God made man in his own image, and man returned the favour.
quote by Frank Wedekind
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Do me a favour, bury me
If there is a timeframe for pain
if there is an expiration date for love
an expiration date for everything in life
I just wonder who decides the duration
are we protagonists or bit players?
Take this childish forever and give it a border
let it to fend for itself
this ridiculous feeling deserves your mockery
and when you'll have finished with it
do me a favour, bury me
Yesterday my son built Lego planes
the ultimate joy was to destroy them
that smashing reminded me of my mess
what a awkward image
well, I will cut my hair one day or another
Take this shame and wreak havoc on it
cover all with fresh flowers
this musty smell is unbreathable
and when you'll have finished with it
do me a favour, bury me
Anyway I guess I'm a little bit obsessed
and obsession is not healthy at all
but who can stop this necessity to know?
I have to get the back of the well
I will taste its water to see if it is drinkable or not
Take these sorrows and spit their poison out
I don't want to infect your soul
put a tight bandage on each wound
and when you'll have finished with them
do me a favour, bury me
poem by Ilaria Boffa
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Man And Money
God made man in His own image,
Man made money in his own image,
God made man to be immortal,
Money made ma to be immoral,
Man made God to be very sad,
Money made man to be very mad.
poem by Frank Odindo
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Lost In Image-II
He elocuted speeches.
He himself did not write.
But he had persona.
And stage presence.
The best representation,
Of a manufactured image.
And not seen since,
In their eyesight.
And it has been more than twenty years...
He made any appearances,
Of a questionable leadership.
Made to give a lasting impression.
Greater now than ever,
After his death.
And this very day...
People with this addiction ask themselves,
'What would 'he' do?
What would 'he' say? '
And even though he has long passed away...
There are those doing the best they can,
Trying to recreate his comments made.
Since they...
Are lost,
In his image!
And images sustains their beliefs,
Too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ship That Never Returned
On a summer's day while the waves were rippling, with a quiet and a gentle breeze;
A ship set sail with a cargo laden for a port beyond the sea.
Did she ever return? No, she never returned, and her fate is still unlearned,
But a last poor man set sail commander, on a ship that never returned.
There were sad farewells, there were friends forsaken, and her fate is still unlearned,
But a last poor man set sail commander on a ship that never returned.
Did she ever return? No, she never returned, and her fate is still unlearned,
But a last poor man set sail commander, on a ship that never returned.
Said a feeble lad to his aged mother, I must cross that deep blue sea,
For I hear of a land in the far off country, where there's health and strength for me.
Did she ever return? No, she never returned, and her fate is still unlearned,
But a last poor man set sail commander, on a ship that never returned.
'Tis a gleam of hope and a maze of danger, and our fate is still to learn,
And a last poor man set sail commander, on a ship that never returned.
Did she ever return? No, she never returned, and her fate is still unlearned,
But a last poor man set sail commander, on a ship that never returned.
Said this feeble lad to his aged mother, as he kissed his weeping wife,
"Just one more purse of that golden treasure, it will last us all through life.
Did she ever return? No, she never returned, and her fate is still unlearned,
But a last poor man set sail commander, on a ship that never returned.
"Then we'll live in peace and joy together and enjoy all I have earned."
So they sent him forth with a smile and blessing on a ship that never returned.
Did she ever return? No, she never returned, and her fate is still unlearned,
But a last poor man set sail commander, on a ship that never returned.
poem by Henry Clay Work
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The Gift
Written by mark davis & marti sharron
Every captain must steer the wheel, not by choice but from the voice
Thats in his ear, I have lived long and Ive done much wrong
But Ive survived through my lies, Im still here, so all you people
Know what I say is true, that Im here because of you, I have lived on
Yes Ive made it through, youve returned your love to me
Well I felt fire and I got tired of running from the truth
And I let people down, and I wore a crown of being the biggest fool
So all you people know what I say is true, that Im here because of you
I have lived on, yes Ive made it through, youve returned your love to me
There were times I had enough, I almost gave it up
But you reached out your heart to me, look what youve done now
Ive become the best, oh, Im the best I can be, oh, oh, oh
Youve returned your love, the gift of love, yes, you gave this gift to me
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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You are inescapable
Dear, you, who once had made
In me a permanent impression,
Cannot altogether deny your image
By denying your love and concern.
Dear, you, who once had made
In me an ever lasting vibration,
Cannot outright wipe out your image
By denying me ways and access.
Dear, you, whose striking image
Had become an integral part of me,
Cannot bar me from acting in what way
I want to deal with you in my brain.
I can catch you where no one can watch you.
I can hold you, where you can kill your fear,
On every part from head to foot
Without any scar to your modesty.
With you in me, I turn a bisexual.
Self fertilization takes place with in,
With your elusiveness notwithstanding,
Without prejudice to your chastity.
Dear, you, with such impression as the ones
That you had made in me for a long time
Cannot forbid me from feeding on you
In my memory, no corporally.
25.10.07
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Very Image - To Rene Magritte
An image of my grandmother
her head appearing upside-down upon a cloud
the cloud transfixed on the steeple
of a deserted railway-station
far away
An image of an aqueduct
with a dead crow hanging from the first arch
a modern-style chair from the second
a fir-tree lodged in the third
and the whole scene sprinkled with snow
An image of a piano-tuner
with a basket of prawns on his shoulder
and a firescreen under his arm
his moustache made of clay-clotted twigs
and his cheeks daubed with wine
An image of an aeroplane
the propellor is rashers of bacon
the wings are of reinforced lard
the tail is made of paper-clips
the pilot is a wasp
An image of the painter
with his left hand in a bucket
and his right hand stroking a cat
as he lies in bed
with a stone beneath his head
And all these images
and many others
are arranged like waxworks
in model bird-cages
about six inches high.
poem by David Gascoyne
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One Day In Your Life....
one day in your life
you make other people live
you design them
not in your image
but in the image of God
and then for all the days of
your life
you tell yourself
i have done my duty
i have lived
my life to the full
i made others live
breathe and
survive
i made others
find God
finally and that is
enough
happy moment
till the end
of that one day in
your life......
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The most difficult part of playing Christ was that I had to keep up the image around the clock. As soon as the picture finished, I returned home to Sweden and tried to find my old self. It took six months to get back to normal.
quote by Max von Sydow
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A New Creation
You could have seen me before
With all sheer ugliness of soul
Such deep anger boiled from my core
Until the day God made me whole.
My very presence made people leave
As if they sensed a deep repulsion
An image warped, until I believed
Man was not like this at Creation.
For in His image God made man
But evil Sin had marred that beauty
And now I have come to understand
That through the Cross, God forgave me.
The Sacrifice of His Only Son
Made the Way for Grace to be given
Not righteous things that I have done
But by His Mercy I was forgiven.
Bought with a Price, that is ME.
He took all my anger, guilt and shame
Nailed them on the Cross at Calvary
I'm a new creation, called by His name.
'Therefore, if anyone is in Christ,
he is new creation; the old has gone, the new has come.'
(II Corinthians 5: 17)
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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An Image
An image made by man's design and skills,
What home will you build for me?
An image made by man's imaginations,
An image is what you are;
I was trained with an 'iron-hand' so,
Your 'soft-hands' will not bend me.
Once bitten by a snake,
Twice being afraid of an earthworm;
What kind of love will you share with me?
All lawful things are clean,
A meesage from Candace the Queen of Ethiopia;
Peace is the right choice than war,
Love is the right choice than hate,
All lawful things are truly clean.
When the saints sit among you,
You will know them by their works;
LIke 'MS Columbus',
LIke 'Queen Mary 1',
Like 'MS Aidaaura',
Like 'MS Deutschland',
LIke 'Queen Mary 2',
Like 'Sedov',
Like 'MS Astor',
But light travels faster than sound;
And, all lawful things are clean.
Peace is better than war,
Love is better than hate,
And you don't need whitewashed walls.
When the saints sit among you,
You will know them by their fruits;
Like the land of the singers,
Like the land of the artists,
Like the land of the writers,
Like the land of the mathematicians,
Like the land of the cities at fifty;
All lawful things are really clean.
An image is what you are and,
This world is full of them;
Like the image made from a man's hand,
Of which we are all part of it.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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No Longer Adrift
No longer adrift, I have returned;
Returned to the place of my birth,
The origin of my love's declaration.
I have returned to the sweetfullness
Of timelessness, on nature's breast
Yearned and in mourning, as since scorned.
But I still have my faith, I still have my love,
For the voices they speak to me, through your words.
poem by Harriet James
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Malaya and Juan please...
Why fall out on something
Which has taken drops of Lethe,
Yet everyone has his own
Perception observe things,
Specially poets,
They should refrain from slandering one another,
Malaya and Juan two genius,
Both have different surface of knowledge,
Both could perceive the two aspects,
Favour and Opposition,
Which are insignificant without each other,
In my view
Let one,
Whatsoever one wishes,
Oppose or favour.
My friends,
Not to speak of wordly people,
There are many
Who oppose even God
Likewise there are many who favour Him,
But He is not least affected.
So let's come close
As much as we can,
For the life is too short,
And the task is too great.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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The Joint
(dj can you play it as a favour for me? )
[scratch]
(dj can you play it as a favour for me? )
[scratch]
Dj can you play it as a favour for me
You know the joint that she shortys keep talkin about
Dj can you play it as a favour for me
You know the joint that makes em get down, get down
Take those
New records off the shelf
cause I aint dancin by myself
And youre the only one who can help
Uh huh
Saw this hunnie come through the back door
And I need to get her out on the floor
So get up on to your feet
By breakin you off a drink
cause you know what I came here for..
[chorus]
Dj can you play it as a favour for me
You know the joint that she shortys keep talkin about
Dj can you play it as a favour for me
You know the joint that makes em get down, get down
Dj can you play it as a favour for me
You know the joint that she shortys keep talkin about
Dj can you play it as a favour for me
You know the joint that makes em get down, get down
I love
Rockin, rockin
Hip hop with rock n roll
Mix it with a lil rhythm and soul
And you know that well be good to go
Uh huh
I think its time for the place to get hot
So dj make the beat drop
You better raise up your glass
And start shakin yo (ahh)
cause the party aint about to stop
[chorus]
Ima put another dime up in the jukebox
Let the music play all night long
Giving you a taste of southern comfort
Wraped up in a love song
Record man can we do it again?
Press rewind before the joint ends
cause Im about to pull a round up of seats
And I wont be ........... stand the heat
Ohhhhh
[bridge]
Burnin up, burnin up
The dance floors burnin up
Burnin up, burnin up
The joints like burnin up
Burnin up, burnin up
The dance floors burnin up
Burnin up, burnin up
The joints like burnin up
[chorus]
song performed by by O-town
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Mirror Image
I get up this morning, forget about all my plans
Think about my vacations with my latest man
Everything I did, what I shouldve done
Why I didnt stay why I didnt run
Only I hold the key to unlock the door
I might make mistakes I made them before
Think I hear about my life as a book
Think I rather forget but they forced me to look
Chorus:
(mirror image, mirror image)
If it isnt in black and white
(it never happened)
(mirror image) reflection of me
Do you see what they want you to see?
Looking at my life through mirror image
Mirror image
Must I confess everything that Ive done?
Cant a girl go out and have herself some fun?
I dont wanna be judge I dont want the blame
Living for the day is how I play the game
There always a dream theres always a stage
Somebodys looking now its on the front page
Through my rear view mirror I can see where Ive been
I forget the beginning and I cant see the end
Chorus
Only I hold the key to unlock the door
I might make mistakes I made them before
Think I hear about my life as a book
Think I rather forget but they forced me to look
Chorus x 2 (ad libs)
song performed by by Cher
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On A Pair Of Dice
We are little brethren twain,
Arbiters of loss and gain,
Many to our counters run,
Some are made, and some undone:
But men find it to their cost,
Few are made, but numbers lost.
Though we play them tricks for ever,
Yet they always hope our favour.
poem by Jonathan Swift
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Change His Ways
Deep in the jungle He lost her favour
Another gambit He would have made her
He gave her perfume She use his razor
And decided to change his ways
She was a gambler He didn't blame her
She had a dimple in her favour
At the last minute He always chase her
And decided to change his ways
Life would be so much more exciting
If we could live it day by day
We could at least adjust the lighting
To illuminate the way
He took the loving that she'd been craving
She took advantage of the saving
It almost ruined her reputation
And decided to change his ways
[Yodeling]
Life would be so much more exciting
If we could live it day by day
We could at least adjust the lighting
To illuminate the way
She wasn't crazy 'bout his behaviour
She read it somewhere in the paper
He was seducing a ballerina
And decided to change his ways
[Yodeling]
Deep in the jungle He lost her favour
Another gambit He would have made her
He gave her perfume She use his razor
And decided to change
And decided to change
He decided to change his ways.
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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The Image
Written by: richard marx & fee waybill
Hope you dont believe a word
Of all the things I know youve heard about me
Really just a pack of ies
You see the truth before your eyes around me
Hard to keep it straight
The real from the ruse
Probably way too late
What can I do, but its
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
Its just the image
Its all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me
Its just the image
Would it be too much to ask
That you could just gvie me the chance to prove it
Or would it only be a waste of time
To try to make you change your mind and use it
What Ive been looking for
Isnt what I thought
Not behind the golden door
Youre all Ive got, and its
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
Its just the image
Its all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me
Its just the image
What Ive been looking for
Isnt what I thought
Not behind the golden door
Youre all Ive got, and its
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
Just the image
Its all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me
Its just the image
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
Its just the image
Its all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me
Its just the image
song performed by by Richard Marx
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0106 To Rilke
Unending one, you’ve shown myself to me.
In the place you wrote into being
where the image of God made Man
and the image of Man made God
meet – there, in that friendly place
where such daunting names quite disappear,
where the eternal becomes practical
and the Word is heard as if I spoke it,
and myself is every self,
and I am free of all preconceptions,
neither Christian, Jew, Moslem, Hindu –
the place where all may be discussed,
where all may be heard,
where two voices become one certainty,
where unicorns may be seen,
where there are no secrets,
where poetry arises
in that place
you’ve shown myself to me.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Being good is difficult.
To favour one means to disfavour someone.
To favour none will leave you an orphan.
To favouri everyone means pleasing none.
31.12.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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