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Nearer my God to Thee
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee
E'en though it be a cross
That raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Tho' like a wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone,
Yet in my dreams I'll be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
There let the way appear,
Steps unto heaven;
All that Thou sendest me
In mercy be given,
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Then with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Or if, on joyful wing
Cleavihg the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
poem by Sarah Flower Adams
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Nearer, my God, to Thee.
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
E'en though it be a cross
That raiseth me:
Still all my song shall be
Nearer, my God! to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Though, like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Then let the way appear
Steps unto heaven;
All that Thou sendest me
In mercy given:
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Then with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Or if on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly:
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
poem by Sarah Flower Adams
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Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus / Nearer My God To Thee
(words & music by lemmel / clarke) / (words & music by fuller / adams / mason)
Hmmm.....
And all the world go free
Now theres a cross for everyone
And theres a cross for me
Turn your eyes upon jesus
(where are the words) wonder proclaim
And the paint upon the wall
Will go straight ? ?
In the light of his wonderful face
Nearer my God thee
Nearer to thee
? ? the cross
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? me
Nearer my God to thee
Nearer my God to thee
Nearer my God to thee
Nearer to thee
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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They lost their way
A beggar is nearer to God
than a Monk, ego-less.
A bonded one is nearer to God
than a master, being not possessive..
A child is nearer to God
than an erudite, unprejudiced.
The so called ones lost their way to God.
07.11.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When we drop fear, we can draw nearer to people, we can draw nearer to the earth, we can draw nearer to all the heavenly creatures that surround us.
quote by Bell Hooks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Though words may change something do not
Her husband was a bedswerver.
A braggart who did not deserve her.
But she herself a bellibone.
Had she but known. Had she but Known
his character before they wed
then she would not have graced his bed.
He was smock sniffer through and through.
The vows he made were all untrue.
He treats her as a draggletail.
Her protests all to no avail.
Which leaves her with no other choice
but file the papers for divorce.
And this she does successfully
He has to pay alimony
She lives alone now happily
At his expense completely free.
She will not be again redmod
A beaten child still fears the rod.
No longer foolishly naïve
she believes all men deceive.
Glossary of obsolete words
Bedswerver unfaithful husband
Bellibone a sweet and innocent woman.
Draggletail a prostitute
Smock sniffer a philander.
Redmod Hastily.
4-Sep-08 http: // blog.myspace.com/poetic piers
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Though words may change some things do not
Her husband was a bedswerver.
A braggart who did not deserve her.
But she herself a Bellibone.
Had she but known. Had she but Known
his character before they wed
then she would not have graced his bed.
He was smock sniffer through and through.
The vows he made were all untrue.
He treats her as a draggletail.
Her protests all to no avail.
Which leaves her with no other choice
but file the papers for divorce.
And this she does successfully
He has to pay alimony
She lives alone now happily
At his expense completely free.
She will not be again redmod
A beaten child still fears the rod.
No longer foolishly naïve
she believes all men deceive.
Glossary of obsolete words
Bedswerver unfaithful husband
Bellibone a sweet and innocent woman.
Draggletail a prostitute
Smock sniffer a philander.
Redmod Hastily.
4-Sep-08 http: // blog.myspace.com/poetic piers
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Shark
The dangerous fin
Nearer and nearer to the
Surfer swimming here
poem by HannahJane Brazier
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Nearer to Me Than A Moontide Swoon
Nearer to me than a moontide swoon,
And dearer to me than a dream.
She is fairer to me than a spring's full bloom;
Nearer to me than a moontide swoon.
The winds of dark winter may howl soon
And still could not chill her bright sunny beam;
Nearer to me than a moontide swoon,
And dearer to me than a dream.
-2005
poem by David Zvekic
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Slip Slidin Away
Words & music by paul simon
Slip slidin away
Slip slidin away
You know the nearer your destination
The more youre slip slidin away
I know a man
He came from my home town
He wore his passion for his woman
Like a thorny crown
He said delores
I live in fear
My love for yous so overpowering
Im afraid that I will disappear
Slip slidin away
Slip slidin away
You know the nearer your destination
The more youre slip slidin away
I know a woman
Became a wife
These are the very words she uses
To describe her life
She said a good day
Aint got no rain
She said a bad days when I lie in bed
And think of things that might have been
Slip slidin away
Slip slidin away
You know the nearer your destination
The more youre slip slidin away
And I know a fa-ther
Who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons
For the things hed done
He came a long way
Just to explain
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping
Then he turned around and headed home again
Slip slidin away
Slip slidin away
You know the nearer your destination
The more youre slip slidin away
God only knows
God makes his plan
The informations unavailable
To the mortal man
We work our jobs
Collect our pay
Believe were gliding down the highway
When in fact were slip slidin away
Slip slidin away
Slip slidin away
You know the nearer your destination
The more youre slip slidin away
Slip slidin away
You know the nearer your destination
The more youre slip slidin away
Mmm...
song performed by by Paul Simon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What good to me is the festive garment of freedom when I am in a slave's smock at home?
quote by Johann G. Hamann
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Silhouettes of trees
Against pink petticoat sky
In blue and white lace
haiku by Dorothy Holmes (25 July 2007)
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Silhouettes of trees
Against pink petticoat sky
In blue and white lace
haiku by Dorothy Holmes
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The Island
Alive in this island of seclusion
As my fearful eyes witness
The maelstrom multitude of the mighty waves
Placing my nation in deep peril
The tides of tyranny the tides of terror smashing into the shores
Tide after tide draws nearer and nearer out to destroy what I live for
Freedom and fraternity, peace and serenity
All in this island I adore
The waves ever-nearer, are out to fill
My island with things I abhor
poem by Mohammod Choudhury
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Ninny Nanny Netticoat
Ninny Nanny Netticoat,
In a white petticoat,
With a red nose, --
The longer she stands,
The shorter she grows.
poem by Beatrix Potter
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No caldron broths…
This madness has me by the balls
It rocks me rolls me on all fours
In her petticoat; furors…
Loves entanglement, has no faults?
No culpability's, no caldron broths…
No angel—devils disguised as moths.
Love is a heat sensing, system.
A viper's nest... the colder one feels
The more is disgorged, the more
It is in a deep disequilibrium…
The more it repeals, conceals true ideals.
Loves entanglement, has no faults?
No culpability's, no caldron broths…
No angel—devils disguised as moths.
Love is just a heat sensing, system.
The more madness has me by the balls
It rocks me rolls me on all fours
In her petticoat; furors…
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Many an Irish property was increased by the lace of a daughter's petticoat.