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A Prayer For A Stout Heart
A PRAYER FOR A STOUT HEART
How can I stake all my love, -
At the mercy of this fickle heart?
A heart that is delicate and fragile,
A heart that ignores the reasoning mind? !
A heart that feels both love and hate,
Gets ensnared by beauty and trapped by fate? !
A heart that changes its color and beat,
A heart which appears to be incomplete?
Faced with all those temptations of this world –
both spurious and pure,
How can my foolish heart distinguish and
endure?
So I prayed to the Lord to give me a heart that
is stout,
Like Richard the Lion Heart, both steadfast and
without doubt!
To wage a Crusade against all that is impure,
And abide by true love to forever endure!
- Raj Nandy
- New Delhi
- 20 Jan 09
When?
Nothing succeeds like success.
Nothing follows like failure.
Steep rise will lead to steep fall.
Steep fall too will revive. When?
(19.06.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Today... 'Despised And Rejected Of Men
'Here is your king.' Pilate said speaking to the Jews
'I can set Him free now it's up to you to choose.'
'Away with Him we will not have rule over us'
was their shout before him as they made a great fuss.
He was a Man despised and rejected by men
scorned and hated by the people around Him then.
A Man of sorrows Who was acquainted with grief
And we hid our faces from Him in unbelief.
He was reviled by all and we esteemed Him not.
A worm handed over to them by a despot.
On His own He climbed up that steep Calvary hill
in His determination to fulfil God's will.
He's rejected by men and forsaken of God.
All alone the steep road through Golgotha He trod.
'My God why have You forsaken Me' was His cry
as upon the cross He bowed down His head to die.
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Up On The Hill
We come from a long line of lenders
Who get rich just exploiting you spenders
But now we just manage our blenders
Up, up, up on the hill
It helps to be charming and funny
Have cute names like binky and bunny
But the main things still oodles of money
Up, up, up on the hill
Up on the hill we are the big cheeses
Up on the hill we own the cool breezes
Top of the heap is where we know we belong
Up on the hill above the confusion
Up on the hill we live our illusions
Up, up, up on the hill
Marmalade mansions beneath cloudless skies
Breathtaking vistas that baffle your eyes
Were passing our days in a rare atmosphere
Sun, sea, and stars, and warm breezes all year
Our blood is decidedly blue-ish
Were leery of anything newish
And or course, darling, nobodys jewish
Up, up, up on the hill
Up on the hill we are the big cheeses
Up on the hill we own the cool breezes
The top of the heap is where we know we belong
Up on the hill above the confusion
Up on the hill we live our illusions
Up, up, up on the hill
Up, up, up on the hill
Way up, up, up on the hill
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Homeward
When I come to my Father's house he will hear me:
I shall not need
With words implore
Compassion at my Father's door;
With yearning mute my heart will plead,
And my Father's heart will hear me.
One thought all the day hath still caressed me:
Though cloud o'ercast
Is the way I go,
Though steep is the hill I must climb, yet, oh,
When evening falls and the light is past,
At my Father's house I will rest me!
For thither,—whatsoe'er betide me,
Howe'er I stray,
Beset by fears,
Wearied by effort, or blinded by tears,—
Ah, surely I shall find my way,
Though none there be to guide me!
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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The future is in your hand
Once there was a little girl living in a village
She wanted to find out what her future would reveal
So she wondered to whom should she ask her future
Finally got the idea that it must be her star
So one starry night she climbed up a steep hill
To become closer to the stars so that she could hail
On reaching the top of the hill she cried out aloud
'Oh, my star, please tell what future holds for me now.'
On hearing the words a little star shone brightly
And with a smile it replied to the girl sweetly
'My girl don't worry about your future too much'
'For it is your own hands in which the future is grasped.'
poem by Henry Chen
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Breton Afternoon
Here, where the breath of the scented-gorse floats through the
sun-stained air,
On a steep hill-side, on a grassy ledge, I have lain hours long
and heard
Only the faint breeze pass in a whisper like a prayer,
And the river ripple by and the distant call of a bird.
On the lone hill-side, in the gold sunshine, I will hush me and
repose,
And the world fades into a dream and a spell is cast on me;
_And what was all the strife about, for the myrtle or the rose,
And why have I wept for a white girl's paleness passing ivory!_
Out of the tumult of angry tongues, in a land alone, apart,
In a perfumed dream-land set betwixt the bounds of life and death,
Here will I lie while the clouds fly by and delve an hole where my
heart
May sleep deep down with the gorse above and red, red earth beneath.
Sleep and be quiet for an afternoon, till the rose-white angelus
Softly steals my way from the village under the hill:
_Mother of God, O Misericord, look down in pity on us,
The weak and blind who stand in our light and wreak ourselves such ill_.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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School Boy Heart
[transcribed by chris w]
School boy heart
By: jimmy buffett & matt betton
1996
I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailors legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose
I suppose
The need to focus never arose
So something like a swiss army knife
Thats my life
Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine
The villagers still flockin to see, to see me
Breaking free, breaking free
Cause I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailors legs and a license to fly
I got a bartenders ear and beachcombers style
Piratical nerve and a vaudevillian style
I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck
With all hands spread all over the deck
What the heck
Then some kind of obscene and unscrupulous mind
Began to pick up what he could find
Added ice, shook me twice, rolled the dice
Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
A sailors legs and a license to fly
I got a native tongue from way down south
It sits in the cheek of my gulf coastal mouth
I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailors legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose
[in case theres any interest, right before banana wind, jimmy sez
Meetcha at the end meetcha at the end.]
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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She Is Love
Oh when the sunshine beckons to ya
And your wings begin to unfold
the thoughts you bring and the songs you sing
are gonna keep me from the cold
And if the sword is among ya
and its words may wound my soul
you can fill me up with what you've got
cos my heart's been keeping old
[CHORUS]
She is love
and her ways are high and steep
She is love
and I believe her when she speaks.
Love
and her ways are high and steep
She is love
and I believe
song performed by by Oasis from Heathen Chemistry
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Believe In Yourself
this is not intended to be a poem.
this is an advice,
believe in yourself.
do not listen to me.
listen to yourself.
do not follow me.
neither can you follow you.
take your steps
very cautiously, this is a hill, a steep one,
there are no grasses here to serve as hold.
no trees.
there are no directions where to go.
all eyes aim at the top of this hill.
what you see are all backs of people
they are ahead of you.
be blind now.
look at your hands.
see the map there.
close your eyes.
you see better now.
this is not intended to be a poem.
but an advice.
it is in times of darkness that we see too well.
it is in times when we close our eyes
that we see better
with our hearts. Speak not through your mouth.
Understand not through your thoughts.
Be still for a while. Stop.
Then go again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hills
Everyday we climb hills
real and imaginary.
Some are steep
and hard to climb,
others are gentle
and there we take our time.
However, whatever hill we climb,
it is always easier
once we’ve reached the top
and come down the other side
23 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Hill
Who are those people
living at the top of the hill?
I don't know them.
I guess I never will.
Who are the people
that I see
living at the bottom of the hill
just like me?
We are the complainers
and we find it odd
that the ones at the top of the hill
think they're God.
We need to stop complainin'
and climb up the hill
and shout out loud
'We've had our fill.'
You're not Gods.
You never have been,
These hills where you're livin'
are filled with sin.
You've sinned against humanity
at the bottom of the hill.
And all that you'; ve done
is against God's will.
You're the imposters
with crowns on your head.
You are the laughables
that have been misled.
We, at the bottom of the hill
always will survive.
We'll do what we've always done
to keep our hopes alive.
We will pray.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Mansion On The Hill
Tonight down here in the valley
Im lonesome and o how I feel
As I sit here alone in my cabin
I can see your mansion on the hill
Do you recall when we parted
The story to me you revealed
You said you could live without loving
In your loveless mansion on the hill
Ive waited all through the years love
To give you a heart true and real
Cause I know youre living in sorrow
In your loveless mansion on the hill
The light shine bright from yer window
The trees stand so silent and still
I know youre alone with your pride dear
In your loveless mansion on the hill
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
poem by William Wordsworth
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The Hills
Mt. Everest, Mt McKinley
are both too high to climb.
But I can climb the hills I see
and forever pray that's where you'll be.
For there's no hill that is too high,
no precipice too steep
to hike uphill
and take the leap
into the arms of love.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sonnet LIII: Without Her
What of her glass without her? The blank grey
There where the pool is blind of the moon's face.
Her dress without her? The tossed empty space
Of cloud-rack whence the moon has passed away.
Her paths without her? Day's appointed sway
Usurped by desolate night. Her pillowed place
Without her? Tears, ah me! for love's good grace,
And cold forgetfulness of night or day.
What of the heart without her? Nay, poor heart,
Of thee what word remains ere speech be still?
A wayfarer by barren ways and chill,
Steep ways and weary, without her thou art,
Where the long cloud, the long wood's counterpart,
Sheds doubled darkness up the labouring hill.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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