And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart.
quote by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
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Im In Love All Over
(don king, j.d. martin)
Well Im flying out of tulsa
Trying to get out to the coast
Missing my connections
But its you I miss the most
Im in love all over (echo)
Im in love all over (echo)
Well Im in love all over
Everywhere I go
Well my heart feels like bursting
When you walk into the room
My lips just start thirsting
For another kiss from you
Im in love all over (echo)
Yes Im in love all over (echo)
Im in love all over
From my head down to my shoes
In search of true affection
I found a new direction
And thats straight to you
Oh I use to like to play around
But I can see thats all over now
Oh my friends sure like to gossip
Think they know the gospel truth
Words leak like a faucet
When it comes to me and you
Im in love all over (echo)
Oh Im in love all over (echo)
Yes Im in love all over
Everywhere I go
Im in love all over
From my head down to toes
Im in love all over
Everybody knows about me and you
Repeat verse 5, 6, 7
Oh yes they do
Cause Im in love all over
Im in love all over
Yes Im in love all over
Yes Im in love all over
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Maybe Baby
I heard stories about you
Id like to think that they were true
I did not know youd be like that
With those surprises under hat
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my maybe baby
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my maybe baby
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my maybe baby
When you dance between the stars
In the night late sweet and dark
Turn them over one by one
You dont need to jump the gun
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my maybe baby
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my maybe baby
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my maybe baby
When the night is feeling flush
And when the night is all a hush
Electric look eclectic blue
Keep one dream that wont come true
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my maybe baby
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my maybe baby
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my ma-aybe baby
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my ma-aybe baby
Maybe baby
Maybe baby
Be my, be my, be my, be my maybe baby
Maybe baby
Maybe baby
Youre the one (? )
Maybe baby
Maybe baby
Maybe baby
Be my, be my, be my, be my maybe baby
(unintelligible) maybe baby
I heard stories about you
Id like to think that they were true
Be my maybe (? )
Be my, be my, be my, be my
(fade)
song performed by by Cars
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Oh Happy Days
Oh happy days,
Everyone likes you.
Oh happy days,
Please stay today.
Oh happy days,
Sweet like honey.
Oh happy days,
loving family ties.
Oh happy days,
Giving us strength.
Oh happy days,
Children out playing.
Oh happy days,
On the green grass.
Oh happy days,
With boundless optimism.
Oh happy days,
I give thanks.
Oh happy days,
Dreaming for more.
Oh happy days,
Warm and bright.
Oh happy days,
Like love eternal.
Oh happy days,
And glad memories.
Oh happy days,
New hope prayers.
Oh happy days,
With smiling faces.
Oh happy days,
Holidays and health.
Oh happy days,
With close friends.
Oh happy days,
Generous and giving.
Oh happy days,
Shiny rainbow dreams.
Oh happy days,
Till the very end.
Oh happy days,
Always and forever.
Amen.
poem by Rowina Mallick
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Hope in Heaven's Day
Grief be mine, I ask you so,
If not for you, I wouldn't know,
How life once was and then be still,
How so precious, that death do steal.
Because that grief, won't go away,
Learn to let it have its way.
The link to love, a precious one,
Is met with grief and still not done.
The days do come, and nights do go,
Grief will stay as time is so.
And so a loved one passes on,
And grief comes in and carries on.
Does grief get better, I will ask,
It's hard to say, while at its task.
There is grief to help us cope,
There is God to give us hope.
Grief will surely go away,
On that glorious heaven's day.
But while its here, there's just one thing,
Pray our Lord, for peace he'll bring.
poem by Arlene Dery
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Echo
Echo, echo...
We come, we go-woah
No I don't want to be just another
Echo, echo...
Everywhere I go
There's something I really need
Everyone I know
Is someone I want to be
Even though
I don't really know me
I better pick it up
Before I let it slip away
I better stick it out
Before I take another day
Into mouth
Everything I say fades out
Echo, echo...
We come, we go-woah
No I don't want to be just another
Echo, echo...
Can I open up your eyes?
Only when the clouds break?
Can I feel the light?
Even though the world shakes
Every night,
You're my quiet satellite
Can I hold you close?
Do her out of focus
And everything I know
I don't even know this
It all falls through
I'm here and I hear you
Echo, echo...
We come, we go-woah
No I don't want to be just another
Echo, echo...
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Cause I need to, just to reach you
Do you hear me?
Coming clearly?
Am I hollow?
Just an echo
Echo, echo...
We come, we go-woah
No I don't want to be just another
Echo, echo...
Echo, echo...
We come, we go-woah
No I don't want to be just another
Echo, echo...
song performed by by Vertical Horizon
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Anxiety About The Post Death
How your progeny grows and branches
Is beyond your knowledge after death.
How people, loyal to you and to whom
You’d been, are helpful to your children
Also is beyond your comprehension.
How the things you handled, will be handled
By your progeny is a dilemma.
These pains worry you about the death.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Baby Jesus is the Gift of Life
Happy Day, Happy Day
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
The Lord is Good
The Lord is Good, The Lord is Good
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
Give rise to the Lord
Give rise to the Lord
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
Baby Jesus has been born
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
We celebrate this Day
We celebrate this Day
The building of truths
The building of temples
We worship this day
We worship this night
Mother Mary with Baby Jesus
Mother Mary with Baby Jesus
Gives rise to this occasion
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
We pray for you dear Lord
That our ancestors will follow
That our souls will be redeemed
Before the stars of this great Light
The Breath of Life
Is our God-Given right
Oh, Happy Days
Oh, Happy Nights
The Lord is Good
The Lord is Light
The Lord made the heavens
To govern the days and nights
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
Christmas Day has come
Christmas Day is fun
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
Give Glory to the Lord
Give Glory to the Lord
Memories of tradition
Memories of this season
We decorate our tree
We decorate our Wise men
Soon great nations will follow
Soon great nations will follow
We are free to worship
We are free to pray
The stars of Jesus
Are the stars of Light
We biblically speak
We biblically prosper
Oh, Happy Days
Oh, Happy Days
Miracles from Heaven
Show the great disciples singing
Oh, Happy Days
Oh, Happy Days
Let all truths be known
From this Day forward
Let all truths be known
From this Day forward
We biblically speak
We biblically prosper
We thank-you Baby Jesus for this tree
T+he gift of Life!
poem by Ray Allan James
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Day 1
Happy days!
Days of fun
Days of shine
Days of sun
Happy days!
Days I won
Days I earned
Today has just begun
Happy days!
Days I dread
To wake up
With a burning head
Happy days!
For which I wait
With furnished fear
And hollow hate.
Life Is Cool
life is cool,
with you, i need a pull, my cover
life shows affection, rain and sunlight,
with your kisses, you speak volume
with words not heard, but action cared,
who says, you are not mine,
i tell him every dime of time
you proved true good, life is cool,
who says, you are not real, then,
let him tell me life does not
exist, what about this affection,
those words are infection, cause
this is my detection, life is
cool, so let me pull her to
my bed, and then she knows
am now heard, since am the head
still, respect that life is
cool, cause those affection, rainfall,
sunlight, are too true to be rude,
life is cool
poem by Dare David
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What old sadness can I let go of by sharing it today
How can we measure the grief we feel and and how we could put up with it. Doesn't the grief of death weight a ton or more. Doesn't it strenth out to a month a year or still longer. Is the grief of failture lighter then then the grief of empyness. Wheather we try to ingore or make light of it our grief like a ton of feathers or a ton of rocks is all the same to us. This much is sure if we lock our grief it will weight more on us. Andlengthen out if we open our hearts with weeping and words others will help carry it away. written and Posted 1/1/10
poem by Susie Sunshine
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Lip Service
Words inspire and words destroy
Words conspire and words annoy
Words spread freedom and words detain
Words believe them in sound refrain
Words of passion in words misleading
Words without action are words without meaning
poem by P.R. Prosper
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Disingenuousness
Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.
Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:
Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!
Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
The March of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Happy Birthday to the Bard
Happy Birthday Mr Shakespeare
all power to your quill and ink
your works are still as powerful today
as when you were alive and in the Pink.
You gave us the lovers Romeo and Juliet
Hamlet, Macbeth, The Taming of the Shrew,
characters like Lysander, Claudius,
King Lear, and Henry the fifth part Two.
You wrote about murder and death,
treachery, war, and hideous lives,
but you also liked to make us laugh
with tales about all those merry wives.
You even had your own language and words
which is still giving your fans lots of pleasure
your plays are known all around the World
people just love The Tempest and Measure for Measure.
So happy Birthday to you William Shakespeare
even though I've found your work heavy and hard
but there's no doubt you were a literary genius
and that's why they call you our number one Bard.
poem by Kevin Halls
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The Life We Had
You have certain illnesses in the way of life,
The formations and tissues inside us are in the way of life.
My offspring are never ill because of my efforts,
Their living and dying carry a burden and abruptness, in the way of life.
My brain sees some in pain, yet health conquers all,
Children will unite and give me suffering, no calmness in the way of life.
The days are numbered, for when I die in my old age,
This child always will cry and lament, for I am generous, in the way of my life.
Weeks and months have led to the beginning of my life,
A death has overcome us, my wife has left us, and the way of my life.
The intelligent progeny react and talk more along the lines of peace,
Is this not a face of pain, a delivering of genius, in the way of my life.
My wife was an unspeakable power of the way we were,
The life around has mattered to our giantess, in this way of life.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Eloquence Of Truth
Coming from our experience,
Made of uniqueness,
Truth is the mankind option,
Seeking the truth is a matter of life.
Spoken words are coming to our lives,
Touching us with the essence or the poisson of the content,
After each true word or lie we've hear,
We get sensitized in our hearts and never same again.
Each word will have in us a tremenduous echo,
Each word will make us happy or sad,
True words or lies are part from our existence,
But the most important is the eloquence of truth.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Caught who Court Death
Without the blessing of the Gods
with Death you wed.
Yet suicide remains at odds
with those who fear to greet the sods,
who Heaven's gates slam on the dead.
The dead anticipated not,
wait, arms outspread.
Fell leaves their souls which, half-forgot,
skirl, skittles in windy melting pot.
Paradise keeps tabs on age.
Narcissus, dead,
must wait in turn Who turns the page.
No joys, except that in his rage
he'll [s]wallow, outrage his own cage.
If of his face he took much heed,
unless he fed
in fount of Youth, to drown, what need?
On half-life echo, fippled reed,
why haste with such ill gotten speed,
last words repeating? Thus I plead,
Echo swift sped
tell me, beneath the tumbleweed,
art dove or parrot pedigreed?
You, ever lazy, somehow dare
his words to shred, -
Narcissus love, his fretful prayer,
to offer up he did not care.
Death valley sees him stray, despair,
Narcissus dead.
Echo, alive, plays on the air.
The self-same song unites them there,
they would have made a happy pair!
poem by Raymond Radiguet, translated by Jonathan Robin
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Death’s Too Near
Death, you’re standing rather near!
Don’t you understand the fear
You trigger deep within my soul–?
The terror sprung by such a ghoul
Of dark and hideous hue!
Now you’re rattling on my door!
I’m sure I threw you out before –
Methinks you really need to learn!
So leg it please and ne’er return
To haunt me ‘gain, now shoo!
Gain a sense of social pride, and
Keep your bearing far and wide –
Perform the deed when I am done –
Be free and loose to have your fun
When I’m too frail to turn and run,
But now I’ve living to do!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Fiat Lux
Forsaking superficiality
I’ll leap from sleep of forty years or more –
A wilderness too often paced before.
Tenderness replacing nugatory
Lacklustre hibernation's purgatory,
Upwards soars, exploding joy’s hot core.
XY, XY, new fusion bond explore,
Free change-range ‘magmatude’, tuned harmony
In lava-love outpour; nor echo’s progeny, -
An essay onanistic – nor a straw
The drowning clasp as undertow, nor bore
Life swallows when Death hollows destiny.
Unexpected is awakening's state -
X...citement words can only understate.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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To A Cow In Mourning
It aches my heart to hear you mourn poor cow
And i would help you if i could somehow
But only God can resurrect your son
Who has fallen victim of the butcher's gun.
You've mourned since afternoon of saturday
When men from you took fatted calf away
And since saturday all but five days ago
You've lived beneath a cloud of grief and woe.
Your mournful bellows tell of painful ache
In heart that must be very near to break
And the forlorn face and the sad eyed look that tell
Of creature who has lived four days of hell.
Today a wealthy Townman sit and eat
And masticate your offspring's tender meat
And say to wife 'darling the meat taste nice'
It's prime beef like this make meat seem worth it's price.
And your farmer owner he doesn't even care
Of the grief that pains you he seem unaware
He doesn't feel moved by bovine moans or tears
And your mournful bellows fall on heedles ears.
But the only cure for grief and dismal pine
Is the proven and the age old healer time
And time poor cow will help make you forget
That son you loved whom butcher shot to death.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Hope You're Never Happy
Writer Dolly Parton
I wish you all the luck I wish you only the best
Satisfaction in love, and true happiness
I wish you blue skies and rainbows, I wish you joy pure and sweet
I wish you all that you wish for, but only if you're with me
I hope you're never happy with anybody but me
I wish you nothin' but trouble if you've decided to leave
I'm just not like those heroes found in books and on TV
I hope you're never happy with anybody but me
I have had you too long, I have given too much
I have loved you too strong to think of giving you up
I've always envied those lovers that wish you well when you leave
And wish you luck with another; but there are others like me
I hope you're never happy with anybody but me
And every face you look into, I hope you're haunted by me
Yes, I'm possessive and jealous; at least I speak honestly
I hope you're never happy with anybody but me
I'm just not like those heroes found in books and on TV
I hope you're never happy, never ever ever happy
Never ever ever happy
With anybody but me
I hope you're never happy with anybody but me
I wish you nothin' but trouble if you've decided to leave
I'm just not like those heroes found in books and on TV
I hope you're never happy with anybody but me
I hope you're never happy with anybody but me
I hope you're never happy
I hope you're never happy with anybody but me
I hope you're never happy
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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