Pearly Mae
Pearly Mae with hair shiny and black
takes your breath away.
One always thinks of sunshine
when they see Pearly Mae.
She smiles, she laughs with twinkling eyes
and makes your troubles go.
She's never at a loss for words
and her voice is soft and low.
Pearly Mae, she'll calm you down.
She makes you feel at peace.
She's learned the secret to happiness
and that is to release
her charm, her wit and all she is
to each and everyone.
She never troubles you with her woes.
You'd think that she had none.
But she does you know, or do you?
You'd never be able to guess.
For all of that she keeps to herself.
Pearly Mae is a great actress.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Slow dancing
Your auburn hair flows
in a shining string
down your pearly white neck
and I smell the sweetness
of your warm breath
while I hold you
and we slow dance together.
There’s joy in your eyes
as we move slowly
and your body
is hot and soft against mine
and somehow I can feel
your heart beating
as if we are part
of each other.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Music Makes My Day
(john farrar)
Music makes my day
It warms an empty place when youre away
Music makes my day
Love you are my song
Your melodys so soft
Your love so strong
Love you are my song
And though good fortune seems a long time calling
The sadness creeps into my song
My pearly friend will gently soothe me
And sing along
Music makes my day
It seems my waiting hours just fly away
Music makes my day
If I lost my friend
His loving words no more
My song would end
If I lost my friend
And though good fortune seems a long time calling
The sadness creeps into my song
My pearly friend will gently soothe me
And sing along
Music makes my day
It warms an empty place when youre away
Music makes my day
You know it makes it
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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You
Carefree hair
Wild dancer
Crazy laugh
Piercing eyes
Raspy voice
Pearly whites
poem by Paul H Nelson
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This Spectral Love
That girl, she loves my jazz
Eyes closed, she twirls
Her pearly whites revealing
A momentary content
That madcap girl
Blues and Reds send her to the moon, baby
Greens to the carpet
Digging in her heels
Takes the fix for the kicks
To be comfortable
To feel remarkable
That sweet child
Slinks like a cat
Up my leg
Purring all the while
'Make love to me, ' she smiles dreamily
'Make love before the sun comes up'
That girl, she is
A wounded bird
But she laughs all night long
How she laughs
That girl, my girl
Never wants to leave
This room, these feelings
This spectral love of ours
poem by Yoni Assis
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O You Who've gone on Pilgrimage
O you who've gone on pilgrimage -
where are you, where, oh where?
Here, here is the Beloved!
Oh come now, come, oh come!
Your friend, he is your neighbor,
he is next to your wall -
You, erring in the desert -
what air of love is this?
If you'd see the Beloved's
form without any form -
You are the house, the master,
You are the Kaaba, you! . . .
Where is a bunch of roses,
if you would be this garden?
Where, one soul's pearly essence
when you're the Sea of God?
That's true - and yet your troubles
may turn to treasures rich -
How sad that you yourself veil
the treasure that is yours!
Jesus Rode A Harley
Written by ugly kid joe
My superstars were laced up tight
And all the sinners were gathered in white
The pearly gates were opened up wide
And the lord must have seen me with his big red eyes
So I stepped out to the clouds
The holy father was getting down
And as I ordered a round of drinks
He said I got a little story tell me what you think
Moses used to sniff the lines
Noah used to rock the boat sometimes
Mary used to get undone
Jesus rode a harley davidson
All the angels were gathered around
Leather boots and lace night gowns
And one started to kiss my feet
She said the lord got a red light on at every street
My superstars were laced up tight
And all the sinners were gathered in white
The pearly gates were opened up wide
And the lord must have seen me with his big red eyes
song performed by by Ugly Kid Joe
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The Pekingese
For a picture
This Pekingese, that makes the sand-grains spin,
Is digging little tunnels to Pekin:
Dream him emerging in a porcelain cave
Where wounded dragons stain a pearly wave.
poem by Elinor Morton Wylie
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Sisters 'Night' and 'Dawn
Sisters 'Night' and 'Dawn' (An Experimental Sonnet)
Nocturnal feathered-fliers homeward bound,
Furl their wings, their haunts having refound.
They then their message hoot unto the sky:
“The time for Night to sleep is drawing nigh”.
Blown out, soon, the astral candles are;
Extinguished lies the lunar superstar.
The Sky, then, upon her lap does keep
Her daughter Night whom she rocks to sleep.
The cocks, now astir, begin to crow:
“It’s time, O Sky, for Dawn to herself show”.
The blanket black by mother Sky removed,
Appears Dawn, with choicest charm imbued!
Ruddy cheeks and lips and auburn hair,
Blue eyes, pearly smiles -Oh! let me stare!
poem by Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu
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When It Rains, It Really Pours
(words & music by w. emmerson)
You know what it takes,
Youve got it, baby.
You are the only one I chose.
Dont leave me here with all these heartaches,
Only you and heaven knows
About my troubles troubles troubles.
When it rains, it really pours...
You shouldnt have took away my loving
You know you thrill me from head to toe.
I got a feeling for you baby
And youre the only one who knows
About my troubles, troubles, troubles.
When it rains, it really pours...
You know what you did to make me love you
You really opened up my nose.
You got what you wanted, now you left me.
Thats the way the story goes.
Well, I got troubles, troubles, troubles.
When it rains, it really pours.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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You know what I mean
I’VE noticed this happen, when everything is black,
When I’m down below zero and cannot get back,
When I feel like a sort of a National Debt,
That will go on for ages and never be met,
When my will is all bagged at the knees and dead beat,
It is then, don’t you know, that., I’m certain to meet
With some prodigal lifeless dejected old bean,
Who is worse off than I you know what I mean.
Someone or other who’s entered the race,
With a sense of intention but can’t stay the pace,
He tells all his troubles and heaven knows what,
Talks about Fate and all that sort of rot,
And it makes all my own little troubles look small,
Till I find I’ve no cause to be worried at all,
And it doesn’t seem cricket to grouse when I’ve seen,
That he’s worse off than I you know what I mean.
No matter how hard one may fall down the hill,
There’s always a somebody lower down still,
And it makes you feel well, it seems mean to repeat,
All your own little troubles to people you meet.
One learns in the end, that self pity’s a curse,
And to talk of your cares only makes them seem worse.
It takes courage to stand where it’s easy to lean,
But it makes you feel better you know what I mean.
The chap we all like is the chap who can smile,
Though his heart may be breaking with sorrow the while,
He just keeps them all secretly locked in his breast,
Keep’s the worm to himself, gives the world of his best.
He has losses like we have, yet never gives in,
But goes silently back to his task with a grin.
And the lesson we learn from this priceless old being,
Is to smile all the while with some laughs in between.
Though you’re empty and broke, meet your fate with a joke,
For the sake of the folk who can’t see what you mean
And it may be in turn even they will yet learn,
And they’ll smile all the while when they see what you mean.
Do you get me? Ah well that’s what I mean.
poem by John Milton Hayes
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and If...
and if in truth our love's to be eternal
until the sun and moon refuse to shine,
then happiness is ours to own forever
withstanding all the ravages of time.
and if we reach the pearly gates of heaven
and the angels ask me whether you have sinned,
I'll tell them we were sinners both together
and without you I'd rather not go in…….
poem by Ruth Walters
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Troubles
How many troubles
have come your way?
Do those troubles have you say?
'Oh, not another one,
Why me Lord'
It's just not fair.
They've cut my silver cord.
Does your head get weary?
Do your eyes get teary?
Then you've just kept pace
with the human race.
'Cause no one escapes
troubles for long.
They come to the weak.
They come to the strong.
So don't ever feel
like you're all alone.
Some are worse off
Trouble's all they've ever known.
Sickness, poverty
and loss of love
are the troubles we meet
on our trip to heaven above.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Hard Rock Heaven
Hard Rock Heaven
I'm gonna be part of,
History.
Part of something the worlds,
Given me.
So theres a part of me thats,
Left behind.
When I leave home for that,
Stage in the sky.
And when I stand at the gates,
And they call my name,
I'll have found my place,
In hard rock heaven.
And when the pearly gates raise,
And they sing my praise,
It's here that I'll stay,
In hard rock heaven.
I'll make hit singles Through-,
Out my life.
And they'll stay here for all,
The rest of time.
And when I leave I can.
Guarantee.
That where I am is where,
I'm ment to be.
And when I stand at the gates,
And they call my name,
I'll have found my place,
In hard rock heaven.
And when the pearly gates raise,
And they sing my praise,
It's here that I'll stay,
In hard rock heaven.
I'm gonna be the one,
Who will be,
Part of something the world,
Has never seen.
And that'll be what I,
Leave behind.
When I leave home for that,
Stage in the sky.
Ohhh..
Hard rock heaven,
The bells are raising.
Hard rock heaven,
The angels are waiting.
Hard rock heaven,
The great music estate.
Hard rock heaven,
My final tour date.
And when I stand at the gates,
And they call my name,
I'll have found my place,
In hard rock heaven.
And when the pearly gates raise,
And they sing my praise,
It's here that I'll stay,
In hard rock heaven.
Don't let life just,
Pass you by.
I'll see you all,
At the show in the sky...
-Brgr
Showdown At The Border
His necktie is bright red
From lookin in one direction
No flowerchild in his bed
Hes got oil well protection
Just had to be a blind dog
Chewin on everything
Took a slice of the blackbird pie
She began her singing
I know that your oil is black
But your dipstick is pearly white
Ten gallons on your head
That aint what I need tonight
Showdown at the border
Showdown at the border
Showdown at the border
The rendezvous was neutral
He dont want no gossip headlines
Her polaroid blackmail
He said,no way Ive had mine
Just too much for him to lose
Because of some cuervo passion
Cold, cold forty-five, answered in texas fashion
I know that your oil is black
But the dipstick is pearly white
Ten gallons on your head
That aint what I need tonight
Showdown at the border
Showdown at the border
Showdown at the border
Bright red went to his head
Tequila tension rising
This is no business for the weak at heart
This is no business for those with a
Nervous disposition
Tanned man from the f.e.d.s
Cool mohair buying off the squeeze
Showdown at the border
(cleminson)
(copyright 1980 nazsongs ltd.)
All rights reserved.
Lyrics used by permission only.reproduction prohibited.
Copyright 1980 a&m records, inc.
song performed by by Nazareth
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Doggy
I don't just see in black and white,
there are some hues I view.
And when I flash my pearly whites,
best hope its not at you.
Cause when I smile it is in anger,
and Ive been known to bite.
I speak to everything that moves,
within my line of sight.
There is a sign upon the fence,
warning you beware.
So move along if you don't belong,
cause your not welcome here.
poem by Ken Bennight
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True Love Part 2
I'm smothered in thoughts of you night and day.
I'm slipping off the safe side of sanity
'Cause my love submerges its roots deep into the soil of you
With each passing day.
Each moment I sew with you,
Countless emotions flood my gates.
Every time I see sunshine smiles,
I laugh with tears in my eyes.
Sometimes, I'm a broken puzzle.
Can't calculate this love anymore.
Why do I have to hide it for so long?
Can I make this a beautiful song?
My love for you is
The sunrise that colors velvet sky,
The fountain that shimmers pearly blue,
And the sun that beats down on me.
Now I cover my eyes with tears,
As I unearth the days without fears.
In my heart there is joy
That weeps incessantly.
poem by Alon Calinao Dy
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The Snowy Spring Is Raging Mad
The snowy spring is raging mad,
I look away from the saga;
O, dreadful hour, when she read
The palm extended by Tsouniga.
Into his eyes she aimed her gaze,
There was mockery in her dark eyes,
The row of pearly teeth had blazed,
And I forgot all the days and midnights.
The heart got overflowed with blood,
My homeland memories erasing.
A voice would sing, 'With all your being
have to pay me back for love.'
poem by Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
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True Love
I think of you night and day
I feel like I'm going crazy
'Cause my love grows more deeply
With each passing day.
Each moment I spend with you,
Countless emotions are coming through.
Every time I see your smiles,
I laugh with tears in my eyes.
Sometimes, I am confused.
Can't explain this love anymore.
Why do I have to hide it for so long?
Can I make this a beautiful song?
My love for you is,
The sunrise that colors the velvet sky,
The fountain that shimmers pearly blue,
And the sun that beats down on me.
Now I cover my eyes with tears,
As I live through the days without fears.
In my heart there is joy
That weeps incessantly.
poem by Alon Calinao Dy
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Our Helen
Our Helen is a 'perfect love'
Of a blue-eyed baby;
When she's grown she'll be a belle,
And a 'Venus,' may be.
Such a cunning little mouth,
Lips as red as cherry,
And she smiles on all around
In a way so merry.
Laughs, and crows, and claps her hands,
Springs, and hops, and dances,
As if her little brain overflowed
With lively, tripping fancies.
Then she'll arch her pretty neck,
And toss her head so queenly,
And, when she's weary, fall asleep
And slumber so serenely.
She has a cunning kind of way
Of looking sly and witty,
As if to say, in baby words,
'I know I'm very pretty.'
She bites her 'mammy,' scratches 'nurse,'
And makes droll mouths at 'pappy;'
We can but love the roguish thing,
She looks so bright and happy.
The dinner-table seems to be
The crown of all her wishes,
For there the gypsy's sure to have
A hand in all the dishes.
But why should we essay to sing
Her thousand sprightly graces?
She has the merriest of ways,
The prettiest of faces.
We know she'll grow a peerless one,
With skin all white and pearly;
And laughing eyes, and auburn locks,
All silky, soft and curly.
Her baby laugh and sportive glee,
Her spirit's airy lightness,
Surround the pleasant prairie home
With hues of magic brightness.
poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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I Knew Peace
I felt the icy, strangling grip of death
Closing in quickly around my heart
As I struggled to breathe that one last breath
I heard my friends crying out around me
'Stay with us, please don't leave us now'
As suddenly my spirit became free
And, I knew peace, like never known before
I did not feel all those pains anymore
I knew peace, which surpassed just a feeling
I couldn't wait to see what was in store
I knew peace
Golden bricks on the streets were blazing bright
And the pearly gates were shining
The day, it never seemed to fade to night
Although the scenery was amazing
My joy came from deeper within
As my worries faded, I started praising
Yes, I knew peace, like never known before
I did not feel all those pains anymore
I knew peace, which surpassed just a feeling
I couldn't wait to see what was in store
I knew peace
poem by Danny Speicher
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