Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.
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Spring Flowers ~ Hyacinths
Hyacinths blooming in the wood
Fragrantly they are bringing
A primal essence of spring
Often I wish that somehow I could
Hear their tiny bells ringing
Perhaps even hear them sing
Yet they seem so intent on slyly hiding
Among the rocks and grass
As if they might be quite shy
With their fragrance all the while providing
A guide to those who pass
Insuring Hyacinths they spy
Hyacinths must be flirtatious flowers
To play at such
A silly tease
Feigning naivete of their powers
They enchant us
With great ease
poem by Mary Havran
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A Christmas Carol
Welcome, sweet Christmas, blest be the morn
That Christ our Saviour was born!
Earth's Redeemer, to save us from all danger,
And, as the Holy Record tells, born in a manger.
Chorus --
Then ring, ring, Christmas bells,
Till your sweet music o'er the kingdom swells,
To warn the people to respect the morn
That Christ their Saviour was born.
The snow was on the ground when Christ was born,
And the Virgin Mary His mother felt very forlorn
As she lay in a horse's stall at a roadside inn,
Till Christ our Saviour was born to free us from sin.
Oh! think of the Virgin Mary as she lay
In a lowly stable on a bed of hay,
And angels watching O'er her till Christ was born,
Therefore all the people should respect Christmas morn.
The way to respect Christmas time
Is not by drinking whisky or wine,
But to sing praises to God on Christmas morn,
The time that Jesus Christ His Son was born;
Whom He sent into the world to save sinners from hell
And by believing in Him in heaven we'll dwell;
Then blest be the morn that Christ was born,
Who can save us from hell, death, and scorn.
Then he warned, and respect the Saviour dear,
And treat with less respect the New Year,
And respect always the blessed morn
That Christ our Saviour was born.
For each new morn to the Christian is dear,
As well as the morn of the New Year,
And he thanks God for the light of each new morn.
Especially the morn that Christ was born.
Therefore, good people, be warned in time,
And on Christmas morn don't get drunk with wine
But praise God above on Christmas morn,
Who sent His Son to save us from hell and scorn.
There the heavenly babe He lay
In a stall among a lot of hay,
While the Angel Host by Bethlehem
Sang a beautiful and heavenly anthem.
Christmas time ought to be held most dear,
Much more so than the New Year,
Because that's the time that Christ was born,
Therefore respect Christmas morn.
And let the rich be kind to the poor,
And think of the hardships they do endure,
Who are neither clothed nor fed,
And Many without a blanket to their bed.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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The Unattained
A vision beauteous as the morn,
With heavenly eyes and tresses streaming,
Slow glided o'er a field late shorn
Where walked a poet idly dreaming.
He saw her, and joy lit his face.
"Oh, vanish not at human speaking,"
He cried, "thou form of magic grace,
Thou art the poem I am seeking.
"I've sought thee long! I claim thee now---
My thought embodied, living, real."
She shook the tresses from her brow.
"Nay, nay!" she said, "I am ideal.
I am the phantom of desire---
The spirit of all great endeavour,
I am the voice that says, 'Come higher.'
That calls men up and up for ever.
"'Tis not alone the thought supreme
That here upon thy path has risen;
I am the artist's highest dream,
The ray of light he cannot prison.
I am the sweet ecstatic note
Than all glad music gladder, clearer,
That trembles in the singer's throat,
And dies without a human hearer.
"I am the greater, better yield,
That leads and cheers thy farmer neighbour,
For me he bravely tills the field
And whistles gaily at his labour.
Not thou alone, O poet soul,
Dost seek me through an endless morrow,
But to the toiling, hoping whole
I am at once the hope and sorrow.
The spirit of the unattained,
I am to those who seek to name me,
A good desired but never gained.
All shall pursue, but none shall claim me."
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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I Wish I Was A Heavenly Angel
I wish I was a heavenly angel
For I would watch and protect mankind
But I am no heavenly angel
Hence must play in my own kind
I wish I was a heavenly angel
For I would pray for those in sorrow
But I am no heavenly angel
Hence must suffer the torment of borrow
I wish I was a heavenly angel
For I would worship my god day and night
But I am no heavenly angel
Hence must fight for my own right
I wish I was a heavenly angel
For I would always cling to my sword
But I am no heavenly angel
Hence must fight the pain of my fault
I wish I was a heavenly angel
For I would never no tiredness
But I am no heavenly angel
Hence must till the land to grow in abundance
I wish I was a heavenly angel
For I would weep when man sin
But I am no heavenly angel
Hence must pray for my own sin so dire
I wish I was a heavenly angel
For I would shore endlessly in space
But I am no heavenly angel
Hence must check as I walk in pace
I wish I was a heavenly angel
For I would wonder around this world free
But I am no heavenly angel
Hence must stand still as a tree
I wish I was a heavenly angel
For my heart shall always be in joy
But I am no heavenly angel
Hence must behave just like a boy
poem by Samuel Donkor
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Years of life
I have previously observed this place
and this meeting is surely destined,
maybe somewhere here, we did embrace,
while emotions now grabs hold of us
and now that you also do recognize me
your eyes are heavenly blue.
The air above us is heavenly blue
where we look at the stretched out sea
and recognize something of the coast and sea
as if our coming here is destined,
the being together grabs us
as if we are embraced by this moment.
The wind is swishing strong and it embraces us
and we see white horses on the heavenly blue sea
the sand is swished up by the wind
and looking at you, I am stunned by your beauty
and the peppering sandstorm hits us
and I recognize my love for you.
On this shore you did admit to being untrue,
clenched onto the steel railing
as if to that moment was destined
and my eyes at times heavenly blue
then was grey, while I looked at you
and fear and pain clenched my soul
Seeing you again clenched my heart
made me recognize that our love still exists
where you stand watching the beach
and I feel embraced by the past
as if everything now is, in a world so heavenly blue
with a place for you and me in it.
Have our lives been destined to this winter
where chilliness clenches the body, soul and spirit?
As if being caught by something out of our youth
recognized by memories
and I see the perception in your eyes, once heavenly blue
but I see you have now aged.
Lord where we now in later years see Your creation,
are our lives still embraced by You?
Is there a place for my wife and I in your domain beyond the blue sky?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Rich and Poor
In me a sense has felt like each,
One causes others to wonder of strange beliefs,
In a feeding are the poor,
Poor are the opposite of the Rich.
In this side of the valley,
The Rich are better at living,
In opposition to the laughter
Of the Poor.
Poor is not Rich,
And Rich carries no Wealth
Of Heavenly Times.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Lost Scent
Tonight my bound hair
Has fallen astray in this prison
The scent of chenghi in my tresses
Has vanished among the stink of the wolves
The lost scent of my tresses
Torments me
The indelible marks of paws
On my bosom haunt me
In my dream-like-life
Oh my tresses, my comrades
For many a seasons
Somebody cut it this day
It is beyond my endurance
The remnants of stench
In my tresses; in my body
Ema, please cut my hair!
Ema, please peel my skin!
poem by Shreema Ningombam
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Christmas Hymn
Sing, Christmas bells!
Say to the earth this is the morn
Whereon our Saviour-King is born;
Sing to all men,-the bond, the free,
The rich, the poor, the high, the low,
The little child that sports in glee,
The aged folk that tottering go,-
Proclaim the morn
That Christ is born,
That saveth them and saveth me!
Sing, angel host!
Sing of the star that God has placed
Above the manger in the east;
Sing of the glories of the night,
The virgin's sweet humility,
The Babe with kingly robes bedight,
Sing to all men where'er they be
This Christmas morn;
For Christ is born,
That saveth them and saveth me!
Sing, sons of earth!
O ransomed seed of Adam, sing!
God liveth, and we have a king!
The curse is gone, the bond are free,-
By Bethlehem's star that brightly beamed,
By all the heavenly signs that be,
We know that Israel is redeemed;
That on this morn
The Christ is born
That saveth you and saveth me!
Sing, O my heart!
Sing thou in rapture this dear morn
Whereon the blessed Prince is born!
And as thy songs shall be of love,
So let my deeds be charity,-
By the dear Lord that reigns above,
By Him that died upon the tree,
By this fair morn
Whereon is born
The Christ that saveth all and me!
poem by Eugene Field
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You Shook Me All Night Long (feat. Cline Dion)
[Celine Dion]
He was a fast machine
He kept his motor clean
He was the best damn man I had ever seen
He had the sightless eyes
Telling me no lies
Knockin' me out with those American thighs
[Anastacia]
Taking more than he share
Had me fightin' for air
He told me to come but I was already there
'Cause the walls were shakin'
The earth was quakin'
My mind was achin'
And we were makin' it and you...
[Both]
Shook me all night long
C'mon girlfriend
Oh yeah
Shook me
Said you...shook me all night long
Oooh shook me
[Anastacia]
Workin' double time
On the seduction line
He was one of a kind, he's just mine all mine
Wanted no applause
Just another course
He made a meal out of me and came back for more
[Celine Dion]
Had to cool me down
To take another round
Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing
Now the walls were shakin'
The earth was quakin'
My mind was achin'
And we were makin' it and you...
[Both]
[C'mon]
Shook me all night long
C'mon girlfriend, shook me
Ooooooooh...you
Shook me all night long
Everybody sing with me
You shook me all night long
Oooh...
Shook me, shook me...baby
You shook me all night long
Shook me...
C'mon
I said, you shook ma all night long
Oooooooh...oooooh...you
Shook me all night long
You, you, you...
Shook me all night long
You...
Shook me baby...you
Shook me all night long
Yeah, you shook me, you shook me
Oooooh, you shook me, you shook me, you shook me, you shook me
All night...yeaaah
song performed by by Anastacia
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You Shook Me
Written by: w. dixon
You know you shook me. you shook me all night long. - x2
You shook me so hard baby. baby, baby, please come home.
I have a bird that whistles and I have birds that sing. - x2
I have a baby, wont do nothing ...oh, buy a diamond ring.
I said you shook me, baby. you shook me all night long. -x2
You shook me so hard, baby. you shook me all night long.
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Morning Glories
Let Leipoldt write about violets
which are in the field,
I have my own flower
or weed that I adore
and it’s Sunspots
that grows out of the good earth.
You can call it a pest
or a weed,
but I am nuts about the heavenly blue
full of blue flowers that creep everywhere
and push twines out in all directions
Purple cardinal climbers
that climb up everywhere
and after the rain
burst out in all directions
stays a beautiful flower to me.
[Reference: Morning Glories=Sunspots=Heavenly Blue=Cardinal Climber. C.L. Leipoldt’s poem Oktobermaand.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Heavenly Rose
Thou art a heavenly rose below an endless sky of the calmest blue
And for my love of you I can define no boundaries
Promise me the freedom to know every door of your love
And I shall promise you every service beneath the sun,
For ours is the fun of flesh to seek as is the love that makes
Our knees grow weak, I want you, need you, wish for you
To find yourself within my embrace, naked and crying tears
Of joy in the knowledge that I am there for you, below the blue
Caressing the scent and sweetness of such a heavenly rose.
poem by David Lacey
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Get Rich
Columbus sailed the ocean blue
To see what he would fine
With visions of another world
They said he'd lost his mind
But when he told them of the land he'd found
A land so rich with gold
To get the treasures on the other side
They left the lad of old to
(Chorus)
Get rich now
Get rich now
Get rich now
Get rich now
Napoleon thought that he could be
The ruler of it all
The things he wanted were so very big
But he was very small
They spread the word throughout the land
That he would soon be king
But his greed and pride got in the way
And he lost everything to
(Chorus)
Oh the president and the generals
Are getting ready for a war
The only thing that they don't know
Is what they're fighting for
They shine their suits of armor
And they tell us to prepare
While they take wealth and freedom
And just leave us standing there
Get rich now
song performed by by Kansas
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Blue Me
Blue me, blue me
Blue is the color
That fits best on me
Im blue
Just as blue as can be
Blue me, blue me
I cry
And I die
I lie awake at night
And I question why
Must it be
I can never be free
Blue me, blue me
My heart is heavy
But its empty inside
No one to love me
Or to lay down beside
Im blue
The queen of sorrow
Wears royal blue
My luck aint changin
Is it ever goin to
Im blue, oh Im blue
Why must I wear this robe of blue misery
Blue me, blue me
Ooh
This sad old feeling
Is breakin me down
No satisfaction with these blues hangin round
Lord, Im blue
Oh, Im so blue
Why cant I shake it tell me where will this end
When will I get out of this blue rut Im in
Oh, Im blue
Looks like the blues just took a liking to me
Blue me, blue me
Blue me, blue me
Blue is the color that fits best on me
Ooooh, Im blue
Im just as blue as can be
Blue me,
Blue me
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The Ruler and the Ruled {4}
A fresh graduate after his service
For job he roamed the province
There were vacancies in the ministry
He applied for one immediately
The director looked at him and inquired
'Your certificate is exactly what is required
But are you a relative to the president? '
He shook his head and said no
'Are you an in law to the vice? '
He shook his head and said no
'Are you a family friend to a senator? '
He shook his head and said no
'Are a cousin to the speaker? '
He shook his head and said no
'Are you a neighbour to a minister? '
He shook his head and said no
'Sorry, young man you cannot get a job in this tower
You did not pass the nomination of any big man in power
Although your certificate speaks good of your prowess
Try your luck somewhere else'
poem by Anthony Seyi Abiodun
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Horace I: 34
I, who kicked against the goad,
impiety, vain sophistry leave now,
vow to fear God and coming hard a-
bout now steer my little boat to
ports of righteousness; for today
Jove, making him honors of man's amaze,
through a sky of peerless blue his horses
drove from the murk of no piled thunderhead;
such that dull earth shook and brooks
shook in their beds; as Tantalus across the
gulf probably shook and Styx beyond earth and
the sea even to skyfall, past the pillars of Hercules.
Nothing is impossible so God wills:
His wonders multiply. He nods
and Fortunes tinkling fingers wisk
her coveted crown from that head to this.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Are you rich?
Because parents are rich
I am not rich.
Because brothers or sisters
Or in-laws are rich,
Because own children are rich
I am no richer.
Unless I myself am rich
I cannot be rich.
Too late to understand
And hence poor I went.
Agartala
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Song Of Princess Zeb-Un-Nissa In Praise Of Her Own Beauty
WHEN from my cheek I lift my veil,
The roses turn with envy pale,
And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain,
Send forth their fragrance like a wail.
Or if perchance one perfumed tress
Be lowered to the wind's caress,
The honeyed hyacinths complain,
And languish in a sweet distress.
And, when I pause, still groves among,
(Such loveliness is mine) a throng
Of nightingales awake and strain
Their souls into a quivering song.
poem by Sarojini Naidu
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Poverty and Indigence.
Poverty and Indigence.
Is it poverty, ?
Is it indigence, ?
The Master of Paranoia,
Do they know poverty, ?
When they lack troth,
When you are in poverty,
Theres no water,
No clothes,
No basic needs,
Indigence is when you are in the streets,
You keep on calling,
Saying,
I be here and saying I'm poor,
You're rich, oh stiff creature,
You're having eyes and can walk,
Lovable creature,
You never missed a single bliss since Creation,
You're never poor,
Ever rich,
Forever rich for the Heavenly Sanctuary.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Heavenly Arms
Heavenly arms reach out to hold me
Heavenly arms entice you to dance
In a world of ill will, the dancers are still
Heavenly arms reach out to me
Heavenly arms soft as a love song
Heavenly arms bring a kiss to your ear
In a world that seems mad, all the dancers seem sad
Heavenly arms reach out to me
Sylvia
Sylvia
Sylvia
Sylvia
Heavenly arms come to my rescue
Only a woman can love a man
In a world full of hate, love should never wait
Heavenly arms reach out to me
Heavenly arms strong as a sunset
Heavenly arms pure as the rain
Lovers stand warned of the worlds impending storm
Heavenly arms reach out to me
Sylvia
Sylvia
Sylvia
Sylvia
Ohhh-wohhh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ooohhh-ooohhh-ooohhh-ooohhh-ooohhh, oh-woh-woh
Ooohhh-ooohhh-ooohhh-ooohhh, ohh-woh-woh
(heavenly arms reach out to hold me)
(sylvia, you mean so much to me)
(heavenly arms reach out to hold me)
(sylvia, you mean so much to me)
(heavenly arms reach out to hold me)
(sylvia, you mean so much to me)
(heavenly arms reach out to hold me)
song performed by by Lou Reed
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