The Alarm
Get off your downy cots of ease,
There's work that must be done.
Great danger's riding on the seas.
The storm is coming on.
Don't think that it will quickly pass.
Who smiles at distant fate,
And waits until it strikes, alas!
Has roused himself too late.
Who thinks the fight will end before
The need of him arrives,
Is lengthening this brutal war
And costing many lives.
For over us that storm shall break
Ere many weeks have fled,
And we shall pay for our mistake
In fields of mangled dead.
Be ready when the foe shall near,
Be there to strike him hard;
Let us, though he be miles from here,
Be standing now on guard.
To-morrow's victories won't be won
By pluck that we display
To-morrow when the foe comes on,
But by our work to-day.
poem by Edgar Albert Guest
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There's No To-Morrow
Two long had Lov'd, and now the Nymph desir'd,
The Cloak of Wedlock, as the Case requir'd;
Urg'd that, the Day he wrought her to this Sorrow,
He Vow'd, that he wou'd marry her To-Morrow.
Agen he Swears, to shun the present Storm,
That he, To-Morrow, will that Vow perform.
The Morrows in their due Successions came;
Impatient still on Each, the pregnant Dame
Urg'd him to keep his Word, and still he swore the same.
When tir'd at length, and meaning no Redress,
But yet the Lye not caring to confess,
He for his Oath this Salvo chose to borrow,
That he was Free, since there was no To-Morrow;
For when it comes in Place to be employ'd,
'Tis then To-Day; To-Morrow's ne'er enjoy'd.
The Tale's a Jest, the Moral is a Truth;
To-Morrow and To-Morrow, cheat our Youth:
In riper Age, To-Morrow still we cry,
Not thinking, that the present Day we Dye;
Unpractis'd all the Good we had Design'd;
There's No To-Morrow to a Willing Mind.
poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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Let The Hammer Fall
Its getting closer now
The clock strikes midnight time
It is the tolling of the judgement bell
You fear the dead of night
There aint no place to hide
This is your point of no return
Now we are ready to strike, again
Its getting far to late, my friend
Let the hammer fall
We are above the law
Let our power show
That were in full control of your destiny
Now we are ready to strike, again
Its getting far to late, my friend
Let the hammer fall
Oh, oh, oh
Were getting closer now
The chill of distant eyes
Your on a dead end street into the night
Now we are ready to strike, again
Its getting far to late, my friend
Let the hammer fall
Let the hammer fall
song performed by by Hammerfall
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Thinking of Holiday - Wishing our lives away
I’m on holiday – Time to play
Cannot believe it’s time
To relax and unwind
Never thought this amount of free time I will find
‘tis your turn my Manager said
Thanks for all your hard work
You deserve your break
Ensure you make the best thereof
Now I wish for time to stand still
These two weeks will be lived at a very slow pace
Cannot afford for the time to be wasted
We all work hard for our breaks
There’s work to be done at my house
What will I do – work, play or loaf
Loaf – I think is the best answer
Is this not why I’m on leave?
Five years I never had two weeks leave
All my leave used to be invested in studying
Completing my degree
But now all my time to me is free
Wishing our lives away
I know this – One morning I will awaken
Just to go back to work again
And I will realize that the best part of any holiday or leave
Usually is the looking forward to it
I will then work hard again
in great anticipation
of the next break away from work
the circle of our life’s
Is it not funny how we always require something
To look forward to
Always the next weekend, public holiday
Or annual leave, or a special day, maybe a birthday or such
In this way we all wish our lives away
Remember this I say – a small reminder to all
Focus on today
And in this way – so much more you will gain out of every moment
poem by Michael Knight
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There Is A Storm Coming
There is a storm coming.
'How do you know?
I don't see a cloud in the sky.'
Oh...
You will give it attention,
When it comes.
And that's what I'm trying to avoid.
Before that storm arrives.
Now...
I'll ask you that same question,
Again!
Have you been cheating on me,
With someone else?
I am feeling a tension between us.
And if it's got to be that way,
I can leave before lightening strikes...
And thunder begins to roll in.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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2 Years On
One year, two years, time goes by.
People laugh and people cry.
Evry morning the clock strikes eight.
I go to work. I close the gate.
And on my way, I sing a song.
About my wife, where I belong.
If the clouds get together and talk about the weather
If its rain they anticipate
Baby make no mistake
Yes the storm will break but never me you see.
Two years on . two years on .
But only you can see me.
Only you can see me.
For what Ive got
Sir lancelot was just a dream and I am not
For I am he with something more
Its you and I reality.
If the cloud get together and talk about the weather
If its rain they anticipate
Baby, make no mistake
Yes the storm will break but never me you see
Two years on . two years on .
But only you can see me
Only you can see me
Two years on . two years on .
Ah....
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Georgie Sails To-Morrow!
For sixteen years, a merry, laughing maiden,
I have warbl'd only songs of joy;
And in this heart, so very lightly laden,
Happy thoughts have ever found employ.
But times will change! and now there comes a sorrow,
Which bids me ev'ry joy resign:
My Georgie sails for China seas tomorrow,
And he knows not yet that he is mine--
My Georgie sails for China seas tomorrow,
And he knows not yet that he is mine--
How should he know? 'twas from a dream awaking,
When they told me he and I must part;
For not until the tie was nearly breaking,
Had I felt its tendrils on my heart.
These lips are seal'd--I cannot tell my sorrow,
And hope must die without a sign:
Oh, who can tell the fearful scenes of danger,
And the hardships Georgie dear must know!
On stormy seas, in foreign lands a stranger,
Oh, I cannot, cannot let him go!
My heart will break! where shall I patience borrow,
For months thro' which I can but pine?
The last farewell--that solemn word is spoken,
And my spirit trembles with its thrill;
His manly tones, by deep emotion broken,
In my inmost soul are ringing still.
But strange, wild joy is mingled with my sorrow,
And smiles among my tear-drops shine:
My Georgie sails for China seas to-morrow,
But he knows--he knows that he is mine.
My Georgie sails for China seas to-morrow,
But he knows--he knows that he is mine.
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Uproar and after math for M'lady Catrina
The thunder growls and threatens war.
Storm clouds parade in massed array
and fierce blue bolts of lightning soar
To try and drive the clouds away.
Just for a moment all is still
The clouds appear prepared to fight.
The lightning bolts strike where they will
and pierce the clouds with spears of light.
The clouds disgorge much needed rain
upon the thirsty earth below
The fields will soon be green again
and once again the streams will flow.
The storm has passed it has moved on.
The air is feeling cool and clean.
But for damage which it has done.
You would not know the storm had been.
Though summer storms strike suddenly
it’s very seldom that they last
They pass over just as quickly
and are forgotten very fast.
Flash floods and overflowing drains
will be remedied speedily.
The storm provided much needed rains
the earth accepted greedily.
We should be grateful not complain
But being human we will do
We lose much less than what we gain.
The fruitful earth will bloom anew.
02/07/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Wood-Cutter's Night Song
Welcome, red and roundy sun,
Dropping lowly in the west;
Now my hard day's work is done,
I'm as happy as the best.
Joyful are the thoughts of home,
Now I'm ready for my chair,
So, till morrow-morning's come,
Bill and mittens, lie ye there!
Though to leave your pretty song,
Little birds, it gives me pain,
Yet to-morrow is not long,
Then I'm with you all again.
If I stop, and stand about,
Well I know how things will be,
Judy will be looking out
Every now-and-then for me.
So fare ye well! and hold your tongues,
Sing no more until I come;
They're not worthy of your songs
That never care to drop a crumb.
All day long I love the oaks,
But, at nights, yon little cot,
Where I see the chimney smokes,
Is by far the prettiest spot.
Wife and children all are there,
To revive with pleasant looks,
Table ready set, and chair,
Supper hanging on the hooks.
Soon as ever I get in,
When my faggot down I fling,
Little prattlers they begin
Teasing me to talk and sing.
Welcome, red and roundy sun,
Dropping lowly in the west;
Now my hard day's work is done,
I'm as happy as the best.
Joyful are the thoughts of home,
Now I'm ready for my chair,
So, till morrow-morning's come,
Bill and mittens, lie ye there!
poem by John Clare
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My Complaint
Work never seems to end
day in-n-out working goes.
Please may I get a break some time
in the break, work seems to grow.
It is like the weeds I see
in the soil, they seem to grow.
How ever I may pluck them out;
they find there way again and sow.
Work-a-haloes is what my friend call me.
to them work is easy cake
But work in-n-out like me
and you’ll be a hockey stick.
Work-n-work-n-work I see
even work in everyday chores.
Oh! This work never seems to end
with me it also grows.
'17th June,2007'
poem by Gaurav Bhaduri
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Four Letter 'Work' Song
Work me up, work me out, work me flip side down.
Work me here, work me there, work me with renown.
Work me hot, work me greedy,
work me through and through.
Work me to the very marrow,
work me just like I'd work you.
Work me proud, work me late,
work me do not hesitate.
Won't you let me work for you?
Work me til I'm black and blue.
Work me steady, work me needy, work me to a lather.
Work me til my backbone breaks, and the buzzards gather.
Work me in, work me under, work me til I bleed,
Work me over red hot coals, work me like a boss in need.
Work me nasty, work me silly, work me through the clover.
Up down, 'n' in between, into a slipknot sweet Jehovah.
Work me, work me, go ahead.
Work me, work me, til I'm dead.
Buddy Bee Anthony
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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Sonnet: Doctors Should Not Strike
While everyone has liberty to strike,
And protesting for human rights is great,
None should endanger lives we like/ dislike,
As public sympathy then comes too late!
Some professions that save lives should desist
From doing things against ethics/ conscience;
The thought of strikes, they must always resist,
Resorting to dialogues of much patience!
For life itself is wealth and gift priceless;
No one has right to put others' at risk;
Our arguments to strike work turn baseless,
When tiny tots could die like lambs that frisk!
Our rights can wait but lives lost is forever;
Life-saving professionals to strikes, say, ' Never! '
Dedicated to all medical professionals on ‘Doctor's Day! '
Copyright by Dr John Celes 26-06-12
poem by John Celes
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The Storm
A tempestous storm.
Well beyond the norm.
Thunder crashing threatiningly warns.
God will crush all the evils in all it's forms.
The time has come for all reform.
You'll face your demons in this storm.
Struggling, pleading to be reborn.
Only through him will come no harm.
The storm is heavy.
Now are you ready?
To face the pain that on you rains?
Go to him with no refrain.
He'll save you if you're true and plain.
About the things you must explain.
If you won't the lightning strikes.
To put you back and set you right.
You'll suffer mighty in this plight.
The rapture storm is dark as night.
Destroying wicked blackness to set things right.
He showed you all the things to do.
You ran away just like a fool.
Now you'll pay it's mean and cruel.
For all the people you have hurt.
You're paying now in a ten fold spurt.
The storm will break,
but only when you finally wake.
To cast your arrogance in the lake.
So go to him and don't be fake.
He'll save your life it's not too late
poem by Michael McParland
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The Storm
The Storm is coming
The day when nothing will matter
When troubles will be gone and war will be history
The storm is coming
Make you are prepared
it will come with no warning.
No one will know the day of it destruction
The storm is coming
Feel it's wrath
Everything you do now will be meaningless
Everything sticks and nothing is forgotten
The day of judgement is at hand
The storm is coming
Have you taken heed
Have you changed your ways
Have seen the errors you have made
Have you heard the sound of pain you have caused
The storm is coming and those who don't take heed will fall.
The storm is coming
It will be unavoidable
Be prepared and be afraid
poem by Rachel Branscombe
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The Mind
There rings the bell
The dream strikes hard
Awakening the girl
A dream so bad
There comes joy
The thoughts strike hard
Happy is the boy
In the end gets mad
There goes hope
Night strikes hard
Man hangs on a rope
A story so sad
There sounds the gun
Day dream strikes hard
The woman can't run
Just waits for the blood
There comes war
The life strikes hard
All on the floor
In the red liquid flood.
poem by Walani Ndhlovu
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It's Alright
It's alright - baby's coming back
And i don't really care where he's been.
It's alright - baby's coming back
And i won't turn him around this time.
I'll be your cliff (you can fall down from me).
I'll be your ledge (you can lean upon me).
I'll be your bridge, your flowering tree
You can still depend on me...
And i'll be (the ticking of your clock).
And i'll be (the numbers on your watch).
And i'll be (your hands to stop the time).
I'll even be your danger sign.
Chorus repeats.
And i'll be (your grace your dignity).
And i'll be (your night your destiny).
And i'll be (your comfort and your ease).
I will be your storm at seas...
And i'll be (your sharp intake of breath).
And i'll be (your work i'll take no rest).
And when the world falls to decline
I'll be yours and you'll be mine.
Chorus repeats...
(make it easy on yourself tonight).
song performed by by Eurythmics
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Weather The Storm
Our city's foundation - the bricklayers job
To safeguard the man and the mob from the mob
The violent, the furtive, the wasteful, the crass
Weather the storm, the storm will pass
Hide and abide by the rule of the clan
And the policies made by the kings of man
By the stocks and the whips and the chain and the farce
Weather the storm, the storm will pass
From the gaze of the twisted and frauds, be sure
You bolt down your windows, you lock up your doors
Wait for the gauntleted sword to swing past
Weather the storm, the storm will pass
You know the squalls calming, the culprits exposed
by a new air you'd heard some experts proposed
Southerly storms and high pressure bars
Possible flooding, riotous winds
Collapsing towers, hurtling cars
Walls of granite, gates of brass
Doors of oak and bars of iron
Covering the window glass
Will weather the storm til the storm will pass
In fifty years, will I instate
My peace, or will it be too late?
In time that's spent, is anger asked
To savour calms that never last?
In a drying day in a drip in time
When the bolts have fled to a cleaner clime
When you emerge from your shelter, at last
The skies are still - your life has passed
Speak what you think to-day in words as hard as cannon-balls and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to-day.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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To Newcastle
I met a man the other day-
A kindly man, and serious-
Who viewed me in a thoughtful way,
And spoke me so, and spoke me thus:
"Oh, dallying's a sad mistake;
'Tis craven to survey the morrow!
Go give your heart, and if it break-
A wise companion is Sorrow.
"Oh, live, my child, nor keep your soul
To crowd your coffin when you're dead...."
I asked his work; he dealt in coal,
And shipped it up the Tyne, he said.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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Riding Through The Storm
The winds of life will blow
Theyre sure to come and go
They meet me at a time when Im calm and feeling fine
But the captain of my soul is always on board
He rocks me in his arms
While Im riding through the storm
While riding through the storm
Jesus hold me in his arms
And I am not afraid of the stormy winds and the rains
Although clouds become high
Jesus holds me while I ride
I find safety in the masters arms
While Im riding through a storm
I have no fear on the raging sea
Knowing jesus is there for me
He can speak to the winds and the wave
And make them behave
All powers in his hand
On sea or dry land
I find safety in my masters arms
While Im riding through a storm
Riding through a storm
song performed by by Donna Summer
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The fate of a life
Everybody
Lives In hope
Have l
Two of faith in fate
Keeps on working
Trying to fulfill
The dreams
One saw
If one succeeds
Its hard work for
Him
Fate for others
If he fails
It’s fate for him
Lack of hard work
For others
Life
Goes on and on
End of the day
When one dies
It’s the fate
Which seals
The fate of a life
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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