Doctor Meyers
No other man, unless it was Doc Hill,
Did more for people in this town than l.
And all the weak, the halt, the improvident
And those who could not pay flocked to me.
I was good-hearted, easy Doctor Meyers.
I was healthy, happy, in comfortable fortune,
Blest with a congenial mate, my children raised,
All wedded, doing well in the world.
And then one night, Minerva, the poetess,
Came to me in her trouble, crying.
I tried to help her out -- she died --
They indicted me, the newspapers disgraced me,
My wife perished of a broken heart.
And pneumonia finished me.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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The Bill of the Ages
He shall live to the end of this mad old world, he has lived since the world began,
He never has done any good for himself, but was good to every man.
He never has done any good for himself, and I’m sure that he never will,
He drinks and he swears and he fights at times, and his name is mostly Bill.
He carried a freezing mate to his cave, and nursed him, for all I know,
When Europe was mostly a sheet of ice, thousands of years ago.
He has stuck to many a mate since then, he is with us everywhere still
(He loves and gambles when he is young, and the girls stick up for Bill.)
He has rowed to a wreck, when the lifeboat failed, with Jim in a crazy boat;
He has given his lifebelt many a time, and sunk that another might float.
He has ‘stood ’em off’ while others escaped, when the niggers rushed from the hill,
And rescue parties who came too late have found what was left of Bill.
He has thirsted on deserts that others might drink, he has given lest others should lack,
He has staggered half-blinded through fire or drought with a sick man on his back.
He is first to the rescue in tunnel or shaft, from Newcastle to Broken Hill,
When the water breaks in or the fire breaks out, Oh! a leader of men is Bill.
No humane societies’ medals he wears for the fearful deaths he braved;
He seems ashamed of the good he did, and ashamed of the lives he saved.
If you chance to know of a noble deed he has done, you had best keep still;
If you chance to know of a kindly act, you mustn’t let on to Bill.
He is fierce at a wrong, he is firm in right, he is kind to the weak and mild;
He will slave all day and sit up all night by the side of a neighbour’s child.
For a woman in trouble he’d lay down his life, nor think as another man will;
He’s a man all through, but no other man’s wife has ever been worse for Bill.
He is good for the noblest sacrifice, he can do what few other men can;
He can break his heart that the girl he loves may marry a better man.
There’s many a mother and wife to-night whose heart and whose eyes will fill
When she thinks of the days of the long ago when she well might have stuck to Bill.
Maybe he’s in trouble or hard up now, and travelling far for work,
Or fighting a dead past down to-night in a lone camp west of Bourke.
When he’s happy and flush, take your sorrow to him and borrow as much as you will;
But when he’s in trouble or stony-broke, you never will hear from Bill.
And when, because of its million sins, this earth is cracked like a shell,
He will stand by a mate at the Judgment Seat!—and comfort him down in—Well,
I haven’t much sentiment left, but let the cynic sneer as he will;
Perhaps God will fix up the world again for the sake of the likes of Bill.
poem by Henry Lawson
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The Hill
Where are Elmer, Herman, Bert, Tom and Charley,
The weak of will, the strong of arm, the clown, the boozer, the fighter?
All, all, are sleeping on the hill.
One passed in a fever,
One was burned in a mine,
One was killed in a brawl,
One died in a jail,
One fell from a bridge toiling for children and wife—
All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill.
Where are Ella, Kate, Mag, Lizzie and Edith,
The tender heart, the simple soul, the loud, the proud, the happy one?—
All, all, are sleeping on the hill.
One died in shameful child-birth,
One of a thwarted love,
One at the hands of a brute in a brothel,
One of a broken pride, in the search for heart’s desire,
One after life in far-away London and Paris
Was brought to her little space by Ella and Kate and Mag—
All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill.
Where are Uncle Isaac and Aunt Emily,
And old Towny Kincaid and Sevigne Houghton,
And Major Walker who had talked
With venerable men of the revolution?—
All, all, are sleeping on the hill.
They brought them dead sons from the war,
And daughters whom life had crushed,
And their children fatherless, crying—
All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill.
Where is Old Fiddler Jones
Who played with life all his ninety years,
Braving the sleet with bared breast,
Drinking, rioting, thinking neither of wife nor kin,
Nor gold, nor love, nor heaven?
Lo! he babbles of the fish-frys of long ago,
Of the horse-races of long ago at Clary’s Grove,
Of what Abe Lincoln said
One time at Springfield.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Where Does The Broken-Hearted Go
Where does the broken-hearted go
when its world is in despair.
Where does it run to
and in whom does it console.
Where does the broken-hearted go
when winter chills the soul.
Will it mend and find
another to love again.
Where does the broken-hearted go
when day turns into night
and the candle flickers and dies
extinguishing all the light.
Where do the broken-hearted go
please tell me someone?
My heart has been broken
and I need to know where to go.
20 July 2010
poem by David Harris
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Trouble
Trouble in the city, trouble in the farm,
You got your rabbits foot, you got your good-luck charm.
But they cant help you none when theres trouble.
Trouble,
Trouble, trouble, trouble,
Nothin but trouble.
Trouble in the water, trouble in the air,
Go all the way to the other side of the world, youll find trouble there.
Revolution even aint no solution for trouble.
Trouble,
Trouble, trouble, trouble,
Nothin but trouble.
Drought and starvation, packaging of the soul,
Persecution, execution, governments out of control.
You can see the writing on the wall inviting trouble.
Trouble,
Trouble, trouble, trouble,
Nothin but trouble.
Put your ear to the train tracks, put your ear to the ground,
You ever feel like youre never alone even when theres nobody else around?
Since the beginning of the universe mans been cursed by trouble.
Trouble,
Trouble, trouble, trouble,
Nothin but trouble.
Nightclubs of the broken-hearted, stadiums of the damned,
Legislature, perverted nature, doors that are rudely slammed.
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.
Trouble,
Trouble, trouble, trouble,
Nothin but trouble.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Broken Hearted People
Broken hearted people
We have all been dealt the mortal wound
Broken hearted people
We know that it is not a lethal wound
Broken hearted people
Loved like we all do
Until there is nothing left to lose
Broken hearted people
Have all paid our dues
Broken hearted people
We keep on loving because
Broken hearted people
We know there is nothing else to do
poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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Minerva Jones
I am Minerva, the village poetess,
Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the street
For my heavy body, cock-eye, and rolling walk,
And all the more when "Butch" Weldy
Captured me after a brutal hunt.
He left me to my fate with Doctor Meyers;
And I sank into death, growing numb from the feet up,
Like one stepping deeper and deeper into a stream of ice.
Will some one go to the village newspaper,
And gather into a book the verses I wrote? --
I thirsted so for love!
I hungered so for life!
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Crying Girl
Bryan:
She only cried ever other Tuesday night
She is a crying shame, she could had done something right
In this little town everybody knows her name
Now she's flown away the town will never be the same
Oh oh
Mark/all:
Her eulogy read that
This is the home
Yeah yeah
Of Jessie Chase
A.K.A.
Bryan/all:
The crying girl (the crying girl)
The crying girl (the crying girl)
She's the crying girl (the crying girl)
Little crying girl (the crying girl)
Bryan:
People in the street, crying cos she lost her life
All the spirits gone, finished up by the night
Ye-yeah
In this state of mind everybody makes mistakes
Yeah
But it's ignorance that let you have your life to take
Mark/all:
What nobody knows
She was my girl
Yes, I am the one
Who fell in love
Bryan/all:
With the crying girl (with the crying girl)
The !crying girl (the crying girl)
She the crying girl (with the crying girl)
Little crying girl (the crying girl)
Bryan:
Nobody knows her, nobody loves her now
Mark:
Nobody knows, nobody knows
All:
The crying girl
Bryan:
Nobody knows her, nobody loves her now
Mark:
Nobody knows, nobody knows
All:
The crying girl
Bryan:
Nobody knows her, nobody loves her now
Mark:
Nobody knows, nobody knows
All:
The crying girl
song performed by by Westlife
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Double Trouble
They got a line on you,
Little bit of trouble too,
You got, some jets inside,
Cherry lips, and delirious eyes.
You get in trouble,
And it keeps you down,
Double trouble.
You get in trouble,
And you come to town,
Double trouble,
Oh yea
They better chain your hands,
And you, spread some evil,
Pick and pan.
Hey, you sure got,
Some jets inside,
But you got a little,
With those empty eyes
You get in trouble,
And it keeps you down,
Double trouble,
You get in trouble
And you come to town,
Double trouble,
Oh yea
Youve got (got),
Some jets inside,
Baby, broken promises,
Broken pride
You get in trouble
And it keeps you down,
Double trouble.
You get in trouble,
And you come to town,
Double trouble,
Oh yeah,
You got some trouble,
(double trouble)
And it keeps you down,
Double trouble,
You get in trouble,
And you come to town
Double trouble,
That double trouble,
Oh yeah.
song performed by by Cars
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Broken Hearted
By eric clapton and greg phillinganes
When the wind blows down this hard,
Many a bond is broken.
See the water lie on the ground
From where the heavens opened.
Lord, how will you get through this night
With your dreams departed?
And who alone will comfort you?
Only the broken hearted.
So youve gone beyond your means,
Every wound is open,
Your best laid plans are out of reach,
And all your fears unspoken.
Chorus
Sweet revenge is spoken then;
In the twilight it is gone.
To living lies with no escape,
Lord, I would rather be alone.
I press my fingers to the wood
To tell you of my dreaming,
To sing you songs from olden times,
To keep the love light gleaming.
cause theres a place where we can go,
Where we will not be parted.
And who alone will enter there?
Only the broken hearted.
Only the broken, broken hearted.
Only the broken, broken hearted.
Only the broken, broken hearted.
Only the broken, broken hearted.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Primrose Hill
A man opened his window and stared up primrose hill
Out there enjoying themselves Ive seen them from this sill
Green splashed with white and red going brown
Children baiting animals running up and down
I stare out of this window
See the world go past
Slipping from the newspapers stacked against the wall
Piles of colour supplements squeeze between his fall
For a fleeting second I was up that hill
Although Ive never been there I wish I was there still
I stare out of this window
See the world go past
Ive read and looked at everything
I know it off by heart
Deliveries every day newspapers and food
Never had to venture out the phone has been removed
Open up the window and stare up primrose hill
Sitting here its dark outside and everything is still
I stare out of this window
See the world go past
Ive read and looked at everything
I know it off by heart
song performed by by Madness
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Happy Ending
Im in a movie
Where boy meets girl
What happens to me
In this brave new world
Do I listen to my heart, do I listen to my head?
So I look at what I see, or remember what I read?
When I tell you how I feel, do I wonder what Ive said?
Is there nothing we can do about it, anyone
Anyone can be so hard hearted
But everyone
Still everbody wants a happy ending
Its not so easy, its 84 now
How tough must we be to ask for more now?
Do I listen to my head, do I listen to my heart?
Do I try to feel the same as I feel when were apart?
Do I think about the end when its only just the start?
Is there nothing we can do about it, anyone
Anyone can be so hard hearted
But everyone
Still everbody wants a happy ending
I get so scared when I see the end but its against our case
Each movie so far this year ends up with someone crying
Or even someone dying
Do I listen to my head, do I listen to my heart?
Do I try to feel the same as I feel when were apart?
Do I think about the end when its only just the start?
Is there nothing we can do about it, anyone
Anyone can be so hard hearted
But everyone
Still everbody wants a happy ending
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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To a Dead Mate
There's many a man who rides today
In the lonely, far out-back;
There's many a man who makes his way
On a dusty bushland track;
There's many a man in bush and town
Who mourns for a good mate gone;
There are eyes grown sad and heads cast down
Since Henry has passed on.
A mate he was, and a mate to love,
For mateship was his creed:
With a strong, true heart and a soul above
This sad world's sordid greed.
He lived as a mate, and wrote as a mate
Of the things which he believed.
Now many a good man mourns his fate,
And he leaves a nation grieved.
True champion he of the lame and halt:
True knight of the poor was he,
Who could e'er excuse a brother's fault
With a ready sympathy.
He suffered much, and much he toiled,
With his hand e'er for the right:
And he dreamed and planned while the billy boiled
In the bushland camp at night.
Joe Wilson and his mates are sad,
And the tears of bushwives fall,
For the kindly heart that Henry had
Had made him loved of all.
There's many a man who rides today,
Cast down and sore oppressed;
And thro' the land I hear them say:
'Pass, Henry, to your rest.'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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A Doctor’s Mistake
As towns flourish and teem with life
Of all colours and creeds
In one of them lived with his wife
A doctor, with certain needs
Life and practice were more than good
He’d friends on every side
Yet took to drugs so oft he could
Which soon would turn the tide
One day a bad mistake was made
A fault he tried to hide
With pills a man in bed was laid
Who very nearly died
His medicine was wrong of course
The doctor was so high
The dose he gave could kill a horse
A man would surely die
For many years the doctor’s wife
Had prayed both night and day
For God to change her husband’s life
And take the drugs away
Her prayers were heard God saw how sad
His daughter lived with tears
Although her husband’s deeds were bad
God freed them of their fears
The doctor’s heart began to melt
He joined his wife in prayer
“Oh Lord my God what guilt I’ve felt
Since knowing You are there”
Salvation came because a wife
Had knelt in fervent prayer
Not only had her husband life
But now! Life’s Truth they share.
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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Wasteland Greetings
Happy, happy New Year,
Hail to the alien notion and erase our own,
Very Happy Republic Day,
To thank a constitution for all pervading anarchy,
Very Happy Independence Day,
To remember centuries of slavery and no salvation.
Happy Valentine Day,
To thank clashing people and no love,
Happy Father’s Day and Happy Mother’s Day,
To dispatch them in old age orphanage,
Happy Children’s Day,
To plough them as child labor.
Happy Daughter’s Day,
For those who escaped murder in the womb,
Happy Husband’s Day,
Those escaped the terror of anti- dowry act,
Happy Wife’s Day,
For showering rich dowry.
Happy Friendship Day,
To forget the world of cut throat rivalry,
Salutations to Martyrs,
To signal the salutes about their number,
Very, Very Happy Birthday,
To deceive the floating world.
Very, Very Happy Dipawali,
To avoid the world covered in the shroud of darkness,
Happy and Merry Christmas,
To remember only black color in life,
Happy Id,
To inform the goat about their slaughter next time.
Very Happy Good Morning,
Very Happy Good Noon,
Very Happy Good evening,
Very Happy Good Night,
Very Happy 365 Days,
And run from the world of unhappiness.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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Immortality Has An End
The unfortunate old man
He had fortune and he had life
It was a life without heart
Although it was a heart strongly beating
He wished for an attack
To end his torture
For nothing was left for him
In this lonely world
And for him it was indeed lonely
He had lost everything of meaning
And had gained everything for surviving
They called him the luckiest man alive
But he wasn’t lucky
And he didn’t feel alive
The flashbacks tortured his soul
But not his existence
Memories brought tears
That flowed like the waterfall
At the end of the Earth
And the end of the World
Will bring the end of life
But he could never reach it
The doctor was a weekly visit
There were never any problems
“You’re perfectly healthy”
The doctor always said
He wasn’t ever sick
But he was sick of being healthy
Sick of life, of the Earth
But never sick of disease
He felt immortal, cursed
To walk the Earth forever
He’s seen more death
Than a Vietnam soldier
And every death takes away
A part of him
He is split, cracked
Like the Earth he walks on
He and the Earth share a common thing
They wish to end their torture
For they are bonded
With a bond that can’t be broken
Until one outlasts the other
The end of the world
poem by Keiren Ward
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Where Do The Broken-hearted Go
I want to know
where do the broken-hearted go
so I go there and live my life so.
We were happy and in love,
but someone else enticed her away.
I got home one day and she was gone.
She had left me for another
with no reason why.
Now I want to know
where do the broken-hearted go
and I will join them there.
Elvis once sang of the heartbreak hotel.
I wonder if it is still open,
if it is I will join the broken hearted there.
There is no way I can get her back
for I don’t know where she is,
only that she is gone
and my life is a total wreck.
The ghost of her presence
still lingers everywhere.
Now I need so desperately to know,
where do the broken-hearted go.
23 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Border Town
An old caballero with his worn out sombrero
came riding into town.
The town had been banished. Everyone vanished.
It seems there was no one around.
The buildings were broken. No words were heard spoken.
Everyone now was all gone.
He'd once had a wife here and children with life here.
The banditos had come, killed and rode on.
He'd been away. He'd gone hunting that day
and returned to the grisly sight.
He'd buried his wife and his bambinos three
and rode away into the night.
He lived with the thought that he could have fought
if only he had been there.
The thought had ruined him and it consumed him
It was more than he could bear.
The shot from the gun was heard by no one.
He died right next to their grave.
He'd prayed to his God to forgive him
and that his soul He would save.
.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Paperback Town
Writers: leo sayer & alan tarney
Imagine the space as it used to be
There were fields of corn
There were big oak trees
But a woman in a suit bulldozed it clear
Built a concrete world full of crocodile tears
And we dont understand
That we all have a part in a government plan
Its a hard shot
To be the people in the place that the world forgot
In a paperback town
But I know I know I know we can be free
Though no guardian angel up above
Has kept an eye on me
And at night I listen to the sirens moan
For a broken heart from a broken home
So many people are so alone
In a paperback town
And one day soon Im gonna write it all down
I live my life in a paperback town
Oooh--in a paperback town
Oooh--in a paperback town
Im gonna take my troubles
Gonna pack my bags
Gonna fly my kite for a different flag
Ill sing my song
From the top of the hill
When the night is cold
And the wind is chill
cos I dont understand
Why I should be part of another mans plan
Its a hard shot
For the people in the place
That the world forgot
In a paperback town
Live and die here
In a paperback town
Wonder why here
In a paperback town
But I know I know I know we can be free |
Though no guardian angel up above
Has kept an eye on me
And at night I listen to the rain fall down
And I shake with the fear that we all will drown
But my words dont even make a sound
In a paperback town
And one day soon Im gonna write it all down
I live my life in a paperback town
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Happy Birthday
You know it doesnt make much sense
There ought to be a law against
Anyone who takes offense
At a day in your celebration
cause we all know in our minds
That there ought to be a time
That we can set aside
To show just how much we love you
And Im sure you would agree
It couldnt fit more perfectly
Than to have a world party on the day you came to be
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
I just never understood
How a man who died for good
Could not have a day that would
Be set aside for his recognition
Because it should never be
Just because some cannot see
The dream as clear as he
That they should make it become an illusion
And we all know everything
That he stood for time will bring
For in peace our hearts will sing
Thanks to martin luther king
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Why has there never been a holiday
Where peace is celebrated
All throughout the world
The time is overdue
For people like me and you
Who know the way to truth
Is love and unity to all gods children
It should never be a great event
And the whole day should be spent
In full remembrance
Of those who lived and died for the oneness of all people
So let us all begin
We know that love can win
Let it out dont hold it in
Sing it loud as you can
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Ooh yeah
Happy birthday...
We know the key to unify all people
Is in the dream that you had so long ago
That lives in all of the hearts of people
That believe in unity
Well make the dream become a reality
I know we will
Because our hearts tell us so
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Not All Good People
Good people are celebrated and good people are in jail
And we condemn good people by our own words to fail
And since people are not the best judges of character it would be fair to say
That the best candidate does not always get elected on Election Day.
Not all good people as some believe are destined to die young
And many good people as we know their praises are unsung
And in a World of billions of human beings the good outnumber the bad
And that not many are recognized for their true worth does seem a little sad.
Not all good people are in the Newspapers or are ever in the news
And on what they think is fair and right are never asked for their views
Many are the quite achievers of publicity quite shy
Why the egotistical can become successful I often wonder why?
Not all good people are leaders though by good example they do lead
Though all good people are happy with enough and they never yield to greed
And though there are billions of good people in the bigger World out there
The good who make the news headlines to say the least seem rare.
poem by Francis Duggan
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