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Elizabeth II Diamond Jubilee

Time to show thanks to her Highness,
She's served her country with prowess,
Honour now all that's come to pass,
At street parties fill up your glass,
Toasts made to Elizabeth's health,
Unite realms of the commonwealth,
For that to which the queen made oath,
Respect and praise she is owed both,
There's a lavish use of bunting,
Everywhere's made to look spiffing,
Celebrations promptly begin,
Events for all to partake in,
On the Thames there grows excitement,
Crowds watch the Jubilee Pageant,
Marking 60 years on the throne,
A party of a lifetime's thrown.

poem by Christian Lacdael
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Queen Elizabeth II

Elizabeth the second's reign,
Has been much to her realm's gain,
Her allegiance to her nation,
Model to those of her station,
A most wise and respectful queen,
Great as those before her have been,
We'll remain loyal to the crown,
Lest all we've built up crashes down,
With prince Philip by her right hand,
Meeting duties and touring the land,
Commonwealth realms unite as one,
Helped out by all that she has done,
May she long still be on the throne,
Reach out so bridges are grown,
Be a link to an age that's gone,
She that her subjects depend on.

poem by Christian Lacdael
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A Nation Celebrates

Boats take to the Thames to honour the Queen:
The most craft, at any one time, the river has seen.
On to the trains, thousands of people cram.
On the roads, there are massive traffic jams.

People pack in to pubs to consume a few beers:
There is much merriment, and calls of ‘cheers! '
People are attending parties in their streets:
Long tables are laden with tasty treats to eat.

In towns, shops windows are patriotically dressed.
Across the nation, people put on their Sunday best.
Everywhere that you look is brightly festooned
With flags, bunting, streamers, and party balloons.

Of Jubilee memorabilia, there is certainly no lack:
Just about every item possible bears the Union Jack.
There are Jubilee jelly moulds and garden gnomes:
Just about everything that you'd need for your home.

Even the packaging on much supermarket food,
Bears the patriotic colours of red, white and blue.
Thousands of beacons are being lit. Burning bright,
They glow in the dark with a glorious, golden light.

At the Palace, there is a massive musical celebration,
Which is enjoyed by thousands right across the nation.
Tower Bridge is adorned with thousands of lights:
Lit up at night, it makes a truly magnificent sight.

People don Union Jack hats or wear cardboard crowns.
Some paint their faces, or wear patriotic party gowns.
The rather rainy weather, the nation stoically braves.
A sea of Union Jack flags, by well-wishers, is waved.

Our warmest wishes to Her Majesty, our nation sends.
We're having a great time this Bank Holiday weekend.
It is a time for our whole nation to all come together.
Memories of this very special occasion will last for ever.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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I Was Made To Love Her

(hey hey yes I was made to love her)
I was born in little rock
Had a childhood sweetheart
We were always hand in han-an-an-an-and
I wore high-top shoes and shirt-tails
Suzy was in pigtails
I knew I loved her even then
(hey hey yes I was made to love her)
Dont you know my papa disproved
My mama hooo-ooo-hoooed it
But I told them time and time again
(hey hey yes I was made to love her)
Dont you know I was made to love her
Built my world all around her
Hey hey hey
(hey hey yes I was made to love her)
Shes been my inspiration
Showed appreciation
For the love I gave her through the years
(hey hey yes I was made to love her)
Like a sweet magnolia tree
My love blossomed tenderly
My life grows sweeter through the years
(hey hey yes I was made to love her)
I know that my baby loves me
My baby needs me
Thats why we made it through the years
(hey hey yes I was made to love her)
I was made to love her
What has she ever done
Hey hey hey
(hey hey yes I was made to love her)
My little baby loves me
My baby needs me
And I know I aint goin nowhere
I was knee-high to a chimp
And the love bug bit me
And I have to be with her a thousand years
(hey hey yes I was made to love her)
If the mountain tumbles
If this whole world crumbles
I know Ill still be standing there
(hey hey yes I was made to love her)
cause I was made to love her
I was made to live for her
Hey hey hey
(hey hey yes I was made to love her)

song performed by by Beach Boys
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Commonwealth

Immigrants. Wilson Health said to the immgrants you better get back to the
commonwealth homes. Yeah, yeah, yeah I said Get back home. Now Enoch Powell was
said to the folks color of his skin. He said don't care. So he said you better
get up. He said he said to Enoch Powell. You better go home. So Wilson said to.
We got to swing. We have to go the hill. So Wilson Health said to Enoch Powell
we got to the commonwealth. Commonwealth yeah commonwealth yeah commonwealth
yeah commonwealth yeah.
Commonwealth yeah. If you don't want trouble you got to go home. To Indania.
I've have enough of that. I'm coming back yeah to England. Dirty Enoch Powell.
Commonwealth. Commonwealth yeah. Don't you hear me commonwealth yeah. Well I
check Austria England India. Enoch powell. Oh commonwealth yeag. Oh
commonwealth yeah. Yeah commonwealth yeah. Commonwealth yeah. It's to common to
me. I came down the street to New Zealand. Commonwealth. Commonwealth yeah.
Commonwealth yeah. Enoch Powell commonwealth yeah. Immigrants commonwealth
yeah. Market.

song performed by by Beatles
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An Ode to the Queen on Her Jubilee Year

Sound drums and trumpets, far and near!
And Let all Queen Victoria's subjects loudly cheer!
And show by their actions that they revere,
Because she's served them faithfully fifty long year!

All hail to the Empress of India and Great Britain's Queen!
Long may she live happy and serene!
And as this is now her Jubilee year,
I hope her subjects will show their loyalty without fear.

Therefore let all her subjects rejoice and sing,
Until they make the welkin ring;
And let young and old on this her Jubilee be glad,
And cry, "Long Live our Queen!" and don't be sad.

She has been a good Queen, which no one dare gainsay,
And I hope God will protect her for many a day;
May He enable her a few more years to reign,
And let all her lieges say - Amen!

Let all hatred towards her be thrown aside
All o'er dominions broad and wide;
And let all her subjects bear in mind,
By God kings and queens are put in trust o'er mankind.

Therefore rejoice and be glad on her Jubilee day,
And try and make the heart of our Queen feel gay;
Oh! try and make her happy in country and town,
And not with Shakespeare say, "uneasy lies the head that wears a crown."

And as this is her first Jubilee year,
And will be her last, I rather fear:
Therefore, sound drums and trumpets cheerfully,
Until the echoes are heard o'er land and sea.

And let the innocent voices of the children at home or abroad
Ascend with cheerful shouts to the throne of God;
And sing aloud, "God Save our Gracious Queen!"
Because a good and charitable Sovereign she has been.

Therefore, ye sons of great Britain, come join with me,
And welcome in our noble Queen's Jubilee;
Because she has been a faithful Queen, ye must confess,
There hasn't been her equal since the days of Queen Bess.

Therefore let all her lieges shout and cheer,
"God Save our Gracious Queen!" for many a year;
let such be the cry in the peasant's cot, the hall,
With stentorian voices, as loud as they can bawl.

And let bonfires be kindled on every hill
And let her subjects dance around them at their freewill;
And try to drive dull care away
By singing and rejoicing on the Queen's Jubilee day.

May God protect her for many a day,
At home or abroad when she's far away;
Long may she be spared o'er her subjects to reign,
And let each and all with one voice say - Amen!

Victoria is a good Queen, which all he subjects know,
And for that may God protect her from every foe;
May He be as a hedge around her, as He's been all along.
And let her live and die in peace - is the end of my song.

poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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Jubilee

Bells across the Nation will ring.
Bands will play; people will sing.
The Nation will rise up to its feet,
And people will party in the street.

People will come together as one,
For a time of festivity and of fun.
People will jump up out of their seats,
To dance along with the various beats.

This is our Nation's one big chance
For a show of Pomp and Circumstance.
Flags will be waved and bunting unfurled,
For the biggest celebration in all the world.

The huge crowds will all clap and cheer,
As our Queen celebrates her 60th year.
People will be hoping to catch a glimpse
Of Her Majesty, and of Philip, her Prince.

People will come from many a mile;
Upon their faces will be a big smile.
There will be a sea of rainbow faces;
People of all religions and of all races.

Over the palace, the Red Arrows will fly,
As everyone's eyes look up to the sky.
It will be the biggest party we've ever seen.
Long may she reign: God save the Queen!

poem by Angela Wybrow
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St. Patrick's day

Make sure you wear a touch of green,
For where there is 40 shades seen,
Be sure to have a shamrock on,
And honour the national icon,
Praise the patron saint of Ireland,
Make the most of the events planned,
Parades that began in Dublin,
Spread further than you'd imagine,
A brief break from observing lent,
And fasting in which days are spent,
Enjoy that from which you refrain,
For one day no longer abstain,
The air fills with cheer and singing,
Streets fill up with crowds and dancing,
Minds full of care will soon have none,
Once celebrations have begun.

poem by Christian Lacdael
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Hell Was Made In Heaven

There was a time
Eating your mind
Eating your heart and your soul
Down to the bone
Always alone
Nobody waiting at home
Now allow that we unite our fires
Shout it out
Give yourself to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hell was made in heaven
I was made for you
Hell was made in heaven
Made for loving you in sin
Ten years ago
You made the vow
Promised your life and your love
Of all that you've paid
Nothing returned
What is enough is enough
Now allow that we unite our fires
Shout it out
Give yourself to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hell was made in heaven
I was made for you
Hell was made in heaven
Made for loving you in sin

song performed by by Helloween
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Next Big Thing

Walking down the street, it's everywhere you see
Looking right at you and staring right at me
You can't escape it cause it's in your face
The stars are out, they're bright today
It's the latest craze it sets your eyes ablaze
They're just hopin' this ain't just a passing phase
Turn the cycle to a faster spin
Throw the has been's out bring a fresh face in
This is your only chance knock 'em dead
Show it if you got it. The world is watching you
Take it if you want it. What have you got to lose
Raise your glass you made it
Everyone's waiting for the next big thing,
The next big thing
So now you won the fight, there's no end in sight
Everyone's your friend, might as well take a bite
You've just made it while the others dream
But just make sure the cash register rings
They all know your name, it's such an easy game
If all goes well, you'll have you're minute of fame
Suddenly people want to help you now
Plug it in, make sure you play it loud
This is your only chance knock 'em dead
Show it if you got it. The world is watching you
Take it if you want it. What have you got to lose
Raise your glass you made it
Everyone's waiting for the next big thing,
The next big thing
Show it if you got it. The world is watching you
Take it if you want it. What have you got to lose
Raise your glass you made it
Everyone's waiting for the next big thing,
The next big thing
Keep that spotlight on, breath it in
Cause when it's over you will know your friends
Yeah you enjoy yourself, appreciate the help
You'll need all the help you can get
Show it if you got it. The world is watching you
Take it if you want it. What have you got to lose
Raise your glass you made it
Everyone's waiting for the next big thing,
The next big thing
Show it if you got it. The world is watching you
Take it if you want it. What have you got to lose
Raise your glass you made it
Everyone's waiting for the next big thing,
The next big thing

song performed by by 1208
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Who I Am

You don't like my hair,
You don't like my dress.
You think I'm wrong;
That you know best.

Think you know better.
Think you got it all.
And right now,
My back's against the wall.

You say I should be here;
But I really should be there.
Come to think of it now,
I should be nowhere.

You say how I should live:
What, when, where, how.
But I'm telling you,
Back off right now.

I was made to praise God,
To live, love, and be free.
God made me:
He made me to be me.

Twasn't to be,
Chasing the stars.
Twasn't to be,
Who you are.

I was made to be me,
With none other alike.
So take a hint
And take a hike.

Made to praise,
Made to live,
Made to love,
Made to give.

Made like no other,
Made by the great I AM.
Just a unique worm,
That's who I am.

So take a deep breath and swallow...
This is who I am.

poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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In The Midst Of Creating Conflict

Wishing for a past to return to relive,
Has to be those wishes made by the ones...
Doing a procrastinating done.
They did it then and still do now.

And there are many living,
Who believe they are owed to be served.
As if for no other reason they exist.
To live to criticized to bemoan their failures.

And the ones who go unnoticed,
With a sacrificing done to condone...
Take no one or anything for granted.
With a doing not to complain or it shown.

And...
Often those believing they are owed to be served,
Are in the midst of creating conflict...
Anywhere they are allowed to critique and whine.

With a finding of doing this as fulfilling their purpose.
As if to make their presence known.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The First Lord's Song

When I was a lad I served a term
As office boy to an Attorney's firm;
I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor,
And I polished up the handle of the big front door.
I polished up that handle so successfullee,
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

As office boy I made such a mark
That they gave me the post of a junior clerk;
I served the writs with a smile so bland,
And I copied all the letters in a big round hand.
I copied all the letters in a hand so free,
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

In serving writs I made such a name
That an articled clerk I soon became;
I wore clean collars and a brand-new suit
For the Pass Examination at the Institute:
And that Pass Examination did so well for me,
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

Of legal knowledge I acquired such a grip
That they took me into the partnership,
And that junior partnership I ween,
Was the only ship that I ever had seen:
But that kind of ship so suited me,
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

I grew so rich that I was sent
By a pocket borough into Parliament;
I always voted at my Party's call,
And I never thought of thinking for myself at all.
I thought so little, they rewarded me,
By making me the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

Now, landsmen all, whoever you may be,
If you want to rise to the top of the tree -
If your soul isn't fettered to an office stool,
Be careful to be guided by this golden rule -
Stick close to your desks and NEVER GO TO SEA,
And you all may be Rulers of the Queen's Navee!

poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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The king is extraordinary.

Honour is made for human functions.

A monarch is not extraordinary;
The ordinary people make him so.
Unless he is made extraordinary
He could not rule the ordinary ones.

The extraordinary must respect
The demand of the honour bestowed
On him by the ordinary people,
And must act to be extraordinary.

Masters must honour the headmaster,
Who must respect the demand of honour
Expected of him by other masters,
Failing which he will lose his status.
26.10.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Word Made Flesh

Suck my breast, I'm the word made flesh
Ain't no rest for the word made flesh
My lips are moving but I hear no sound
It's that same old noise, it's in sensurround
Tune yourself up and count yourself down
Word made flesh, word made flesh
Lord help me rise to this occasion
Word made, word made flesh
I've been toiling so hard in the vineyard
Pay your debts to the word made flesh
East meets west in the word made flesh
I see you talking, but I still can't hear
Like a box of glass blocking off my ears
Turn off the charm and prey on your fears
Brainless pests for the word made flesh
Wall Street desks curse the word made flesh

song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Queen Of The Silver Dollar

(shel silverstein)
She arrives in all her splendor
Each night at nine oclock
Her chariot is the crosstown bus
That stops right down the block
Now the old piano minstrel plays her tune as she walks in
And the queen of the silver dollars home again
Shes the queen of the silver dollar
She rules this smokey kingdom
Scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is her throne
Now the jesters flock around her tryin? to win her favors
To see which one will take the
Queen of the silver dollar home
Now her royal dress is satin
Its shabby and its torn
The royal jewels are rhinestones
The shoes are scuffed and worn
Of the many roads shes been down,
And the places that shes seen
Well they all look at her and say God save the queen
Now the queen of the silver dollar
Is not as haughty as she seems
She was once an ordinary girl with ordinary dreams
But theres a man who found her
And he brought her to this world
Hes the one who made a queen of a simple country girl
Yes Im the queen of the silver dollar
I rule this smokey kingdom
Scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is my throne
Now the jesters flock around me tryin to win my favors
To see which one will take the
Queen of the silver dollar home
Yes Im the queen of the silver dollar
I rule this smokey kingdom
Scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is my throne
Now the jesters flock around me tryin to win my favors
To see which one will take the
Queen of the silver dollar home

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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An Armada

An armada of colours
sailed up the Thames
not in anger, but in celebration.
Crowds lined the shores
and bridges they passed.
Music filled the rain-filled air
as they celebrated
a Diamond Jubilee of a gracious Queen.

3 June 2012

poem by David Harris
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Street-Cheap-Meat

You've given me up to boost danger.
A mistake made with a stranger.
Who knocked on your door proposing,
With a cut glass rock and plated gold.

And street-cheap-meat!
Oh...
You've given me up to boost danger.
A mistake made with a stranger.
Who knocked on your door proposing,
With a cut glass rock and plated gold.

Our minds were united,
And tight for a lifetime.
We sought for that right time...
When we'd be together,
Forever and ever.

Our minds were united,
And tight for a lifetime.
We sought for that right time...
When we'd be together,
Forever and ever.

But,
You've given me up to boost danger.
A mistake made with a stranger.
Who knocked on your door proposing,
With a cut glass rock and plated gold.

And street-cheap-meat!
Oh...
Our minds were united,
And tight for a lifetime.
We sought for that right time...
When we'd be together,
Forever and ever.
But you prefer street-cheap-meat.

Our minds were united,
And ripe for that lifetime.
But you prefer street-cheap-meat.

Our minds were united,
And ripe for that lifetime.
But you prefer street-cheap-meat.

Our minds were united,
And ripe for that lifetime.
But you prefer street-cheap-meat.

Our minds were united,
And ripe for that lifetime.
But you prefer street-cheap-meat.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What God Made

God made coffee~
~God made tea~
~God made boy's~
~Just 4 me! ~
~God made flowers~
~God made dirt~
~God made boy's~
~So I can flirt! ~
~God made coke~
~God made Pepsi~
~God made me~
~So So Sexy! ~
~God made the ocean~
~God made the Sea~
~God needed a princess~
~So he created me

poem by Nicole Jackson
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God Made Your Lips

God made your lips for me to kiss. Your hands for me to hold.
God made your smile for me to miss and treasure more than gold.
God made your ears so I could tell how beautiful you are.
God made your eyes to cast a spell, no matter, near or far.
God made your arms to hold me tight each time before I leave.
God made your legs to stir delight like Adam saw in Eve.
God made your doubts to fade away, for years have come and gone.
God made your joys thank Him each day our love goes on and on.
God made your heart a lot like mine - hold fast to what God says.
God made you my sweet Valentine, you're always in my prayers.
God made your mind, your memories, your dreams and all you're worth.
God made you precious so you'd please the luckiest man on Earth!
God made your blessings one by one and when I look at you,
I wonder what great thing I've done that you should love me, too.

poem by Denis Martindale
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I Am Made For You

I came a long way
From out of nowhere
I stand before you
All alone
Like a wolf's cry in the distance
I heard the calling
Of your soul
Oh...I hear you cryin'

CHORUS
With your love
Show me how to live
'Cause you are made of me
And I am made of you
With your life
Show me how to give
You are made of me
And I am made of you

We'll walk together
Though the fire
Though the darkness
To the sun
Like two raging rivers full of passion
At the ocean
We are one
Oh...I hear you cryin'

REPEAT CHORUS

I am made of you
You are made of me
And everything you are
Is what I'm meant to be
I am made of you
You are made of me
And everything I am
Is what you made of me
Oh...I hear you crying
Oh...Through the darkness
To the light

With your love
Show me how to live
'Cause you are made of me
And I am made of you
With your life
Show me how to give
You are made of me
With your heart
Show me what is true
'Cause you are made of me
And I am made of you
With your soul
Walk my spirit through
You are made of me
And I am made of you
Oh...I hear you crying
Through the darkness
To the light...

song performed by by Ricky Martin from Ricky Martin
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