Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.
quote by Alexander Pope
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Ode on Solitude
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
Whose heards with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest! who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix'd; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me dye;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lye.
poem by Alexander Pope
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Solitude
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire;
Whose trees in summer yield shade,
In winter, fire.
Blest, who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years, slide soft away
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day.
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mixed; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
poem by Alexander Pope
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Broken Picture Frames
I lost something big, something i never had,
something you took away, something from my past.
I need something else, i dont need you,
cause you dont care about what you do.
You dont even care about me,
so why did i wake up this morning,
why did i try and talk to you,
why did i take my first breathe on november 14.
I guess so you could laugh in my face years later.
so you could watch me cry, and watch me die.
so when i checked in my inbox u still didnt reply.
im still here and im still living but i dont wanna live anymore, i dont wanna breathe, i wanna drown sometimes, im going through to much.and yes this is about you so get happy, get happy because you made me cry, get happy because you told me to write a poem about you and i did, get happy because when i die i wont miss any of you.
Get happy because you took it away, you took it away now you have to live with your misery i wont be miserable with u
poem by alyaisa S.S.S
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Cooney Potter
I inherited forty acres from my Father
And, by working my wife, my two sons and two daughters
From dawn to dusk, I acquired
A thousand acres. But not content,
Wishing to own two thousand acres,
I bustled through the years with axe and plow,
Toiling, denying myself, my wife, my sons, my daughters.
Squire Higbee wrongs me to say
That I died from smoking Red Eagle cigars.
Eating hot pie and gulping coffee
During the scorching hours of harvest time
Brought me here ere I had reached my sixtieth year.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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It is true that Mr. Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation, after which there was a commitment to give 40 acres and a mule. That's where the argument, to this day, of reparations starts. We never got the 40 acres. We went all the way to Herbert Hoover, and we never got the 40 acres. We didn't get the mule. So we decided we'd ride this donkey as far as it would take us.
quote by Al Sharpton
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Blood Bound
Countdown, descending down to zero
Bursting into flames
Can't you see the coming of a hero
On this enchanting day
So stand up and be counted
In the solar glance in the desert sand
No longer the hunted
United we are 'til the day we fall
A chain unbreakable
Every link is allied to our mighty vow
We're Blood Bound - We aim for the sun
The luminous moon will take us high over ground
We're Blood Bound - Collecting the stars
We hold a power that is greater than all
We're Blood Bound
Watch out, the heathen's all around us
Always watch you back
We've got a lust for freedom
Whatever they say we know we'll stay
We are indestructible
And no matter what happens we will rise above
We're Blood Bound - We aim for the sun
The luminous moon will take us high over ground
We're Blood Bound - Collecting the stars
We hold a power that is greater than all
We're Blood Bound
Look into my eyes
Tell me what is hidden deep inside
Chains about to break
It's the everlasting freedom for us all
We're Blood Bound - We aim for the sun
The luminous moon will take us high over ground
We're Blood Bound - Collecting the stars
We hold a power together
We're Blood Bound - We aim for the sun
The luminous moon will take us high over ground
We're Blood Bound - Collecting the stars
We hold a power together - Blood Bound
Power forever - Blood Bound
Power - We're Blood Bound
song performed by by Hammerfall
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My Dog
'Twas in a pub just off the Strand
When I was in my cups,
There passed a bloke with in his hand
Two tiny puling pups;
And one was on me with a bound,
Seeking to lick my face,
And so I bought him for a pound
And took him to my place.
Three acres by the shore I own,
A hut, a pint wood;
And there for fifteen years alone
He shared my solitude.
It was his own, his only world,
And when with hunting spent,
Each night beside my bed he curled,
And slept in sheer content.
My dog is dead. Though lone I be
I'll never have another;
For with his master-worship he
Was closer than a brother.
My foot is frail and I am old,
Yet how my heart can pity
Pups straining on a short leash-hold
And pent up in the city.
From all thought of self above,
And purged of sex emotion,
I know no form of living love
So deep as dogs devotion.
I have no hope at all of heaven,
I've lived in sin and strife;
But thank God! I at least have given
One dog a happy life.
poem by Robert William Service
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Red With Native Blood
Give them back their bloody land,
red with native blood.
We have soiled it so, with our hands,
red with native blood.
The earth was stained, when we first came,
red with native blood.
We stole their domain, with a barbaric claim:
that we were civilised and they were not,
that they were the savages and we were not,
when we ravaged the land that began to clot,
red with native blood.
Not content with genocide
we interned them in reserves.
To break their culture
and tribal ways;
in stealing children
the state was brave,
to turn their women
into household slaves,
and hope their men would die,
unmourned, in lonely graves;
a problem to us no more.
Give them back their bloody land,
red with native blood.
Acknowledge their just demands,
wash the stains from our hands,
give them back their bloody land,
red with native blood.
poem by David SmithWhite
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Happy, Happy, Happy!
There's nothing wrong with me
...I'm happy
I live life to wake each day
...and be happy
i want to enjoy it in each and every way
...and be happy
I feel content to be here now
...i'm very happy
To be depressed i wouldn't know how
...because i'm happy
i walk each day with a smile on my face
...yep, because i'm happy
i don't like to cry or be sad
...because my life is happy
i think being miserable, is what makes people lives bad
...so, you guessed it, i'm happy
are you? =]
poem by Heather Coldwell
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Are You Happy Now?
Now, don't just walk away
Pretending everything's okay
And you don't care about me
I know it's just no use
When all your lies become your truths
And I don't care yeah yeah yeah
Chorus
Could you look me in the eye
And tell me that you're happy now?
Would you tell it to my face?
Or have I been erased
Are you happy now?
You took all there was to take
And left me with an empty plate
And you don't care about it, yeah
And I am giving up this game
And leaving you with all the blame
'Cause I don't care yeah yeah yeah
Could you look me in the eye
And tell me that you're happy now? yeah
Would you tell it to my face
Or have I been erased
Are you happy now?
Are you happy now?
Are you happy now?
Do you really have everything you want?
You can never give something you ain't got
You can't run away from yourself
Chorus
Could you look me in the eye?
And tell me that your happy now?
come on tell to my face
or have i been erased
Are you happy now?
would you look me in the eye?
could you look me in the eye?
I've had all that I can take
I'm not about to break
'Cause I'm happy now
Are you happy now?
song performed by by Michelle Branch
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It's just a little ranch. Thirty-five acres. In Texas, if it's not a thousand acres, it's considered a ranchette.
quote by Betty Buckley
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Flowerstand Man
'Bout a month ago
I'd never seen your face
I'd never heard your voice
'Bout a month ago
I am a careful hunter
And I had to search
Before I found your love
'Bout a month ago
Are you my boy or the Flowerstand Man
You bought such colour to this place
Are you my boy or the Flowerstand Man
With you I am laid back
I don't care if every River runs so dry
I don't care if every Species were to die
I don't care about the Ozone layer
I wouldn't notice if it wasn't there
Oh no I don't care if we sell Coke to Africa
I don't care about apartheid
I wouldn't notice if it all get better
I don't care about the starving who've died
Your my boy when the way you live and breathe
I don't care about anything but you
Your my boy when the way you live and breathe
I don't care about anything but you
Take me home
song performed by by Faithless
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Dream snow
twinkle like little star in the heaven,
droplets fall; wish and glide call a
shooting star bless by night that
makes the day
oh! wonderful cool breathe move
comes from the sky, for the little soul
wants to fall, touching lives that never
full
amazing fun makes the ground
rich of joy, leads it face run so fine;
though melt as it’s gone and see as it
glows, for a beautiful morning snow
always gone
cheer and care, crystallize snow
patiently wait as you go hands and feet
touch the ground, cool little happy
droplets wish to see
awesome thirst makes the will free …
poem by Antonio Liao
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Why Am I Happy?
'Why is it, ' you ask, 'That you're so content?
'What inspires that smile? '
Well, if you want to know, my friend,
Then sit and listen for awhile.
I'm happy that the sun is shining,
That orb so cheery and bright.
I'm happy to live in this great land
The land of red, blue, and white.
I'm happy to have my family,
Parents, sisters, all my kin;
I'm happy to have such wonderful friends,
Who love me wherever I've been.
I'm happy for my Father's love,
I'm happy for my Savior's gift.
I'm happy for the Spirit's life,
For the God who out of darkness lifts.
I can spend all day telling you why I'm happy,
I've nothing better to do.
But isntead of asking me why I'm happy,
A better question is, 'Why aren't you? '
poem by Aidan Clevinger
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Felix Schmidt
It was only a little house of two rooms --
Almost like a child's play-house --
With scarce five acres of ground around it;
And I had so many children to feed
And school and clothe, and a wife who was sick
From bearing children.
One day lawyer Whitney came along
And proved to me that Christian Dallman,
Who owned three thousand acres of land,
Had bought the eighty that adjoined me
In eighteen hundred and seventy-one
For eleven dollars, at a sale for taxes,
While my father lay in his mortal illness.
So the quarrel arose and I went to law.
But when we came to the proof,
A survey of the land showed clear as day
That Dallman's tax deed covered my ground
And my little house of two rooms.
It served me right for stirring him up.
I lost my case and lost my place.
I left the court room and went to work
As Christian Dallman's tenant.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Spoken word *Just Breathe
breathe like its your first time or your last
breathe like you just got an A in class
and you have not studied all year, so you don't know how you passed
inhale, exhale, gasp
breathe like its 5pm Friday afternoon
like your 7 yrs old sitting in front of your television watching Saturday cartoons
breathe like a newborn fresh from his mothers womb
breathe, breathe, breathe,
breathe like your favorite team just won the big game
like the girl you've had a crush on actually knows your name
breathe like the guy you've been eying feels the same
like you'll never again feel pain
breathe like the sun just parted the rain
breathe like the whole world has gone crazy
and your the only one left sane
breathe like every other day is a holiday
and the day before that day is pay day
breathe like your son just came home from war
breathe like your kidnapped 12 yr old daughter just came walking through the front door
breathe like you don't know what stress is
breathe like you did when all you wanted was to do what the big kids did
breathe like its the last day of school
like you've worked for 65 yrs and your retiring to your pool
breathe like your family and your word is all you got
like you must hit the bullseye and only have one shot
breathe like you just survived the Holocaust
breathe like the only religion that matters is being a human being
breathe like you would if society followed Dr. King's dream
breathe like its your first time or even your last
poem by Daryl Hennix
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Just Breathe
! Spoken Word!
breathe like its your first breath or even you last
breathe like you just got an A in class
and you have not studied all year, so you don't know how you passed
inhale, exhale, gasp
breathe like its 5pm Friday afternoon
like your 7 yrs old sitting in front of your television watching Saturday cartoons
breathe like a newborn fresh from his mothers womb
breathe, breathe, breathe,
breathe like your favorite team just won the big game
like the girl you've had a crush on actually knows your name
breathe like the guy you've been eying feels the same
like you'll never again feel pain
breathe like the sun just parted the rain
breathe like the whole world has gone crazy
and your the only one left sane
breathe like every other day is a holiday
and the day before that day is pay day
breathe like your son just came home from war
breathe like your kidnapped 12 yr old daughter just came walking through the front door
breathe like you don't know what stress is
breathe like you did when all you wanted was to do what the big kids did
breathe like its the last day of school
like you've worked for 65 yrs and your retiring to your pool
breathe like your family and your word is all you got
like you must hit the bullseye and only have one shot
breathe like you just survived the Holocaust
breathe like the only religion that matters is being a human being
breathe like you would if society followed Dr. King's dream
breathe like its your first time or even your last
Just breathe
poem by Daryl Hennix
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I believe that the brain has evolved over millions of years to be responsive to different kinds of content in the world. Language content, musical content, spatial content, numerical content, etc.
quote by Howard Gardner
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Native pride
We sing We dance We share with one another We tell storys from are past this is native pride We love one another We care for one another not just are self but for all liviing things this is native pride We dance as one We sing as one this is native pride...
poem by Gerald Cree
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Awakening Means....
awakening means....
i can hear you!
i can see you!
i can taste you!
i can feel you!
i breathe in our suffering,
i breathe out our freedom.
awakening means...
no need for a name!
no need for possessions.
no need to conquer!
no need to convert!
i breathe in our humanity,
i breathe out our equality.
awakening means....
i cannot help but care!
i am already involved.
i am immersed and drenched.
i have countless forms.
i breathe in our common labor,
i breathe out our sacred journey.
awakening means...
the journey is the destination.
we are the journey.
we are the destination!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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