Angels may be very excellent sort of folk in their own way, but we, poor mortals in our present state, would probably find them precious slow company.
quote by Jerome K. Jerome
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Dead Folk Don't Talk
On the day she died they all came,
though I was shocked they recalled her name
but they drank our booze and ate our cake
yeah they ate our cake alright.
Maybe they meant well
maybe not
but you can't keep dead folk company
for dead folk, they don't talk.
Nobody came and nobody called
when she was ill and dying.
Nobody seemed to care at all
and now they're all here crying.
Maybe they meant well
maybe not
but you can't keep dead folk company
for dead folk, they don't talk.
So I sat there dazed and out of control
listening to them talking,
but when she were alive, the house was still,
just me and mother sighing.
Maybe they meant well
maybe not
but you can't keep dead folk company
for dead folk, they don't talk.
And afterwards, when they all went
I carried out her last requests.
I moved her gas fire, paid the rent
and left a note to the dairyman.
Nobody came and nobody called
when she was ill and dying.
Nobody seemed to care at all
and if they say they did, they're lying.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Lost Gem Of Mya’s
Bouncing to the ground, no one heard a sound.
For the Gem that was precious indeed,
Gem was for a necklace, not a ring.
Gem being so really small, was hard to see if at all.
Mya felt Gem’s absence and became sad with despair,
How could she find it “Out of thin air”?
Then Mya asked Sue if she had a clue.
Sue asked her angels for their help and guiding light,
Sue found it instantly right there on site.
Sue then tells Mya, “It was the angels that helped me”
Mya nodded her head and agreed,
for she believed because angels helped her mother,
find a precious object in the past, now Mya was grateful
for this Gem didn’t wind up in the trash.
Mya offered to take Sue out to eat as a thank you and a treat.
Sue thought that was very sweet, and thanked Mya
and the angels who found Mya’s Gem at her feet.
Written on Feb.2,2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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A Carrier Song
I.
Since you have waned from us,
Fairest of women!
I am a darkened cage
Song cannot hymn in.
My songs have followed you,
Like birds the summer;
Ah! bring them back to me,
Swiftly, dear comer!
Seraphim,
Her to hymn,
Might leave their portals;
And at my feet learn
The harping of mortals!
II.
Where wings to rustle use,
But this poor tarrier -
Searching my spirit's eaves -
Find I for carrier.
Ah! bring them back to me
Swiftly, sweet comer!
Swift, swift, and bring with you
Song's Indian summer!
Seraphim,
Her to hymn,
Might leave their portals;
And at my feet learn
The harping of mortals!
III.
Whereso your angel is,
My angel goeth;
I am left guardianless,
Paradise knoweth!
I have no Heaven left
To weep my wrongs to;
Heaven, when you went from us;
Went with my songs too.
Seraphim,
Her to hymn,
Might leave their portals;
And at my feet learn
The harping of mortals!
IV.
I have no angels left
Now, Sweet, to pray to:
Where you have made your shrine
They are away to.
They have struck Heaven's tent,
And gone to cover you:
Whereso you keep your state
Heaven is pitched over you!
Seraphim,
Her to hymn,
Might leave their portals;
And at my feet learn
The harping of mortals!
V.
She that is Heaven's Queen
Her title borrows,
For that she pitiful
Beareth our sorrows.
So thou, Regina mi,
Spes infirmorum;
With all our grieving crowned
Mater dolorum!
Seraphim,
Her to hymn,
Might leave their portals;
And at my feet learn
The harping of mortals!
VI.
Yet, envious coveter
Of other's grieving!
This lonely longing yet
'Scapeth your reaving.
Cruel! to take from a
Sinner his Heaven!
Think you with contrite smiles
To be forgiven?
Seraphim,
Her to hymn,
Might leave their portals;
And at my feet learn
The harping of mortals!
VII.
Penitent! give me back
Angels, and Heaven;
Render your stolen self,
And be forgiven!
How frontier Heaven from you?
For my soul prays, Sweet,
Still to your face in Heaven,
Heaven in your face, Sweet!
Seraphim,
Her to hymn,
Might leave their portals;
And at my feet learn
The harping of mortals!
poem by Francis Thompson
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Lost Gem Of Mya’s
Bouncing to the ground, no one heard a sound.
For the Gem that was precious indeed,
Gem was for a necklace, not a ring.
Gem being so really small, was hard to see if at all.
Mya felt Gem’s absence and became sad with despair,
How could she find it “Out of thin air”?
Then Mya asked Sue if she had a clue.
Sue asked her angels for their help and guiding light,
Sue found it instantly right there on site.
Sue then tells Mya, “It was the angels that helped me”
Mya nodded her head and agreed,
for she believed because angels helped her mother,
find a precious object in the past, now Mya was grateful
for this Gem didn’t wind up in the trash.
Mya offered to take Sue out to eat as a thank you and a treat.
Sue thought that was very sweet, and thanked Mya
and the angels who found Mya’s Gem at her feet.
Written on Feb.2,2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Watching her baby sleeps
I am not qualified to peep into your mild dreams
Even to your lonely Mom's frustrated World.
She waits anxiously for your missing father's arrival
From the rage battlefield.
Your precious smile with Angels
And no wars there.
I think of my old cradle poor mom swung
And once I too dreamed the same Angels like you.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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O Little Town Of Bethlehem
(phillips brooks)
O little town of bethlehem
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and reamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight
For christ was born of mary
And gathered all above
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondring love
O morning stars together
Proclaim the holy birth
And praises sing to God the king
And peace to men on earth
O holy child of bethlehem
Descend to us, we pray
Cast out our sin and enter in
Be born in us today
We hear the christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell
O come to us, abide in us
Our lord , precious lord, emmanuel!
Precious lord
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Excellent education and an excellent environment are two hallmarks of our state. How we treat our environment is connected to so many other opportunities in Maine.
quote by John Baldacci
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We had a certain kind of really big prestige among, I suppose not just intellectual folk, but a sort of nice middle class intelligent folk of a very urban nature.
quote by Adolph Green
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Mary Loves Precious
Mary loves her Precious so dear—
she misses Precious who passed last year.
Precious was Mary's companion and pet
she still has her Brownie who is her very good friend.
Mary gave Precious a happy life-
she was there for Precious in her time of strife.
Mary gave both dogs the love they needed—
Mary has happily and joyfully succeeded—
To experience the lasting unconditional love
of Precious who is with the angels up above.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Los Angeles: The Beautiful Tragedy
The city of angels is where I want to be
Where I don't know them
Where they don't know me
Either with company or alone
The city is my kingdom
And I want to sit on the thrown
Just room for one king
This city, so beautiful yet deadly
This city never sleeps
Filled with angels and creeps
Filled with the rich and with the poor
Filled with the saints and the whores
I wouldn't have it any other way
This is my kingdom you see
Because whether I like or not
I'm both inprisoned and free
poem by Rey Contreras
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Mortals And Immortals
Behold, the mortals of blood
Are not powerful like us;
The windows we see through
Show us light of our moods.
The silence of immortality is,
Greed shall conquer the young
Who are yet too evil and kind,
Much like mortals of blood.
It is grand sourness to hurt
The blood of folk who learn;
The immortals of desire can craze
Over the health they possess.
Infer from thoughts of gold and silver,
They glisten and you must listen.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Hazey Jane
Do you curse where you come from,
Do you swear in the night
Will it mean much to you
If I treat you right.
Do you like what you're doing,
Would you do it some more
Or will you stop once and wonder
What you're doing it for.
Hey slow Jane, make sense
Slow, slow, Jane, cross the fence.
Do you feel like a remnant
Of something that's past
Do you find things are moving
Just a little too fast.
Do you hope to find new ways
Of quenching your thirst,
Do you hope to find new ways
Of doing better than your worst.
Hey slow Jane, let me prove
Slow, slow Jane, we're on the move.
Do it for you,
Sure that you would do the same for me one day.
So try to be true,
Even if it's only in your hazey way.
Can you tell if you're moving
With no mirror to see,
If you're just riding a new man
Looks a little like me.
Is it all so confusing,
Is it hard to believe
When the winter is coming
Can you sign up and leave.
Hey slow Jane, live your lie
Slow, slow jane, fly on by.
song performed by by Nick Drake
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My Precious Daughter
Have you met my precious daughter?
She's sometimes quite a hoot!
And although sometimes I've caught her,
Though naughty, she's so cute!
While I've done my best to reach her,
To save cash while she can,
God has also been her teacher,
To help her fellow man...
She made me proud the other day!
Donating to the poor,
She gave her savings all away
And thrilled me to the core!
To think she cared, unasked by me,
Unprompted, still she gave...
She sacrificed unselfishly,
The other lives to save...
Now that's what I believe worthwhile,
A noble sentiment...
That's when my child made me to smile,
For she was Heaven-sent...
I cherish her with all my heart,
She's daily in my prayers,
For giving proves a lifelong art,
From such as she who cares...
Children in need are precious, too,
But children can support,
The ones in need when they're in view,
It only takes some thought...
It's good to save, don't get me wrong!
We like expensive things!
Yet nothing makes the heart more strong
Than growing angels' wings!
So be an angel, when you can,
Bless charities you find,
It's when we help our fellow man
That we find peace of mind...
My darling daughter, comprehend,
You're precious in my sight!
God loves a cheerful giver, friend!
So give with all your might!
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2011.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Perfect Christmas Present
A gift so precious
only one is given
one thats always been tremendous
a gift that will always be taken
A gift that no other
presents could ever amount to
a present to stay together
of just me and you
Christmas day is just another day
without you by my side
without your words to say
without you as my present to find
Sparkling Christmas lights
shine on my loves delight
see the love thats given
as the Perfect Christmas Present
12-6-2011
dedicated to my Specail Love :)
Merry Christmas People! ! ! !
poem by Bellaina Bella Hernandez
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0161 Heaven: thoughts from 1350 AD/CE
Heaven is not a place; it is a state;
not in the clouds, nor here on earth beneath;
heaven's not in front, behind, nor left nor right -
and yet, in love it comprehends all these.
God is not found by silence, nor by speech;
not found by fasting, nor by finest food;
not by seclusion, nor by company -
and yet, within all these, and all around.
There's nowhere, thus, to go; for all is here;
and nought to do but, present, here to rest;
and resting, wish and will and love God dear
with full intent; no other interest.
All's within the heart, so vast, so great -
for heaven's not a place; it is a state.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Hazey Jane I
Do you curse where you come from,
Do you swear in the night
Will it mean much to you
If I treat you right.
Do you like what youre doing,
Would you do it some more
Or will you stop once and wonder
What youre doing it for.
Hey slow jane, make sense
Slow, slow, jane, cross the fence.
Do you feel like a remnant
Of something thats past
Do you find things are moving
Just a little too fast.
Do you hope to find new ways
Of quenching your thirst,
Do you hope to find new ways
Of doing better than your worst.
Hey slow jane, let me prove
Slow, slow jane, were on the move.
Do it for you,
Sure that you would do the same for me one day.
So try to be true,
Even if its only in your hazey way.
Can you tell if youre moving
With no mirror to see,
If youre just riding a new man
Looks a little like me.
Is it all so confusing,
Is it hard to believe
When the winter is coming
Can you sign up and leave.
Hey slow jane, live your lie
Slow, slow jane, fly on by.
song performed by by Nick Drake
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Cant Slow Down
My heart is a drum thats pounding.
My mind is a note thats sounding.
Let the choir sing your praises.
Ill state my case in four-note phrases.
Can I get a witness to my rate?
Will anyone quantify my fate?
While Ive been waiting for you,
Lives Ive been creating for you.
I cant slow down.
Like a river Im flowing on and on.
Some way, somehow.
I will find out where I am going.
Someday.
The meaning of life is to attack.
Theres a special joy in coffee black.
When I see the red, the black, the green,
Im seeing the color of my dreams.
My song is a tree thats hollow.
My mantra is I must follow
Where those hooded eyes are leading.
I cannot be stopped for speeding.
I cant slow down.
Like a river, Im flowing on and on.
Some way, some how.
I will find out where I am going.
I cant slow down.
Like a river, Im flowing on and on.
Some way, some how.
I will find where I am going.
Someday.
song performed by by Information Society
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We mortals with immortal minds are only born for sufferings and joys, and one could almost say that the most excellent receive joy through sufferings.
quote by Ludwig van Beethoven
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Lost In My Dreams
Oh, what a summer!
My precious love where are you?
I wanted you and i needed you to come back to me;
But life is not fair when you are gone forever!
I am still lost in my dreams,
Thinking of you daily without a clue;
My precious love where are you?
The weather is too cold and i need you,
Like the dream of the changing seasons;
Oh, what a winter!
My precious love where are you?
It is time to move on to crown my day without you.
How much i needed you in my arms,
How much i wanted you in my arms,
For you are very excellent in love my sweet one;
Like a plant planted by the river side.
My precious love where are you?
The sun is heating on me without you;
My precious love where are you?
The snow is falling on me without you;
My precious one where are you?
I am still in lost in my dreams and i need you.
The vegetation is green and i need you around,
But life is not so fair when you are gone forever!
I am lost in my dreams and i need you.
My precious love when will you come back to me?
I know how much i needed you;
My precious love where are you?
I know how much you wanted me;
Come back to me oh my sweet one;
For i am lost in my dreams without you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Serious Injury II
I keep company with bad company, you see
the kind that welcome themselves but leaves
with a piece of who I am
little by little they track mud and fear
across the floor of my mind
disturbing the little peace that I keep framed
shattering the glass portraits of my heroes
ripping the sheets of my lovers
all in the name of insanity and solitude
I keep company with bad company, you see
the sort your eyes hide from but sneaks
glances when your asleep and thinking apart
they whisper wonders of my failures softly like my lady
touch me rudely and roughly when I'm aching
taking pieces of my shimmer and gloss
all in the name of insanity and solitude
I keep company with bad company, you see
the ones that take love away and play
keep away and far enough so that I won't believe
in the yesterdays and verses laid
pretending to be and not be
attempting suicide on my fantasies
they rule me and stab at my vision
blurring me temporally and eternally inside
all in the name of insanity and solitude...
poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis
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