****** 'all the stars and the cars and the bars and the barmen' or something like that. hello love, would you mind a good seeing to? not tonight sweetcheeks, I utterly loathe you I am aching everywhere. Do I look mad or heartbroken or both? if he doesn't call by one then (what? what are you actually going to do about it you stupid **** The key to good mental health is to avoid thinking at any cost and don't go anywhere when you have nowhere to go.

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Falling asleep on the pavement I think of all the seamstresses I’ve met The barmen that I’ve talked to The fishermen waving to me from the ocean It occurs that there are stars Mingling in the minds of my memories And the distance between my friends Wandering the silent world Rusted and littered the sidewalks We still kicked the cans and laughed Hustling through the burns of the wave Making it through the day Lying on the gravel, I See the trains of the passers-by Rushing to their stations, adjourning Riveting to another impression The inference of question, treason There was no need for us to speak Because it haunted always from within And we knew it and we threw it as such Dying on the ground, I know The reaches of the dusty universe The follies of the ground of man Circling in the woods again.

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Jun 28, 2010

Jun 28, 2010 at 7:27 AM UTC

helios-rietberg

Woods

Falling asleep on the pavement I think of all the seamstresses I’ve met The barmen that I’ve talked to The fishermen waving to me from the ocean It occurs that there are stars Mingling in the minds of my memories And the distance between my friends Wandering the silent world Rusted and littered the sidewalks We still kicked the cans and laughed Hustling through the burns of the wave Making it through the day Lying on the gravel, I See the trains of the passers-by Rushing to their stations, adjourning Riveting to another impression The inference of question, treason There was no need for us to speak Because it haunted always from within And we knew it and we threw it as such Dying on the ground, I know The reaches of the dusty universe The follies of the ground of man Circling in the woods again.

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