King of Sorrow
I am that king of sorrow
Who owns no hope
For a better tomorrow
We all live and die in sorrow,
Dear Christ, it's you we follow.
If a life that I could borrow.
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I would borrow that of America,
And lend it to my beloved Africa.
If I am privileged to meet with a president,
I would like to meet with Barack Obama,
And tell him how much I like his government.
Our leaders should learn from example,
For Adam can't find for himself another apple
That garden had already been lost to Lucifer.
And Eve is yet another Pandora.
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Who dared admit the folly on Olympus,
Who could quench the thirst
of Zeus' sexual lust,
Who would blame Hera for
Being so jealous.
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This world of ours is so perfectly unfair,
There are tales, and tales of Hell still unheard.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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We'll Soon Be Dust
Heaven knows we'll soon be dust
And your wealth shall all be lost.
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Who could admit the folly on Olympus?
Who could quench forever the
thirst of Zeus' sexual lust.
Who could stop Hera from
being so jealous?
Why should Hades be so greedy.
All these I do not know.
But a man must learn to extend
his love.
For tomorrow, there shall be no
World we could call our own.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Barack Obama
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Change, you must the world;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
But do you have the gold?
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
People need more jobs;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
You must stop their sobs.
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Wars are just futile;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Let peace remain awhile.
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Prices must be cut;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
None can live in hut.
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Energy is prime;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Work in any clime.
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Pollution must stop;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Make a friendlier cop.
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Should the unborn die?
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Live, they shouldn’t but why?
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Change is what you need;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Pluck away the weed!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-18-2009
poem by John Celes
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In Sorrow
In sorrow
She mourns her beloved son
What's next to follow
No one knows
In sorrow
He mourns his beloved daughter
What's next to follow
His heart is hollow
In sorrow
She mourns her beloved husband
What's next to follow
She is now a widow
In sorrow
He mourns his beloved wife
What's next to follow
His desire for life is renounced to zero
In sorrow
They mourn the passing of a dear friend
Someone they wished to be there tomorrow
It hurts without pretext, whatever sorrow sends
And we know and I know
Sorrow returns not the life's it borrows
Sorrow is a walking deadly shadow
Sorrow is the virus we dread tomorrow
Sorrow is the devils spell of lethal horrors
Therefore my dear fellows
In sorrow no more I mourn her sorrow
In sorrow
I have closed on her all my doors and windows
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
www.sylviachidi.co.uk
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Shehanu
Tomorrow, borrow, sorrow;
But it dates back! !
And today you will still borrow.
Morrow, borrow, sorrow;
But it dates back! !
And today you will still borrow.
Then comes tomorrow for your sorrow!
And like the Egyptian Obelisk;
But, your love is unsurpassed.
Pressure, sure, pure, jure, sure, lure, cure;
And from the things to come!
But, i am Shehanu in your neighbourhood.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Don't Sympathize
Why I detest sympathy
It revives hurtful memories
Those days that are sad,
Let them go with my past.
Don't remind me of my misery
They are now my history
Those friends I have hurt
I am human, I was only wrong
Even Olympus knew no love
Zeus lived in sexual lust
Hera was too jealous
Prometheus should rule Olympus
Zeus should be chained
For goodness sake, let him wail
Tiresias should not be so blinded
Oedipus shouldn't have left
Lius should have abdicated
And his throne coveted,
The Sphinx shouldn't have
had a riddle
She should be a pawn in our fiddle.
These are histories
They shouldn't conflict with
our mysteries
They should be buried in
the tomb of Herodotus.
And today, I am glad we have a God
Who's world itself is love;
And we all know He's perfect in all.
In my life I had never been an epigone
But great men have inspired me
To them I will forever be grateful
And to my God, I'll be faithful.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Don't Forget About Me
(gerry goffin & carole king)
Baby, i know you've got to go
I have no right
To tell you not to go
The road just isn't there for us
There never was a prayer for us
You know how much i want you now
I don't wanna stay here
Give you fits and haunt your mind
And for now, baby
Since you're free to choose again
It's your life to win or lose again
But, hey, just don't forget about me, now, baby
Baby, please, just don't forget about me, now, baby
Today i cannot borrow
A minute of your tomorrow
Don't let it cause you sorrow
Come on baby, please
Just don't forget about me, now, baby
Just don't forget about me
Ah, someday, our paths may cross again
Baby, then we'll find the kind of love
We've lost again
But for now, i've got to let you go
It's ourselves we've got to get to know
Ah, no, don't forget about me, now, baby
Oh, please, don't forget about me, now, baby
Today i cannot borrow
One minute of your tomorrow
Don't let it cause you sorrow
Got to be baby, baby
I want you now
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Sistamamalover
I've gone from talkin' to walkin'
You touch me deep down inside
Oh can't you see that I'm fallin'
And I can no longer hide
You are my everything
My sistamamalover
You give me everything
I have no need to borrow
And when I think of you
You take away my sorrow
I'll always love you baby
Like there's no tomorrow
When I get up in the morning ( When I get up in the morning )
I feel like I'm so alive (Feel so alive)
With you it never gets boring (Hmm hmm that's right)
'Cause you always get me high (Get me high)
High
You are my everything
My sistamamalover
You give me everything
I have no need to borrow
And when I think of you
You take away my sorrow
I'll always love you baby
Like there's no tomorrow
I'll never go with another
'Cause baby you are so fly (You know you're fly)
Don't have to live undercover (That's right)
Because I don't have to lie (I don't have to lie baby)
You are my everything
My sistamamalover
You give me everything
I have no need to borrow
And when I think of you
You take away my sorrow
I'll always love you baby
Like there's no tomorrow
You are my everything (My everything!)
My sistamamalover (Sistermama...lover!)
You give me everything
I have no need to borrow
And when I think of you (And when I think of you)
You take away my sorrow
I'll always love you baby (I'll always love you)
Like there's no tomorrow (Like there's no tomorrow)
You are my everything
My sistamamalover
(Sistermama...lover!)
You give me everything
I have no need to borrow (Waouh !)-ac
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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The Best Poets [Reprise]
The best poets are not born yet
Come to Africa, America, Asia;
There are poets of old; renown
Yet there are more unknown.
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Wordsworth and Shakespeare differs
Soyinka and Clark are philosophers
Don't confuse Religion with Church
They are two seperate things
If no, you can tax your memory
Religion is our belief and how we
communicate with our God
God, our maker made us out of his own love.
But if that love has so deluded us
Then somthing must have gone wrong.
Today, the Church has become more of a business venture;
Pastors now fly on private jets;
Hungry children can't be fed.
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Poetry, philosophy, and photography
Are all seperate things
If no, you can still ask your memory
They immortalize special moments
And leave the observer out in oblivion
But invention was no intention
to kill out oblivion
At the end, we shall forget them.
For this world is perfectly unfair.
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Have you yet not heard?
The incidence that happened in Aluu
A community predominated by fools
Four innocent students were burnt
to their deaths
Right before their eyes they were made
to experience their worst fears; hell
Who said there should be another hell
after death?
Then God is not as merciful as they said
But that is not end of what I've said;
Four students were not given a chance
to prove their innocence;
In a matter of munites, that community
head had decided;
- Four innocents must be executed;
- Four innocents must be uncladded
- Four innocents must be bludgeoned
to their deaths
- Four innocents, must be burnt like I've said.
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That day, angels wept
I never knew Lucifer could shed a tear.
Positions of leadership must not be
given to imbeciles,
For they will take their own anu*s
And use it to decide.
For how long will Nigeria
be cursed with its leaders?
This, I do not know
And Hell, well, Heaven, I still don't get it yet.
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When I said the Church will steal
your money
I know hipocrites will say I'm greedy
But yet, you can still ask your memory
Who said my God is hungry
He has all to His means in Heavenly
Millions of angels at His bidding
Those alms should go to the needy
I mean the once who are hungry.
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I have said times and times over time
I detest lines that rhyme
It gives too much humour to my thoughts
And my thoughts should be serious
Even tho' I now sound derilious.
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When I said man have killed his God
I only meant man have killed his love
And love itself is an embodiment of our God
Without that love there would be no world.
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O' dear uncle Hesiod
Who gave thou authority to keep Zeus
in Olympus
His world was ruled by his own sexual lust.
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Listen, fellow Biafrans
They had won that war with our own
starvation.
Who said battles should be won
at the expense of others sorrows?
Together we pray and hope for a better tomorrow.
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I had not asked God to give me a break
But today His world is ruled by hate.
If his world was made from love
Why did He bring Lucifer upon us?
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Religion has become a bane of mankind
Love, in heart of man you can't find;
- Pastors will always ask for tithe;
- Bigots will always start a fight;
- Leaders will always tell a lie;
- Life is so frought with strife;
- Christ will always be by our side;
But then, we always walk out of His sight.
.
Where are those that call us black
monkeys?
They have come and gone with our
oil and money
But I swear I have also seen a white monkey.
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Poems have been written by men
and women who carry
great thoughts with them,
These thoughts would suppress
And choke them to their deaths
Till they write it out in form of poems,
These people, they are, I call them poets.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Sampson
You are the son of my sorrow! !
So, tomorrow i will borrow to satisfy your muse;
For, the arrows of hatred are now aiming at me.
A drink offering,
A pillar of stone,
With the fruitfulness of the laws on my affliction;
But, my love is now buried under this great tree.
Oh Sampson! !
To live in love, peace and unity;
But, you are the son of my sorrow,
And now, i have to borrow to satisfy you tomorrow.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Supposing Tomorrow
Whenever I think of the supposing tomorrow
I think of a day without pain and sorrow
Where all bright ray and sunshine
Will appear as all yours and mines
Where all the skies will be free of clouds
And all men's heart will be free of doubts
And every one will be given the share
Of joy and sorrow, smile and tear
And there I wish in the supposing tomorrow
Everyone will be ready to lend and borrow
the flowers of the blooming smile
And fains new ways and bright styles
Where no one will be left alone to sigh
Or fight with sorrow's place taht're high
And no one will be forced to lay
Sorrow's brick one by one with the hay
And I wish I can live taht long
So I can also recieve with song
The day when there'll be no pain and sorrow
Yes ofcourse I'm talking of the supposing tomorrow.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Visit Me
Visit me at the Washingron Park in Chicago and,
You may probably meet President Obama around;
For the love of his muse is for the whole world.
To cherish a rich cultural heritage and values,
And to learn to live harmoniously with one another on this earth;
Because most of the introverts are attentive to the extroverts and vice versa,
And like the strong-willed and hard working people around the world to get along with you.
Visit me and learn from my muse,
For this park is like my home;
And it is very likely that you may meet President Obama as well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Show thongs, expended are leaf briefs for play after Francis Thompson Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play
Show thongs, expended are leaf briefs for play,
go! strong needs seed swift joy though panties sorrow:
and some were wrung, but that was yesterday,
some seem unstrung, yet that may be tomorrow.
Go forth; South, North, East, West, best feast away,
old ploy's godsend when cash strapped grief must borrow,
seduction sweet held good for yesterday,
now Time flits fleet, boob jobs are bought with sorrow.
Show throngs befriended, topless interplay,
all men may ask you why you smile not sorrow,
fall guys believe in Cupid's bow display,
tell wise guys 'smile, spend like there's no Tomorrow.'
Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play;
Go, children of swift joy and tardy sorrow:
And some are sung, and that was yesterday,
And some are unsung, and that may be tomorrow.
Go forth; and if it be o'er stony way,
Old joy can lend what newer grief must borrow:
And it was sweet, and that was yesterday,
And sweet is sweet, though purchased with sorrow.
Go, songs, and come not back from your far way:
And if men ask you why ye smile and sorrow,
Tell them ye grieve, for your hearts know Today,
Tell them ye smile, for your eyes know Tomorrow.
Francis Thompson
(26 February 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Who Can I Turn To
(bricusse / newley)
Who can I turn to
When nobody needs me?
My heart wants to know
And so I must go
Where destiny leads me
With no star to guide me
And no-one beside me
Ill go on my way
And after the day
The darkness will hide me
And maybe tomorrow
Ill find what Im after
Ill throw off my sorrow
Beg, steal or borrow
My share of laughter
With you I could learn to
With you on a new day
But who can I turn to if you turn away?
Oh, oh, yeah
With no star to guide me
And nobody beside me
Ill go on my way and after the day
The darkness will hide me
And maybe tomorrow
Im gonna find what Im after
Ill throw off my sorrow
Beg, steal or borrow
My share of laughter
With you I could learn to
Oh, with you on a new day
But who can I turn to if you turn away?
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Who Can I Turn To (When Nobody Needs Me)
(bricusse / newley)
Who can i turn to
When nobody needs me?
My heart wants to know
And so i must go
Where destiny leads me
With no star to guide me
And no-one beside me
I'll go on my way
And after the day
The darkness will hide me
And maybe tomorrow
I'll find what i'm after
I'll throw off my sorrow
Beg, steal or borrow
My share of laughter
With you i could learn to
With you on a new day
But who can i turn to if you turn away?
Oh, oh, yeah
With no star to guide me
And nobody beside me
I'll go on my way and after the day
The darkness will hide me
And maybe tomorrow
I'm gonna find what i'm after
I'll throw off my sorrow
Beg, steal or borrow
My share of laughter
With you i could learn to
Oh, with you on a new day
But who can i turn to if you turn away?
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Borrowing
Borrow, then live in sorrow,
don’t borrow peaceful tomorrow.
S.D. Tiwari
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As Long As You Follow
Written by christine mcvie.
Ive been searching
For a pot of gold
Like the kind you find
At the end of the rainbow
Ive been dreaming
Thought it was in vain
Ah but now youre here
Cant believe that youre back again
Now I know I cant lose
As long as you follow
Im gonna win (Im gonna win)
Im gonna beg, steal, or borrow
As long as you follow
Ive bee wandering
Gone away too far
But the road was rough
To get back where you are
And the sun went down
It never seemed to rise
Ah but now youre here
With the light shining in your eyes
Now I know I cant lose
As long as you follow
Im gonna win (Im gonna win)
Im gonna beg, steal, or borrow
Yes I can live today
If you give me tomorrow
As long as you follow
Now I know I cant lose
As long as you follow
Im gonna win (Im gonna win)
Im gonna beg, steal, or borrow
Yes I can live today
If you give me tomorrow
As long as you follow
As long as you follow (as long as you follow)
As long as you follow (as long as you follow)
As long as you follow (as long as you follow)
As long as you follow (as long as you follow)
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play
Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play;
Go, children of swift joy and tardy sorrow:
And some are sung, and that was yesterday,
And some are unsung, and that may be tomorrow.
Go forth; and if it be o'er stony way,
Old joy can lend what newer grief must borrow:
And it was sweet, and that was yesterday,
And sweet is sweet, though purchased with sorrow.
Go, songs, and come not back from your far way:
And if men ask you why ye smile and sorrow,
Tell them ye grieve, for your hearts know Today,
Tell them ye smile, for your eyes know Tomorrow.
poem by Francis Thompson
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To Mary Who Died In This Opinion
I.
Maiden, quench the glare of sorrow
Struggling in thine haggard eye:
Firmness dare to borrow
From the wreck of destiny;
For the ray morn’s bloom revealing
Can never boast so bright an hue
As that which mocks concealing,
And sheds its loveliest light on you.
II.
Yet is the tie departed
Which bound thy lovely soul to bliss?
Has it left thee broken-hearted
In a world so cold as this?
Yet, though, fainting fair one,
Sorrow’s self thy cup has given,
Dream thou’lt meet thy dear one,
Never more to part, in Heaven.
III.
Existence would I barter
For a dream so dear as thine,
And smile to die a martyr
On affection's bloodless shrine.
Nor would I change for pleasure
That withered hand and ashy cheek,
If my heart enshrined a treasure
Such as forces thine to break.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Love and Tragedy
Yes, I have loved with love
that was more than love
more than love,
Drove myself mad with this love
with this love,
Hoping to catch a glimpse of my love
my love,
Just seeing was not enough for me
seeing my love
my love,
So I met her, my true love,
And so true it was.
Yes, I married this girl with joy
with joy,
The splendid sense of so much joy
so much joy,
And I felt so much,
My heart melt,
melt with all my joy,
my joy,
Going to sleep with her, my true joy,
And so true it was.
Yes, I watched this girl die with sorrow
my sorrow,
The fire that did it also ignited my sorrow
my sorrow,
And there was nothing to console this sorrow
this sorrow,
my sorrow,
Even still into tomorrow,
No cope in hope to borrow,
so I stayed in sorrow,
my sorrow,
Going to sleep without my love,
my true sorrow,
And so true it was.
Yes, I heard those gruesome tolls alone
just me alone,
I stood looking at her stone while alone
so alone,
Minding on what to do, now that I'm alone,
alone,
so alone,
Listening to the bells of malicious tones,
Those horrifying, loud drones,
Those dreadful, terrible moans,
Those agonizing, tumultuous groans,
Of so many people who are also alone
just like me alone,
No one left, no one here,
I was happy once, but now I hear
The toll of those bells alone
so alone,
And my joy and my love,
Is now so far above,
Leaving me here so alone
alone,
May I hope she rests in peace,
Even through my pain's increase of sorrow
At least until tomorrow,
Where I will still be alone, truly alone,
And so true it still is.
poem by Andy Greenwald
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Love Song From Our Life - Wael Moreicheh
LOVE SONG FROM OUR LIFE
ARE THE LIFE UNLIMITED OR CAN NOT RETURN BY MUSIC
OF GARDEN ROSE ARE GREEN TEA PARTY BEST FROM SEAS OF MODERN AMERICA SO HEART OF DARKNESS TOUCH OLD WHITE HOUSE BY BOSTON REVOLUTION ARE WE
BRITISH SOULS OR OCEAN LOST HIS MASTER LIKE
ROSALIDA SONGS
ARE WE FOR ALL HUMANITY OR FOR HALF QUARTER
MR PRESIDENT THANK YOU FOR STRUGGLE
FOR ALL HUMANE CAN DO LIFE MORE BEST
FOR
BARACK OBAMA PRESIDENT UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
WAEL MOREICHEH
poem by Wael Moreicheh
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