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The Anatomy of Angels

Angels inhabit love songs. But they’re sprites
not seraphim. The angel that up-ended
Jacob had sturdy calves, moist hairy armpits,
stout loins to serve the god whom she befriended,

and was adept at wrestling. She wore
a cobra like a girdle. Yet his bone
mending he spent some several tedious weeks
marking the bed they’d shared, with a great stone.

poem by Alden Nowlan
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Angel Of Mine

Great comfort and joy are yours
With caring hands safe and secure
Angels in charge of human beings
For strength and light, I keep seeing
My angel so beautiful with wings
Daylight is ended Angelic Angels sing
My Angel of mine performs a kind need or two
Why and how I havne't a clue
My Angel of mine gives me hope
Protecting me able to cope
Be not afraid of whats right
Spirit over me in flight
Peace secure a gift devine
Great is my Angel of mine

poem by Joyce Vajda
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A Carrier Song

I.

Since you have waned from us,
Fairest of women!
I am a darkened cage
Song cannot hymn in.
My songs have followed you,
Like birds the summer;
Ah! bring them back to me,
Swiftly, dear comer!
Seraphim,
Her to hymn,
Might leave their portals;
And at my feet learn
The harping of mortals!

II.

Where wings to rustle use,
But this poor tarrier -
Searching my spirit's eaves -
Find I for carrier.
Ah! bring them back to me
Swiftly, sweet comer!
Swift, swift, and bring with you
Song's Indian summer!
Seraphim,
Her to hymn,
Might leave their portals;
And at my feet learn
The harping of mortals!

III.

Whereso your angel is,
My angel goeth;
I am left guardianless,
Paradise knoweth!
I have no Heaven left
To weep my wrongs to;
Heaven, when you went from us;
Went with my songs too.
Seraphim,
Her to hymn,
Might leave their portals;
And at my feet learn
The harping of mortals!

IV.

I have no angels left
Now, Sweet, to pray to:
Where you have made your shrine
They are away to.
They have struck Heaven's tent,
And gone to cover you:
Whereso you keep your state
Heaven is pitched over you!
Seraphim,
Her to hymn,
Might leave their portals;
And at my feet learn
The harping of mortals!

V.

She that is Heaven's Queen
Her title borrows,
For that she pitiful
Beareth our sorrows.
So thou, Regina mi,
Spes infirmorum;
With all our grieving crowned
Mater dolorum!
Seraphim,
Her to hymn,
Might leave their portals;
And at my feet learn
The harping of mortals!

VI.

Yet, envious coveter
Of other's grieving!
This lonely longing yet
'Scapeth your reaving.
Cruel! to take from a
Sinner his Heaven!
Think you with contrite smiles
To be forgiven?
Seraphim,
Her to hymn,
Might leave their portals;
And at my feet learn
The harping of mortals!

VII.

Penitent! give me back
Angels, and Heaven;
Render your stolen self,
And be forgiven!
How frontier Heaven from you?
For my soul prays, Sweet,
Still to your face in Heaven,
Heaven in your face, Sweet!
Seraphim,
Her to hymn,
Might leave their portals;
And at my feet learn
The harping of mortals!

poem by Francis Thompson
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Of the Family

Hairy, Hairy, quite contrary
sat upon a stool.
Came the kindly wombat fairy
from the Fairy pool.
Said to Hairy, have a sherrie
makes the bowels loose,
Hairy thought it rather scary
maybe, too obtuse.

Hairy took a wife named Mary
fat she was and round
built a cosy, visionary
log home on the ground.

Home was small but Hairy loved it
'twas a sturdy log.
Found a lichen rug and shoved it
in to warm the frog.

Frog had been cast from his quarters
by his next of kin.
Sealed the wombat home with mortar
and they took him in.

Winter came and snow kept falling,
hibernate they did,
under Lichen there was balling
made another kid.

poem by Hairy Wombat
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Undying Angels Love

Cricket’s fly, butterflies die
Angels wings, angels fly
Yesterdays dreams tomorrow will pass by
My angel stays...yes our love wont cry
The time of my soul will wait
And angels won’t fear to let me grieve
I’m here my angel I’m here
Let me lightened your darkest days
I’m here my angel, I’m here
You and I, never let fall our tears
I love you my cricket angel
Love always, your butterfly angel won’t leave..
i love you...

always,
- your butterfly angel -

poem by Tough Angel fly purple butterfly fly
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Seven Angels

Seven angels got my number
Since I fell in love with you
Seven angels got my number
Theyre all telling me what to do
First angel says go on and love her
Second angel says aint you tired of being alone?
Third angel says do the right thing, meat
Fourth angel says check that other little angel walkin on down the street
Seven angels got my number
Since I fell in love with you
Seven angels got my number
Theyre all telling me what to do
Fifth angel says, dont worry
Loves waitin round the corner for you, son
Sixth angel says you better hurry
It dont take long for the good to get gone
Walkin on wings all sexy and blue
Seventh angel says Im a fool
I got seven angels calling on my pride
Seven devils crawling around inside
Seven angels tellin me which way to turn
One kiss and my soul wanna burn
Seven angels got my number
Since I fell in love with you
Seven angels got my number
Theyre all telling me what to do
The earths so lonely, sad and blue
And without love, your souls dyin
Sixth angel says to believe you
When you say youll never leave me cryin
Seventh angel says youre lyin

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Of the Family

Hairy, Hairy, quite contrary
sat upon a stool.
Came the kindly wombat fairy
from the Fairy pool.
Said to Hairy, have a sherrie
makes the bowels loose,
Hairy thought it rather scary
maybe, too obtuse.

Hairy took a wife named Mary
fat she was and round
built a cosy, visionary
log home on the ground.

Home was small but Hairy loved it
'twas a sturdy log.
Found a lichen rug and shoved it
in to warm the frog.

Frog had been cast from his quarters
by his next of kin.
Sealed the wombat home with mortar
and they took him in.

Winter came and snow kept falling,
hibernate they did,
under Lichen there was balling
made another kid.

poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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The Burning Ladder

Jacob
never climbed the ladder
burning in his dream. Sleep
pressed him like a stone
in the dust,
and when
he should have risen
like a flame to join
that choir, he was sick
of travelling,
and closed
his eyes to the Seraphim
ascending, unconscious
of the impossible distances
between their steps,
missed
them mount the brilliant
ladder, slowly disappearing
into the scattered light
between the stars,
slept
through it all, a stone
upon a stone pillow,
shivering, Gravity
always greater than desire.

poem by Dana Gioia
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Angels Are Not Saints

angels are not saints, we do believe that they exist
they can even transform themselves into human for
form, but still remain to what they are in their natural
phenomenon

they are called by many names, they too have rank to
obey, for angels lives like us, who work and have task
given by their master, in some moments we see them,
as they appears everyone notice them for angels, are
favorite images in every literature

angels are not God, that can judge nor an icon to be adored
in the altar that we throne, for only they serve to the master
where they return, in God's wisdom they are form

all angels are holy, but not a saints, as it could be, for only
man's nature reserved to be, by holiness one's sinfulness
make us saint in all eternity

angels is in highest stage, where over and above human sphere,
never that they are superior nor inferior to human lure, for one
mistake subject to be thrown to the fire that burn

angels are angels never be a saints for eternity, for our destiny
they are made, forever they well always lead us, we equal the
same beginning in the image and likeness of God, we took
and shared one love, a breath that last for a lifetime

angels as we, differ from they, who by the one who sent them,
reminds us all, to be, in a nation of saints not of an angel
where we are call

poem by Antonio Liao
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Ages And Ages, Returning At Intervals

AGES and ages, returning at intervals,
Undestroy'd, wandering immortal,
Lusty, phallic, with the potent original loins, perfectly sweet,
I, chanter of Adamic songs,
Through the new garden, the West, the great cities calling,
Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering
myself,
Bathing myself, bathing my songs in Sex,
Offspring of my loins.

poem by Walt Whitman
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You mustn't catch an angel

You mustn't catch an angel,
No matter how much you try,
I know you want to be protected,
But theres already one alive.

We mustn't catch an angel,
NO matter how much we cry,
We know we don't like being lonely,
But theres and angel by our-side.

I know you want to be loved,
I know you want faith,
Theres someone by our-side,
Even if were lonely or with our friends,
Theres always someone who will love us til the end.

We have an angel,
We also have a simple destiny,
A destiny to have the one they love.

Your angel is within us and our friends,
Our angel is also in God's protection,
But an angel is an angel no matter how small.

So you mustn't catch an angel,
No matter how much it is important,
Becauseyour angel is around you.

I would never catch an angel,
Even if I tried,
My angels are around me,
And I didn't have to try.

Angels are among us,
All you have to do is look,
The angel here,
Are the angels of you and me,
We are an angel to someone,
Just believe its true,
And you will see.

poem by Gothic Fairy Princess
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Mr. Me

Once a boy named mister me bemoaned a great regret
I've floundered in the misty sea, but can't abide its mystery
I wound up sad, you bet
So onward go and edward ho into the bounding main
Enjoy the show look out below but mind the misty sea
Or end up sad like mister me
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
So take the hand of mister me and mister, make him glad
To swim the mister misty sea and cease the mister mystery
That mister, made him sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The Cobra And The Mongoose

“Tell me mongoose why are you trying to steal my eggs? ”
“Well, I’ve not eaten for weeks and I’m dying on my legs.”
“Don’t you realise that very soon these eggs will be my children? ”
“But you have so many and you won’t miss nine or ten.”

“How wrong you are mongoose I’ll miss every one of them.”
“Well tell me cobra, are you prepared to die for just ten? ”
“Mongoose, I am a mother and for only the one I would die.”
“Why are you swaying Cobra, and is that a tear in your eye? ”

“Aren’t you feeling sleepy mongoose, you do have heavy eyes? ”
“I know what you’re doing cobra, you’re trying to hypnotise.”
“For your information mongoose, I’m doing my cobra dance,
it’s a dance of magic, which gives my enemies no chance.

Don’t think that I can’t see you mongoose trying to circle around me,
first in one direction, and then the other so tactically.
I must warn you mongoose that I have a bite that can instantly kill,
and if you don’t die straight away, moments later you will.”

I’ve heard about your bite cobra, but you don’t frighten me,
I have the thickest skin and coarsest hair, as ever you’ll see.
I also must warn you cobra that my teeth are as sharp as swords,
and combined with my agility I will have the last words.”

“Well, if I were you mongoose I would leave while you can…
unless you want to be the cause of my indigestion.”
“I was thinking cobra, you and your eggs would just be my fill,
and now that only leaves the formality of the kill.”

For hours and hours the pair did spar and fight,
throughout the day and throughout the night.
The mongoose went close and the cobra did strike,
but not one had yet applied the decisive bite.

Both were aching and tiring, and their sharpness was wearing thin.
The mongoose considered one last attack then he would pack it in.
With a last almighty effort the mongoose jumped as high as he could,
after somersaulting in the air it buried its teeth below the cobra’s hood.

This bite severed the cobra’s spine and instantly killed the snake,
but the mongoose bit once again to make sure of no mistake.
It then bit off and swallowed the cobra’s once swaying head,
but the fangs of the cobra punctured its stomach, it too was dead.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Love Was Never There to Trust

How long...
Do you think we can carry on,
A relationship that has ended
Its mending.
When we once tried to begin,
Again!

How long...
Is a goodbye we said before.
When a door that was closed...
Was never to be opened.
And we parted to be friends,
Again!

Why?
Why do we do this to try...
Something not meant to be for us.
Why can't we just forget this.
To quit it.
And walk away to stay that way.

And why?
Why do we hurt ourselves.
Hoping that no one else...
Will come between us.
When love was never there,
To trust!

How long...
Do you think we can carry on,
A relationship that has ended
Its mending.
When we once tried to begin,
Again!

How long...
Is a goodbye we said before.
When a door that was closed...
Should never been then opened.
To let heartbreak begin,
Again!

Tell me why?
Why do we do this to try.
Why can't we be the friends we could have been,
Before.
Before we thought we had much more!
And what was that did we explore...
Before?

But then again,
Perhaps...
Our friendship,
Was never one that ended.
Since one between us ever did begin!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sing Softly the Songs of Your Angel

Sing softly the songs of Your angel
Let Your angel let you sleep
For Your angel, in her wisdom
has begun her angel’s song.

Sing softly song’s of Your angel.
It holds the angel’s power
It lets the angel let You laugh
It lets the angel make You cry

Sing softly songs of Your angel
In your angel You must trust.
Your angel only cares for You.
Your angel won’t let anyone hurt You.

WHEN YOU ARE LONELY
JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES.
SING SOFTLY SONGS OF YOUR ANGEL
YOUR ANGEL IS WITH YOU

Sing softly the songs of Your angel
Let Your angel let You sleep
For Your angel, in her wisdom
has begun her angel’s song.

poem by Timothy Venard
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-63

Peace lily(Cobra plant
Spathiphyllum wallisii)

Ah, a name of tranquility
Will dislike her any

Perfect with bright light
With food and moist correct

Why worry blooms when Peace
Centered in white at ease

Shiny leaves soilborne lordly
Green and perennial bold godly

Ecofriendly environs-cleanser
Sturdy and sweet home-freshener

Majestic nagini she's watching
Bewitched at her we're matching

poem by Indira Renganathan
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My everything

My Angels to my Angel
Darling at this moment I sent two Angels
To protect you in this night
But they came back with
A huge smile on their visage

When I ask them why they came back
Because I asked them to have an eye on my dearest love
They just say
Angels can't look after Angel

Meaning at this moment
My Angel is reading this poem
Which is you
I LOVE YOU! ! ! !

poem by Ben Majola
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8 Weeks

8 weeks to live
8 weeks to die
8 weeks is all they had
8 weeks to do the things they never did
8 weeks of fighting
8 weeks of trying to fit everything in
8 weeks of pain, suffering, and confusion
8 weeks of faking a smile
8 weeks of repetition
8 weeks of knowing they were nearing the end
8 weeks of love from friends and family
8 weeks…the shortest/longest, most hurtful/helpful weeks of their lives
8 weeks later…knowing they’ll never be able to do the things they’ve always wanted to
8 weeks later…now realizing he’ll never see her walk, at graduation nor down the aisle
8 weeks later…close friends and family now in shambles
8 weeks later…close friends and family never closer
8 weeks later…here we are

poem by Anthony Martello
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Angel On My Bike

She knows just what I like
The angel on my bike
She found me down on a two ton anchor
Tangled up in wire
She always gets it right
The angel on my bike
I could be killed if the train goes faster
Well angel watch my life
I cant handle a care
I want, but I cant be there
While angels a prayer
Its 45 miles on that highway
Angel double prayer
I have to sleep with my eyes on the white lines
Elvis need of repair? ? ? help
I only wanted to believe
That angel its me that you need
And theres only, only one heart on that highway
Angel double prayer
I cant handle a care
I want, but I cant be there
While angels a prayer
I cant handle a care
I want, but I cant be there
While angels a prayer
Now its hard time on these wheels
These fairy tales
Turn to rusted steel and its
Gettin hard now to believe
Shes seein me
Angel, please, tell me
Cant you see
Angel its only me
Angel its only me
Well I cant take a care
Man, I want, but I cant be there
While angels a prayer
I cant handle a care
Well, I want, but I cant be there
While angels a prayer

song performed by by Wallflowers
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An Angel Holds A Small Child's Hand

An angel holds a small child's hand
And walks with him wherever he goes-

How many Jewish childrens' angels
Disappeared at the critical moment?

I had an angel once too
I long since have forgotten it-

I am an old man now
I do not need an angel-

But the children
need angels
better angels than there have been before-

Will God provide them?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Bridal Song

CYNTHIA, to thy power and thee
   We obey.
Joy to this great company!
   And no day
Come to steal this night away
   Till the rites of love are ended,
And the lusty bridegroom say,
   Welcome, light, of all befriended!

Pace out, you watery powers below;
   Let your feet,
Like the galleys when they row,
   Even beat;
Let your unknown measures, set
   To the still winds, tell to all
That gods are come, immortal, great,
   To honour this great nuptial!

poem by John Fletcher
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