For those of us who have lost loved ones in their prime - as I did when my father and other relatives succumbed - even one of those years would have been a precious gift.
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Precious
Precious little angel
Take a look at what you've done
Well I thought my time was over
But it's only just begun
Precious little angel
You're my own sweet turtle dove
Won't you stay with us for ever
In a bundle full of love
I was lost until you came
Precious little angel
Won't you spread you light on me
I was locked up in the darkness
Now you've come to set me free
I was covered up with sadness
I was drowned in my own tears
I've been cynical and twisted
I've been bitter all these years
I was lost until you came
I was lost until you came
And wouldn't I run a thousand miles
To be with you
And wouldn't I run a thousand miles
To be with you
Precious little angel
Tell me how can it be true
That such a gift from heaven
Has been sent for me and you
Precious little angel
Don't you worry don't you cry
When this bad old world has crumbled
I'll be standing at your side
I was lost until you came
song performed by by Eurythmics
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My Friends Back In My Prime Years
My friends back in my prime years I never did disown
It's just that I live far from them and apart we have grown
We drank and played football together but our separate ways we've gone
And we have forged new friendships and life of course goes on.
My friends back in my prime years may now look a bit gray
And they might not know me or I might not know them if by chance we met today
In my memory they have remained young but in reality
The years have left their mark on them as the years have left their mark on me.
Old father time the aloof one to anyone doesn't bow
And some of my friends of my prime years may be grand parents now
Perhaps they now are showing their age and time has left them slow
They could run fast as I recall some twenty years ago.
My friends back in my prime years I may now not recognize
For time leaves it's mark on all of us I've come to realize
I drunk beer with them in the pub and with them played football
And that was many years ago as I can well recall.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Father Joe Murphy
When i was a Schoolboy Father Joe Murphy was a young man
I recall him and his Brothers Doney and the late Johnny Dan
And though of my existence he hardly would know
One cannot help but remember the great Father Joe.
Fifty five years as a priest something to celebrate
The man has been blessed in his great gift of faith
To his own higher self and to his god true
We must give him credit since credit he is due.
Devoted to his god by good example he lead
At living a good life one who does succeed
A credit to Millstreet and the pride of his clan
The great Father Joe is a wonderful man.
In this age of the cheapening values in life
With warring and famines and poverty rife
A story like Father Joe's a great story to hear
There's still hope for humanity it does appear.
Fifty five years a priest is something well worth a boast
To Father Joe Murphy we will drink a toast
He was in his prime years when i was quite young
And surely his praises deserve to be sung.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Love L O S T
LOVE LOST
I missed the Fantasy
of LOVE
when I was of prime age
aptly, my friend hinted once
that I have lost
50% of charms of life….
……….his statement was perhaps true !
for, I was poor, simple
and of very ordinary looks
quite unfit for sweet little talks
in cheap cotton pants
on to it un-ironed shirts
in faded dhoti and Hawaii chappal
and with rationed pocket money, on hand
even the poorest girl
could not have liked me in -
as I was a total mismatch
for her asking basic dreams
still, I have had no regrets
for being so unfortunate,
because I knew pretty well
that no one would have
truly loved me then
even, if I wished and cried for one
having lived for six long decades,
I now, recollect those ‘love lost' years
surrendering unto the Heaven's best designs
I have been raised from rags to riches;
…….with an enduring gift of a unblemished, passionate,
dutiful, exceptional wife, whom I LOVED thru' rest of my life.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Father & Son
There is the family photograph
That is your father’s face,
There is your father’s father
Grey-gathering years apace;
The son, bright-eyed in the morning,
The father, lined and drawn,
The son became the father
On the day that you were born.
We’ve all set out on the highway
Our fathers wished us well,
The sons became the fathers
In the same distinctive spell;
The road of all beginnings
Is all there is to lend,
But many a twist, and many a turn
Has marred us at the end.
He was my father’s father,
I am my father’s son,
We’ve travelled as far, and farther
Than our father’s years have run;
The twists and turns of fortune
Mean nothing, lost or won,
But the love of a father’s father,
And the love of a father’s son.
3 September 1977
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Ode to Prayers
whenever I pray
I dedicate the prayers
to whoever comes to my mind
be they my enemy, friend, pet,
father, mother, relatives long gone
the Prime Minister, the Queen
this is how the Almighty really
wants us to do I think and
those images are sent by him
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Precious Memories
As I travel down lifes pathway,
Know not what the years may hold.
As I ponder, hopes grow fonder,
Precious memories flood my soul
Precious father, loving mother,
Glide across the lonely years.
And old homes scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appears.
Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul.
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious sacred scenes unfold.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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A Sunday Prayer For Our Lost Sisters And Brothers
Dear Father God, once again I come to you on a Sunday morning.
Father please know that I love you dearly, I respect your name,
I love your son Jesus. Father know that I give thanks for all that you have given, your wondrous views, your precious animal kingdom, the miracle of childbirth and more.
Father this Sunday I would like to focus on praying for your children who deny you, those who say you don’t exist, those that
refuse to acknowledge you in any way. Yes Lord I pray for them
for they are lost and as your son said a long time ago, “they no not what they do”. Father cleanse their minds, open their eyes and show them the way to the truth. Father speak to them, walk with
them.
Father these people are lost, misguided and need you in their lives,
although they may never ask you Lord, give me the knowledge,
wisdom, patience and strength to know how best to minister to
these non believers. Use me Lord as a vessel to deliver your
word so they may understand there is no other that comes before
you.
Lord we all have our problems, we are all sinners, I have sinned
and still have weaknesses, but Lord I would never deny you, I
get my strength from you, I know when I have fallen you will be
there to pick me up and start me once again on the right track. I
know you will comfort me in my saddest hours. I know I will
here the whispers of your precious voice, I know you love me, I
have faith in you and I trust only in you and not in man. I belive
only in you and not in man, I know I can deal with any situation
with you by my side. Father I want these people to know you as
I do.
I ask this prayer this Sunday morning in the name of your precious
son Jesus. Thank you Father, Amen.
poem by Melvina Germain
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Precious Memories
(traditional)
As I travel down lifes pathway
Know not what the years may hold
As I ponder, hope grows fonder
Precious memories flood my soul
Precious father, loving mother
Glide across the lonely years
And old homes scenes of my childhood
Infond memories appears
Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious sacred scenes unfold
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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A Gift From Me To You
I am sending you all
a gift for Christmas.
The gift isn’t big at all,
but when it blossoms,
it is the biggest gift of all.
It comes with love and hugs
that are just for you to keep
for a rainy day
to chase the blues away.
You won’t see the gift
as it is invisible to see,
but you will know its there
and everyone will see.
You see the gift
I am giving you for Christmas
is something from the heart.
It is too big
to fit in any box.
The gift is the gift of friendship,
the most precious treasure
I can give,
it comes from a loving heart
for as long as I may live.
So please accept my gift
as it comes from me to you.
poem by David Harris
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Loved You!
when your father
looked into your mother's eyes
in that special way....
i loved you!
before the stones were hauled
to build mighty Rome...
i loved you!
before the fire was first lit
in that long lost cave...
i loved you!
before our ancestors
crawled up on the shore...
i loved you!
before land and sea
were seperate entities....
i loved you!
before day and night,
when light and darkness were one...
i loved you!
and after all is done,
and this world falls down....
i will love you!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Margaret Thatcher
Ethics detached from intelligence
(a dangerous thing in woman) .
She abused her education
by sunbathing her ego
in every passing neon light.
Because of this, in later years
she succumbed to a hoarse belligerence
(a dangerous thing in woman) .
This led to premature decline
and loss of the key to her precious memories
which was all she had salvaged from her good years
before her sycophants turned against her
in favour of a council estate boy.
poem by Brian Taylor
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Pride Comes Before A Fall
The great one does not last a champion in his prime
He lost to a younger man with some help from father time
The years had left him slow time takes care of us all
He defended his pride but pride comes before a fall.
And even what a difference five or six years can make
To keep on keeping on for him a big mistake
He should have called it quits a couple of years ago
For the money he kept going though the years had left him slow.
Once feted and admired but that was in the past
And he too had his day and nothing ever last
He went down rather tame to one that he once would beat
And for one proud as he there is no pride in defeat.
The beaten one this time he has called it a day
Though perhaps six years ago he should have given his game away
But his pride kept him going wisdom never was his friend
And his glory day for him one might say at an end.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Father God
Father we leave year 2007 and walk through the gate of 2008
Father God, I thank you for all the years you have given me.
For allowing me to live with love, trust and prosperity.
Oh Father I travelled through darkness back into the light.
You never let me out of your sight.
You are my strength, you are my power,
you never forgot me in my saddest hour.
When all else fails you stand by my side
giving me the courage needed to survive.
Father thank you for the precious gifts,
My children, my talents, the honour to live.
To see your beauty from an earthlings eyes.
To gaze at the view in your awesome sky.
I thank you for the earth so beautiful and green,
the vast waters filled with treasures unseen.
Thank you Father for every breath I take
For the eyes to see each morning i wake
In the name of your precious son Jesus
Thank you Father God.
Written: Jan.8,2008
poem by Melvina Germain
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A Conflict Between Love And Hate
Years ago and a world away from here,
There was the naive man I used to be-
A man, who steadfastly refused to see
That you were the very last woman that I should have come near!
In retrospect, it is the worst decision I ever made,
Except for the one precious gift you cannot take away!
But for her, thoughts of you would not take a day
Of my precious time; I have ardently prayed
For a resolution to this conflict, between love and hate-
That I may forgive you for all that you have done,
And move past the hatred that continues to complicate
The quest of a Father, to make his Daughter number one!
For the sake of her alone, I try to leave hate in the past,
To forget all the reasons for same that I have amassed!
-Maurice Harris,30 July 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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Years are lost
Years are lost
In futile revelations
Sanity succumbed
To useless relations
What stood time –
But a pure heart
So tenderly destroyed
By a trusting art
Casts, we all play
Moulded by selfishness.
Time sporadically
Strips it to nakedness
The Truth
The Truth seized
Laid, Raped
Loses its profanity
Years are lost
In futile revelations.
poem by Kiran Prasad
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My father was killed by a German mine, while I lost other relatives in Allied bombing attacks.
quote by Jean-Marie Le Pen
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The Lost Machine
Lost machine, giant maze
Big engine, cruising space
Ozone years, controlled daze... keeps the engine running
Silver beams, analyze
Robot teams, supervise
That was then, this is now... it must run anyhow
Don't you try, to know why
We can't talk, close that door
My father, remembers
Grand-father, remembers
Patc
I can tell, this is hell
No one talks, no one talks
One day will we understand
How much the future is here right now?
One day will they understand...
How true... the future is here, and how!
Remain silent
Lost machine, never fails
3-D screen, one message
Keep working, generate... it's the same everyday
Don't you try, to know why
I can't talk, close that door
My father gave me a small stone that he received from his father. This
stone was brought from earth by our early ancestors over 3OO years ago,
since the machine started working. Our mission... my mission, to reach
central control and throw it into some vital part of the main engine...
and blow the precious generator... I do not want to have to pass this
down to my own son
song performed by by Voivod
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I'm Still My Father's Child
When I lost my father I put myself under the fatherless, but
Now I know he had to go for me to realise that
I’ve always been blessed with two fathers
When I lost my father I thought everybody you love is bound to leave
But now I know he was just here for a purpose and he had to go
For me to realise that I have a Father that will never leave nor forsake me
When I lost my father I thought it was the end of what we had, but
Now I realise that our relationship was a parable. He has to leave
For me to practice what he taught me with my eternal Father
When I lost my father I thought nobody will ever fill his space, but
He had to leave for me to know my Heavenly Father
For us to have a close relationship that we have now
When I lost my father I though God had taken him away from me, but
Now I understand that he had to go for me
To remain my Father’s child forever.
I AM MY FATHER’S CHILD
poem by Sihle KaPhila Zulu
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Thank you Heavenly Father
You are the one and only true God
Thank you heavenly Father, for being the on who has and still
working on my behalf
I think...no I know my puny mind could not figure
the whole thing out
not by myself,
I'd lost my sanity had it not been for you
years ago 'Thank you Father'
You are GOD and there is no other
and there will never, never, ever be another
Thank you Father
for giving me peace
you know how I run to you when I'd get alarmed
especially when I have a heavy heart while shedding tears
Thank you Father for forgiving me of
disobedience, contrary, behavior 'Thank you Father'
thanks for not allowing me to die in those sins I was in
Thank you Father for our union
poem by Sylvia Loven Carter
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