Don't be Crushed
You're where all the poets go
You're where all the ashes blow
You're the kind of maker
That makes the whole world come true
My baby she's inside me now
I made her a place to settle down
It's close to my heart, she likes the sound
It's twenty minutes out of town
Airline water breaking fast
In New York city, low on cash
Another week and you'll be back
And you'll be staying home at last
But don't act broken even when you're broken
It's just one of those things
Thank god you're timeless cause my watch got stolen
It's the good stuff that you bring
Don't be crushed
This city will always bug you baby
I know for me it does the same
It's pretty I suppose from inside a plane
That's heading for another place
But wave and blow me one more kiss
You're a dead eye, baby you never miss
There's not much else as sweet as this
I waved so hard I broke my wrist
But don't act broken even when you're broken
It's just one of those things
Thank god you're timeless
Cause my watch got stolen
It's the good stuff that you bring
Don't be crushed
By Hawksley Workman
You're where all the poets go
You're where all the ashes blow
You're the kind of maker
That makes the whole world come true
My baby she's inside me now
I made her a place to settle down
It's close to my heart, she likes the sound
It's twenty minutes out of town
Airline water breaking fast
In New York city, low on cash
Another week and you'll be back
And you'll be staying home at last
But don't act broken even when you're broken
It's just one of those things
Thank god you're timeless cause my watch got stolen
It's the good stuff that you bring
Don't be crushed
This city will always bug you baby
I know for me it does the same
It's pretty I suppose from inside a plane
That's heading for another place
But wave and blow me one more kiss
You're a dead eye, baby you never miss
There's not much else as sweet as this
I waved so hard I broke my wrist
But don't act broken even when you're broken
It's just one of those things
Thank god you're timeless
Cause my watch got stolen
It's the good stuff that you bring
Don't be crushed
By Hawksley Workman
- Last seen on Dec 18 9:57 AM 2008. Member since July 26, 2004.
- I'm a malachite opening poet for 447 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Shamelessly Giddy".
- I am a 23 year old girl (Canada)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a biologist.
- I have 447 comments, 12 contests, 66 poems
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StarGrrl on November 29, 2008Hey, just wanted to comment on the contest you held, that closed November 5th. Great contest, i held a couple of these once. Can't wait to see your next one...of to read some of your poetry
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Gaffer on May 26, 2006Hi Zahhar,
There are basically three reasons I chose the name Gaffer. Firstly, it's a reference to Sam Gamgee's father in The Lord of the Rings (Sam's father Hamfast Gamgee is better know as the Gaffer, or Gaffer Gamgee). Secondly, I'm a little odd, and like to do things that are unexpected. It probably would have been expected of me, a young woman, to choose an LotR reference like Lady Galadriel, or whatever. I like the fact that "Gaffer" doesn't describe me at all.
And lastly, I can't stand names that are overly long and complicated or a bunch of words strung together like thepoeticsoulofdarkness. Bleh. One word is all I need. Gaffer. It's short and to the point. -
Zahhar on May 26, 2006it's funny. with a logon id like "Gaffer", i had in my mind's eye a crusty old man. lol then i get here and here's this young female cool-colored eyeball peering out at me. why crusty old man from the logon id? you can blame mr. service (you're canadian, so i'm willing to bet you know who i'm talking about):
The Centenarians
by Robert Service
I asked of ancient gaffers three
The way of their ripe living,
And this is what they told to me
Without Misgiving.
The First: 'The why I've lived so long,
To my fond recollection
Is that for women, wine and song
I've had a predilection.
Full many a bawdy stave I've sung
With wenches of my choosing,
But of the joys that kept me young
The best was boozing.'
The Second: 'I'm a sage revered
Because I was a fool
And with the bourgeon of my beard
I kept my ardour cool.
On health I have conserved my hold
By never dissipating:
And that is why a hundred old
I'm celebrating.'
The Third: 'The explanation I
Have been so long a-olding,
Is that to wash I never try,
Despite conjugal scolding.
I hate the sight of soap and so
I seldom change my shirt:
Believe me, Brother, there is no
Preservative like dirt.'
So there you have the reasons three
Why age may you rejoice:
Booze, squalour and temerity,--
Well, you may take your choice.
Yet let me say, although it may
Your egoism hurt,
Of all the three it seems to me
The best is DIRT. -
Gaffer on May 26, 2006thanks Zahhar
And yup, it's my eye
Gaffer
