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Freedom's Theme
What is the theme of freedom?
Life,
Love,
Happiness,
Contentment.
Is this so?
Can freedom be these,
Our best,
The good things in life?
Or is freedom more?
Is freedom the blood with which it is bought?
Is freedom the evils which our men have suffered
To bring it to us?
Freedom's theme,
Sung through the ages,
Is sacrifice,
And pain,
For happiness dearly bought.
Freedom's theme
Is a hymn of praise
To the God who smiled on us,
And gave us America.
Freedom's theme
Is life, earned by death.
It is love, in power,
Spurned by the hate of the centuries.
It is contentment, with the shouts of thanksgiving,
For all God has blessed us with.
Freedom's theme-
Praise, joy, love,
Should be the song on our tongues always:
Thanksgiving to God for this privilege,
Dearly bought.
poem by James Grengs
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Begging You
Im begging you,
Im begging you.
The fly on the coachwheel told me that he got it
And he knew what to do with it,
Everybody saw it, saw the dust that he made
King bee in a frenzy, ready to blow, got the horn good to go wait
Oh, his stings all gone, now hes begging you, begging you
Here is a warning, the sky will divide
Since I took off the lid, theres nowhere to hide
Now Im begging you, Im begging you
This is a mystery not to be solved
But be minded, like minded, Im gone
Still Im with you, Im begging you, Im begging you
Give it over, give it over
Give it over, give it begging you
Give it over, give it over
Give it over, yeah Im begging you, Im begging you
Weigh it and say it, is it all in a name
Does it call you or maul you and drive you insane
Can it make you remember, time is in place
Now Im begging you, Im begging you
The fly on the coachwheel told me that he got it
And he knew what to do with it
Everybody saw it, saw the dust that he made
Make all the dust that you can, make all the dust that you can
King bee in a frenzy ready to blow
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Peace and a well-built house cannot be bought too dearly.
Begging You
I'm begging you
I'm begging you
The fly on the coachwheel told me that he got it
And he knew what to do with it everybody saw it
Saw the dust that he made
King bee in a frenzy ready to blow
Got the horn good to go wait
Oh his sting's all gone
Now he's begging you
Begging you
Here is a warning the sky will divide
Since I took of the lid
Now there's nowhere to hide
Now I'm belling you
I'm begging you
This is a mystery not to be solved
but be minded like minded
I'm gone still I'm with you
I'm begging you
I'm begging you
Give it over give it over
Give it over give it over
Yeah I'm begging you
I'm begging you
Give it over give it over
Give it over give it over
Yeah I'm begging you
I'm begging you
Weigh it and say it
Is it all in a name
Does it call you or maul you
And drive you insane
Can it make you remember time is a place
Now I'm belling you
I'm begging you
The fly on the coachwheel told me that he got it
And he knew what to do with it everybody saw it
Saw the dust that he made
Make all the dust that you can
Make all the dust that you can
King bee in a frenzy ready to blow
song performed by by The Stone Roses from Second Coming
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The Last Farewell
(words & music by roger whittaker - r.a. webster)
Theres a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor
Tomorrow for old england she sails
Far away from your land of endless sunshine
To my land full of rainy skies and gales
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
Ive heard theres a wicked war a-blazing
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
But how bitter will be this last farewell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
Though death and darkness gather all about me
My ship be torn apart upon the seas
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
And should I return home safe again to england
I shall watch the english mist roll through the dale
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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We should not look back unless it is to derive useful lessons from past errors, and for the purpose of profiting by dearly bought experience.
quote by George Washington
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Nothing Of Value
I hang up antiquated quill,
to fill taskmaster till.
All I know dearly bought,
comes to nullified nought.
No negotiable reward remains,
to sustain, ordained writings wrought.
So fruitless frustrated search,
belies, an inspired image sought.
Is nothing lasting learned,
is nothing timely taught?
Diligent inspired dutiful labour,
but wasted, wash-out thought.
Life stagnates
stupefied on,
nothing of virtuous,
virtuoso, value bought?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Life Sucks And Then You Die
but mom thats not fare.mom please.mom im begging you.
havent you gotten tired of begging your parents? well then stop doing so.its as simple as that because life isnt fair so get over it.i stopped begging my parents a long time ago.life sucks and then you die.
poem by Trevor Adams
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My Nordic Christmas Story
I bought boots for Christmas to tread the icy plains.
I bought toys for Christmas with Santas in my trains.
I lit my home for Christmas with a Cedar bright.
I made cup cakes for Christmas for my love's delight.
I bought Jane a dress for Christmas with ribbons pink.
I bought for my grandma a cozy Christmas mink.
I bought for Jill two amazing Christmas Sparrows.
I bought for Jack a toy quiver full of arrows.
I bought an Elk for Christmas with nose giving light.
I bought for Christmas, candles for a solemn night.
I made for Christmas a warm and sweet lemonade,
and I sang on Christmas morn, a sweet Serenade.
poem by Joseph C Ogbonna (18 December 2020)
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Dearly Beloved (write To Me)
Write me a poem, dearly beloved,
Write of your love, your fidelity, your proclivity
For doing what is right for me, not what is right;
Speak to me of what you feel
Not sugared words served on pity tarts
Write me a poem, dearly beloved,
If you cannot, then contend to break my heart.
Write me a prose, dearly beloved,
Then narrate it on an elevated stand
To the heavens and the sea and whatever lies betwixt
The shadows of both so that all can hear;
Speak only truth for I cannot stomach lies of such art
Write me a prose, dearly beloved,
If you cannot, then contend to break my heart.
Write me a sonnet, dearly beloved
And sing it by the edge of the fast flowing stream
Sing to me as if you sang to all the forest
And called forth its life from the concealing leaves of jade
And of this assembly of the innocent, I shall be an active part
So write me a sonnet, dearly beloved,
If you cannot, then contend to break my heart.
poem by Samah Khan
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Love
1 Canst thou love me, lady?
2 I've not learn'd to woo:
3 Thou art on the shady
4 Side of sixty too.
5 Still I love thee dearly!
6 Thou hast lands and pelf:
7 But I love thee merely
8 Merely for thyself.
9 Wilt thou love me, fairest?
10 Though thou art not fair;
11 And I think thou wearest
12 Someone-else's hair.
13 Thou could'st love, though, dearly:
14 And, as I am told,
15 Thou art very nearly
16 Worth thy weight, in gold.
17 Dost thou love me, sweet love?
18 Tell me that thou dost!
19 Women fairly beat one,
20 But I think thou must.
21 Thou art loved so dearly:
22 I am plain, but then
23 Thou (to speak sincerely)
24 Art as plain again.
25 Love me, bashful fairy!
26 I've an empty purse:
27 And I've 'moods,' which vary;
28 Mostly for the worse.
29 Still, I love thee dearly:
30 Though I make (I feel)
31 Love a little queerly,
32 I'm as true as steel.
33 Love me, swear to love me
34 (As, you know, they do)
35 By yon heaven above me
36 And its changeless blue.
37 Love me, lady, dearly,
38 If you'll be so good;
39 Though I don't see clearly
40 On what ground you should.
41 Love me -- ah or love me
42 Not, but be my bride!
43 Do not simply shove me
44 (So to speak) aside!
45 P'raps it would be dearly
46 Purchased at the price;
47 But a hundred yearly
48 Would be very nice.
poem by Charles Stuart Calverley
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The utility is loved for
Every one of my kith and kin
And my own offspring wanted me
Dearly and treated me dearly.
A clear indication that my old age
Is secure in their hands.
I have no sense to think its
Reality till I went useless to them.
05.12.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Want To Be There
I want to be there
Maybe I will be there, and it's possible I won't.
But I so dearly want it to be,
When you climb upon your first chair.
I want to be there,
When off to school you first go.
But so dearly I want it to be,
When Mummy say, 'Now take care'.
I want to be there,
When you bring that first boy home to Dad.
I so dearly want it to be,
And you dance off into night air.
I want to be there,
When the spirit speaks to your heart.
When Jesus enters and comes into your life.
When the angels of heaven sing so fair.
I want to be there,
When down the isle you walk.
And new lives you begin,
With the one to whom you love and care.
I want to be there,
But should it not be,
One thing will be said
And correct me, no one would dare.
I was there,
When a whole church you charmed
Yes you swept their daily concerns away.
Yes, I was there to see you dedicated, Granddaughters fair.
R. k. Hart 2009
Below a beggar
Don’t stand begging for things
Like of which you have got.
Don’t stand begging for things
Like of which you yourself could earn.
Don’t stand begging for things
Like of which you can live without.
Should you lower yourself
Below a beggar before a giver?
11.07.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Tired Of Bleeding, Emotionally
Begging on my knees...
For you,
Not to leave me.
Begging with my heart...
And soul.
Begging on my knees...
For you,
Not to leave me!
Don't let me go.
Do not let me go!
Begging for you...
To believe,
I love you.
I feel incomplete.
And so...
On my own.
I wish my hurting,
You would release!
And feel that I am,
Tired of bleeding...
Emotionally.
Begging on my knees...
For you,
Not to leave me.
Begging with my heart...
And soul.
I wish my hurting,
You would release!
And feel that I am,
Tired of bleeding...
Emotionally.
Don't let me go.
Don't...
Let me go,
Again!
Don't let me go.
Do not,
Let me go...
Again!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be My Escape
I've given up on giving up slowly
I'm blending in so you won't even know me
Apart from this whole world that shares my fate
And this one last bullet you mention
Is my one last shot at redemption
Cause I know to live you must give your life away
And I've been housing all this doubt
And insecurity
And I've been locked inside that house
All the while you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out
And that might be the death of me
And even though there's no way of knowing
Where to go
I promise I'm going
Because
I got to get out of here
I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I got to get out of here
And I'm begging you
I'm begging you
I'm begging you to be my escape
I've given up on doing this alone now
Cause I've failed and I'm ready to be shown how
You've told me the way, and I'm trying to get there
And this life sentence that I'm serving
I admit, that I'm every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
Because
I've been housing all this doubt
And insecurity
And I've been locked inside that house
All the while you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out
And that might be the death of me
And even though there's no way of knowing
Where I'm going
I promise I'm going because..
I got to get out of here
Cause I'm afraid that this complacency is something I can't shake again
I got to get out of here
And I'm begging you
I'm begging you
I'm begging you to be my escape
I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I've made
And all I'm asking is for you to do what you can with me
But I can't ask you to give what you already gave
Because I've been housing all this doubt
And insecurity
And I've been locked inside that house
All the while you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out
That might be the death of me
And even though there's no way of knowing where to go
I promise I'm going
Because
I got to get out of here
I'm stuck inside this rut I fell into by mistake
I got to get out of here
And I'm begging you
I'm begging you
I'm begging you to be my escape
I fought you
For so long
I should have let you win
Oh, how we regret those things we do
And all I
Was trying
To do was save my own skin
Oh, but so were you
So were you
song performed by by Relient K
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Begging and Giving
Beggers beg
Begging is bad
And notorious.
Do not beg
Begging is most dirty.
God give
Giving is good
And most pious.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Well, I guess that early 12 string. The first Martin I bought. I bought it around 1957 with money I earned as a janitor assistant. I bought brand new. I still have that.
quote by Roger McGuinn
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Beggar is close to God
Begging for something is a cut
That is made at the root of your ego.
Begging for food is the deepest cut.
A monk goes begging for food,
Where he feels pride, not humiliation.
A beggar knocks the door for food,
Cursing his fate, tasting the humiliation.
Ego is active in monk, dead in beggar.
Who will get quick salvation?
04.11.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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