Best We Can Work It Out Poems
Battle of the Sexes
A Collaboration Between: Pandita Sanchez and Eric L. Boddie
As beautiful and smart as you are,
you always seem to take it too far.
I know some of it is just;
but there is still so much that never needed to be discussed.
It could be that you too often misunderstand me,
overcomplicating and seeing life differently.
They say men are from Mars and women from Venus,
so things will never be simplified between us.
Tell me, what am I to think -
I mean, your mood changes within a blink;
so much emotion can sometimes get in the way,
you like pushing buttons - what's that shade of gray?
One minute you say that I’m too emotional;
then when I prove to be your equal, you call me irrational.
Is it just that I’m way too much woman for you?
And, perhaps, you really don’t have a clue?
There you go again thinking you are all that;
that's the reason we are always off track.
I love everything about you, but I tire of the stress;
and I can't calm you down unless I get you undressed.
See that's exactly what I'm talking about -
resorting to caveman tactics makes you believe you have clout;
but you're no longer a boy, so you should know better, Boo,
you're wearing me out with your commitment issue.
You see, I just can't ever win.
So don't stand there trying to pretend
like you are faultless in all of this;
but the blame always hits me - it has never missed.
While I admit that I’m not totally blameless,
I’ve been the one who‘s always willing to do more while you do less.
In fact, like Rodin’s ‘Thinker’ you just brood over our problems;
but I’m the mover and shaker who actually tries to solve them.
You know what? I am done with all this…
I mean, you know I am addicted to your sweet kiss
which, consequently, makes arguments hard to resist,
all because there is not a feature about you I want to miss.
So please just let me say -
the indifferences need to end, and let's start anew today.
Well we don’t need to be arguing all the time sinking into quicksand,
if like two adults, we address concerns before they get out of hand.
But in spite of what our differences may be,
I know we love each other to the nth degree;
and in the end, we know we’re worth it, and we’ll see,
man and woman, we can work it out together, Baby, you and me.
"Come together right now over me,"the Beatles.
"Come together right now over me."
"Let there be peace on earth and let
it begin with me."
These are the troubled times that try men's and women's souls.
Injustices and discrimination's exist in The United States,
And around the world! Economic and/or social discrimination,
Imprisonment and harassment are being filled with an
Explosive flame all over our land. Leaving the survivors
To pick up the pieces and rebuild again!
We need to put down our weapons, our guns and our
Senseless acts of violence. Their is a violent civil
War raging throughout our nation. When acts of
Injustices happen. Pitting American against our
Brothers and Sisters. We need freedom of
Opinions and ideas. "A house divided
Against itself can not stand."
"We can work it out. Life is very short and there's
No time for fusing and fighting my friends."The Beatles.
"We need to declare times of fasting and prayer,
repentance, forgiveness and healing. Resulting
and accomplishing reconciliation. Human life is
valuable And a terrible thing to waste! "Thou shalt
Not kill!" "Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thy self."
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 02, 2020
I've recorded the song, which you can hear here:
I did vocals and guitar - Sung to the tune of "We Can Work it Out"
What a TV Show
American Idol
There’s so many loonies seeking fortune
and fame
But I’m suicidal
Paula Abdul’s gone and Ellen’s just not the same
What a tv show!
What a tv show!
Some of them have talent
Many more are fruitcakes who love to screech
and howl
Oh so brave and gallant
‘Til they’re subjected to the snide remarks of
Simon Cowell
What a tv show!
What a tv show!
For every Clay Aiken, 10,000 Sanjayas
Are making an awful sound
You’re much mistaken if your burning desire’s
To hear Larry sing “Pants on the Ground”
Can I find a reason
To withstand my co-workers gentle rebukes
Yet every season
I tune in for more zany crazy tone deaf kooks
What a tv show!
What a tv show!
For every Fantasia, 10,000 William Hungs
Eagerly wait in the wings
They’ll amaze ya, these delusional throngs
Tell me why do we enjoy such things?
American Idol
There’s a bunch of loonies seeking fortune
and fame
Think I need a Midol
Good or bad, next year we won’t remember their names
What a tv show!
What a tv show!
For John Heck's "Beatlemania" Contest - The Beatles "We Can Work it Out"
Can a man tolerate an incarcerate?
Madly in love with a madwoman
Throughout the investigation; Prior to the incarceration she's reflective
Two years on the verge of being wasted like Iron Maiden single "Wasted Years"
Additional two daughters she conceived not to mention she needs help supporting her two daughters "Homeless Agencies"
Two daughters means double the "Needs and Wants"
Two daughters means twice repeating the lady "Do's and Don'ts"
Repeatedly, she crosses her legs like a foreleg mantis as if in prayer
She prays for financial support, not willing to be a Hoe at Davenport (Davenport Hotel)
Scrolled through her cellular contacts and called close relatives her normal emergency contacts
Asked Steve, Keith, and her lovers longtime friend Daisuke he's a Japanese
All three smacked their teeth
Ironically Daisuke smacked his teeth on account of in Japanese the meaning of Daisuke is "BIG HELP"
As a mighty breeze passes a cry in the wind passed a message," Perpetually I'll Bless You like a allergic symptom sneeze
Stressing continuously over occurrences its mind-boggling she doesn't believe
Biting a forbidden fruit the fruit of lies first like Eve
Eventually she deceives her incarcerated lover and becomes aware of nakedness after she sinned
An act of independence, survival, an act of the Holy Bible
A social science woman is she her sexual desire an experiment, Puzzling for a woman to make known to a incarcerated man she broke her commitment
In no way shape or form a mistake, only a meant, you went along with it didn't it
After she risked everything and made known the fearful news both were thinking walk a mile in my shoes
But that gut-feeling she must of had waiting on his comment
FACT: He was wondering what Bruh "Cum Meant"
Did you do this out of shortage of cents or perfects?
Impossible to shop for love I guess taking care of our two daughters was where the money was spent
Baby my point of view is I'm pointing butterfingers at (U)
Tell the world I'm coming home as you already knew, and maybe we can work it out something brand-new, because Carrie KaeKae James after I read this poem I changed my mans point of view
- Loverboi
We can work it out
If not together
And all else fails
Than surely alone
Without suffering the total and
utter indignity
Of our loved one seeing our tears
of pain drain from our red cracked
blistered eyes
Whom will eventually trickle down
either side of our uneven listening faces
That cannot though best we may try to
hide exactly how broken into countless
tiny pieces in actuality it is
Whilst still pretending to carry on
regardless as if we do not have a
care in the world
And that's all well and good as long
as it is day and has not passed over
to night
Because unfortunately sadly then when
we eventually go to bed
The realization comes crashing in that
it is all but you and your head for constant
company
And the pair of you cannot for the life
of you
Work out anything as simple as
1 + 1
Without them never mind you
We can work it out!
Just look deep within yourself
summon up your guts;
Nothing is impossible,
let your ideas run wild.
Small pieces of driftwood
on the beach this morning
still wet to touch
with shapes and smells of salty wonder
Cautiously I move
Carefully I sift
I find a lucky piece on the high tide line
lovingly place it in my pocket
take it home
put it in a special place and watched it for a while
It doesn’t change
It stays lucky
It has a ledge along one side like tongue-and-groove board
a bevel on the opposing side
and a hole in the centre near the top like a keyhole
suggesting that it may have been part of a door
A lucky door perhaps
or a door to a magic kingdom
I feel a bit like a happy dog who has found a new stick
or a five year old
who has just realised that small pieces of wood
can serve some kind of important mystic purpose
If only we can work it out
We need to work this out
Lucky things can often exhibit magical tendencies
They fill our imaginations with unique thoughts
Adults can only think this way
when they think the way dogs and children do
We need to get it right
Let’s try to get this right
And for those of you who don’t believe in magic
and feel that magic plays no part in their lives
I will perform this small act of verbal prestidigitation
I will transform this piece of lucky driftwood into a poem
By the power of ancient spirits
I cast this driftwood spell for you
Some of the little things
That tried to brake us apart
Should of made us strong in our hearts
Because you are the love of my life
I love being your wife
I treasure all our moments together
It is the funny things
That you do, makes me smile
And life is good with you
That our love can last awhile
(Chorus)
Between you and me
We can make our love right
Between you and me
And we can love each other
Between you and me
We can last forever
When we started out
Others and they had there doubts
They said we wouldn't make it
Between you and me
We can work out the mistakes
Together we can work it out
Together we can make it
Threw all the hard times, rough roads
We've climbed over mountians
Carried some heavey loads
Together we are rasing a family
And my sisters to
And if we have arguments
Between you and me
Realize we all make mistakes
But it takes us to make it right
( Repeat chours)
Some of the little things
That tried to brake us apart
Should of made us strong in our hearts
Because you are the love of my life
I love being your wife
I treasure all our moments together
It is the funny things
That you do makes me smile
And life is good with you
That our love can last awhile
Between you and me
When you point a finger
There's three that's pointing back.
I was taught as a nipper,and I have learnt just that
To stand and judge another, you must be squeaky clean
And even then,who put you on a pedastool to be my king or Queen.
As to err is human,but to forgive sublime
And I have to live with my actions,its not your life its mine.
Until you've walked another's shoes,
how can you say which path you'd choose.
I try to treat others the best that I can,
can't be doing with judges ,they're against natures plan.
As with the laws of chaos,there's a very fine line,
Between love and hate,good and bad,sunlight and moonshine.
I have to take, whatever I have coming,
to forgive myself first,its about mindful knowing.
I do know people judge, when they feel guilt themselves,
cause its easier to point at others,then breaking down their own shells.
So if you've got a problem, come out and say it straight.
To hold inside and fester,will only create hate.
Then when its laid before us, we can work it out,
sometimes we gotta cry, laugh ,talk and shout.
Then we can leave the judges,to stand in their great courts,
to wear their robes and silly wigs, and treat their lowers worse than pigs.
And I'll answer to the goddess,and her crazy plan,
and I'll carry on being, exactly who I am.
Love Remains
Written By: Justin Neal Sutterfield
This is a question I ask myself everyday
My life with you is like a dream that I pray never ends
Feb. 02, 2005
If this dream was to ever fall apart
If I ever had to start all over from the beginning
Could you, would you still be my lover
If all I had was to fade away
Would you hold my hand
Would you stay
When I’m down
And I feel all alone
Would you still be the one I call my own
As for me there would be no question
My only dream is you and me forever
I’ll stat happy as long as we stay together
No matter what the weather
We can work it out
On this I have no doubt
And as long as there is a breath in this chest
My love for you will never rest
And as long as blood pumps through these vein’s
My love for you remains
I didn’t walk away from you
I walked away from me
Please don’t ever think it’s easy
It brings me to my knees
There’s not a minute of my day
When you’re not on my mind
This endless heartbreaks never fading
You’re with me all the time
I wanted to be there with you
I wanted to be there with you
When the storms of life are raging
I wanted to be there with you
I wanted to be there with you
When you needed your hand held
Help pick up every broken piece
This has me shattered myself
As you passed me just today
My apprehension grew
Every emotion came flooding back
The hardest part is facing truth
I wanted to be there with you
I wanted to be there with you
I know I’ve never been the one
It was time I faced the truth
It’s not easier but yet somehow
Maybe someday we can work it out
As for me I guess I’m bowing out
It was time I face the truth
I wanted to be there with you
I wanted to be there with you
I know I’ve never been the one
It was time I faced the truth
I know I’ve never been the one
It was time I faced the truth
The phone was attached within the hallway of the house, she told me “We need to talk about something important”, “it’s so important that we need to meet”.
On the middle of the bridge in Thornhill, travelling to school, “I don’t know how to tell you, but I have an STI”. Her mother confirmed it as they had been to the clinic together, it was from me. “It’s ok as my mum and I have sorted it out.”, “better get yourself checked now.”
We had been together for six years, she was bi-sexual, but I didn’t know what that meant. On the bridge I knew that I was dirty, never learnt to wash, I could not even afford my own clothes, but the wind was blowing in my face. “We can work it out”, again “as my mum knows.”.
I forever apologised for two further years. She was my first girlfriend, my first love and they only one I knew. She was the first girl with an imagination.
t’s a little too late with too much hate,
In this world we’re living.
People don’t take the time to hear freedom bells chime,
It’s all taking and no giving.
Now we need a flower child to make it a little better.
Say you’ve paid your dues gonna sing the blues,
That’s what it’s all about.
You say a prayer tonight hoping you’ll see the light,
Then you just scream and shout.
If you know a flower child would you go and get her?
Through thousands of years and millions of tears,
Human respect is stalling.
Because you want you way,got to have it every day,
That is why mankind is falling.
Find us a flower child and send her a letter.
We need to be kind I know the people won’t mind,
They say pray without cease.
So don’t forget the past cause the future won’t last,
All we need is love and peace.
When we find a flower child we can work it out together!
MARTY L WEST
One thing in common
There are different factions
In every nation
Fighting wars to get a reaction
Only bringing us pain and dissatisfaction
No one cares about the children
Who they claim to be fighting for
And nobody wants to talk about it
So peace can thru the door
And the only thing they have in common
Some of them like the same songs
So I got an idea to try to stop the fighting
If I can get them all to do sing along
In the name of the john~ let’s give peace a chance
In the name of George ~ we can work it out
In the name Paul ~ let's live together in harmony
In the name of ring ~ put down the guns lets twist and shout
So many different religions
But there’s only one god
And each wants the other
To die by the sword
And all claim to be working for the lord
But how can you go to heaven
God can pick out the false prophets
And all the blasphemes hadean
How many children must die?
For they to begin to care
How many mothers must cry?
In pain and despair
But if they really love the children
Then I come up with a plan
To break down in sections
So they all can understand
In the name of Jesus ~ let the children go
In the name of Muhammad ~ set the children free
In the name of Rama ~ let the children grow
In the name of Krishna ~ let the children be
Let’s see what happens
Only the future can tell
Bet many who say they work for god
Surely will end up in hell
It’s funny how man can go to the moon
In ships of metal fuel,and glass
And right here on earth
They can make peace last
Babe, babe,
It's all winter outside,
Come inside,
It's all winter outside,
We can work it out,
It's all winter outside:
I need you here with me.
It’s all winter outside,
There's no sunshine outside,
Come inside, we can work it out;
I know I did you wrong,
Stayed out late at night,
I want to make it up to you.
Babe, babe,
It's all winter outside,
I've been so selfish,
It's all winter outside,
Spent more time with my friends,
It's all winter outside,
Left you all alone.
It's all winter outside,
Didn't understand your pain,
We fought all the time,
Made our home not a home,
Until the time you left;
There is no woman like you,
I gave it all a blind eye,
And took your love for granted.
Babe, babe,
It's all winter outside,
Let's leave the past behind,
It's all winter outside,
Please give me another chance,
It's all winter outside,
Without you I am feeling the chill.
It's all winter outside,
Can't you feel the frost,
I wasn't sleeping around;
I just want to be back home,
There is no sunshine outside,
Babe, we can work it out.