Alexander And Lycon
‘What, no crown won,
These two whole years,
By man of fortitude beyond his peers,
In Thrace or Macedon?’
‘No, none.
But what deep trouble does my Lycon feel,
And hide 'neath chat about the commonweal?’
‘Glaucé but now the third time did again
The thing which I forbade. I had to box her ears.
'Twas ill to see her both blue eyes
Settled in tears
Despairing on the skies,
And the poor lip all pucker'd into pain;
Yet, for her sake, from kisses to refrain!’
‘Ho, Timocles, take down
That crown.
No, not that common one for blood with extreme valour spilt,
But yonder, with the berries gilt.
'Tis, Lycon, thy just meed.
To inflict unmoved
And firm to bear the woes of the Beloved
Is fortitude indeed.’
poem by Coventry Patmore
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Blue Skies Bring Tears
Unleash the armageddon
So all the children go to heaven
I sit by quiet still
With their pictures on my eyes
You'll draw the guns your given
Write down the words as written
And never disturb the presense
Of resurrection touch
And it's about time
It's about drawing near
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Descend the darkened stairway
Make hate with plastic playmates
And fire out remaining traces
Of your self esteem
Mainline the deepest secrets
Lick clean the dirty fingers
I am a stranger to you
As you are to yourself
And it's about time
It's about fear
Blue skies bring tears
Don't you want me (don't want you)
Cause I await cityside
We'll watch the seas start to die
Blue skies bring tears
Take me inside your body
Blue skies bring tears
Cover me with your soul
Blue skies bring tears
To the darkest reasons
Blue skies bring tears
Is where I wish to go
Blue skies bring tears
You are the sweetest flower
Blue skies bring tears
That I have ever devoured
Blue skies bring tears
I ask for nothing given
Blue skies bring tears
For nothing in return
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins from Machina: The Machines Of God
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Years of Tears
Years of tears for no ears to hear, lonely for years am I
Years of tears for no ears to hear in silence they dropp and die
Years of tears, hidden deep, I cannot weep, nor cry.
Years of tears, for many fears of dying alone, I sigh.
Years of tears which no one hears as many years go by.
Years of tears in the lonely sky, my tears grow wings and fly.
Years of tears, my smile shines, through its little lines, I lie.
Years of tears, my somber peers through my melancholy eye
Tears of tears, Years of Years, in my soul, I tie.
Years of tears for no ears to hear my tears weep goodbye….
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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What You Want Wid Bess?
Bess
Oh... what you want wid bess?
Shes gettin ole now;
Take a fine young gal
For to satisfy crown.
Look at this chest
An look at these arms you got.
You know how it always been with me,
These five years I been yo woman,
You could kick me in the street,
Then when you wanted me back,
You could whistle, an there I was
Back again, lickin yo hand.
Theres plenty better lookin gal than bess.
Can you see, Im with porgy,
Now and forever
I am his woman, he would die without me.
Oh, crown, wont you let me go to my man, to my man.
He is a cripple an needs my love, all my love.
What you want wid bess? oh, let me go to my man. . .
Crown
What I wants wid other woman,
I gots a woman, yes,
An dat is you, yes, dat is you, yes,
I need you now an youre mine jus as long as I want you.
No cripple goin take my woman from me.
You got a man tonight an that is crown, yes, crown, yes
Crown.
Youre my woman, bess, Im tellin you, now Im your man.
(pressing her very close)
Bess
What you want with bess?
(boat whistles)
Lemme go, crown dat boat, its goin wiout me!
Crown
You aint goin nowhere!
Bess
(weakening)
Take yo hands off me, I say, yo hands, yo hands, yo hands.
(crown kisses her passionately)
Crown
I knows you ain change - wid you and me it always be the
Same. git in dat thicket.
(bess backs into woods; crown follows.)
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Wash Away Those Years
She came calling
One early morning
She showed her crown of thorns
She whispered softly
To tell a story
About how she had been wronged
As she lay lifeless
He stole her innocence
And this is how she carried on
This is how she carried on
Well I guess she closed her eyes
And just imagined everything's alright
But she could not hide her tears
'Cause they were sent to wash away those years
They were sent to wash away those years
My anger's violent
But still I'm silent
When tragedy strikes at home
I know this decadence Is shared by millions
Remember you're not alone
Remember you're not alone
Well if you just close your eyes
And just imagine everything's alright
But do not hide your tears
'Cause they were sent to wash away those years
Well if you just close your eyes
And just imagine everything's alright
But do not hide your tears
'Cause they were sent to wash away those years
They were sent to wash away those years
Maybe we can wash away those years
For we have crossed many oceans
And we labor in between
In life there are many quotients
And I hope I find the mean
the mean
song performed by by Creed from Human Clay
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Soul and the body.
As long as the soul
Loves the body
There sticks fortitude.
Pain could be borne
For pleasure to follow.
Once the soul deserts
The body, it is dead.
Where is the fortitude?
Where is the pain?
Where is the pleasure?
Soul is forgotten.
You, the soul,
I, the body.
Be they together
25.08.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Parting Kiss
The fragile life
Of a newly born baby
Helpless
In the world of adults
Journeys paths
Exciting, bland,
Hopeful, sad,
Optimistic, despairing,
With strength, weakness,
Fortitude, feebleness,
Eventually becoming
Flower seed in the earth
After a parting kiss
Accompanied by tears.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Bleeds Through: The Truth Will Not be Silenced
Strength and fortitude is my message friends
Tonight we have gathered in this stuffy inn to wage war
Ironic though it be we are practitioners of peace
Our enemies have lived for too long
Our corrupted government has run its course
Now us, The Middle
Comprised of apprentices, journeymen, artisans, and masters
We will not let the Bushwahzee and pious government to reign
Now we fight
Fight as well by our trade
Grab your tools, paper, canvas
Let the arts sing of our heroism
Shall the paper show our retribution to the corners of Europe
Be that all constructs wage revenge and ill tidings
Strength and fortitude amongst us friends
If we divide an hold personal dwellings that linger dear,
Our conquest is forfeit
Bravery my countrymen, our people call for saviors
A New Regime
Lead by the middle to save all lower and equal
Go now all of you time is short and needed
By this time soon can we all rise as equal French
Go now and save all that can be saved
Strength and fortitude
Strength and fortitude
May God help us all
March 14,2012
poem by Ryan Collins
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Change
CHANGE shall accustom me in after years
To kingdom's builded on life's overthrow;
Onward with other poets I shall go,
Unpraised of thee. though praised of all my peers,
Until the vine that thou hast quckened, bears
Its fruit in others' hands; until I grow
So different from myself I shall not know
This poor young desperate heart, nor these wild tears.
But though I change, thou shalt not change with me,
Thy shrine shall stand unaltered and unmoved,
And if we meet again I shall but see
The features of a stranger, thou wilt be
Wholly what once thou wert to me, Beloved
And not what time and men have made of thee
poem by Muriel Stuart
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A Question Of Honour
death the last act
we shall ever
do upon this earth
let us embrace
the time place
precise moment
with fortitude honour
in completion
with firm anticipation
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Tomorrow Robins Will Sing
Now every ting is lovely
So dont put yu trust inna false prophecy
Dis a de edley shine & stevie
You might wonder
Stand firm to all those who feel concern
Ca when you cant see the light
You must see the robins in flight
Life is just a matter of time or space
So all those who have to face sorrow
Shall only have to wait till tomorrow
Big tings a guan dis year
So mek we drop inna gear
Come cross missa stevie wonder
Watch it!
Now where do I start to make the point that Ill be making
To most efficiently use your time that Ill be taking
With the clear understanding that every ticking second is precious to us all
But if you let me bend your ear and listen up you will hear
Not just what I say, but every word that I am saying
You wake in the morning from a dream with spirits dope hype
Though you real life condition is far from being alright
Your love has wronged you, your moneys gone, youve lost your home and everything you own
But before you do something major extreme
Ive got one simple thing for you to take along with you, as you go on your lonely way
Tomorrow robins will sing, tomorrow robins will sing
It really is no big thing, cause tomorrow robins will sing
Tomorrow blue jays will fly, the weather forecasts clear skies
So dry those tears from your eyes, cause tomorrow blue jays will fly
You borrow a dime to call up a friend that you could rely on
They put the phone down, you hear in the background tell him Im not home
Your face is broken, your throat is chokin, you hang up the phone in disbelief
And to make matters worse
You can remember you were the first and only one to come to him when lonely was his everyday
But if what you did came from your heart and not expecting
Then you should not waste one heart beat on any regretting
The sayings older than old yet true for today as when it was made to be told
As you saw so shall you reap
And if youve treated life sweet
Your blessings been ordained and already on its way
Tomorrow robins will sing, tomorrow robins will sing
It really is no big thing, cause tomorrow robins will sing
Tomorrow blue jays will fly, the weather forecasts clear skies
So dry those tears from your eyes, cause tomorrow blue jays will fly
Today is the tomorrow you were so worried about
Looking over your yesterday
The clouds are gone and the sun is out
And everything has worked out irie okay
Tomorrow robins will sing, tomorrow robins will sing
It really is no big thing, cause tomorrow robins will sing
Tomorrow blue jays will fly, the weather forecasts clear skies
So dry those tears from your eyes, cause tomorrow blue jays will fly
Tomorrow robins will sing, tomorrow robins will sing
It really is no big thing, cause tomorrow robins will sing.
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Sonnet: Mother Mary’s Crown
The crown on Mary’s head has disappeared:
Perhaps got stolen by some vandal fool!
The grotto’s glass lay broken and blood-smeared;
The shutter’s lock was broken by some tool!
I wondered why this thing had happened thus!
The robber eyed the ‘golden crown’ perhaps;
Would not the one who stole invite God’s curse?
The news has hit the headlines in bold caps!
Could not a miracle retrieve the crown?
Can any pow’r remove the Queen’s head-gear?
It makes a holy person to well frown;
Another crown will come from hearts too dear!
The Queen of Heaven needs no earthly crown!
God bestowed unmatched glory on His own!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-12-11
poem by John Celes
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In Woes
Surrounded by havens dreary dirges, I cry,
Yet, this time won't hide, ruined is my heart,
Evaporated all my sweet desires,
Cradling upon blooded wounds of mine, my loved ones,
Once, the time, with its feet is passing upon my wounds humbling by,
Once, the ones, those who were my dearest, with smiling faces shaking their hands and passing by,
Far away in pain my eyes are crying woes
Insatiable, haters revive from my pain,
Pale, feeble, ah shivery heart of mine,
Your pain has became, your lovers hearts happy companion,
At the extreme corner of loneliness I'm broken,
Solitude was my peaceful home, since long whiles,
But the peace has gone away of my life and mortality covered all around,
Yet, this time I don't want to hide my woes,
My tears are moaing alone misty are constancy roads
Inside my heart storms are howling by
Where can I go to whom I can tell my woes
No one can cease my pain now
No one is so dear when you're broken alone
People are selfish
Innoceny has deserted our world
People can see what is good for them to see
No one takes a bit while even for looking if the wounded one is dead or still alive
May she's in need of a smile
Alas, what is wrong with life?
Is it about life all people are changed?
Ah pities are dead
Around me people wearing colored masks
Fake are their smiles
The greed and selfishness have stolen their hearts
With their limited, minds they're happy for what they are?
Liars pray happily inside their temples
They thank their God for being deprived from having a heart!
But their God is their dead pities which is the slave of devil,
Oh poor ones, how can you create a God for your own sakes,
Just to serve your nasty purposes!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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A crown of flowers
A crown of flowers
~
I don a crown of flowers
To mask the sorrow inside
Eyes which fall upon its beauty
Do not see the tears I cry
While the flowers bud to blossom
I wilt to almost nothing
In a garden colour filled with life
There is also a shadow found
In the sun the flower buds open
In the dark a heart is closed
The flowers shall be woven together
To hide something left unseen
The rose, the tulip and the bluebell rise
I am envious of their beautiful life
So I don I crown of flowers
To mask my sorrow inside
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Impregnable Darkness
In the womb of deep slumber,
In the arms of unawareness,
Under the blanket of impregnable darkness,
You lie alone like the frozen hopes of a dying man,
Oblivious of the pain and grief doing riot,
Tired and eyes shut to the stabs of grief.
The bond of common pain binds us nearer;
I, on the visible side of the moon,
Find my pains stab in lunar rhythms,
While you, on the invisible side,
Hide from the stabs and wounds of grief
In the slow grind of the loneliness
And run with the time to far horizons.
I know, my cries never reach your ears,
A wall of time stands between us
And deepens our grief and common pain.
poem by Praveen Kumar
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A Wall Of Time
In the womb of deep slumber,
In the arms of unawareness,
Under the blanket of impregnable darkness,
You lie alone like the frozen hopes of a dying man,
Oblivious of the pain and grief doing riot,
Tired and eyes shut to the stabs of grief.
The bond of common pain binds us nearer;
I, on the visible side of the moon,
Find my pains stab in lunar rhythms,
While you, on the invisible side,
Hide from the stabs and wounds of grief
In the slow grind of the loneliness
And run with the time to far horizons.
I know, my cries never reach your ears,
A wall of time stands between us
And deepens our grief and common pain.
poem by Praveen Kumar
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And Thou Too
The moonlight rolls down like a river,
The silence streams out like a sea;
And far where the eastern winds quiver,
My farewell goes floating to thee.
Like night, when the sunset is fading
And starbeams troop up in the skies,
Through a cold, dark and lonely forever
Gleams the light of the poet eyes.
And sometimes when I am weary,
When the path is thorny and Wild,
I'll look back to the Eyes in the twilight,
Back to the eyes that smiled.
And pray that a wreath like a rainbow
May slip from the beautiful past,
And Crown me again with the sweet, strong love
And keep me, and hold me fast.
For the way is not strown with petal soft,
It is covered with hearts that weep,
And the wounds I tread touch a deeper source
Than you think it mine to keep.
Down the years I shall move without you,
Yet ever must feel the blow
That caused me a deeper pain to give
Than you will ever know.
For the tears that dropped on my hands that night
'Neath the mystical shining moon,
Were a sacred dew, consecrated there,
On the rose-altered heart of June.
And the heart that beat against mine like a bird
That is fluttering, wounded sore,
With it's nest all broken, deserted, torn,
Will beat there forevermore.
But the world moves on, and the piteous Earth
Still groans in the monster pain;
And the star that leads me points onward yet,
Though the red drops fall like rain!
Ah, not to a blaze of light I go,
Nor shouts of a triumph train;
I go down to kiss the dregs of woe,
And drink up the Cup of Pain.
And whether a scaffold or crucifix waits
'Neath the light of my silver star,
I know and I care not: I only know
I shall pause not though it be far.
Though a crucified life or an agonized death,
Though long, or quick and sharp,
I am firmly wrought in the endless thread
Of Destiny's woof and warp.
And I do not shrink, though a wave of pain
Sobs over me now and then,
As I think of those "saddest of all sad words,"
The pitiful "might have been."
"It might have been"— it is not to be;
And the tones of your "swan's farewell"
Ring sadly, solemnly deep to me
Like the voice of a sobbing bell.
Ay, gather your petals and take them back
To the dead heart under the dew;
And crown it again with the red love bloom,
For the dead are always true.
But go not "back to the sediment"
In the slime of the moaning sea,
For a better world belongs to you,
And a better friend to me.
poem by Voltairine de Cleyre (1888)
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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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Greenfields
(frank dycus/shawn camp)
Greenfields backed by blue skies
bout as blue as your two true blue eyes
And I wonder do you feel the way I feel
When you see greenfields
Sometimes, oh, I wish you were still mine
And Id go back in time and Ill always find
You in greenfields and youre layin by my side
And love was real and I could taste it
On these lips of mine in
Greenfields backed by blue skies
bout as blue as your two true blue eyes
And I wonder do you feel the way I feel
When you see greenfields
When I see cotton candy clouds up in heaven
I close my eyes and then we drift away
And Im loving you and holding on forever
There in your arms where I used to lay in
Greenfields backed by blue skies
bout as blue as your two true blue eyes
And I wonder do you feel the way I feel
In greenfields
song performed by by Gary Allan
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Don’t ask the God
Don’t ask the God for anything!
He cannot make you rich without
Making others poor to suit.
He didn’t form the Himalayas
Without digging the Pacific.
You must suffer for you inflict;
You are a victim of chances;
You too will get lost like the rest.
Your asking is others’ losing.
Yours is a part and the others’
Is the rest to make you exist.
You can bear the cross as feathers
And shy the crown as thorns the least.
Don’t ask the God for anything!
28.05.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love's Apotheosis
Love me. I care not what the circling years
To me may do.
If, but in spite of time and tears,
You prove but true.
Love me--albeit grief shall dim mine eyes,
And tears bedew,
I shall not e'en complain, for then my skies
Shall still be blue.
Love me, and though the winter snow shall pile,
And leave me chill,
Thy passion's warmth shall make for me, meanwhile,
A sun-kissed hill.
And when the days have lengthened into years,
And I grow old,
Oh, spite of pains and griefs and cares and fears,
Grow thou not cold.
Then hand and hand we shall pass up the hill,
I say not down;
That twain go up, of love, who 've loved their fill,--
To gain love's crown.
Love me, and let my life take up thine own,
As sun the dew.
Come, sit, my queen, for in my heart a throne
Awaits for you!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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