Entreaties to get him to sing, and entreaties to leave off.
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Better is a leap over the ditch than the entreaties of good men.
Washed-Out
Slashing the surged monarchy
of celibates
stoking the fire of wounds,
the turret locks on to a target
taking off the gloves.
The mountain was rising.
A sheet of the floating ice
disturbs the ecology
of heart. I place my candle in storm.
The missils had failed.
Only the words were flying from
bare lips for entreaties.
Oversexed like a shoe-flower
O, mad enemy
I am pouring out the red sea.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Loons
Once ye were happy, once by many a shore,
Wherever Glooscap's gentle feet might stray,
Lulled by his presence like a dream, ye lay
Floating at rest; but that was long of yore.
He was too good for earthly men; he bore
Their bitter deeds for many a patient day,
And then at last he took his unseen way.
He was your friend, and ye might rest no more:
And now, though many hundred altering years
Have passed, among the desolate northern meres
Still must ye search and wander querulously,
Crying for Glooscap, still bemoan the light
With weird entreaties, and in agony
With awful laughter pierce the lonely night.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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Beat! Beat! Drums!
BEAT! beat! drums!--Blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows--through doors--burst like a ruthless force,
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation;
Into the school where the scholar is studying;
Leave not the bridegroom quiet--no happiness must he have now with
his bride;
Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, plowing his field or gathering his
grain;
So fierce you whirr and pound, you drums--so shrill you bugles blow.
Beat! beat! drums!--Blow! bugles! blow!
Over the traffic of cities--over the rumble of wheels in the streets:
Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? No sleepers
must sleep in those beds; 10
No bargainers' bargains by day--no brokers or speculators--Would they
continue?
Would the talkers be talking? would the singer attempt to sing?
Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the
judge?
Then rattle quicker, heavier drums--you bugles wilder blow.
Beat! beat! drums!--Blow! bugles! blow!
Make no parley--stop for no expostulation;
Mind not the timid--mind not the weeper or prayer;
Mind not the old man beseeching the young man;
Let not the child's voice be heard, nor the mother's entreaties;
Make even the trestles to shake the dead, where they lie awaiting the
hearses, 20
So strong you thump, O terrible drums--so loud you bugles blow.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Quis desiderio...
What boundaries ought modesty set upon
grief for so dear a soul, tell us, Muse,
whom the Father bids breathe through the
kithera fluent song.
So it's true, Virgil, my friend: the
sleep neverending hath taken our Varus:
Truth and Faith to Justice turn to learn
when such a one will come again.
Many mourn him bitterly but none
more bitterly than you, love;
worthiest to beseech them him, in vain you
threaten the heavens, for,
should your entreaties move even in-
sensible trees to tears, like Orfeo's, they
could never coax warm blood back to veins
of one the Shepherd of the
Dead marshalls to darkness, thick and eternal.
What can't be changed must be endured-
in that light temper grief with acceptance and bear
what must be borne with patient heart.
Horace i/24
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Ch 03 On The Excellence Of Contentment Story 11
A brave warrior who had received a dreadful wound in the Tatar war was informed that a certain merchant possessed a medicine which he would probably not refuse to give if asked for; but it is related that the said merchant was also well known for his avarice.
If instead of bread he had the sun in his table-cloth
No one could see daylight till the day of resurrection.
The warrior replied: ‘If I ask for the medicine he will either give it or refuse it and if he gives it maybe it will profit me, and maybe not. At any rate the inconvenience of asking it from him is a lethal poison.’
Whatever thou obtainest by entreaties from base men
Will profit thy body but injure thy soul.
And philosophers have said: ‘If for instance the water of life were to be exchanged for a good reputation, no wise man would purchase it because it is preferable to die with honour than to live in disgrace.’
To eat coloquinth from the hand of a sweet-tempered man
Is better than confectionery from the hand of an ill-humoured fellow.
I sing to you
I sing ta u the song I sing is joy
If you were gone then part of me would die
I would go on and leave part of me behind
for you and I are one in twined
I sing ta u the song I sing is faith
But the thought of you would never fade
the thought of blue sky's would turn to haze
I would prefer to help you through this maze
I sing ta u the song I sing is love
your very footsteps are notes to a song
and many loved ones sing a long
and of that chorus I belong
I curse the stone that blocks your way
The worrier rides the wind with this mission
To ask no question no answer need
Upon the path with lightning speed
I curse the changes that bind you
haven above and hell below you
I'll take you home I'll take that chance
To dance with you if the offer stands
I sing ta u the song I sing is Home
I miss it bad as hell
But if you leave this fairy tail
Then I must leave this world as well
poem by Paul Cutting
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Young Sister
Young sister from the angel world,
splendiferous to domes she stares,
entreaties touch her gracious soul,
ethereal sister angels called,
of thirty petals blooms to unfold,
her distant stars above lone fares,
young sister from the angel world,
splendiferous to domes she stares.
A neckchain forms a circle to bound,
the passage of the winds and rains,
her song recites that distant glare,
night spells to play benign her sound,
that spreads to far on lonely dare,
redemptive love in soul that reigns,
a neckchain forms a circle to bound,
the passage of the winds and rains.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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We Are What We Are
I want to play a melody
i want to sing a song
come, sing it with me
a sweet melody
We want to shout it out
that we are going to be free
come sing it with me
were going to be free
Open your eyes
and you will realize
we are what we are
were going to fight
to fight for our right
we are what we are
we want to feel like beeing free
free as a bird can be
its only a dream
but dreams can come true
we want to leave the bad times
we leave everything behind
we leave everything behind
and we sing
song performed by by X-Perience
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We Are What We Are
I want to play a melody
i want to sing a song
come, sing it with me
a sweet melody
We want to shout it out
that we are going to be free
come sing it with me
were going to be free
Open your eyes
and you will realize
we are what we are
were going to fight
to fight for our right
we are what we are
we want to feel like beeing free
free as a bird can be
its only a dream
but dreams can come true
we want to leave the bad times
we leave everything behind
we leave everything behind
and we sing
song performed by by X-Perience
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Again, WHY?
Bricks of pain heaved on my amber
Hell’s ring tone in fragile ears
Exits incomparable in life’s little memory
A goddess gone, the pillar of a heart’s strength.
Lured above reason by fables
By mean mortals of unknown stature
“They said, and my father said”
to the end of a structure so rare.
Trust tested
Hope crumbled
Among dark rumours of strange narratives.
This heart nurtured for stranger’s glory
A Oprah’s regret found in Ruth.
All entreaties a weak lyric fall
And so must I let go the bird
Into hidings carved by her lust
Seeking a heaven in hell’s lies.
A foretelling powers of bygone times
Pronounced this exit of lightning speed.
Bye bye to parleys of the heart
Ending a dream for imputed crimes.
A shaking of wind, a tossing of sea
A tornado of earth’s fires
A true test of oaths
Bye bye to love.
now and forever....
Me, myself and I.
poem by Macaulay Akinbami
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Hear us from heaven (A Prayer for Cagayan de Oro City)
Most loving and precious Father
God of infinite worth and limitless wisdom
Make us aware Father, incline your ear
to our entreaties and suggestions.
You are above all else, we are low
Worship and giving you praise are the only things we know
Your unsurpassed greatness is the song of our land
Now we are beseeching Father, please extend your hands.
The City of Cagayan de Oro is friendly and serene
But we are not contented indeed, we are not at ease
Some populace here are outwardly sane
But on the inside they are so uncertain.
Enable us to speak boldly until your work is done
We gladly give you our constancy so let your kingdom come.
Open their spiritual eyes as we pray earnestly,
present the gospel through motion or activity.
Father, help us to cut the cord of diversity
Make us one strong unified Christ's body
Encourage us with your word as we perform our desires passionately.
With Your gratification, empty hearts will be filled,
Thirsty souls will be satisfied,
False doctrines won't prevail
Only your decrees Father, we intensely declare
In Christ Jesus our Lord and Defender.
The song I sing
The song I sing
I sing ta u the song I sing is joy
If you were gone then part of me would die
I would go on and leave part of me behind
for you and I are one in twined
I sing ta u the song I sing is faith
But the thought of you would never fade
the thought of blue sky's would turn to haze
I would prefer to help you through this maze
I sing ta u the song I sing is love
your very footsteps are notes to a song
and many loved ones sing a long
and of that chorus I belong
poem by Paul Cutting
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Utopian Mirth
Sea waves spelled aright hours on my path;
I thought: Beguiling is the ocean, my Lord,
White pebbles on shore on a widest strath,
Between me, lone stars and an harp's chord..
Sea waves responded; a well crafted pate,
of foam and pine needles, so I became a tree,
Crowned with my words' string, a freight,
To carry on forever, with free wind and sea.
A tree with his evergreen bowed branches,
To accompany north wind's utopian mirth,
Accord of solitude, on draft modes attaches,
Stringing notes of return to a comely berth.
Zephyr spells estimable calls and breathes,
Upon my orisons, entreaties and retentions,
And I am an iron boat rusting amid wreaths,
Perceiving goals, gallivants fair excursions.
I am an iron boat dreaming of salutary trips,
Your wharf smiles is my reason to arrogate,
Amid the winds and our love moon eclipse,
Assign your name, my depart to designate.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Lusty Beasts
…LUST BEASTS
Little they care for orphans
Their lust violently blazing within their greedy woods
egoistically pouring their myriad sorts
On the little abandoned Janes
Parading their tents tight
audaciously breaking their storerooms
Spoiling the virginity of the innocent Carolinas they enjoy
Displaying the worthlessness of their brains they mind not
The slap is too soft I suppose
The spanners to fasten their zips have to be improved
Seven years behind bars is a joke your magistrate
We need spanners to fasten their belts
The lust beasts have no shame
Though warned they behave the same
Till they exhaust their November- December rains they will not stop
Their fervent entreaties are like gasoline tossed on a wild fire
Immersed deep in burning desires in the sheep’s fabric
masking mean faces in girls’ schools they parade as good Samaritans
Palm-oiling the poverty stricken Madalos with a little cash for HIV
Wake up lovers of justice
Let us break the silence and confer evil no room
The lust beasts should kiss the walls of frosty Maula.
poem by Innocent Masina Nkhonyo
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Sing Your Life
Sing your life
Any fool can think of words that rhyme
Many others do
Why dont you ?
Do you want to ?
Oh...
Sing your life
Walk right up to the microphone
And name
All the things you love
All the things that you loathe
Oh, sing your life
The things that you love
And the things you loathe
Oh, sing your life
Oh, sing your life
La, la-la, la-la, sing your life
La, la-la, la-la, sing your life
Others sang your life
But now is a chance to shine
And have the pleasure of
Saying what you mean
Have the pleasure of
Meaning what you sing
Oh, make no mistake my friend
All of this will end
So sing it now (sing your life)
All the things you love (sing your life)
All the things you loathe
Oh, sing your life
The things that you love
And the things you loathe (sing your life)
Oh, sing oh...
Oh, sing oh...
La, la-la, la-la, sing your life
La, la-la, la-la, sing your life
Dont leave it all unsaid
Somewhere in the wasteland of your head, oh
Head, oh, head, oh, head, oh
And make no mistake, my friend
Your pointless life will end
But before you go
Can you look at the truth ?
You have a lovely singing voice
A lovely singing voice
And all of those
Who sing on-key
They stole the notion
From you and me
So, sing your life (sing your life)
Sing your life (sing your life)
Oh, sing your oh...
Oh, sing your
Sing your life
Sing your life
Sing your life
Oh, sing your oh...
(sing your life)
(sing your life)
Sing your life
(sing your life)
song performed by by Morrissey
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Esau
Poor Esau repented too late
That once he his birth-right despised;
And sold, for a morsel of meat,
What could not too highly be prized:
How great was his anguish when told,
The blessing he sought to obtain,
Was gone with the birth-right he sold,
And none could recall it again!
He stands as a warning to all,
Wherever the gospel shall come;
O Hasten and yield to the call,
While yet for repentance there's room!
Your season will quickly be past,
Then hear and obey it today;
Lest when you seek mercy at last,
The Saviour should frown you away.
What is it the world can propose?
A morsel of meat at the best!
For this are you willing to lose
A share in the joys of the blest?
Its pleasures will speedily end,
Its favor and praise are but breath;
And what can its profits befriend
Your soul in the moment of death?
If Jesus for these you despise,
And sin to the Saviour prefer;
In vain your entreaties and cries,
When summoned to stand at his bar:
How will you his presence abide?
What anguish will torture your heart?
The saints all enthroned by his side,
And you be compelled to depart.
Too often, dear Saviour, have I
Preferred some poor trifle to thee;
How is it thou dost not deny
The blessing and birth-right to me?
No better than Esau I am,
Though pardon and heav'n be mine;
To me belongs nothing but shame,
The praise and the glory be thine.
poem by John Newton
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Sing
Sing, sing a song
Sing out loud
Sing out strong
Sing of good things not bad
Sing of happy not sad
(*) sing, sing a song
Make it simple to last
Your whole life long
Dont worry that its not
Good enough for anyone
Else to hear
Just sing, sing a song
La la la la la
La la la la la la...
Sing, sing a song
Let the world sing along
Sing of love there could be
Sing for you and for me
Repeat (*)
song performed by by Carpenters
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A Song Of Singing
Sing! gangling lad, along the brink
Of wild brook-ways of shoal and deep,
Where killdees dip, and cattle drink,
And glinting little minnows leap!
Sing! slimpsy lass who trips above
And sets the foot-log quivering!
Sing! bittern, bumble-bee, and dove--
Sing! Sing! Sing!
Sing as you will, O singers all
Who sing because you _want_ to sing!
Sing! peacock on the orchard wall,
Or tree-toad by the trickling spring!
Sing! every bird on every bough--
Sing! every living, loving thing--
Sing any song, and anyhow,
But Sing! Sing! Sing!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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