(I'm Always Touched) By Your Presence Dear
Was it destiny
I don't know yet
Was it just by chance? Could this be Kismet?
Something in my consciousness told me you'd appear
Now I'm always touched by your presence dear
When we play at cards you use an extra sense (it's really not cheating)
You can read my hand
song performed by by Blondie from Plastic Letters
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Kismet
(words & music by sid tepper - roy c. bennett)
When you meet by chance, its not by chance
Its kismet
When two hearts stand still, its destinys will
Its kismet
The wheel of fortune spins, round and around it goes
Who will the arrow point to, only kismet knows
Until you came by, kismet and i, were strangers
But now that youre here, its suddenly clear weve met
This is my lucky day, loves in the cards Id say
Thanks to kismet, kismet, kismet
Until you came by, kismet and I were strangers
But now that youre here, its suddenly clear weve met
This is my lucky day, loves in the cards Id say
Thanks to kismet, kismet, kismet
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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God Bless You On Your Birthday!
May God bless you on your birthday
With gifts and cards and such
From those who care and those who pray
And those who love so much!
While birthdays come and birthdays go,
It's love that's always here
And that's God's way to let you know
You're special, too, my dear!
Congrats on all the good you've done -
You went the extra mile!
You shared your wondrous sense of fun
And thrilled us with each smile!
You did your best! You blessed our hearts!
You proved your heart is kind!
And though it's time to make new starts,
Some new friends you will find!
Perhaps they should be told that this
Is when your life began!
Yet now, I'll send my magic kiss
'Cos I'm a friendly fan!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Claim To Fame
Talk-talk, yak-yak
Watch you pull that old one track
Get it up and get it back
Making it upon your back
No space, no rent
The moneys gone, its all been spent now
Tell me bout your claim to fame
Now aint that some claim to fame
Extra, extra, read all about it now
Extra, extra, something bout a claim to fame
Ooohhh sweet mama, ooohhh sweet mama
Something bout your claim to fame
Wet lips, dry now
Ready for that old hand out, now
Aint that some claim to fame
Spaced out, spaced in
The heads round, the squares flat
Aint that some claim to fame
Now tell me aint that some claim to fame
Extra, extra, read all about it now
Extra, extra, something, something bout some claim to fame
Ooohhh-wheee sweet mama, extra, extra, something
Something bout your claim to fame
Yeah now
I said now, extra, extra
Something bout your claim to fame
I said now, extra, extra
Something bout your claim to fame
Ooohhh mama, said now, extra, extra
Something bout your claim to fame
Extra, extra, something bout a
About a, about a, something bout your claim to fame
Extra, extra, something bout a
bout a, bout a, something bout your claim to fame
Ooohhh, ooohhh sweet mama
Something bout your claim to fame
Oh, ooohhh sweet mama
Something bout your claim to fame
song performed by by Lou Reed
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The Thoughts Of You
Laying in bed
Thinking about you again
It almost feel like cheating
Not the phyical cheating
But mentally cheating
On the one who
Lays beside me tonight
I can't seem to stop
Wishing it was you
Instead of him
I just wished you would
Hurry up and marry her already
Just so I know that
There's no hope that
I'll ever get my chance with you
As If You Read My Mind
Close your eyes til the morning
Close your eyes til the early dew
Get inside what youve been missing
Are the very first words that I heard coming from you
Take a chance on the secret
That you hide for beneath your dreams
Use your wildest imagination
You just tell me what it is and I will make it be
As if you read my mind
As if you touched my soul
As if you knew exactly where I wanted to go
Lets get high on the happy
With a toast to you and me
Love is here just for the giving
And between us weve got all the love well ever need
As if you read my mind
As if you touched my soul
As if you knew exactly where I wanted to go
As if you read my mind
As if you touched my soul
As if you knew exactly where I wanted to go
As if you read my mind
As if you touched my soul
As if you knew exactly where I wanted to go
As if you read my mind
As if you touched my soul
As if you knew exactly where I wanted to go
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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It’s My Destiny
If you had one chance,
Would you take it?
If you were given a taste of your dreams,
Would you take it?
If you were shown what you dreamed of,
Would you take it?
Don’t you see?
This is my destiny,
All roads have leaded here.
If you greatest fear was taken away,
Would you take it then?
If all the problems were take way,
Would you take it?
If you were given the chance to show your potential,
Wouldn’t you take that chance?
Don’t you see?
This is my destiny,
All roads leaded here.
All I had to do was make a sacrifice,
And look what I have got?
If that was the only thing you had to do,
Wouldn’t you do it for the chance?
Wouldn’t you do for your destiny?
Your destiny?
Don’t you see?
This is my destiny,
All roads leaded here.
You just don’t understand,
It’s my destiny to be here,
To do all this,
You say don’t believe in destiny?
I say that you do,
You just don’t know it yet.
8/05/06
poem by Charlie F. Kane
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THE Cards
All cards are marked it's a game of chance
Fate collides leading us a merry dance
Slight of hand very quick
Nine or twenty one card trick
Luck never gives it only lends
Playing the cards always contends
Fate never looses it deals so svelte
It was always to be the hand that was dealt
So now all cards are marked
And all fates will collide
When at the table you next reside.
poem by Hazel Connelly
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Hope
When I do not understand the darkness,
the things that prison you away from me
at places where no light can fall
it’s as if my whole life is extradited
to the one or other power
which destiny claims as its own
and I am just another player
who in Black Jack can count cards
but this is a totally different game
where the power of destiny
and of luck
always has the upper hand
and at times like in Hearts
you fold
and put your cards down on the table
and not always
are dealt the right, the best hand
by forces which you do not comprehend
are forced
to keep on playing the game
while life keeps on
dealing out new cards
and at times the loss is far greater
than you can comprehend
and you loose the hope
of a new tomorrow, of deliverance
somewhere along the way
and wonder about the hope,
the power of love.
[Reference: Hoop (“Hope”) by Mandi Engelbercht Out of: Speel vir Tyd.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Somebody Touched Me
(first release, live version portsmouth, england, september 24, 2000traditional, arranged by bob dylan)
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!
Would you please welcome columbia recording artist bob dylan.
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
While I was praying, somebody touched me,
While I was praying, somebody touched me,
While I was praying, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
Well, it was on a sunday, somebody touched me,
It was on a sunday, somebody touched me,
It was on a sunday, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her: but once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game.
Shape Of My Heart
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
song performed by by Police
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My Grandma
The little old lady isn't around anymore
to push me, to encourage, as she did before
she stood only four foot eleven
so sweet, so kind just like heaven
Up at the crack of dawn
always knitting with yarn
she died at eighty-six
my problems she always could fix
With a twinkle in her eye
and being very sly,
she told me I could make it
because of fame I would get
She couldn't read or write
but she was very bright
at cards she loved to play
she knew how to count, without delay
How I miss grandma dear
loved her so, wish she was still here
so many memories of long ago
of biscuits she made out of fresh dough
As trains passed by each day,
up she lifted me to see, that was her way
everyone loved her very much
her face I wish I could touch
How I miss grandma dear
to think of her brings a tear
I know she's not here anymore
oh, if she could encourage me as before
Life is like a poker game. If you don't play your cards right, you can lose with the best hand, but if you know how to play your hand, you can win even with a bad hand.
aphorism by Viorel Vintila
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Shape Of My Heart
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesnt play for the money he wins
He doesnt play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart
Thats not the shape, the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
Youd maybe think theres something wrong
Im not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who smile are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart
Thats not the shape of my heart
song performed by by Sting
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A little extra, from an extra ordinary woman
She goes out of her way and travels that extra mile
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She consoles you, smiles with you, cries with you and for you
A little extra than anyone else
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She spends on you a little extra than she does on her own self
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She uses her extra strength and wisdom to pick you up when you fall
She blinds her sight to your imperfections
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She loves you a little extra just to stand out different
From all those who love you
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She starves herself so that you may eat a little extra
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She forgives you all the time
Even when you guilty mind knows you don’t deserve such kindness
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She may not be the most perfect woman but
She is indeed an extra ordinary woman
She is your mother, your wife, your fiancee, your girlfriend
Your sister, your grandmother and your daughter
You best appreciate her
poem by Grace Mdemu
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How Long
‘How long is it dear, since we were wed,
when first I ventured into your bed.
We’ve made it through together since then,
time filled with laughter, and counting to ten’.
‘How long is it since we were wed,
teapot filled up, toast with butter spread.
Memories formed and loved treasures kept,
times of bright smiles, moments when we’ve wept’.
‘How long is it dear since we were wed,
letters and cards, so numerous, read.
Funny jokes told and stories so sad,
accepting good, along with the bad’.
‘How long is it dear, since we were wed,
and what’s for us in the times ahead.
Shall we go on in the same old way,
each looking back to our own heyday’.
‘How long is it since we were wed,
no, cannot remember either, Ted.
But never mind, it was long ago,
and anyway I still love you so’.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Choise Or Destiny?
Do you believe in destiny?
Did destiny lead you here to read this at this precise time?
Or would you rather call it some random decision
Uncontrolled by any external force
Poised on predestining your future?
Hmm!
I'm Intrigued by the overwhelming desire to sit and do nothing
To see the unchangeable handiwork of destiny unfold
But then you wouldn’t be here reading this
For I very much doubt it can type without me
Oh! Wait
Might it also be that I had no choice in the matter?
That I was predestined to write this for you to read?
Are my every deed justified by it therefore?
Or should I be justly rewarded accordingly?
Am I right?
To wail and scream vengeance when my loved one is unfairly taken from me?
Or consider the guilty the Judas of my Christ
Unfairly chosen by destiny to help bridge two chapters?
So then
if by destiny all will
Would I be right in not frowning upon
The evil wrought upon me and it instrument?
or accept love and good deeds bestowed on me
without being mindful of by whom it did come?
To say
That destiny is a result of a choice or lack of it
Be it your own or that of others which results
Because we are only allowed one chance at any individual time
Lest we would travel through time to right our wrongs
Or would that also be the work of destiny?
poem by Kobby King
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Stream Of Consciousness
Stream of consciousness
Thoughts that come at random
With no foresight and no plan
My fingers type at their own volition
With no structured idea at hand
I live in an environment of inquietude
In an ambiance of unease and perhaps fear
There’s a weight upon my forehead
A sense of loss of things I hold dear
Today’s a day much like any other
I read, I eat, yet feel so incomplete,
and blandly smiling at me in calm so replete
On my desk, photos of sisters and brother
Just to sit and compose idle randomness
At my desk, takes my mind away for a bit
Yet at the back of my mind sits emptyness
And knowing I cannot escape from it
This bit of inane exposition
Is from my fingers and not of my mind
I try to stop all conscious thought
And let my fingers write blind
My busy fingers put a name
To unconscious sentiments so sad
Stream of consciousness
says more of the same…and that..
I’m slowly going mad
poem by David Whalen
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Cupids Dead
-you read the papers today? -
I read the news today oh boy,
About a tragic comedy
Newspaper hinted suicide,
The letterhead read dear johnny
A tainted truth was all it said,
Sleep tight now that
Youve made your bed
An arrow that once pierced your heart
Points to the apple on your head
Three sides to every story
Yours, mine
And, monday mornings
Cupids dead, headlines read,
Cupids dead
Cupids dead, headlines read,
Cupids dead
Oh, romeo, oh, romeo
Where did our love go, romeo?
If you read between the headlines,
You wouldnt be the last to know
No mystery yet to unfold,
A paperboy left in the cold
A love was said to never die,
Withered away and just got old
our top story tonight,
Is a crime of passion
The victim, an unidentified man,
Is found in bed, wearing only a diaper,
Holding a bow an arrow in one hand,
And clutching a letter in the other.
The letter simply read ...
Cupids dead.
Extra, extra, extra,
Read all about it
Cupids dead,
Cupid is dead, deceased,
I got peace of mind
Still its hard to forget,
What it leaves behind
A lot of love lost,
Your feelings are wasted,
Tasted the sweetness,
But now youre faced with,
The thought, of being alone
Nor more companionship,
You can handle it,
Just abandon it,
Leave it behind,
And look for the brighter day
Give it some time,
Cause it wont come right away
You gotta be standing strong,
Hold on to your dignity
Dont sit around,
Saying look what ya did to me
Its time to move on,
You gotta continue
To look for a love,
Of a life thats within you
Cupid is dead now,
Its time to rely on,
Yourself to cope
You got no shoulder to cry on
Dead
song performed by by Extreme
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Farewell To A Feather
I too say farewell to a feather as it floats off.
Traveling distance unknown.
Will I see her again?
I just don't know.
With cards that can't be yet read.
The fortune is in play.
But I can not make it go my way.
In a game of fairness she was quite pretty.
But was it enough to give chase?
A search of the world for but a single feather.
Only to end in failure, when they're so many more.
The only wasted chance is the one not taken.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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