Yet Do I Marvel
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind
And did He stoop to quibble could tell why
The little buried mole continues blind,
Why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die,
Make plain the reason tortured Tantalus
Is baited by the fickle fruit, declare
If merely brute caprice dooms Sisyphus
To struggle up a never-ending stair.
Inscrutable His ways are, and immune
To catechism by a mind too strewn
With petty cares to slightly understand
What awful brain compels His awful hand.
Yet do I marvel at this curious thing:
To make a poet black, and bid him sing!
poem by Countee Cullen
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You Can Do It
Since you've been gone
Since you've been unglued
It's hard to figure out
You're next move
One minute here
The next you're gone
Let's make an end
To this sad, sad song
For you it's hard to take
'cause the pull has an awful taste
Just open up and swallow down
Once it his bottom
Things may turn around
Unfortunately this is the case
You've got to catch up
And win the race
Straighten yourself out...
You can do it
One minute here
The next you're gone
Let's make an end
To this sad, sad song
They can't understand
That you mean to do good
I guess you could say
You're musunderstood
I know you're meaning well
But you're been shot to hell
Just come back and join us now
'cause i know that you know how
Chorus:
I know it seems
They're messing with your mind
But you don't have to go
Forward blind
So let the bygones be hygone
And let's make an end
To this sad, sad song
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Awful
Swing low sweet cherry
Make it awful
Its your life, its your party, its so awful
Lets start a fire
Lets have riot! yeah its awful
It was punk
Yeah, it was perfect now its awful
They know how to break all the girls like you
And they rob the souls of the girls like you
Swing low, cherry, cherry
Yeah its awful
Hes drunk, he tastes
Like candy, hes so beautiful
Hes so deep like dirty water
God, hes awful
Youre lost, oh, wheres your daddy - its so awful
And they royalty rate all the girls like you
And they sell it out to the girls like you
To incorporate little girls
Hey, run away with the light
Run away its divine
Lets run away, yeah, tonight and
Well steal the light of the world
Swing low, sweet cherry, yeah, its awful
Youre ripe for the picking, its so awful
Youve got your youth
Dont waste your money
Yeah its awful
I was punk!
Now Im just stupid!
Im so awful
Oh, just shut up youre only 16
If the world is so wrong
Yeah you can break them all
With one song
If the world is so wrong yeah you can take it all
With one song
Swing low sweet cherry
Make it awful
They bought it all, just build a new one,
Make it beautiful...yeah
song performed by by Hole
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It Behooves The Doer To Be Careful
When you set out to do,
Something awful to someone...
Make sure they are not,
A good friend of God's.
A few will have the many believe,
God loves us equally.
Like I've heard some parents lie,
About the status their children have...
With them.
When you set out to do,
Something awful to someone...
Make sure they are not,
A good friend of God's.
God 'may' be All Loving, All Knowing...
And All 'This' and 'That'.
But when it comes to picking on 'His' chosen ones...
It behooves the doer to be careful.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Death Of Emmett Till (Live On Radio) [Oct 62, Billy Faier Radio Show, NYC]
by Bob Dylan
"Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago,
When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door.
This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still remember well,
The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till.
Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up.
They said they had a reason, but I can't remember what.
They tortured him and did some evil things too evil to repeat.
There was screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds out on the street.
Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a bloody red rain
And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming pain.
The reason that they killed him there, and I'm sure it ain't no lie,
Was just for the fun of killin' him and to watch him slowly die.
And then to stop the United States of yelling for a trial,
Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till.
But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this awful crime,
And so this trial was a mockery, but nobody seemed to mind.
I saw the morning papers but I could not bear to see
The smiling brothers walkin' down the courthouse stairs.
For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free,
While Emmett's body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea.
If you can't speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that's so unjust,
Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt, your mind is filled with dust.
Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your blood it must refuse to flow,
For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low!
This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow man
That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan.
But if all of us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we could give,
We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Caught By The Writing Upon The Page (In Reponse To Poem: Meadow Of Crimson)
A unique land all of its own.
With powers far and wide renowned,
The name will always stick upon my mind.
With intrigue I have been sucked in.
For some reason I can't let go.
And I don't know why.
With words upon a fish hook I have been baited and caught.
Struggle as I may, as I might.
It is still such a good write.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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An Awful Thing To Waste
So maybe you could do with a break
You've had about all you can take
You need to find somewhere you can run to
Somewhere a long way from here
Somewhere where the skies are all clear
Somewhere you can think all your thoughts through
It took a long time to make me understand
You gotta meet life and shake it by the hand
You gotta use your emotion
You talk a nice line to put your mind at ease
You want to sit back and count your memories
But that's no solution
I don't want to harp about it
But what you gonna do about it?
Look at how you're set in your ways
You used to be so willing to face
Any find of problem before you
Life is not as long as you think
Open up your mind and you'll see
Don't destroy yourself I implore you
You've got a fine wife, a perfect family
You had it all planned to live so carefully
But where does it get you
They say the mind is an awful thing to waste
And that's a fact that you must come to face
What more can I tell you?
song performed by by Supertramp
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Google = A Good Poem = 147, Ooo, Ooo
A good poem paints a picture
For both your heart and brain.
It doesn't need a second chance
To make its meaning plain.
A good poem is like the flower
The lily or the rose.
God plants it in a poet's brain
And there its beauty grows.
A good poem like a cardinal
Is pregnant with song
You can't help but hear its message
As it sings what's right or wrong.
A good poem helps us remember
What the joys of life are for
It makes us want to love someone
Till death comes knocking at our door.
POETRY
God has always had his poets
Who He watches with love from space.
But Satan has his poets too
Who try to lead us from our grace.
King Solomon was a poet
Who spoke of love, life, death and war.
That lips were like threads of scarlet
And that breasts were roses and more.
The wild birds sing and flowers bloom
As clouds form figures in the sky.
But only humans will write poems
That shall last long after they die.
The eldest sister of all arts
Which some have called the Devils wine.
Poetry is but pure passion
To stimulate the heart and mind.
BY GOD'S POET = tom zart!
God's Poets A Good Poem & Love
GOD'S POETS
The prize jewels of any nation
Are the philosophers of the heart.
How they think is universal
For it's God who makes them so smart.
Most poets tell the truth of life
Though they may wrap it in beauty.
It's their passion, not their purpose
To compose is but their duty.
Poets have no reason to lie
When the truth is always so clear.
All that others say and do
Is but food for the poet's ear.
One merit of a poet's work
Which most cannot deny.
They say more and in fewer words
To illuminate you and I.
God sent His poets down to earth
With words of wisdom and of worth.
That they might touch the souls of men
And bring them back to Him again.
A GOOD POEM
A good poem paints a picture
For both your heart and brain.
It doesn't need a second chance
To make its meaning plain.
A good poem is like the flower
The lily or the rose.
God plants it in a poet's brain
And there its beauty grows.
A good poem like a cardinal
Is pregnant with song
You can't help but hear its message
As it sings what's right or wrong.
A good poem helps us remember
What the joys of life are for
It makes us want to love someone
Till death comes knocking at our door.
You Don't Believe
You don't believe -- I won't attempt to make ye:
You are asleep -- I won't attempt to wake ye.
Sleep on! sleep on! while in your pleasant dreams
Of Reason you may drink of Life's clear streams.
Reason and Newton, they are quite two things;
For so the swallow and the sparrow sings.
Reason says `Miracle': Newton says `Doubt.'
Aye! that's the way to make all Nature out.
`Doubt, doubt, and don't believe without experiment':
That is the very thing that Jesus meant,
When He said `Only believe! believe and try!
Try, try, and never mind the reason why!'
poem by William Blake
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Lunch With a Poet
I had lunch with a poet, just the other day.
A poet who has written fine and lofty verse,
Conveying his experiences, emotions and his ideas, in
Vivid, imaginative ways, condensed in simple language,
Choosing words for sound and power,
Rather than impressing readers with poetic adulterations.
Almost apologetically, he said he uses 'nickel words'
To write his inner thoughts. It was as if he were at fault,
As though he thought those simple sounds
Had lessened the intent of his poetic worth.
I emphasized how wrong he was, and tried
To make clear, a poet writes in sympathy with his reader,
Overleaping the barriers of understanding by the simplicity
Of his language, and of his words.
To write with words of misty meaning does not make
A mystic.
To write with vulgar words does not lift up the poem
On wings of song, it only floats as high as the poet's
Commonality who, mistaking flatulence for inspiration, becomes
Enmeshed in a literary byproduct of the foulest of excretion and Smells.
My friend failed to intellectually understand,
But spiritually Accepts, as his writings reveal,
That clarity of thought and mind is the poet's
Highest point of the poet's integrity.
poem by Lynn W. Petty
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Give Me One Reason
Give me one reason to live without him
Give me one reason to walk away
I know you don't understand the reason
How can I show
That he is the reason i have to let you go
I've tried so hard to change your mind
I always thought you'd understand the reason why
Why i don't want to do the thing I used to do
Now that my heart and soul belong to God and God alone
Still every nights a fight to make it through
I cant deny I'm still in love with you
But how can you expect me to
Walk with him and give myself to you
Boy,I still long for your embrace
But what i've found in God it can never be replaced
Still i pray for the chance
As you slip through my hands you'll come around
But your hearts so far away from the words I'm tryin to say
Wish I could hod you both and still be true
Theres only one thing left for me to do
Baby, I Love You
But I can't stay with you unless you love him too
I'v found the path that i've gotta take no turning back to the old ways
i've gotta chance to take
Sacrifice to make
Whatever it takes I woan't turn away
song performed by by ZoeGirl
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Einstein
A little mousey man he was
With board, and chalk in hand;
And millions were awestruck because
They couldn't understand.
Said he: 'E equals Mc2:
I'll prove it true.'
No doubt you can, your marvel man,
But will it serve our good?
Will it prolong our living span
And multiply our food?
Will it bring peace between the nations
To make equations?
Our thanks are due no doubt to you
For truth beyond our ken;
But after all what did you do
To ease the lot of men?
How can a thousand 'yous' be priced
Beside a Christ?
poem by Robert William Service
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Invaders Of The Heart
Words and music by rick nielsen
(its rolling)
(oh, wrong song)
(its rolling)
Invaders of the heart
Are messin with my mind
Invaders of the heart
Can make your heart blind
Invaders of the heart
Are drivin me insane
Invaders of the heart
Are playin with my brain
I cant see anymore
Now Ive gotten tunnel vision
I cant be anyone
I just got no direction
I cant see anything
But I dont need glasses on
I cant think anymore
Im just a nervous wreck
Invaders of the heart
Are messin with my mind
Invaders of the heart
Can make your heart blind
Invaders of the heart
Are drivin me insane
Invaders of the heart
Are playin with my brain
I cant see anymore
Always buckle under pressure
I cant be anyone
The slightest thing will set me off
I cant feel anything
Im on pins and Im on needles
I cant think anymore
Ive lost my appetite
Invaders of the heart
Are messin with my mind
Invaders of the heart
Can make your heart blind
Invaders of the heart
Are drivin me insane
Invaders of the heart
Are playin with my brain
(take it, rick: 1, 2 ,3, 4, 5, 6 ,7 ,8 ,9 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32...)
Invaders of the heart
Are messin with my mind
Invaders of the heart
Can make your heart blind
Invaders of the heart
Are playin with my brain
Invaders of the heart
Are drivin me insane
Are messin with my mind
Make your heart blind
Invaders of the heart
(one more time!)
(okay, choice of lousy endings now.)
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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You Cand Do It
Hoo
Hoo hoo hoo (ooh)
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo
Since you've been gone
Since you've been unglued
It's hard to figure out
Your next move
One minute here
The next you're gone
Let's make an end
To this sad, sad song
For you it's hard to take
'Cause the pill has an awful taste
Just open up and swallow down
Once it hits bottom
Things may turn around
Unfortunately this is the case
You've got to catch up
And win the race
And straighten yourself out...
You can do it
You're gonna do it
Jumping through it
Yeah yeah
Everything you say
Has been taken wrong
Enough to say
It's a sad sad song
They can't understand
That you mean to do good
Well I guess you could say
You're misunderstood
I know you're meaning well
But you've been shot to hell
Just come back and join us now
'Cause I know that you know how
Unfortunately this is the case
You've got to catch up
And win the race
Oh straighten yourself out...
You can do it
You're gonna do it
Jumping through it
Yeah yeah
I know it seems
They're messing with your mind
But you don't have to go
Forward blind
So let the bygones be bygone
And let's make an end
To this sad, sad song
Hoo hoo hoo - oh yeah
Hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo - oh
Hoo hoo hoo
Unfortunately this is the case
You've got to catch up
And win the race
And straighten yourself out...
You can do it
You're gonna do it
You can do it
You're gonna do it
You can do it
You're gonna do it
You can do it
You're gonna do it
You can do it
You're gonna do it
You can do it
You're gonna do it
You can do it
So get to it
You can do it
You're gonna do it
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
song performed by by No Doubt
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Solitary Beauty
Well balanced features, slightly pointed chin
Alluring heavy eyelids, that make you gaze right in
Fine black veil and simplistic in dress
Her true identity is anybodys guess
The meaning of her enigmatic smile continues
to be debated
How so, is anyone related
poem by John Leroy Maxwell
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Magic is seen
Obsure magic is known to some
To some magic is the most incredible thing that will
ever cross by their very eyes
Others don't believe in it and say that it's nonsense
I see magic without any doubt and am eager to
know why
Anxious to know the reason behind of all of this
No clues to count back to, it naturally happens
Magic is seen in my eyes
Preposterous mysteries that I will never understand
Unusual tricks on my mind are casting me in a illusion
Charms in its magic are found curious to me
I'm interested in how to find why this bizarre thing comes
by me
Surprising, crazy, and irrational and I still love it anyway
Striking conceptions are cryptic and are specified
Magic is a beloved out of the ordinary thing that I've learned
happens in uncertain ways
poem by Clara Diskley
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Glamorous, Sophisticated
What a mess - what a terrible mess - trial and
error is awful, I should have guessed; grey - I
HATE grey, unless tinted blue, black and grey
in bed linen are insupportable - to combat the
effect I constructed a bulwarks of pink-purple
covered notebooks on my side of the bed
I shall hide the black and grey pillowcase tonight,
already covered my favourite pillow with something
else, grey sucks colour out of everything - I wear
black to disappear but my bed should be HERE;
this is awful, one of my biggest mistakes - still,
we were constrained, nothing else in the shop
I hate shopping in any case, my new T-shirt too large,
the glamorous, sophisticated black and grey without
symbolical meaning, I fight it with the pink and green
of my paper doll - how did I ever acquiesce to some-
thing as bleak and menacing as this - oh yes, there
was nothing else, I should hang myself!
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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What Can I Do For You
Im so glad youre awake
That youre not like the others
Cause theyre so straight-laced
And no fun
Gosh thats nice
That lingerie
Makes me feel like
Oh, I dont know
Youre a very pretty thing
You remind me of someone
You must have heard
Some awful nasty things about me, but
What I can do for you
Theres no one else
On gods green earth can do
What I can do for you
Theres no one else
On gods green earth can do
Just ask anybody
Theyll tell you that its true
Theres no one else on earth
Can do the things that I can do for you
Youre never gonna make it
All by yourself
Youre gonna need a friend
Youre gonna need my help
I have so much to offer
If you just be nice
If you do what I say
And dont make me say it twice
Do you mind if I just
Rub my hand up thus
Come on just my hand
Come on just my hand
You got to understand
Im gonna be your man
Im gonna be your man
Youre gonna need me
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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I Want To Vanish
I want to vanish
This is my fondest wish
To go where I cannot be captured
Laid on a decorated dish
Even in splendor this curious fate
Is more than I care to surrender
Now its too late
Whether in wonder or indecent haste
You arrange the mirrors and the spools
To snare the rare and precious jewels
That were only made of paste
If you should stumble upon my last remark
Im crying in the wilderness
Im trying my best to make it dark
How can I tell you Im rarer than most
Im certain as a lost dog
Pondering a sign post
Chorus
I want to vanish
This is my last request
Ive given you the awful truth
Now give me my rest
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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I Want To Vanish (live)
I want to vanish
This is my fondest wish
To go where I cannot be captured
Laid on a decorated dish
Even in splendor this curious fate
Is more than I care to surrender
Now it's too late
Whether in wonder or indecent haste
You arrange the mirrors and the spools
To snare the rare and precious jewels
That were only made of paste
If you should stumble upon my last remark
I'm crying in the wilderness
I'm trying my best to make it dark
How can I tell you I'm rarer than most
I'm certain as a lost dog
Pondering a sign post
Chorus
I want to vanish
This is my last request
I've given you the awful truth
Now give me my rest
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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