Song Of The Week: Bridge Over Troubled Water

I think you have noticed that I only post once a week currently and it is the copy and paste post but I am all out of ideas and I can't finish any poem I have started. Anyway I have been hunting for good songs to share with you and I came across this song. I have known the band or the duet "Simon & Garfunkel" long time ago but for some reason I didn't care to listen to this song until recently! My favorite song was "The Sound of Silence". So our song for this week is called "Bridge Over Troubled Water". Read the lyrics and listen to the song and hopefully you will like it like I did.


When you’re weary, feeling small,
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all;
I’m on your side. when times get rough
And friends just can’t be found,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.

When you’re down and out,
When you’re on the street,
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you.
I’ll take your part.
When darkness comes
And pains is all around,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.

Sail on silvergirl,
Sail on by.
Your time has come to shine.
All your dreams are on their way.
See how they shine.
If you need a friend
I’m sailing right behind.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind.

Poem Of The Week : I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

It has been a week now since I have posted anything new and you can say that I am in an empty mind state! I can't write a poem or any other post and not to mention that the blogs are currently blocked where I work!!!

Well since it is Monday and it is the poem's week, I brought to you this classic poem called: "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" by "William Wordsworth"

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Song Of The Week: You Had Me From Hello

It is the song week this Monday and I've decided to post this beautiful song by "Kenny Chesney". Maybe the name sounds familiar to you and heard of this guy lately! Well he was all over the news last week after he got married to the famous actress "Rene Zellweger".

You Had Me From Hello

One word, that's all you said
Somethin' in your voice caused me to turn my head.
Your smile, just captured me
And you were in my future as far as I could see
And I don't know how it happened, but it happened still
You asked me if I love you, if I always will

Well you, had me from hello
I felt love start to grow
The moment that I looked into your eyes, you owned me
It was over from the start
You completely stole my heart
And now you won't let go
I never even had a chance you know
You had me from hello

Inside, I built the walls
So high around my heart, I thought I'd never fall
One touch, you brought it down
The bricks of my defenses scattered on the ground
And I swore to me I wasn't gonna love again
The last time was the last time, I let someone in

But you, had me from hello
I felt love start to grow
The moment that I looked into your eyes, you owned me
It was over from the start
You completely stole my heart
And now you won't let go
I never even had the chance you know
You had me from hello

That's all you said
Somethin' in your voice caused me to turn my head
You had me from hello
You had me from hello
Girl I've loved you from hello

A Different Kind of Melody

Here is my latest poem. A fantasy mixed with nature.

A Different Kind of Melody


Look at the leaves falling from the trees
Hear to the voice of the naked branches singing loud
Wait for the rain to fall from that lonely wondering cloud
And dance to the beat of a different kind of melody

Smell the freshness of air traveling with the breeze
Fill your mind and senses with the beautiful scene
Lose yourself to the moment so peaceful and serene
And enjoy the beat of a different kind of melody

Raise your hands to the sky; try to catch a moonlight beam
Stare at the eye of the sun, and do not ever blink
Climb over the highest mountain and get close to the brink
Dive in the sky and create your different kind of melody

Close your eyes and drift into a long daydream
Let your imagination takes you to this heavenly place
Swim beyond that shore, kind things are waiting for you to embrace
And there it will be played, a different kind of melody

Nostalgic: Up On The Roof

I have talked before in one of my earliest posts which was Nostalgic about how Johnson's Baby Shampoo (which I use currently :P) reminded me of my childhood days and the old beautiful cartoons and while I was surfing the net today I came across a site with the cartoons songs and I listened to this one "Al7adeeqa AlSerreyah- The Secret Garden" though I don't remember watching this cartoon but I liked the song! Then my thoughts went back in time and I remembered some of the action in my childhood and early teenage hood. My cousin, my brother and I used to build us a small tent or some kind of a hut on the roof of our house using two wooden posts and some wood plates and some old rigs. We used to spend great times there specially during Ramadan at night where we have some candles to light the place or a flashlight. Also we used to hang out there during winter. We used it for fun, we smoked there even :P and we used it to hide from our parents :D

We really had great times up on the roof! We used to play football there with my other younger cousins and my nephew. We had very intense matches :D. I think even the girls played with us when they were small :P My mom used to get mad when we play there saying one day you will make the house fall on us!!

We used to have small cars with pedals for kids and they were quite old that time so we thought of ourselves as engineers and decided to build a caravan or a trailer to drive out in the street. We brought some wood and steel and some tools and started to build it. I think we only managed to dismantle the old cars and put a wood plate on the tires then we just gave up and decided to not waste time on this. That time we were thinking of after we finish it, how can we get it down to the street? :P

During the winter exams period which is after the 1st term of the year, my brother and I decided to go and study on the roof and we took a carpet and made tea and went there. It felt like we are camping :D The weather was perfect, the sky was blue with some white clouds and the birds were singing on the TV aerial. We enjoyed catching flies too ;). When we finished drinking all the tea, our cups became sticky with what is left of the tea and that attracted the flies so they enter the cup and we directly blocked on them with our hands then we put them in a plastic bag. Then after a while we release them :D. Too bad they were not butterflies! That would have made the whole scene more perfect.

Some people have a secret garden and I have the roof ;)

Poem Of The Week: A Dream

So as we agreed in the previous post it's gonna be a poem in a week and a song in the week after.
So my first poem is a classic one by "William Blake" called "A Dream".


Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangle spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:

"Oh my children! do they cry,
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see,
Now return and weep for me."

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, "What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?

"I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle's hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home!"

A Song or a Poem?

Hello dear readers,
I am thinking of changing my blog plans and I wanted to take your opinion about it. Currently I have a copy and paste post which is the song of the week post but I kinda got bored of that. So do you think replacing the song with a poem of the week is a good idea? Of course the poem that will be posted is written by some famous poet and not my own work. Or I post a song this week and the week next will be a poem then a song then a poem? Or I cancel the whole weekly post? Or even the whole blog? It is up to you my dear readers. I am applying real democracy here ;)

Have a nice day!

Weekend Syndrome

Does anybody else suffer from this syndrome? It is very annoying specially if you go to bed around 12 AM and you have to wake up around 4:10 AM!
For those who do not know what is Weekend Syndrome here is some information about it: You are supposedly a good employee like myself or a good student just like how I was years ago. You work pr study so hard during the week and you look forward for the weekend to have fun and sleep as much as you can because you didn't sleep enough during the week. And if you are a night owl just like myself you stay up all night to make sure that the world is fine and the sun will shine then you go to bed with peace filling your heart. You wake up around 1 PM and you take a shower then the rest of the day is all routine so we will skip that part. Then your weekend sadly comes to an end and it is 11:59 PM Friday night or Sunday night depending on where you live or the weekend schedule you have. You go to your bed after brushing your teeth and fixing up your bag (if your work is in another city like myself). The room is chilling and you cover yourself well and you close your eyes hoping to see sweet dreams but no! You close your eyes and you toss and turn and get these weird dreams that make you long for nightmares! You dream about strange blogs, a song stuck in your head, some football match you watched the night before and many silly things! The problem is that you get these dreams while you are half asleep! Some weird state where you say please god don't make it 4:10 AM yet! I didn't sleep at all. Just 5 more minutes please. And just as you turn your body to the other side you know this is gonna be your last turn as the alarm cries bringing you the bad news. So you sit in the bed thinking for a moment to skip work today and call and tell them you are sick but since you are an honest person you decide to go to the toilet and get ready to go to work and try to enjoy this long day as much as you can.

In summary the Weekend Syndrome (according to me) is the inability to sleep well or even not to sleep at all the night the weekend ends due to some problems in the biological clock.

Bored at The Office

Hello my dear readers,
We all gathered here (I always wanted to say that in a public speech which may never happen) to witness how bored is Hopeless Poet (I think Bored Poet fits me more these days). My current job now is like a unit supervisor and I have like 4 or 5 people reporting to me. All of them are older than me. So you can imagine how hard it is for such a nice gut like me to give older men some orders and do this and don't do that. The biggest problem is that they can't stand each other! They envy each other and they come to me and talk about how bad is the others and how honest they are while the others are liars. Of course I hear it from one side and store it in my mind for later use :P
When I first arrived there was this guy who used to come to my office (by the way, I have my own office now ;) ) and talks to me like for 5 minutes about how professional he is and about honesty and integrity. Later I was told from credible sources that he is not liked by many and most say he is a big liar and not so honest at all. Also he said he is gonna take the unit car (which is under my name) to go somewhere and he will returned it later. 30 minutes passed and he is still didn't go, 1 hour passed and he is still on his desk, later I asked him why are you still here? He told me some BS so I told him give me the key and I took it and put it in my drawer and locked it and I went home because it was the weekend :D. His plan was to keep the car with him in the weekend and use it for his personal stuff but he was caught ;). Now he rarely comes to my office or even talks to me. :D
Now let me tell you why I am bored: I am sitting in the office and since it is not a busy work season for us, so there is not much to do. I log on to the messenger and barely there is anyone online! I don't know what the problem is. Maybe most of them blocked my or something :P
Before in the place I used to work in, I used to go to my friends cubicles and talk to them and so on and pass time and they were close to my age and we were like 4 people so we get together and joke around and share some old memories. Now my new friends work in another floor and I can't leave my office as much as I like because of the many phone calls I receive and the people around me are all older than me I still don't know them that well.

Ok that is enough for today! Till next time when I am so bored just like today ;)

Song Of The Week (12)

The song this week talks about the relationship between us and our fathers and the lack of communication between us and them and how we only realize that after it is too late. The song is called "The Living Years" performed by the band "Mike and Mechanics"

The Living Years

Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got

You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts

So Don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be O.K.

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

I wasn't there that morning
When my father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

Love In Mourning

Here is my latest poem which I called it "Love In Mourning". I started writing it long ago to get into a contest but then I stopped and I was back to it during the weekend and I was able to finish it yesterday. So enjoy :D

It was too soon for you to go
And to leave me here on my own
The home is empty, my whole life too
How am I supposed to face this alone?

The memories of us keep on haunting me
Pictures of us still hanged on the wall
Our names still carved on that pine tree
Every time I pass it by, my tears start to fall

I still remember the promises we have made
You said nothing would tear us apart
But, now you are gone and I am afraid
And nothing can heal my aching heart

It feels like yesterday since we have laid you in the ground
It was the hardest thing for me to face
I swear I thought that I sensed your scent all around
Alive I felt you were there, I looked around and all was an empty space

It has been a while since I passed by your grave
I wonder if the flowers I planted have grown
And if you ask why? Well I am no longer brave
I cannot cry anymore while kissing your name on the tombstone

So rest in peace oh young and my loved one
Angels in heaven will take care of you
Your eternal life has only just begun
And wait for me when my time is due