The Princess: A Medley: Tears, Idle Tears
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a summering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Tears, Idle Tears
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Days in Red
Days days days in red
In days days days ahead
The sun is in autumn light
And moon of glowing dark
Sky deep and high
Days days days in red
Flowing on hours in night
Where love lost its flight
Once those were alright
Now they no more spark
Days days days in red
In days days days ahead
The sun is in autumn light
Is there a horizon of ignite
Where hours go on by
Days days days in red
Flowing memories at sight
No feeling seems now right
But love's still inside
Come come babe now close abide
Days days days in red
In days days days ahead
The sun is in autumn light
Is there a horizon of ignite
Where hours go on by
Days days days in red
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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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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That Melted Ice-Cream...
I saw her eyes,
That day,
Deep,
Drowning in emotions,
Darling,
I can't forget those days,
When we walked hand in hand,
Those days,
Gloomed in overcast love,
The days,
When we completed each other,
And now,
All is gone,
Why?
Did my love felt short?
That day,
We met for the last time,
That ice-cream that we purchased,
Which melted,
Like we did in tears,
Thank You…
I will live with these memories,
You be happy…
poem by Vikrant Jog
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Anima Anceps
TILL death have broken
Sweet life’s love-token,
Till all be spoken
That shall be said,
What dost thou praying,
O soul, and playing
With song and saying,
Things flown and fled?
For this we know not—
That fresh springs flow not
And fresh griefs grow not
When men are dead;
When strange years cover
Lover and lover,
And joys are over
And tears are shed.
If one day’s sorrow
Mar the day’s morrow—
If man’s life borrow
And man’s death pay—
If souls once taken,
If lives once shaken,
Arise, awaken,
By night, by day—
Why with strong crying
And years of sighing,
Living and dying,
Fast ye and pray?
For all your weeping,
Waking and sleeping,
Death comes to reaping
And takes away.
Though time rend after
Roof-tree from rafter,
A little laughter
Is much more worth
Than thus to measure
The hour, the treasure,
The pain, the pleasure,
The death, the birth;
Grief, when days alter,
Like joy shall falter;
Song-book and psalter,
Mourning and mirth.
Live like the swallow;
Seek not to follow
Where earth is hollow
Under the earth.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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What Are You Doing The Rest Of Your Life
What are you doing the rest of your life?
North and south and east and west of your life
I have only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me
All the seasons and the times of your days
All the nickels and the dimes of your days
Let the reasons and rhymes of your days
All begin and end with me
I want to see your face
In every kind of light
In fields of dawn
And forests of the night
And when you stand before the candles on a cake
Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make
Those tomorrows waiting deep in your eyes
And the world of love you keep in your eyes
Ill awaken whats asleep in your eyes
It may take a kiss or two
Through all of my life
Summer, winter, spring and fall of my life
All I ever will recall of my life
Is all of my life with you, ooh, ooh
song performed by by Dusty Springfield, music by Alan Bergman, Marilyn Bergman, Michel Legrand
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The freedom cry
She used to live a happy life,
until a strange hand came and took her away.
She used to be free like the birds in the sky,
until one day, her freedom was set ablaze.
She used to feel the joy of life,
but now life feels like a plague.
She was taken far away,
very very far away
away from her her motherland
into a foriegn land to be a slave.
Now, her smiles have fade,
her joy misplaced.
Her cheerful heart is filled with tears,
for she is still very little in years.
Now, life seems meaningless
in hurts, life felt like hell.
She cry all day, even with no cloth to where
but there is none to wipe her tears.
She is no more treated with respect,
for her rulling days were ended.
Behold! See how the mighty have fallen,
the daughter of the great king is forgottten.
Not even her father's wealth could bring her back,
for she is nowhere to be found in the stranger's land.
Her hope faded, her fate lost
her joy ended, her heart void.
Her sorrowful days seems endless,
her dark days seems timeless.
Until one day her freedom cry was heard,
by that lovely stranger with so much beard
who had come from a beautiful city afar,
behold! He is the king's right hand.
Tears of joy rolled down her face,
smile on joy was once again seen on her eyes.
Behold! Back are the happy days,
for she's been saved by the freedom cry.
poem by Randy Micheal
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It Wouldnt Have Made Any Difference
Do you remember the last time I said
If I ever thought about lying,
Id rather think of dying instead
And maybe you remember the last time you called me
To say we were through
How it took a million tears
Just to prove they all were for you
But those days are through
cause it wouldnt have made any difference,
If you loved me
How could you love me
When it wouldnt really make any difference,
If you really loved me
You just didnt love me
cause I know of hundreds of times I could be
In the most unfaithful arms that you always picture me
And maybe you remember that
Though I cant always show proof I was true
No one else could change my mind or
Stop me coming home to you
But those days are through
You just did not love me enough to believe me
Enough not to leave me
Enough not to look for a reason to be unhappy with me
And make me regret ever wanting you
But those days are through
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Last Days of Summer
Whatever the way the summer days end,
In the type of summer is how it has been,
Whether a good one or bad one,
The last days of summer,
Can be sad or happy endings,
As each season ends,
With another one beginning,
The summer could have been,
Miserable yet,
Sun scorching us everyday,
And sunlight shining on all our faces,
It is how it is,
Out there where all is seen,
In,
Summer days of fun,
Summer days of love,
Summer days of seeing,
Summer days of been,
Out and about where summer is,
And when summer came and went?
With a mundane feeling that it left?
Was the last days of summer,
And the begining of another,
Autumn as we know it,
Fall in other places,
Where the ending of one season shows,
By the decaying of it,
When Autumn Fall shows,
Where we will wrap up and snuggle,
With warm cuppas drinks,
With a book,
Or,
Catch up on watching films,
Yet,
Still,
Musing over the summer days,
Of sunshine memories,
Now,
Warm hats and gloves,
With rustle leaves,
That rustle beneath,
Our feet as we walk,
Through the park,
And see,
The summer leaves turn,
To autumn shades,
Taking in,
The last days of summer,
Reflecting,
And remember,
The falls of Autumn's,
Is the signs of summer,
That has ended,
And minglings with,
All that falls,
From the summer ending,
To autumn beginnings,
Is the,
Decaying,
Of summer,
To regrow itself,
For next season's of summer,
When it begins again,
Yet,
In between,
There's,
Autumn,
Winter,
Spring,
Till,
Again,
Last days of summer,
And all in bloom again.
poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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Cupid's Funeral
BY his side, whose days are past,
Lay bow and quiver!
And his eyes that stare aghast
Close, with a shiver.
God nor man from Death, at last,
Love may deliver.
Though—of old—we vowed, my dear,
Death should not take him;
Mourn not thou that we must here
Coldly forsake him;
Shed above his grave no tear—
Tears will not wake him.
Cupid lieth cold and dead—
Ended his flying,
Pale his lips, once rosy-red,
Swift was his dying.
Place a stone above his head,
Turn away, sighing.
poem by Victor James Daley
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In Autumn
The leaves are many under my feet,
And drift one way.
Their scent of death is weary and sweet.
A flight of them is in the grey
Where sky and forest meet.
The low winds moan for sad sweet years;
The birds sing all for pain,
Of a common thing, to weary ears,--
Only a summer's fate of rain,
And a woman's fate of tears.
I walk to love and life alone
Over these mournful places,
Across the summer overthrown,
The dead joys of these silent faces,
To claim my own.
I know his heart has beat to bright
Sweet loves gone by;
I know the leaves that die to-night
Once budded to the sky;
And I shall die from his delight.
O leaves, so quietly ending now,
You heard the cuckoos sing.
And I will grow upon my bough
If only for a spring,
And fall when the rain is on my brow.
O tell me, tell me ere you die,
Is it worth the pain?
You bloomed so fair, you waved so high;
Now that the sad days wane,
Are you repenting where you lie?
I lie amongst you, and I kiss
Your fragrance mouldering.
O dead delights, is it such bliss,
That tuneful Spring?
Is love so sweet, that comes to this?
Kiss me again as I kiss you;
Kiss me again;
For all your tuneful nights of dew,
In this your time of rain,
For all your kisses when Spring was new.
You will not, broken hearts; let be.
I pass across your death
To a golden summer you shall not see,
And in your dying breath
There is no benison for me.
There is an autumn yet to wane,
There are leaves yet to fall,
Which, when I kiss, may kiss again,
And, pitied, pity me all for all,
And love me in mist and rain.
poem by Alice Meynell
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Tears
Tears, tears please leave my eyes.
I do not wish to sympathize
with all that seems to trouble me.
If you will leave then I'll be free.
Each time I feel my eyes are dry
guilt appears and then I cry.
Salty tears that dribble on my face
bring me to a sad, sad place.
Smiles please replace my tears.
I do not wish in my waning years
to spend my days in deep-felt sorrow.
I need to awaken to a bright tomorrow.
The tears I've shed could fill a lake.
And oh the toll that they did take.
What good they are I do not know.
They just come. They just flow.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Heroes
By such strange and wonderful ways
God would save His world again.
All our days are holy days,
Starry heroes all our men.
There's naught common or unclean
In this splendid new-made earth:
Hearts uplifted, eyes serene,
Grief goes gayer now than mirth.
Quietly in the sacred night
Tears must fall, O noble tears!
That are shed in the Lords' sight
And are only for His ears.
Who would mourn aloud for sons
Gorgeous in our firmament,
Starry constellations
In the way their fathers went?
From the innumerable grave
There will spring a world new-born,
With the austerest eyes and brave
And its clear gaze towards the morn.
He who gave His Son to die
For man's purchase, gives once more
These, His beloved sons, to buy
Him a world worth dying for.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Love, You Don't know how Much
Hugs, kisses, and tearful goodbyes
going to be many miles apart
whether long or short trips
a picture of you in a purse or wallet
a reminder how beautiful in love with you
your smile makes the heck it journey more pleasant
thinking of you brings romantic memories
from the first time we met, our wedding dance
holding hands on a walk
so far away your are, but so close in my heart
till we meet again i hear your voice by phone
so soft and sweet, it brings tears of happiness
how special you are to me
you don't know how deep in love I am with you
no distance can keep me from you
our love grows stronger by the day
wait to hold you, to love you, to be with you
you don't know how much you really mean to me
as the miles grow closer and the time ticking by
I know I will be forever in love with you.
across the way as I arrive to see your beautiful body
the smile.the tears, the movement of you lips
saying I miss you and love you so
the big tight hug, the twirling of us together
tears of love and togetherness
you don't know how much in I am in love with you
poem by Michael Peterson
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One More Try
Heat of the night, in silent skies
I watched the rain fall in the streetlight
Im hypnotized by your sweet smile
Clear as a picture in my minds eye
Id do anything to have you here
Do everything to dry your tears
Baby, baby, wont you understand
Can you forgive me for the love I let slip through my hands?
Chorus:
Baby, were worth one more try
Cant you see my soul is dying
Only you can breathe new life
Baby, were worth one more try
I cant deny a thousand times
I left you all alone like a lost child
Id sacrifice to rectify
To heal the hurt that I still see in your eyes
Id do anything to have you here
Do everything to dry your tears
Baby, baby, wont you understand
Can you forgive me for the love I let slip through my hands?
Chorus:
Baby, were worth one more try
(cant you see) deep inside, my soul is dying
Only you can breathe new life
Baby, were worth one more try
The carnival carousel on freemond street, where we would meet
Those days just seem so out of reach
I still hear your voice as I got to sleep, still haunting me
You hold the key to set me free; cant you see
Chorus:
Baby, were worth one more try
(cant you see) deep inside, my soul is dying
Only you can breathe new life
Baby, were worth one more try
Baby, wont you listen to me
Baby, were worth one more try
(cant you see) deep inside my soul is dying
Only you can breathe new life
Baby, were worth one more try
Only you can breathe new life
Baby, were worth one more try...try...try
song performed by by 911
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Old Days
Old days
Good times I remember
Fun days
Filled with simple pleasures
Drive-in movies
Comic books and blue jeans
Howdy doody
Baseball cards and birthdays
Take me back
To a world gone away
Memories
Seem like yesterday
Old days
Good times I remember
Gold days
Days Ill always treasure
Funny faces
Full of love and laughter
Funny places
Summer nights and streetcars
Take me back
To a world gone away
Boyhood memories
Seem like yesterday
Old days - in my mind and in my heart to stay
Old days - darkened dreams of good times gone away
Old days - days of love and feeling fancy free
Old days - days of magic still so close to me
Old days - in my mind and in my heart to stay
Old days - darkened dreams of good times gone away
Old days - days of love and feeling fancy free
Old days - days of magic still so close to me
song performed by by Chicago
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Extraordinary Girl
She's an extraordinary girl
In an ordinary world
And she can't seem to get away
He lacks the courage in his mind
like a child left behind
like a pet left in the rain
she's all alone again
wiping the tears from her eyes
some days he feels like dying
she gets so sick of crying
she sees the mirror of herself
An image she wants to sell
to anyone willing to buy
he steals the image in her kiss
from her heart's apocalypse
from the one called whatsername
she's all alone again
wiping the tears from her eyes
some days he feels like dying
she gets so sick of crying
some days it's not worth trying
now that they both are finding
she gets so sick of crying
shes an extrodinary girl, an extrodinary girl
song performed by by Green Day
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Strange laughter
Strange laughter brings tears to my eyes
The tear is also strange
Burn my eyes and ignite the fire inside me
My soul is at war with my body
She want freedom
And my body is asked her to stay
My heart is conversing with the other
Where is my love? Where are you?
Questions like a bullets through my chest
A time is come and it's separation
I still laugh
Strange laughter brings tears to my eyes
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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Joy Will Return
When in a pit of deep despair
And no light pierces the dark.
Remember there will be a day
When joy will return.
When hopeless tears are shed
And life seems bitter, dead.
Remember there will be a day
When joy will return
When days seem drear and sad
And you feel you'll never laugh.
Remember there will be a day
When joy will return.
Then suddenly the day will dawn
And you give that first guilty laugh.
You will know deep inside,
Though won't admit,
Joy has returned
P H Brookes Copyright 2011
poem by Paul Brookes
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God Has Given Me/So Many Days
GOD HAS GIVEN ME/ SO MANY DAYS
BIRTHDAY POEM AT SIXTY- SEVEN AND ONE- HALF YEARS OF AGE
G-d has given me
So many days
Like this
So many days of blessing
So many days
Of cold autumn rain
Of fresh wind
And fading falling leaves
Whose color still says Beauty from them.
God has given me so so much
In this life
Thank G-d for this world
And that I am still alive in it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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