Happy the man who, like Ulysses, has made a fine voyage, or has won the Golden Fleece, and then returns, experienced and knowledgeable, to spend the rest of his life among his family!
Joachim du Bellay in Sonnet de Regrets
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Youve Made Me So Very Happy
I lost at love before
Got mad and closed the door
But you said try, just once more
I chose you for the one
Now were having so much
You treated me so kind
Im about to lose my mind
You made me so very happy
Im so glad you came into my life
The others were untrue
But when it came to loving you
Id spend my whole life with you
cause you came and took control
You touch my very soul
You always showed me that loving you is where its at
You made me so very happy
Im so glad you came into my life
Thank you baby!
Yeah, yeah
I love so much you see
Youre even in my dreams, I can hear
Baby, I can hear you calling me
Im so in love with you, all I ever want to do is
Thank you baby, thank you baby
You made me so very happy
Im so glad you came into my life
You made me so very happy
You made me so, so very happy baby
Im so glad you came into my life
I wanna thank you baby
Everyday of my life
I wanna thank you
You made me so very happy
So very happy baby
I wanna spend my life thanking you
Thank you baby
Thank you baby
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Jason And The Argonauts
(Andy Partridge)
There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches I'll release
Oh, my head is spinning like the world and it's filled with beasts I've seen,
Let me put my bag down and I'll tell you it all right from the start,
Like the scarlet woman who would pick on the boys she thought were green,
And the two faced man who made a hobby of breaking his wife's heart.
Seems the more I travel,
From the foam to gravel,
As the nets unravel,
All exotic fish I find like Jason and the Argonauts
There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches I'll release
I was in a land where men force women to hide their facial features,
And here in the west it's just the same but they're using make-up veils.
I've seen acts of every shade of terrible crime from man-like creatures,
And I've had the breath of liars blowing me off course in my sails.
Seems the more I travel,
From the foam to gravel,
As the nets unravel,
All exotic fish I find like Jason and the Argonauts
There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches I'll release.
I have watched the manimals go by
Buying shoes, buying sweets, buying knives.
I have watched the manimals and cried
Buying time, buying ends to other peoples lives.
Jason and the Argonauts
There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches I'll release.
Jason and the Argonauts
There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches I'll release.
song performed by by Xtc
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Jason & The Argonauts
(andy partridge)
There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches Ill release
Oh, my head is spinning like the world and its filled with beasts Ive seen,
Let me put my bag down and Ill tell you it all right from the start,
Like the scarlet woman who would pick on the boys she thought were green,
And the two faced man who made a hobby of breaking his wifes heart.
Seems the more I travel,
From the foam to gravel,
As the nets unravel,
All exotic fish I find like jason and the argonauts
There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches Ill release
I was in a land where men force women to hide their facial features,
And here in the west its just the same but theyre using make-up veils.
Ive seen acts of every shade of terrible crime from man-like creatures,
And Ive had the breath of liars blowing me off course in my sails.
Seems the more I travel,
From the foam to gravel,
As the nets unravel,
All exotic fish I find like jason and the argonauts
There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches Ill release.
I have watched the manimals go by
Buying shoes, buying sweets, buying knives.
I have watched the manimals and cried
Buying time, buying ends to other peoples lives.
Jason and the argonauts
There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches Ill release.
Jason and the argonauts
There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches Ill release.
song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Jason & The Argonauts
(andy partridge)
There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches Ill release
Oh, my head is spinning like the world and its filled with beasts Ive seen,
Let me put my bag down and Ill tell you it all right from the start,
Like the scarlet woman who would pick on the boys she thought were green,
And the two faced man who made a hobby of breaking his wifes heart.
Seems the more I travel,
From the foam to gravel,
As the nets unravel,
All exotic fish I find like jason and the argonauts
There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches Ill release
I was in a land where men force women to hide their facial features,
And here in the west its just the same but theyre using make-up veils.
Ive seen acts of every shade of terrible crime from man-like creatures,
And Ive had the breath of liars blowing me off course in my sails.
Seems the more I travel,
From the foam to gravel,
As the nets unravel,
All exotic fish I find like jason and the argonauts
There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches Ill release.
I have watched the manimals go by
Buying shoes, buying sweets, buying knives.
I have watched the manimals and cried
Buying time, buying ends to other peoples lives.
Jason and the argonauts
There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches Ill release.
Jason and the argonauts
There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches Ill release.
song performed by by Xtc
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In My Coffee Cup
Drink your coffee, drink your tea, Either one is fine with me
I can read the future, spend some time with me
I can read the future, for a fee
Come see the future with me
The gypsy smiles, she knows the future, yet she lives in poverty
She came to me for advice to treasure, Help to gain prosperity
I've made fortunes, doing cartwheels, bent over backwards, to keep animoty
I'm a contrarian, do not follow, an enigma of my family tree
Drink your coffee, drink your tea, Either one is fine with me
I can read the future, spend some time with me
I can read the future, for a fee
Come see the future with me
Leaders of the free world, need new answers, I've met them all behind closed doors
I judge them not, nor awaken their slumber
Yours is the choice of true democratic law
I've made fortunes, doing cartwheels, bent over backwards, to keep animoty
I'm a contrarian, do not follow, an enigma of my family tree
Drink your coffee, drink your tea, Either one is fine with me
I can read the future, spend some time with me
I can read the future, for a fee
Come see the future with me
Three wise men, they came a calling, to seek the savior of the modern world
Follow your star, the one not falling
Heed the advice of the challice girl
I've made fortunes, doing cartwheels, bent over backwards, to keep animoty
I'm a contrarian, do not follow, an enigma of my family tree
poem by Colin Coplin
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Why Am I Happy?
'Why is it, ' you ask, 'That you're so content?
'What inspires that smile? '
Well, if you want to know, my friend,
Then sit and listen for awhile.
I'm happy that the sun is shining,
That orb so cheery and bright.
I'm happy to live in this great land
The land of red, blue, and white.
I'm happy to have my family,
Parents, sisters, all my kin;
I'm happy to have such wonderful friends,
Who love me wherever I've been.
I'm happy for my Father's love,
I'm happy for my Savior's gift.
I'm happy for the Spirit's life,
For the God who out of darkness lifts.
I can spend all day telling you why I'm happy,
I've nothing better to do.
But isntead of asking me why I'm happy,
A better question is, 'Why aren't you? '
poem by Aidan Clevinger
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You Have Not Yet Learned How To Live
Look not do I,
For your attention.
And giving is for me,
Something that I naturally do.
I am not seeking anything,
To receive an expectation of respect.
If I get it I get it.
But I do know what's for me is true.
I do know what's for me is best.
I want to see you happy.
To see you smile,
Is my gift from you.
I want to see you happy.
And If I am guilty of that...
That explains your attitude.
I've already experienced the affects,
Of being selfish...
And learning lessons from it.
I've already experienced a self centeredness.
To believe I was the beginning...
With a power to see,
What I wished to end next.
And I thank God,
For showing me how I was blessed.
By teaching me WHO and WHAT truly ruled.
With a taking away from me,
What I most loved as a test.
Dear friends and family were taken away.
Until I thought I was also going to lose my breath.
I've already experienced the affects,
Of being selfish...
And learning lessons from it.
I've already experienced a self centeredness.
To believe I was the beginning...
With a power to see,
What I wished to end next.
And after learning painful lessons,
That did not take me long to get.
I know that it is in the giving.
And not living with a mind filled with selfishness.
I want to see you happy.
To see you smile,
Is my gift from you.
I want to see you happy.
And If I am guilty of that...
That explains your attitude.
You have not yet learned how to live.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happy as the Cock
HAPPY AS THE COCK
Happy proud rooster who has travelled far
Across life's stream with hens in indian file,
Preened white, red comb, and walked the gangplank trial
Penned in terse lines that verse bright humour's star.
Yearning for home, who roamed, to pen they are,
Assured of rest, returning, strut in style,
Say best nest eggs they'll lay, loud crow awhile.
Triumphant cock-a-doodle echoes jar
Hard-hearted humans who aren't up to par,
Eggs daily may not lay, nor soar mobile,
Current carried, fair through air agile,
Or cluck like duck to woodchuck. Men, bizarre,
Chuckle they are born to lead, indeed
Know not lead rots hot head, heads for poor breed!
Parody Joachim du Bellay 1515_1560 – Heureux qui comme Ulysse
and CHICKEN CROSSINGS
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CHICKEN CROSSINGS
Heureux qui, tel Poulet, a fait un beau voyage
ou comme qui la ligne étroite et blanche passe
sans rire jaune aux oeufs bonnes que pour la casse,
retourne à ses parents pour pondre jusqu'à l'âge!
Quand reverrai-je le blé livré droit à ma cage
finement hormoné: et en quelle saison
reverrai-je le clos de ma pauvre maison,
qui m’est le poulailler, et beaucoup d’avantages?
Plus me plaît le séjour bâti pour mes aïeux,
que poulets aux sirènes, aux radars pernicieux:
plus que macadam dur me plaît l’ardoise fine,
plus ma gLoire plumée que les plumes laissées,
plus mes petits pondus que se faire écraser,
et plus que l’air malin la douceur Angevine.
20 May 1999
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HEUREUX QUI COMME ULYSSE
Heureux qui, comme Ulysse, a fait un beau voyage
Ou comme celui là qui conquit la toison,
Et puis est retourné, plein d’usage et raison,
Vivre entre ses parents le reste de son âge!
Quand reverrai-je, hélas, de mon petit village
Fumer la cheminée: et en quelle saison
Reverrai-je le clos de ma pauvre maison,
Qui m’est une province, et beaucoup d’avantage!
Plus me plaît le séjour qu’ont bâti mes ayeux,
Que des palais Romains le front audacieux:
Plus que le marbre dur me plaît l’ardoise fine,
Plus mon Loire Gaulois que le Tibre Latin,
Plus mon petit Liré que le mont Palatin,
Et plus que l’air marin la douceur Angevine.
Joachim du Bellay 1515_1560
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HAPPY HE WHO LIKE ULYSSES
Happy he who like Ulysses has returned
successful from his travels, or like he
who sought the Golden Fleece, to rest well earned -
wise to the world - amongst his family.
When shall I see again my place of birth,
its chimney smoke, and at what time of year,
when seen that little, modest, plot of earth
which means far more to me than I draw here.
I’m drawn far more to my ancestral home
than to a Roman palace fine and proud,
prefer fine slate to marble, rather roam
along the Loire than sport midst Tiber’s crowd.
My Liré I prefer to Palatine,
and to sea air, soft climate Angevine.
10 December 1992
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TRIS TE QUI, COMME CHARLES
Triste qui, comme Charles, a fait un beau mariage,
Et qui donc une fois conquise la toison,
Se retrouve chez soi, plein d’usage et raison,
Vivre entre ses parents le reste de son âge!
Quand donc reverra-t-il, sans ce remue-ménage
Fumer sa cheminée: et en quelle saison
Reverra-t-il le clos de Windsor et d’Eton,
Qui lui est royaume uni, et beaucoup d’avantages!
Plus lui plaît le séjour qu’ont bâti ses aïeux,
Que la face à Diane à[f]front audacieux:
Le palais brûlé - dur! - plaît plus qu’ardoise indigne,
Plus son livre Gallois que perdre son Latin,
Plus ses délires et rêves que le mont Vénusien,
Et plus que l’air malin la douceur Camilline.
20 January 1993
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© Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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To my son Uresh (Sony)
My son Sony
you ever realise pains of your father
you ever realise
to prosecute for a better life
I do feel your company
as a good son, who hugged
all tragedy of family
in all distress and pitiful condition
I wish my son on 24th day of August
on your birth day, to have
many many happy returns of the day
in your life.
I do wish you
to be gleaming like the morning star,
significance of your life may ascend
with the rising sun
for a peaceful, prosperous and long life
Happy birthday My son
Have a nice day and cheerful life.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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A Family (Acrostic)
Being with family is best part,
real world to spend meaningful life;
and it is when you feel at home...
to mingle with people you love.
Family is the basic unit
and the foundation of society.
making peace and unity at home,
is the secret of a progressive community.
life shall become worthwhile for all the people
yearning for a happy family is to make it happened.
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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You Know That I Love You
Yesterday I was alone and Blue
My heart was heavy and then came you
Oh I can see that you were meant for me
Now I have found you, I'll never let you go
You know that I love you
I need you
You know that I'm caring, sharing
Everything I've got
Don't you know that I want you
I need you too
And I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
Many lovers they come and go
But your sweet loving lingers on and on
Oh I can feel, that this time it's for real
So hold me closer, and never let me go
You know that I love you
I need you
You know that I'm caring, sharing
Everything I've got
Don't you know that I want you
I need you too
And I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
And I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
Well your sweet love is all I need
Without you I just can't go on
You know that I love you
I need you
You know that I'm caring, sharing
Everything I've got
Don't you know that I want you
I need you too
And I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
I'll be happy with you for the rest of my life
I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
song performed by by Santana
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Together
Rush down, down to the first floor
There never seems to be enough time
Push hard, and push a little bit more
A cup of coffee and I'm gonna be fine
Fine as I can be now
Me and you, we do what we gotta do
We only want to have a good life
It's tough, we don't see each other enough
And sometime the going gets rough
Still we keep pushing on through
We could use another summer of love
It's cloudy here
But there's a blue sky up above
If we could only fly away from here
We could say good-bye to all the tears
And maybe we could spend the rest of our years
Together, together
Sometimes I watch the TV news
I wanna say what's the use in trying
Cause come on, what kind of difference can one man make
Yeah but how much more can I take
I think back when I was a little kid
I did what little kids did
Played war 'til I didn't wanna play no more
Hey and that's when love stepped in
Changed everything again
It's never too late for a summer of love
Yeah it's cloudy here
But there's a blue sky up above
If we could only fly away from here
We could say good-bye to all the tears
And maybe we could spend the rest of our years
Together, we could be together
These are crazy times
It's a different world
Well, that's okay
Let it be that way
We could lose our minds
Or we could find our way
We can change our world
No matter what they say
If we could only fly away from here
We could turn around and say good-bye to all the tears
And maybe we could spend the rest of our years
Together
We could be together
Now, we can let the sunshine in (Together)
And we can overcome and
song performed by by Styx
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Near You
There's just one place for me
Near you
It's like heaven to be
Near you
Times when we're apart
I can't face my heart
Say you'll never stray
More than just two lips away
*If my hours could be spent
Near you
I'd be more than content
Near you
Make my life worthwhile
By telling me that I'll
Spend the rest of my days
Near you
Repeat from *
I'll spend the rest of my days
Near you
Spend the rest of my days
Near you (and fade)
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Ulysses and the Siren
Siren. COME, worthy Greek! Ulysses, come,
Possess these shores with me:
The winds and seas are troublesome,
And here we may be free.
Here may we sit and view their toil
That travail in the deep,
And joy the day in mirth the while,
And spend the night in sleep.
Ulysses. Fair Nymph, if fame or honour were
To be attain'd with ease,
Then would I come and rest me there,
And leave such toils as these.
But here it dwells, and here must I
With danger seek it forth:
To spend the time luxuriously
Becomes not men of worth.
Siren. Ulysses, O be not deceived
With that unreal name;
This honour is a thing conceived,
And rests on others' fame:
Begotten only to molest
Our peace, and to beguile
The best thing of our life--our rest,
And give us up to toil.
Ulysses. Delicious Nymph, suppose there were
No honour nor report,
Yet manliness would scorn to wear
The time in idle sport:
For toil doth give a better touch
To make us feel our joy,
And ease finds tediousness as much
As labour yields annoy.
Siren. Then pleasure likewise seems the shore
Whereto tends all your toil,
Which you forgo to make it more,
And perish oft the while.
Who may disport them diversely
Find never tedious day,
And ease may have variety
As well as action may.
Ulysses. But natures of the noblest frame
These toils and dangers please;
And they take comfort in the same
As much as you in ease;
And with the thought of actions past
Are recreated still:
When Pleasure leaves a touch at last
To show that it was ill.
Siren. That doth Opinion only cause
That 's out of Custom bred,
Which makes us many other laws
Than ever Nature did.
No widows wail for our delights,
Our sports are without blood;
The world we see by warlike wights
Receives more hurt than good.
Ulysses. But yet the state of things require
These motions of unrest:
And these great Spirits of high desire
Seem born to turn them best:
To purge the mischiefs that increase
And all good order mar:
For oft we see a wicked peace
To be well changed for war.
Siren. Well, well, Ulysses, then I see
I shall not have thee here:
And therefore I will come to thee,
And take my fortune there.
I must be won, that cannot win,
Yet lost were I not won;
For beauty hath created been
T' undo, or be undone.
poem by Samuel Daniel
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Finding is the first Act
870
Finding is the first Act
The second, loss,
Third, Expedition for
The "Golden Fleece"
Fourth, no Discovery—
Fifth, no Crew—
Finally, no Golden Fleece—
Jason—sham—too.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Are You Experienced?
If you can just get your mind together
Uh-then come on across to me
Well hold hands and then well watch the sunrise
From the bottom of the sea
But first, are you experienced?
Uh-have you ever been experienced-uh?
Well, I have
(well) I know, I know, youll probably scream and cry
That your little world wont let you go
But who in your measly little world, (-uh)
Are you tryin to prove to that youre
Made out of gold and-uh, cant be sold
So-uh, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced? (-uh)
Well, I have
Uh, let me prove it to you, yeah
Trumpets and violins I can-uh, hear in the distance
I think theyre callin our name
Maybe now you cant hear them,
But you will, ha-ha, if you just
Take hold of my hand
Ohhh, but are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful
song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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When The Poem Returns Life Returns
WHEN THE POEM RETURNS LIFE RETURNS
When the poem returns life returns
There is enthusiasm and exuberance again
There is something to live for
And dreams are dreams
And hopes give hope-
When the poem returns life returns
And I begin again here
As if there is some sense after all
In writing and living again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Obon
Deceased spirits
Family’s ancestors
Vital part
Family life
Family tradition
How far dispersed
To gather at
Family home
The reunion
Affectionate moments
To spend with
Living family members
To honor memory
Of family who have passed on
To spend time
To spruce up graves
To guide the souls
Of the ancestors
Lantern are lit
In front of family homes
With fruits
And assorted foods
Set on a Buddhist altar
They are welcomed home
Upon rivers and streams
Touching and poetic launch
Of illuminated lanterns
To guide spirits back
poem by Ahmad Shiddiqi
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Fathers Are The Men From Sky
Fathers, the men who are like a pen
We never can see whatever is going on inside them
But suddenly that pen is finished and then?
Fathers, the men who try hard for the pleasure of their family
They just want the less for themselves because of the comfort of their children
Looking forward to spend a day with his family in a place that is hilly
Fathers, the men who justify the wishes of their children to their own wishes
They just live to see the victory of their children and family
But their life sometimes is as short as the golden fishes
Fathers, the men who are noble, they leave their tired face out of the house's door
They came in with a happy face, but we know they are tired from inside
We know that they are sad from the core.
Fathers, the men who listen to the pain of family members
People who are powerful to solve the problems and hard conditions
But no one has the ear to understand them; they just talk with the embers
Fathers,
Warm and kind people who never bother
Fathers,
Who are unique in their way, after them there is no tother
Fathers,
Are the men who are like the kind brothers.
poem by Ellias Anderson
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I Am Most Happy When…
I am happy when I reach a goal
big or small
hard or easy to achieve
lofty, noble or one which is simple.
I am happy when I am in a nice working environment
Utilizing my skills and abilities
Use my hours in productive pursuits
and be with workmates who are good-natured and great!
I am happy when I’m with my friends
Share stories and lighten the embarrassments
sing with them in videoke
or laugh with them in jokes and comedies
I am happy when I’m with my family
Wear the true identity and personality
not concerned if I act awkward
as they can accept and understand, whether I’m happy or sad.
And I am most happy when I am with my special someone
walk in hand and hand
talk in anything,
or dine in a restaurant
and every moment seems in a dreamland.
poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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