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Point and Shoot

Matthew Vandyke

by Marshall Curry from Point and Shoot (2014)
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Matthew & Son

Up at eight, you can't be late
For matthew & son, he won't wait.
Watch them run down to platform one
And the eight-thirty train to matthew & son.
Matthew & son, the work's never done, there's always something new.
The files in your head, you take them to bed, you're never ever through.
And they've been working all day, all day, all day!
There's a five minute break and that's all you take,
For a cup of cold coffee and a piece of cake.
Matthew & son, the work's never done, there's always something new.
The files in your head, you take them to bed, you're never ever through.
And they've been working all day, all day, all day!
He's got people who've been working for fifty years
No one asks for more money cuz nobody cares
Even though they're pretty low and their rent's in arrears
Matthew & son, matthew & son, matthew & son, matthew & son,
And they've been working all day, all day, all day!

song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Matthew Son

Up at eight, you cant be late
For matthew & son, he wont wait.
Watch them run down to platform one
And the eight-thirty train to matthew & son.
Matthew & son, the works never done, theres always something new.
The files in your head, you take them to bed, youre never ever through.
And theyve been working all day, all day, all day!
Theres a five minute break and thats all you take,
For a cup of cold coffee and a piece of cake.
Matthew & son, the works never done, theres always something new.
The files in your head, you take them to bed, youre never ever through.
And theyve been working all day, all day, all day!
Hes got people whove been working for fifty years
No one asks for more money cuz nobody cares
Even though theyre pretty low and their rents in arrears
Matthew & son, matthew & son, matthew & son, matthew & son,
And theyve been working all day, all day, all day!

song performed by by Cat Stevens
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We are all going to Heaven, and Vandyke is of the company.

quote by Thomas Gainsborough
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Epitaph Extempore

Nobles and Heralds, by your leave,
Here lies what once was Matthew Prior,
The son of Adam and of Eve;
Can Stuart or Nassau claim higher.

poem by Matthew Prior
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Epitaph - On Himself

Nobles and Heralds, by your leave!
Here lie the bones of Matthew Prior;
A son of Adam and Eve:
Let Bourbon or Nassau go higher.

poem by Matthew Prior
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The Nutcracker and the Four Realms [trailer 3]

Keira Knightley, Morgan Freeman, Matthew Macfadyen, Helen Mirren, Matthew Macfadyen, Miranda Hart, Richard E. Grant, Sergei Polunin, Jack Whitehall

from The Nutcracker and the Four Realms (2018)
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The Nutcracker and The Four Realms [trailer 2]

Keira Knightley, Morgan Freeman, Matthew Macfadyen, Helen Mirren, Matthew Macfadyen, Miranda Hart, Richard E. Grant, Sergei Polunin, Jack Whitehall

from The Nutcracker and the Four Realms (2018)
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The Nutcracker and the Four Realms

Keira Knightley, Morgan Freeman, Matthew Macfadyen, Helen Mirren, Matthew Macfadyen, Miranda Hart, Richard E. Grant, Sergei Polunin, Jack Whitehall

from The Nutcracker and the Four Realms (2018)
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Matthew

IF Nature, for a favourite child,
In thee hath tempered so her clay,
That every hour thy heart runs wild,
Yet never once doth go astray,

Read o'er these lines; and then review
This tablet, that thus humbly rears
In such diversity of hue
Its history of two hundred years.

--When through this little wreck of fame,
Cipher and syllable! thine eye
Has travelled down to Matthew's name,
Pause with no common sympathy.

And, if a sleeping tear should wake,
Then be it neither checked nor stayed:
For Matthew a request I make
Which for himself he had not made.

Poor Matthew, all his frolics o'er,
Is silent as a standing pool;
Far from the chimney's merry roar,
And murmur of the village school.

The sighs which Matthew heaved were sighs
Of one tired out with fun and madness;
The tears which came to Matthew's eyes
Were tears of light, the dew of gladness.

Yet, sometimes, when the secret cup
Of still and serious thought went round,
It seemed as if he drank it up--
He felt with spirit so profound.

--Thou soul of God's best earthly mould!
Thou happy Soul! and can it be
That these two words of glittering gold
Are all that must remain of thee?

poem by William Wordsworth
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Sicario 2: Soldado

osh Brolin, Benicio Del Toro, Matthew Modine, Isabela Moner, Jeffrey Donovan, Matthew Modine, Christopher Heyerdahl, Manuel Garcia-Rulfo, Rachel de la Torre, Ian Bohen

by Taylor Sheridan from Sicario 2: Soldado (2018)
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St. Matthew

By michael nesmith
She walks around on brass rings that never touch her feet.
She speaks in conversations that never are complete.
And looking over past things that she has never done
She calls herself st. matthew, when she is on the run.
She stoops down to gather partly shattered men
And knows that when it's over it will start again.
Both the times she smiled it was a portrait of the sun.
She calls herself st. matthew, when she is on the run.
Part of it is loneliness and knowing how steal.
But most if it is weariness from standing up, trying not to kneel.
She discovered three new ways that she could help the dead.
Sometime she must raise her hand to tell you what she said.
Then standing in a landslide she suddenly becomes
A girl that's named st. matthew, when she is on the run.
Part of it is loneliness and knowing how steal.
But most if it is weariness from standing up, trying not to kneel.
She discovered three new ways that she could help the dead.
Sometime she must raise her hand to tell you what she said.
Then standing in a landslide she suddenly becomes
A girl that's named st. matthew, when she is on the run.

song performed by by Monkees
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An Only Begotten Son

Joseph and Mary
your son Isaiah 9: 6-7
is only first born Matthew 1: 16

without original sin
human stain
of Adam and Eve Genesis 3: 1-18

only child
born without
original sin Matthew 20: 28

an immaculate Matthew 1: 18
conception Matthew 1: 23
awaited virgin birth Matthew 1: 25

third perfect
human being
second Adam Hebrews 7: 28

only perfect soul
tempted by sin
that did not fall Mark 1: 13

God incarnate
in flesh
our long promised John 1: 14

Messiah born John 1: 41-42
into the world
in Bethlehem Matthew 2: 1

Adam made by
God’s own hands
shaped in red clay

God breathed breath
of life into Adam
spark of life living soul Genesis 2: 7

Eve rib taken
from Adam in sleep
flesh of his flesh

soul of his soul
God created first man
God created first woman Genesis 2: 20-23

in the beginning
was the Word
the Word was with God John 1: 1

the Word was a God
all things came into
existence through him

apart from him
not even one thing
came into existence John 1: 1-3

Lord Jesus Christ John 20; 28
Our Lord and Saviour Acts 13: 23
The Blood of the Lamb John 1: 29

For God
loved the world
so much

that he sent
his only
begotten son John 3: 16

as a ransom
sacrifice for our sin 1Timothy 2: 6
to save the world John 3: 17

so that all people
exercising faith in him
would not be judged John 3: 18

but be saved
given eternal life
for there is one God

and one mediator
between God and men
a man Christ Jesus 1Timothy 2: 5

who said
I am the way
the truth

and the life
and no one
comes to God

except through me John 14: 6

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung

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The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung—
There seemed to rise a Tune
From Miniature Creatures
Accompanying the Sun—

Far Psalteries of Summer—
Enamoring the Ear
They never yet did satisfy—
Remotest—when most fair

The Sun shone whole at intervals—
Then Half—then utter hid—
As if Himself were optional
And had Estates of Cloud

Sufficient to enfold Him
Eternally from view—
Except it were a whim of His
To let the Orchards grow—

A Bird sat careless on the fence—
One gossipped in the Lane
On silver matters charmed a Snake
Just winding round a Stone—

Bright Flowers slit a Calyx
And soared upon a Stem
Like Hindered Flags—Sweet hoisted—
With Spices—in the Hem—

'Twas more—I cannot mention—
How mean—to those that see—
Vandyke's Delineation
Of Nature's—Summer Day!

poem by Emily Dickinson
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An Extempore Invitation To The Earl Of Oxford, Lord High Treasurer

My Lord,
Our weekly friends to-morrow meet
At Matthew's palace in Duke-street,
To try for once if they can dine
On bacon-ham and mutton-chine.
If, wearied with the great affairs
Which Britain trusts to Harley's cares,
Thou, humble statesman, may'st descend
Thy mind one moment to unbend,
To see thy servant from his soul
Crown with thy health the sprightly bowl,
Among the guests, which e'er my house
Received it never can produce
Of honour a more glorious proof -
Though Dorset used to bless the roof.

poem by Matthew Prior
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Lost In My Heart

I'm bound by my heart

I'm tortured by my heart

I shall possibly drowned by my heart

I'm found by my heart

I shall endure by my heart

I shall possibly take flight by my heart

You were found by my heart

You were lost by my heart

If by my heart

It still shall beat

I shall never possibly forget you

Matthew Herinckx
June 22nd.2006

poem by Matthew Herinckx
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Annie Marshall the Foundling

Annie Marshall was a foundling, and lived in Downderry,
And was trained up by a coast-guardsman, kind-hearted and merry
And he loved Annie Marshall as dear as his life,
And he resolved to make her his own loving wife.

The night was tempestuous, most terrific, and pitch dark,
When Matthew Pengelly rescued Annie Marshall from an ill-fated barque,
But her parents were engulfed in the briny deep,
Which caused poor Annie at times to sigh and weep.

One day Matthew asked Annie if she would be his wife,
And Annie replied, I never thought of it in all my life;
Yes, my wife, Annie, replied Matthew, hold hard a bit,
Remember, Annie, I've watched you grow up, and consider you most fit.

Poor Annie did not speak, she remained quite mute,
And with agitation she trembled from head to foot,
The poor girl was in a dilemma, she knew not what to say,
And owing to Matthew training her, she couldn't say him nay.

Oh! Matthew, I'm afraid I would not make you a good wife,
And in that respect there would be too much strife,
And the thought thereof, believe me, makes me feel ill,
Because I'm unfit to be thy wife, Matthew, faltered the poor girl.

Time will prove that, dear Annie, but why are you so calm?
Then Annie put her hand shyly into Matthew's brown palm
Just then the flashing lightning played upon Annie's face,
And the loud thunder drowned Matthew's words as Annie left the place.

But Matthew looked after her as she went home straightway,
And his old heart felt light and gay,
As he looked forward for his coming marriage day,
Because he knew that Annie Marshall couldn't say him nay.

Then the sky drew dark, and the sea lashed itself into foam,
But he heeded it not as he sat there alone,
Till the sound of a gun came booming o'er the sea,
Then Matthew had to attend to his duty immediately.

A ship, he muttered, Lord, help them! and coming right in by the sound,
And in a few minutes she will run aground.
And the vessel was dashed against the rocks with her helpless crew,
Then in hot haste for assistance Matthew instantly flew.

Then Matthew returned with a few men all willing to lend their aid,
But amongst them all Matthew seemed the least afraid;
Then an old man cried, Save my boy, for his mother's sake,
Oh! Matthew, try and save him, or my heart will break!

I will, Heaven helping me, Matthew said solemnly,
Come, bear a hand, mates, and lower me over the cliff quietly;
Then Matthew was lowered with ropes into what seemed a watery grave,
At the risk of his own life, old Jonathan Bately's son to save.

So Matthew Pengelly saved Jonathan Bately's son,
And the old man thanked God and Matthew for what he had done,
And the mother's heart was full of gratitude and joy,
For the restoration of her darling boy.

So Matthew resolved to marry Annie Marshall,
But first he'd go to sea whatever did befall,
To earn a few pounds to make the marriage more grand,
So he joined a whaling vessel and went to Greenland

And while Matthew was away at Greenland,
David Bately wanted to marry Annie Marshall right off hand,
But Annie refused to marry David Bately,
So in anger David Bately went another voyage to sea.

A few nights after David Bately had gone to sea,
Annie's thoughts reverted to Matthew Pengelly,
And as she sat in the Downderry station watching the boiling waves below,
The wind blew a terrific gale, which filled her heart with woe.

And as she sat there the big waves did loudly roar,
When a man cried, Help! help! there's a corpse washed ashore;
Then Annie rushed madly to the little beach,
And when she saw the corpse she gave a loud screech

So there is but little more to tell of this sad history,
Only that Annie Marshall mourned long for Matthew Pengelly,
Who had floated home to be buried amongst his own kin,
But, alas! the rest of the crew were buried in the sea, save him.

poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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Chidren Of Abraham

Our Father is the father of all fathers.
Our Father is Abraham’s Father.
Our Father is John’s Father.
Our Father is Joseph’s Father.

Our Father is Jesus’ Father.
Our Father is Paul’s Father.
Jesus would thank our Father for placing the secrets of heaven inside children.
I can be 20 and you can be 105.

We all are nothing but children in Gods perfect eyes.
Children symbolizes no worries,
Matthew Ch 6 v.25-34.
Children symbolizes love,
Matthew Ch5 v.43-48.
Children becomes the salt of the world,
Matthew Ch 5 v.13.

The salt is what makes the world taste good.
The salt are us the children of Abraham,
John,
Joseph,
Paul,
Jesus,
And the children of the Father of all fathers.
Jesus loves the youth so much.
Matthew Ch 19 v.14 Jesus said “the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these”,
Meaning the children.
Matthew Ch 18 v.3” I tell you the truth,
Unless you change and become like children,
You will never enter the kingdom of heaven”.

Are we not children in the Fathers eyes?
Did the Father of all fathers not tell Jesus these things,
John Ch8 v.40?
Do we fall and make mistakes as little children?

Dose a good parent forgives their child after a child apologizes to them?
Dose a child builds in growth when the child cries and stops?
Dose discipline corrects the child when the child shows out?
Many would say “I pay the bills,
Therefore I am grown”,
But dose our Father God pay the bills still or is it the ones who claims their grown?

To the ones who claim their grown of course you put childish things away and you think as an adult,
But I ask you before the world dies and becomes consumed by the dark are you still a child at heart?
Matthew Ch18 v.3,
Children of Abraham please take heed.
Before Jesus returns and awaken all who are sleep.
Pleases realize and see that we all are children.

I may pay bills and work 24/7 with a complete high school education,
But still I teach those who are younger then me about the mercy of Jesus.
By playing video games and watching wrestling and cartoons on television with them.
The children by me already loves our Father Gods poetry.

Me being by their side talking and listing to them makes them smile.
I teach them what I know and I let them know that there’s nothing they can’t ask me about.
I enjoy laughing with them the kids as well,
Because I too am nothing but a child.

poem by Raff Rafael
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God's Test Over Time

that which comes from God endures
that which comes from man perishes
this is the acid test of enduring time

Jesus said many false prophets
will come in my name and will
deceive many but test him true?

“And many false prophets will arise
and mislead many; ” Matthew 24: 11

“But among the people there were
also false prophets, just as there will
be false teachers among you. Under
false pretenses they will introduce
destructive heresies, even denying
the Master who bought them, and thus
bring on themselves swift destruction.” 2 Peter 2: 1

But will they come in his name?
And will they really deceive many?
And will people really believe in them?

“Then if anyone says to YOU, ‘Look!
‘There is the Christ, ’ or, ‘There! ’ do not
believe it. For false Christ's and false
prophets will arise and will give great signs
and wonders so as to mislead, if possible,
even the chosen ones” Matthew 24: 23-24

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Epi-strauss-ium

Matthew and Mark and Luke and holy John
Evanished all and gone!
Yea, he that erst his dusky curtains quitting,
Thro’ Eastern pictured panes his level beams transmitting,
With gorgeous portraits blent,
On them his glories intercepted spent.
Southwestering now, thro’ windows plainly glassed,
On the inside face his radiance keen hath cast,
And in the lustre lost, invisible and gone,
Are, say you, Matthew, Mark and Luke and holy John?
Lost, is it, lost, to be recovered never?
However,
The place of worship the meantime with light
Is, if less richly, more sincerely bright,
And in blue skies the Orb is manifest to sight.

poem by Arthur Hugh Clough
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Saying and doing are two things.

quote by Matthew Henry
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