The marvelous thing is that for thousands of years people have continued questioning and searching and ultimately concluding that reasons for certain occurrences are not given to man to know.
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Marvelous
So you've been well
I couldn't tell
I know you better
Remember when
Spoken back then
You'd come here again
I must admit I wasn't loving
And I was running from myself
Do seasons changing stir old feelings
And in conversation
Does my name still come up?
Was I marvelous?
You should have asked yourself before you turned me down
Your name still comes up
You are marvelous
I should have told myself before I let you down
You're marvelous
So I've been fine
Living my life
Though I've been better
So here's to you
Breathing a new
Neglecting a few
I must admit that you were loving
And I was searching for myself
Do seasons changing stir old feelings
And in conversations
Does my name still come up?
Was I marvelous?
You should have asked yourself before you turned me down
Your name still comes up
You are marvelous
I should have told myself before I let you down
You're marvelous
You're marvelous
So how are you going to feel when you know it's so true
You'll think of me when you say "I do"
Excuse my state of mind
Did I spoil your valentine?
For all the length we've walked in these shoes
Eternal faith you've lost in me through
When you're walking down the aisle
You won't stretch another mile
The memories you visualize
You were marvelous once
My name will come up
I am marvelous
You should have told yourself before you let me down
Your name still comes up
You are marvelous
I should have told myself before I let you down
The memories you visualize
You were marvelous one time
song performed by by Nine Days from So Happily Unsatisfied
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Faery Song
Sung by the people of Faery over Diarmuid and Grania, in their bridal sleep under a Cromlech.
We who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told:
Give to these children, new from the world,
Silence and love;
And the long dew-dropping hours of the night,
And the stars above:
Gie to these children, new from the world,
Rest far from men.
Is anything better, anything better?
Tell us it then:
Us who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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A Faery Song
i{Sung by the people of Faery over Diarmuid and Grania,}
i{in their bridal sleep under a Cromlech.}
WE who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told:
Give to these children, new from the world,
Silence and love;
And the long dew-dropping hours of the night,
And the stars above:
Give to these children, new from the world,
Rest far from men.
Is anything better, anything better?
Tell us it then:
Us who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Reasons
Set my sails out on a sunny day
Pretty soon I was on my way
Though what for sure it was
I could not say
Two thousand reasons
Maybe more
Eight hundred chances on faraway shores
Searching for something
Searching for more
Deep down inside me burning
Reasons for the learning
Now you can pick up reasons so easily
Where youve been and where youve got to be
And when the truth dont show youll always see
Lots of reasons
And pretty soon youve got a heavy load
Dragging those reasons down an endless road
I got to thinking and I got to see
So many reasons coming at me
The one that leaves you high and dry
He says you still owe him, theres a reason why
Hell leave you crying till the tears run dry
Hes the one, always the one with all the reasons
So many reasons the come and they go
The reasons for them Ill never know
Ive seen so many, theyve come and theyve gone
Ive turned all mine in and Im happy with one
So dont talk of friendship, do it to me
Make me an offer and make it for free
Dont give me reasons cos I wrote that song
I only want love now so Ill just take the one
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Y
of all the letters of the alphabet
it is you
that has never been satisfied with an answer
the questioning mind
uses you like
there is nothing more important in this world
except an explanation
always searching for the reasons
and justifications
always asking
if it is worth it
if this really matters
if this is really true
and guilt ridden you stumble upon a stone unturned,
blood stained the knife that fooled your hand:
why?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If Christ Came Questioning
If Christ came questioning His world to-day,
(If Christ came questioning,)
'What hast thou done to glorify thy God,
Since last My feet this lower earth plane trod?'
How could I answer Him; and in what way
One evidence of my allegiance bring;
If Christ came questioning.
If Christ came questioning, to me alone,
(If Christ came questioning,)
I could not point to any church or shrine
And say, 'I helped build up this house of Thine;
Behold the altar, and the corner stone';
I could not show one proof of such a thing;
If Christ came questioning.
If Christ came questioning, on His demand,
(If Christ came questioning,)
No pagan soul converted to His creed
Could I proclaim; or say, that word or deed
Of mine, had spread the faith in any land;
Or sent it forth, to fly on stronger wing;
If Christ came questioning.
If Christ came questioning the soul of me,
(If Christ came questioning,)
I could but answer, 'Lord, my little part
Has been to beat the metal of my heart,
Into the shape I thought most fit for Thee;
And at Thy feet, to cast the offering;
Shouldst Thou come questioning.
'From out the earth-fed furnaces of desire,
(Ere Thou cam'st questioning,)
This formless and unfinished gift I brought,
And on life's anvil flung it down, white hot:
A glowing thing, of selfishness and fire,
With blow on blow, I made the anvil ring;
(Ere Thou cam'st questioning).
'The hammer, Self-Control, beat hard on it;
(Ere Thou cam'st questioning,)
And with each blow, rose fiery sparks of pain;
I bear their scars, on body, soul, and brain.
Long, long I toiled; and yet, dear Lord, unfit,
And all unworthy, is the heart I bring,
To meet Thy questioning.'
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Sonnet: There Are Reasons for All Things
There must be reasons for the shaking leaves;
There must be reasons for the swaying trees;
There must be reasons for the drying sheaves;
There must be reasons causing any breeze.
There must be reasons for the waves at sea;
There must be reasons for ripples in pond;
There must be reasons for the sea briny;
There must be reasons for a mutual bond.
There must be reasons for the changing climes;
There must be reasons for both drought and rain;
There must be reasons for good and bad times;
There must be reasons for a boon or bane.
There must be reasons for all things on earth;
But not much reasons why men sin since birth!
poem by John Celes
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I've known Shawn for several years. And he's just an amazing talent. He's a great writer, a marvelous, marvelous guitar player, and plays really good fiddle.
Hey
You were on the second floor
Hanging out the window watching the cars Passing by
With that look in your eye
I was hanging round below
Waving to ya from the road
I was calling your name
You were miles away
Hey
You've been wondering
What's it to ya
You've been questioning why
All day
It's such a silly thing
Still it threw ya
Caught you by surprise
You're coming to me loud and clear
There's nothing really for us here
Its a terrible thing
Hanging on by a string
There's nothing left for me to say
You've said it all already now I won't
Add anymore
I'll just slip out the door
Hey
You've been wondering
What's it to ya
You've been questioning why all day
It's such a silly thing
Still it threw ya
Caught you by surprise
You and I so sick
And tired of
Hanging around
You and me we both
Agree it's all over now
All over now
Hey
You've been wondering
What's it to ya
You've been questioning why all day
It's such a silly thing
Still it threw ya
Caught you by surprise
song performed by by Bic Runga from Drive
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The Reason Why I Am Here
people.
the reason why i am here, people
is people, satisfied people, looking for more
to tickle their tongues
for more satisfaction, the reason is people,
people who become restless because nothing
seems to make them people anymore,
people who love people
are the reasons for being here
people who miss people
people who question about being people
people who offer answers
they look for the content of the poem as answers
but there is really nothing
contentious about this
a poem simply pleases
puts forth what is in the heart of people
one that teases
and yet cannot be held by the hands
of people
one that slips like a fish in your hands
one that flies away
the moment it hears steps of men
coming on its way
birds are the reasons, fishes are the reasons
the sea, the depths,
the drowning feeling,
the rising and the falling the coming back and forth
of waves, are the reasons,
so many reasons why we are here
at the end
we look at each other, hands akimbo
eyeballs rolling,
without an answer.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Too Marvelous For Words
Johnny mercer / richard whiting
Youre just to marvelous
Too marvelous for words
Like glorious, glamorous
And that old standby amorous
Its all too wonderful
Ill never find the phrase
That says enough, tells enough
I mean just arent swell enough
Youre much too much, and just too very very
To ever be, to ever be in the dictionary
And so Im borrowing a love song from the birds
To tell you that youre marvelous
Too marvelous for words
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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With no matter what human being, taken individually, I always find reasons for concluding that sorrow and misfortune do not suit him; either because he seems too mediocre for anything so great, or, on the contrary, too precious to be destroyed.
quote by Simone Weil
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Yet there are thousands of Indigenous people searching for family members.
quote by Malcolm Fraser
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Last of the thousand kisses
Every thing has a beginning
And every thing that began has an end
Good or bad
Pallatable or otherwise
Joyful or saddening
Things have an end as they had a beginning
Though, most of the times, we know as to
When things began
We do not really know as to
When they are going to end
There is a need for us to be
Prepared for the nemesis
Whether such an end is
Acceptable to us or not
We really do not know
Whether it is the last of the thousand good things we have done
Whether it is the last of the millions of breathes we have taken
Whether it is the last of the billions of beats our heart has performed
Whether it is the last of the thousands of suppers we had
Whether it is the last of the thousands of the tear droplets we shed
Whether it is the last of the thousands of hearty laughters we had
Whether it is the last of the thousands of affectionate hugs we made
Or
Whether it is the last of the thousands joyful intimacies
We had with our life partner
So
Let us enjoy every bit of every thing we do
Let us be involved
Let us be immersed
Let us be lost
Let us be perfect
Let us be self-satisfied
Let us be exciting the beneficiary of our deed
With whatever we do
As if it is the
Last of the thousand kisses
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Searching
I'm searching for something
Something I've already found
But not knowing that I've found it
Not even sure what it is that I've found
I'm not sure it's my soul that can't find it
Or my senses that seem to block my mind
From finding what I'm searching for that
I've already found
Or is it the heart that I can't trust to help me
Find my way to this thing I have found but don't know
I've found it
Is it the barrier we all have to come across?
That we will find but never know that we have found it
Or is it my lonesome imagination
trying to play tricks on me
I guess this is just one more thing
I have to deal with today
I know I'll always be searching
for something I've already found
And it will always be searching
for me but it has already found me
I know this thing I'm searching for
has and will change my life for the better
For I hold it very dear to me but don't know I do
And it holds me dear to it but
dose not know it holds me dear
I will always be within it
It will always be within me
We are part of each other
Pieces of a puzzle
The stars in the map of stars
Two wings of a butterfly
But what could it be that I'm searching for
Dose it think about me
Dose it wonder about who I am
Is it just as confused about me
as I am about it
as we lay on the blanket under the stars silently thinking
you turn on your side put your hand around me
then say so sweetly
so passionately
I'm so glad I found you baby
I've been looking for you for a life time
I love you and always will
for you are the only thing I’ve been
searching for
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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As soon as a norm is established, people start questioning it, which is probably a good thing in the end.
quote by Robyn Hitchcock
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Things Happen For Their Reasons
Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.
Things happen for their reasons.
And,
What is there to say...
That can excuse mistakes away.
Stop that need to medicate.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why waste time in prolonged debates.
Thing happen for their reasons.
What is the purpose for seeking escapes.
Things happen for their reasons.
Acceptance eases,
The facing of one's fate.
Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.
Stop that need to feed on grief.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why squeeze a healing wound to bleed.
Things happen for their reasons
They happen for their reasons.
And aging doesn't make one safe.
Or offer escapades as a gateway to charade.
Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.
Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.
Even while one ages,
With a life reminisced played on many stages...
Try their best to gracefully accept,
Things happen for their reasons.
And those experienced,
Eventually see this.
Things happen for their reasons.
And in the living of one's life...
A discovery reveals,
Those reasons with insight.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Marvelous For Words
Youre just too marvelous
Too marvelous for words
Like glorious, glamorous
And that old standby amorous
Its all too wonderful
Ill never find the words
That say enough, tell enough
I mean they just arent swell enough
Youre much too much, and just too very very
To ever be, in websters dictionary
And so, Im borrowing a love song from the birds
To tell you that youre marvelous
Too marvelous for words
Youre much too much, and just too very very
To ever be, in websters dictionary
And so, Im borrowing a love song from the birds
To tell you that youre marvelous
Too marvelous for words
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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There's Not Too Many Reasons
There's not too many reasons,
I would...
Set aside my pride.
And there's...
Not too many reasons,
I would...
Not have a peaceful sleep at night.
No!
There's not too many reasons,
Why I...
Wouldn't eat or wish to feel that need.
Or...
Feel a hopelessness inside me,
Without you.
No!
There's not too many reasons,
Why I could not cope.
And...
There's not too many reasons,
Why I'd give up hope.
And...
There's not too many reasons,
Why I'd be on knees.
No...
There's not too many reasons,
Why I could not eat.
And...
There's not too many reasons,
Why I could not sleep.
Or believe there's a me to live and breathe,
Without you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I cannot transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.