The Beatific Vision
Through what fierce incarnations, furled
In fire and darkness, did I go,
Ere I was worthy in the world
To see a dandelion grow?
Well, if in any woes or wars
I bought my naked right to be,
Grew worthy of the grass, nor gave
The wren, my brother, shame for me.
But what shall God not ask of him
In the last time when all is told,
Who saw her stand beside the hearth,
The firelight garbing her in gold?
poem by G.K. Chesterton from The Wild Knight and Other Poems (1900)
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Worthy
you think you're not worthy
I'd have to say I agree
I'm not worthy of you
you're not worthy of me
which of us is deserving
look at the human race
the whole planet at arm's length
and we don't deserve this place
what good is a poker face
when you've got an open hand
I was supposed to be cool about this
yeah
I remember
cool was the plan
tried to keep it all under wraps
but the wraps kept going slack
I keep turning round
I keep coming back
give me a vertical
your horizontal line
I want to take each of them
bend them to divine
the world is too good for me
I am such a naughty girl
but when we're together
we're too good for this world
you think you're not worthy
I'd have to say I agree
I'm not worthy of you
you're not worthy of me
I'm not worthy of you
you aren't worthy of me...
song performed by by Ani DiFranco from Not A Pretty Girl
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Sincerely
If I had been You I would have left
Said there's nothing else that I can do
But You saw somethig deep inside of me
I had no idea but I was crying for you
Didn't have to make the sacrifice
Didn't have to come and save my life
Didn't have to pay the price for me
Sincerely I'm not worthy
Didn't have to give all that You gave
No way I could ever walk away
Here's the only thing that I can say
Yours truly thou art worthy
I can't believe You've chosen to reveal
Never ending mercy towards a heart that's been so faithless
The fact that You want to show Yourself to me
My knees grow weak can hardly speak
For your love has been relentless
Didn't have to make the sacrifice
Didn't have to come and save my life
Didn't have to pay the price for me
Sincerely I'm not worthy
Didn't have to give all that You gave
No way I could ever walk away
Here's the only thing that I can say
Yours truly thou art worthy
How can I repay You for the things that You've done for me
Dear God
I call to You
Make me more like You
My way to say thank You
Is do all that you say
Didn't have to make the sacrifice
Didn't have to come and save my life
Didn't have to pay the price for me
Sincerely I'm not worthy
Didn't have to give all that You gave
No wayI could everwalk away
Here's the only thing that I can say
Yours truly thou art worthy
song performed by by Out Of Eden
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The Web Of Eros
Within your magic web of hair, lies furled
The fire and splendour of the ancient world;
The dire gold of the comet's wind-blown hair;
The songs that turned to gold the evening air
When all the stars of heaven sang for joy.
The flames that burnt the cloud-high city Troy.
The mænad fire of spring on the cold earth;
The myrrh-lit flame that gave both death and birth
To the soul Phoenix; and the star-bright shower
That came to Danaë in her brazen tower...
Within your magic web of hair lies furled
The fire and splendour of the ancient world.
poem by Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
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Judas At Waterloo
I can’t believe my ears for my eyes told me otherwise
I thought you were my friend, but I see now you were not
Every bad expletive to you applies
You are some creature that time forgot
I gave you my loyalty, and you spat in my face
If you were real you would have been straight
What fills me up is not hate
There’s no god in you to compensate
You are not worthy of the name friend
The web of lies spewing from mouth sickening
Soon will come a day of reckoning
You are going to get yours one day in the end
Scandalizing my name with your poisonous venom
How could you after all that we have been through?
You should’ve told me what was the problem
With your life you’ve got nothing better to do
I guess I was just too nice
Your insides are as cold as ice
I see you for what you are now
You are nothing more than a hideous sow
I’ve found out who you really are
An asteroid thinking it’s a star
What you are full of I cannot mention
It is way past your comprehension
Stay where you are for here you could never make it
Stand there and pretend for all you can do is fake it
I won’t play the game of a victim
You are really and truly an evil bum
God doesn’t like ugly, and you are as ugly as they come
You are just a guy that takes it up the rectum
You are not even worthy of this poem
Smile all you want I’m here if you want to get some
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Invocation to the Mad Queen
I would you were the hollow ship
fashioned to bear the cargo of my love
the unrelenting glove
hurled in defiance at our blackest world
or that great banner mad unfurled
the poet plants upon the hill of time
or else amphora for the gold of life
liquid and naked as a virgin wife.
Yourself the prize
I gird with Fire
The Great White Ruin
Of my Desire.
I burn to gold
fierce and unerring as a conquering sword
I burn to gold
fierce and undaunted as a lion lord
seeking your Bed
and leave to them the
burning of the dead.
poem by Harry Crosby
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Working Man's Wage
(wynn varble/leslie satcher)
I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
Looked like a mountain to a boy my age
And i've seen my daddy in that hot southern sun
Move those mountains one by one
And i've seen that same man come home from the mill
Pull forty hours for a hundred-dollar bill
I've watched him struggle and i've watched him age
Raising a family on a working man's wage
I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
For the little he earned there was so much he gave
And i hope i am worthy of a working man's wage
I pick this guitar six nights a week
Daddy can't believe they're paying me
It would be so easy to let it go to my head
But there's just one thing that i can't forget
I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
For the little he earned there was so much he gave
And i hope i am worthy, i hope i am worthy
Of a working man's wage
I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
Looked like a mountain to a boy my age
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Working Man's Wage
(wynn varble/leslie satcher)
I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
Looked like a mountain to a boy my age
And i've seen my daddy in that hot southern sun
Move those mountains one by one
And i've seen that same man come home from the mill
Pull forty hours for a hundred-dollar bill
I've watched him struggle and i've watched him age
Raising a family on a working man's wage
I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
For the little he earned there was so much he gave
And i hope i am worthy of a working man's wage
I pick this guitar six nights a week
Daddy can't believe they're paying me
It would be so easy to let it go to my head
But there's just one thing that i can't forget
I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
For the little he earned there was so much he gave
And i hope i am worthy, i hope i am worthy
Of a working man's wage
I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
Looked like a mountain to a boy my age
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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How Mary Grew
With wisdom far beyond her years,
And graver than her wondering peers,
So strong, so mild, combining still
The tender heart and queenly will,
To conscience and to duty true,
So, up from childhood, Mary Grew!
Then in her gracious womanhood
She gave her days to doing good.
She dared the scornful laugh of men,
The hounding mob, the slanderer's pen.
She did the work she found to do,--
A Christian heroine, Mary Grew!
The freed slave thanks her; blessing comes
To her from women's weary homes;
The wronged and erring find in her
Their censor mild and comforter.
The world were safe if but a few
Could grow in grace as Mary Grew!
So, New Year's Eve, I sit and say,
By this low wood-fire, ashen gray;
Just wishing, as the night shuts down,
That I could hear in Boston town,
In pleasant Chestnut Avenue,
From her own lips, how Mary Grew!
And hear her graceful hostess tell
The silver-voiced oracle
Who lately through her parlors spoke
As through Dodona's sacred oak,
A wiser truth than any told
By Sappho's lips of ruddy gold,--
The way to make the world anew,
Is just to grow--as Mary Grew
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Bhakti Path (Surrender)
the Lover...
has built a fire.
what will you feed
to the flame?
your possessions,
your titles, your masks,
not needed...
not worthy to be...
your heart, your soul,
your innermost desires,
the very breath you breathe...
stand naked, and surrender...
your self to the flame!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Will Be Worthy Of It
It
I may not reach the heights I seek,
My untried strength may fail me;
Or, halfway up the mountain peak
Fierce tempests may assail me.
But though that place I never gain,
Herein lies the comfort for my pain –
I will be worthy of it.
I may not triumph in success,
Despite my earnest labour;
I may not grasp results that bless
The efforts of my neighbour.
But though my goal I never see,
This thought shall always dwell with me –
I will be worthy of it.
The golden glory of Love’s light
May never fall on my way;
My path may always lead through night,
Like some deserted by-way.
But though life’s dearest joy I miss,
There lies a nameless strength in this –
I will be worthy of it.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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For the Airmen
THOU who guidest the swallow and wren,
Keep the paths of the flying men!
Over the mountains, over the seas
Thou hast given the bird-folk compasses.
Thou guidest them, yea, Thou leadest them home
By the trackless ways and the venturesome.
Look Thou then on these bird-men, far
More than the sparrows and swallows are.
When they fly in the wintry weather
Be their compass and chart together.
Keep them riding the wind. Uphold
Their passion of flight lest it grow cold.
Thy right hand be under the wing,
Thy left hand for their steadying.
The Wings of the birds of Heaven be nigh
Lest their wings fail them and they die.
Make Thou their flying as deft and fleet
As the flight of the linnet or the blue-tit.
Thy hand over them, shall they fear
The spears of lightning or any spear?
Thy hand under them, what shall appal?
Not the fierce foe nor the sudden fall.
Show them Thy moon at night: Thy stars
Bid stand as sentinels in their wars.
Yea, make their lone tracks pleasant as
A soft meandering path in grass.
Thou that launchest the wren, the swallow
Guard our flying loves when they follow.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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The Doubts Of Love
I question myself
How worthy am I
To have a love such as yours
Will I be counted upon
When a time does come
Will my strength hold still
My word remain unbroken
Will I be the man you deserve
My heart is yours undoubted
I am forever falling for you
Hoping, praying I am worthy
That you will not tire of me
Or find me failing you
I take each fear as serious
As my next taken breath
I know what I stand to lose
I question myself
Only to be beside you
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Caravan Of Love
Ooh...ooh...ooh..
Ooh...ooh...ooh..
Are you ready for the time of your life
It's time to stand up and fight
(It's alright) It's alright (It's alright, it's alright)
Hand in hand we'll take a caravan
To the motherland
One by one we're gonna stand with the pride
One that can't be denied
(Stand up, stand up, stand up, stand up)
From the highest mountain, and valley low
We'll join together, with hearts of gold
Now the children of the world can see
There's a better way for us to be
The place where mankind was born
Is so neglected and torn... torn apart
Every woman, every man
Join the caravan of love (Stand up, stand up, stand up)
Everybody take a stand
Join the caravan of love
I'm your brother
I'm your brother, don't you know
I'm your brother
I'm your brother, don't you know
We'll be living in a world of peace
In a day when everyone is free
We'll bring the young and the old
Won't you let your love flow from your heart
Every woman, every man
Join the caravan of love (Stand up, stand up, stand up)
Everybody take a stand
Join the caravan of love
I'm your brother
I'm your brother, don't you know
I'm your brother
I'm your brother, don't you know
Now the children of the world can see
There's a better for us to be
The place where mankind was born
Is so neglected and torn... torn apart
Every woman, every man
Join the caravan of love (Stand up, stand up, stand up)
Everybody take a stand
Join the caravan of love
Are you ready for the time of your life
(Are you re
song performed by by Isley Brothers
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Silver & Gold
Well, I met an old man walkin down the street
His clothes were torn and tattered
With sandals on his feet
And I stopped to help him
And lend him a hand
He said, I love you so much
But you must understand
1st chorus:
Silver and gold might buy you a home
But things of this world
They wont last you long
And time has a way of turning us old
And time cant be bought back with silver and gold
And he said to me, lets rest for awhile
For I have some good news to share with you, child
He said, you cant change this old world
The people need to know
That a dear savior died here
A long, long time ago
Repeat 1st chorus
His eyes shown like diamonds
And his smile was heaven sent
His hair was long and flowing
And his back was slightly bent
And I knew he knew it
For that day I changed
As I watched him walk on
I forgot to get his name
2nd chorus:
He said, silver and gold cant buy you a home
When this life has ended
And your time is gone
But you can live in a world where
Youll never grow old
And things cant be bought there with silver and gold
Tag:
And time cant be bought back with silver and gold
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Poverty Grass
Wild horses we
Pricked at the wind,
Never to know, alas;
That all the lord of our fortunes bought
For us
Was poverty grass.
Poverty grass
The paupered seed
So sickly poor, alas;
The souls of the great untamed grow weak
Despair
On poverty grass.
And you, my friend,
Grew sick awhile,
And cried and cried, alas;
While I grew fat on a flowering weed
Called pride
And poverty grass.
And when you left
The field to me
I almost died, alas;
For I was left in a fallow field
Piled high
In poverty grass.
Wild horses we
Pricked at the wind,
Never to know, alas;
That all the lord of our fortunes bought
For us
Was poverty grass.
24 January 1980
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Worthy
Don't feel that you're not worthy.
It really isn't so.
To believe you're not deserving.
Denies what we both know.
That what we need is here and shows.
I want no other.
Compared to you they're far below.
If I didn't feel you worthy.
The thought of you would have grown weary.
For you I have the best respect.
With your mighty intellect.
You give me reason to reflect.
I know that you are awesome through.
If only you would see it too.
You're worthy now for what is true.
Come on now and see it through.
If you don't we'll just be blue.
We truly need this splendid jewel.
poem by Michael McParland
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I Can Only Blame Myself
I can only blame myself for my lack of success
The I am not good enough on myself I impress
In my mind of self doubt I have planted the seed
With my attitude at anything how can I succeed
And it does seem you are not that different to me
Since the frailties in others in our own selves we see
If you see yourself as not worthy not worthy you will be
It is self defeatist to think negatively
For my lack of success I only have myself to blame
And though to be self defeatist is not a cause for shame
Negativity is the mental rock that keeps dragging one down
Your barrier to financial success and renown
And sad to say our type have never been rare
There are plenty like us in the big World out there.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Big Brother (Life Poem)
I see the green grass with autumn leaves
The season of change and naked trees arrives
Again – without thinking we see the continuity
Knowing Christmas is around the corner
The birth New Year starts the cycle
After the death of the old year
And some of our past friends
Whose passing was real
Too real for
Comfort.
How
Do
We
“Know”
What is real
When everything
From movies to magic
Is just imagery of imagination?
The TV a parade of our new enemies.
1984 “Big Brother” is now a reality show
And CNN is our reality of disasters and wars
Until we visit the place and see that we are told
What our “Big Brother” wants us to know.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Lost In Meaning....
a dandelion
against the wind
the wind spreads
each sleeping willow lightness
you watch it
and give it meaning
so light as a whisper
the soul sings
you follow one
landing on the blade of grass
you shed off
a mask
naked you fly as light
as a piece of dandelion blown by the wind
you are lost.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Twin Brother
I have a brother
who ididnt like to bother
then one day iwas in need
because i bought a seed
which was bought with stolen money
all because i was trying to be cunny
he asked for what i did
and i said it was a bad deed
we then both prayed
and i was freed
my brother told me something
which i wouldnt lose for anything
my brother will always be my best friend
even to the very end.............
Dedicated to Olamide Oladipupo
poem by Samuel Ogbole
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