Of course, the kids who had never heard of a person called Ben E. King were then aware of the name associated with the song. That gave a tremendous lift to me as an artist.
quote by Ben E. King
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Poem: 'Self-Abandonment
- 9. May.2006 -
The kids at school were mean to her
They called her nasty names
The kids at school abandoned her
Left her out of all their games
The kids at school hurt her badly
With each word that cruelly spoke
The kids at school were so unloving
As they slowly stole her hope
The kids at school were never kind
They put her through unspeakable hell
The kids at school gave up on her
So she gave up on herself…
poem by Rachel Ann Clark
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The United States cannot feed every person, lift every person out of poverty, cure every disease, or stop every conflict. But our power and status have conferred upon us a tremendous responsibility to humanity.
quote by Richard Lugar
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A friend of mine called and said they're interested in having you do a song for the new Pokemon. All my kids are grown up, so I'd heard of it, but I didn't really know what it was.
quote by Donna Summer
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Angela King is a lovely person with a tremendous sense of art.
A Mouse Is Killed Today
a mouse is killed today
by an artist
who got mad because
the mouse ate his painting
of the nude woman
that evening while he got so furious
the mouse was at his hole
on the floor eating his usual cheese
the artist mumbled and murmured
and grumbled
and the mouse heard it
and called it
slapstick poetry
a doggerel,
the artist was not able to hold his temper
anymore
got an armalite and shot the hole with the mouse in it
in the name of art
the artist invokes his right to kill the mouse
he says it was
' clearly an artistic expression
and protected by the First Amendment.'
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Diamond Ring
He gave me a diamond ring, he did.
He gave me a diamond ring.
He gave me a song to sing, he did.
He gave me a song to sing.
I wore that ring night and day
but the song just went away.
'Cause my heart knew something wasn't right
when I heard him say,
'I'm gonna need that ring for a while.
I'll get you another soon.'
He took my ring and off he went
whistlin' a tune.
I recognized that tune you see.
It was the song he gave me to sing.
And so I followed the sound of the tune
and saw what he did to my ring.
He gave it to another fool
and gave her a song to sing.
My heart said to me night and day,
'That ring didn't mean a thing.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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An Old Christmas Song
I heard an old old Christmas song
sung by grandma on Christmas eve.
I heard an old old Christmas song
of a virgin who did conceive.
I heard an old old Christmas song
of a Christ child who will relieve.
I heard an old old Christmas song
of glad tidings we shall receive.
I heard an old old Christmas song
of peace on earth we shall achieve.
I heard an old old Christmas song
of joyful people who did grieve.
I heard an old old Christmas song
of pain eternal we shall leave.
poem by Joseph C Ogbonna (15 December 2019)
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Diddy Levine
In the later forties
When diddy levine lived with eunice king
He gave her the ring that she wore
Janice the smiling daughter
Who came from a marriage way before
But eunice was the father that she always saw
Though they never never never never told her
She always knew the score
You see kids were so much wiser after the wars
But diddy hadnt have enough
She had to get some more
On a ration piece of paper, she wrote eunice, Im not sure
And with her child in her arms
She went looking for a fling
Besides, she didnt like the name mrs. king
The first time that she heard damper dan
Was on the radio
Crooning at a volume that was way, way down low
Diddy was surprised to hear that dampers name was dan
Soon after he was a calling
And he asked, begged and pleaded for her hand
Dampers heart was dampened
When diddy answered no, no, no, no, no
But if she changed her mind, she said dan, Ill let you know
With her child in her arms
She went looking for man
Besides, she didnt like the name damper dan
Janice the smiling daughter grew up to be a teenage queen
Through all of her mothers lovers
She kept the name levine
Behind the picture house she first made her scene
With a boy called allister
Who was dating a friend called celine
And celine wasnt mad when janice came in between
But allister got scared when he heard
And he joined the usa marines
Inheritance, you see, runs through every family
Who is to say what is to be is any better
Over and over it goes, goodness and badness winds blow
Over and over, over and over
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over
The good and the bad winds blow
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Diddy Levine
In the later forties
When diddy levine lived with eunice king
He gave her the ring that she wore
Janice the smiling daughter
Who came from a marriage way before
But eunice was the father that she always saw
Though they never never never never told her
She always knew the score
You see kids were so much wiser after the wars
But diddy hadnt have enough
She had to get some more
On a ration piece of paper, she wrote eunice, Im not sure
And with her child in her arms
She went looking for a fling
Besides, she didnt like the name mrs. king
The first time that she heard damper dan
Was on the radio
Crooning at a volume that was way, way down low
Diddy was surprised to hear that dampers name was dan
Soon after he was a calling
And he asked, begged and pleaded for her hand
Dampers heart was dampened
When diddy answered no, no, no, no, no
But if she changed her mind, she said dan, Ill let you know
With her child in her arms
She went looking for man
Besides, she didnt like the name damper dan
Janice the smiling daughter grew up to be a teenage queen
Through all of her mothers lovers
She kept the name levine
Behind the picture house she first made her scene
With a boy called allister
Who was dating a friend called celine
And celine wasnt mad when janice came in between
But allister got scared when he heard
And he joined the usa marines
Inheritance, you see, runs through every family
Who is to say what is to be is any better
Over and over it goes, goodness and badness winds blow
Over and over, over and over
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over
The good and the bad winds blow
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Twilight Song
Through the shine, through the rain
We have shared the day’s load;
To the old march again
We have tramped the long road;
We have laughed, we have cried,
And we’ve tossed the King’s crown;
We have fought, we have died,
And we’ve trod the day down.
So it’s lift the old song
Ere the night flies again,
Where the road leads along
Through the shine, through the rain.
Long ago, far away,
Came a sign from the skies;
And we feared then to pray
For the new sun to rise:
With the King there at hand,
Not a child stepped or stirred—
Where the light filled the land
And the light brought the word;
For we knew then the gleam
Though we feared then the day,
And the dawn smote the dream
Long ago, far away.
But the road leads us all,
For the King now is dead;
And we know, stand or fall,
We have shared the day’s bread.
We may laugh down the dream,
For the dream breaks and flies;
And we trust now the gleam,
For the gleam never dies;—
So it’s off now the load,
For we know the night’s call,
And we know now the road
And the road leads us all.
Through the shine, through the rain,
We have wrought the day’s quest;
To the old march again
We have earned the day’s rest;
We have laughed, we have cried,
And we’ve heard the King’s groans;
We have fought, we have died,
And we’ve burned the King’s bones,
And we lift the old song
Ere the night flies again,
Where the road leads along
Through the shine, through the rain.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Best Friend
Have you heard of the one called Savior?
Have you of His perfect love,
Have you heard of the one in heaven,
Have you heard how He gave His son'
Cause I found this love,
I believe in the Son. Show me Your way.
I believe in the One called Savior,
I believe He's the risen One,
I believe I'll live forever,
I believe that my king will come,
Cause I found this love,
I believe in the Son. Show me Your way.
Chorus:
Jesus, you are my best friend,
And you will always be,
And nothing will ever change that,
Jesus, you are my best friend,
And you will always be,
And nothing will ever change that.
Bridge:
Nothing will ever change that,
Nothing will ever change that,
Nothing will ever change that,
Nothing will ever change that.
song performed by by Hillsong
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A Song In Our Heart
We have a song we love to sing, a special song about our King.
Friend this King will always be, The King through all of Eternity.
This song we sing in our heart, throughout our day plays a part,
As the sweet melody within, reminds us that we belong to Him.
Friend, The King of all Eternity, through The Spirit, lives in me,
My heart became His Throne, when He made me His very own.
God gave me brand new life, through The Savior Jesus Christ,
Who fills my heart all day long, with a new and everlasting song.
A song unlike any other friend, for once it begins, it has no end.
The song will then fill your heart, with Christ’s love from the start.
Christ then fills you with a peace, from God that will never cease.
And in this song you shall find, God’s comfort for heart and mind.
Friend, this song, you shall see, will focus you heart on Eternity.
The song is lead by The Holy Spirit, and not all men can hear it.
But The Spirit fills you with mirth, the day you receive new birth.
It then continues in eternal song, when we join Heaven’s throng.
Christ can make all things new, and this day He can start in you.
When you let Him be your King, you too will have a song to sing,
As He fills your heart with love, that only comes from God above.
And just like His song of peace, the Love of God will never cease.
(Copyright ©03/2006)
A Nude Artist
A Nude Artist
he says he is a nude artist
because he is naked when he paints
such nakedness has
nothing to do with being a nude artist
a naked artist who paints a cat or a chicken
is not a nude artist
there is no nude cat
thyere is no nude chicken
just paint a naked woman
and he will be called a nude artist
an artist is not an art
he must know that
- Frog Mantra, Accents Publishing,2012 -
poem by Suchoon Mo_
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The product of the artist has become less important than the fact of the artist. We wish to absorb this person. We wish to devour someone who has experienced the tragic. In our society this person is much more important than anything he might create.
quote by David Mamet
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That One Song
That one song that two
people share between
themselves.
A song that has so many
positive memories in
that one song.
And when it comes on
Everything seems to stop-
And nothing matters but
all the memories with
that one song
and that one person.
When they are there with you.
you can remember together.
When the other person is not
there it makes you wish.
That they were with you
to hold you and to
dance with that person.
To move with the beat
standing together in
the arms of each other
Once you find that person
to share that one song with.
Nothing should break the
bond between you.
The bond of love.
poem by To Those Who Wonder What Life Is About
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Showdown
Johnny cool was the king
The leader of the boot boys
Hed never cause no trouble
In a rumble make some noise
He heard about some chick
And they she like to rock
He said come here honey
Let me see you lift up your frock
Theres gonna be a showdown
Miss lucy was a chick
He knew she like to ball
He said come on lucy
It doesnt matter to me at all
But miss lucy got a fella
With a flick knife in his hand
Johnny cool pulls a shotgun
The man is in command
Theres gonna be a showdown
King cool
King kong
King king
With all the kings
King of hearts hes a lover
King of spades hes a brother
King of clubs makes a dollar
King of diamonds the wedding ring
Theres gonna be a showdown
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Protection
The things you're doing are
Illegal in your own country
So you travel around the world
Looking for your heaven
Little girls are waiting there
Forced to be abused
By you
Refrein:
It was their mother
She made them scream
Even though they were
All she had then
But she needed the money
If she wanted to survive
She had to be selfish
Gave her kids away
Gave her kids away
And as she's sitting there
She's playing with her girlfriends
She is playing with her dolls
Tries to catch a butterfly
But when the monster comes in
She has to put up make-up
Again
Refrein:
It was their mother
She made them scream
Even though they were
All she had then
But she needed the money
If she wanted to survive
She had to be selfish
Gave her kids away
Gave her kids away
And as you're lying there
The sheets you lie on
Are all full of blood
The cross you pray on
But where's your god
There was no protection no
There was no protection no
There was no protection no
Nooo
Refrein:
It was their mother
She made them scream
Even though they were
All she had then
But she needed the money
If she wanted to survive
She had to be selfish
Gave her kids away
Gave her kids away
song performed by by Krezip from Nothing Less
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Rich kids gave us their old clothes. They were the best clothes we ever had. We were these very pure, naive, poor children. The rich kids called us a lot of names but it never bothered us because we didn't know what the words meant.
quote by River Phoenix
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My Song
I wrote a song
It's called 'my life'
I tried my best to make it a good one
I'd never written a song
Twas indeed my first
I had an eraser
I couldn't clean my mistakes though
It turned out to be a long song
A hundred and twenty pages worth
A page a year
I made a mess of it
Blue pen made a mark
As depression took a quarter of it
Yellow pen made an entrance
I decided it was better than blue
Red pen tried to hurt me
As all anger was kept inside
Green pen whispered a note
I wished I had my neighbour's song
So many colours on just one song
Twenty-five pages were dark
I knew not which way to go
I tried to turn a page but couldn't
I basked in pages gone
Hence left several pages blank
Twenty-five pages were wet
As tears serenaded my heart, it did the pages
Too much pain in one song
Tried to change the words
The things I thought all made the song
On a scale of good to bad, bad stole the day
I searched and found other songs titled 'my life'
I wrote my song the way they had
My song was like a painting
One in utter disharmony
One drawn by a clueless artist
But an artist whose passion burned his painting
I set my heart on fire on page 35
There had to be more
And more I had
On page 120, my eyes were dim and hands tired
Since pages couldn't be turned
My mind sat, and looked back
What had I done?
I'd been mountain high
I'd been valley low
I'd been good
I'd been bad
I'd been....
I lay my head on my song
Took my last breath
But before I did
I held a girl
Who had a song called 'my life'
She read my song
And shed a tear
And said I had written....a masterpiece.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Pride
Pride
I heard you saying it is the first of the seven deadly sins
But for me it is a virtue and its absence cause deficiency
We only need to restore it, our major goal in treatment
For if it is destructive, conceit and arrogance among our fellows
Then the pride in us properly be called unhealthy
Not a feeling of positive regard to drew out our potentiality
Pride without humility is a feeling of superiority
But for pride in a correct understanding, feels good of who he is
Aware of his limitation and retains a secure heart
For pride is his justice of admiration for humanity
Without he alone or she only but share the success with others
For failure of others has no room in “the heart”
and acceptance never depart
Pride then is a feeling of positive regard of himself
Very healthy feeling a tremendous motivator for self actualization
He does not need to elevate from others for he is secure and mature
A genuine self pride moves to condemn not but to promote no strife
For pride is part of him but not unjust yet with self communion
Self aware of being not vexed by power of pride
but possesses mature and healthy nature
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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