Elegy for Jonathan, the Prince
stately tall you meekly stand
on your finger the signet band
for my sake you shunned your crown
for my breath your devotion fierce
you gave for me your sword and squire
your hospitality did never tire
proud brothers in battle or play
companions going about each day
in your shadow I had no care
my home's cupboards were never bare
song and merriment never missed
hunger a stranger to my lips
your place at court set second to mine
your heart pure - best fruit of vine
your eyes reflect esteem so dear
no man's affection held so near
O gallant Prince in battle slain
my soul cries out for you in pain
Saul's crown you've set upon my head -
a long-held secret I shan't covet
My lord, one could never repay;
the debt of friendship's love dismay?
to live this life as noble and true
to generously care and give as you
Prince of the Realm, if you could hear
the Scroll of the Upright, loud and clear
in the Song of the Bow proclaimed
praise of our filial bond inscribed.
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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Ode to King Saul's Son
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stately tall you meekly stand
on your finger the signet band
for my sake you shunned your crown
for my breath your devotion fierce
you gave for me your sword and squire
your hospitality did never tire
proud brothers in battle or play
companionly we went about each day
in your shadow I had no care
my home's cupboards were never bare
song and merriment never missed
hunger a stranger to my lips
your place at court set second to mine
your heart pure - best fruit of the vine
your eyes reflect esteem so dear
no man's affection held so near
O gallant Prince in battle slain
my soul cries out for you in pain
why you've set Saul's crown on my head -
a long-held secret I shan't covet
My lord, could one ever repay;
the debt of friendship's love dismay?
to live this life as noble and true
to generously care and give as you
Prince of the Realm, if you could hear
the Scroll of the Upright, loud and clear
in the Song of the Bow proclaimed
praise of our filial bond inscribed.
'
poem by Frederick Kesner
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My Poem Of My Four Legged Family
I have the need to write in poem for you,
About my four legged family of two;
The love they give, that goes beyond measure,
To live with them each day is a pleasure.
Now! Prince is my charming little gentle man,
The way he allows me to go first, and shake my hand;
Yet when I have a day where the pain won't go away,
Prince is laying beside my head, I care, is why'd he say.
Missy is only tiny in size, but the love, shows a big heart,
She wasn't that way in her nature, right from the start;
Missy loves to play games, of fetch, and so cheeky,
And when I'm on the phone, she gets so very sneaky.
Together this pair, love to stir, and play together,
They run and jump, and love to stir each other;
But; I'd never want this friendship to end,
The enjoyment I have and companionship don't bend.
I thank the good Lord, for this family of mine,
At least dogs, stand by you, and never undermine;
They never abuse you, lie or swear at, or even cheat you,
Dogs are companions who just standby, their love shines thru'.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Les Noyades
WHATEVER a man of the sons of men
Shall say to his heart of the lords above,
They have shown man verily, once and again,
Marvellous mercies and infinite love.
In the wild fifth year of the change of things,
When France was glorious and blood-red, fair
With dust of battle and deaths of kings,
A queen of men, with helmeted hair,
Carrier came down to the Loire and slew,
Till all the ways and the waves waxed red:
Bound and drowned, slaying two by two,
Maidens and young men, naked and wed.
They brought on a day to his judgment-place
One rough with labour and red with fight,
And a lady noble by name and face,
Faultless, a maiden, wonderful, white.
She knew not, being for shame’s sake blind,
If his eyes were hot on her face hard by.
And the judge bade strip and ship them, and bind
Bosom to bosom, to drown and die.
The white girl winced and whitened; but he
Caught fire, waxed bright as a great bright flame
Seen with thunder far out on the sea,
Laughed hard as the glad blood went and came.
Twice his lips quailed with delight, then said,
“I have but a word to you all, one word;
Bear with me; surely I am but dead;”
And all they laughed and mocked him and heard.
“Judge, when they open the judgment-roll,
I will stand upright before God and pray:
‘Lord God, have mercy on one man’s soul,
For his mercy was great upon earth, I say.
“‘Lord, if I loved thee—Lord, if I served—
If these who darkened thy fair Son’s face
I fought with, sparing not one, nor swerved
A hand’s-breadth, Lord, in the perilous place—
“‘I pray thee say to this man, O Lord,
Sit thou for him at my feet on a throne.
I will face thy wrath, though it bite as a sword,
And my soul shall burn for his soul, and atone.
“‘For, Lord, thou knowest, O God most wise,
How gracious on earth were his deeds towards me.
Shall this be a small thing in thine eyes,
That is greater in mine than the whole great sea?’
“I have loved this woman my whole life long,
And even for love’s sake when have I said
‘I love you’? when have I done you wrong,
Living? but now I shall have you dead.
“Yea, now, do I bid you love me, love?
Love me or loathe, we are one not twain.
But God be praised in his heaven above
For this my pleasure and that my pain!
“For never a man, being mean like me,
Shall die like me till the whole world dies.
I shall drown with her, laughing for love; and she
Mix with me, touching me, lips and eyes.
“Shall she not know me and see me all through,
Me, on whose heart as a worm she trod?
You have given me, God requite it you,
What man yet never was given of God.”
O sweet one love, O my life’s delight,
Dear, though the days have divided us,
Lost beyond hope, taken far out of sight,
Not twice in the world shall the gods do thus.
Had it been so hard for my love? but I,
Though the gods gave all that a god can give,
I had chosen rather the gift to die,
Cease, and be glad above all that live.
For the Loire would have driven us down to the sea,
And the sea would have pitched us from shoal to shoal;
And I should have held you, and you held me,
As flesh holds flesh, and the soul the soul.
Could I change you, help you to love me, sweet,
Could I give you the love that would sweeten death,
We should yield, go down, locked hands and feet,
Die, drown together, and breath catch breath;
But you would have felt my soul in a kiss,
And known that once if I loved you well;
And I would have given my soul for this
To burn for ever in burning hell.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Sing Your Praise To The Lord
Sing your praise to the lord,
Come on everybody,
Stand up and sing...one more
Hallelujah,
Give your praise to the lord,
I can never tell you,
Just how much good...that its
Gonna do ya
Just to sing...anew...
The song your heart first learned to sing when he
First gave his life...to you...
The life goes on and so must the song,
You gotta sing...again...
The song born in your soul when you
First gave your heart...to him...
Sing his praises, once more
Sing your praise to the lord,
Come on everybody,
Stand up and sing...one more
Hallelujah,
Give your praise to the lord,
I can never tell you,
Just how much good...that its
Gonna do ya
Just to sing...aloud...
The song that someone is dying to hear
Down in the maddning crowd...
As you once were before your heard the song,
You gotta let them know...
The truth is a life to shine upon the way,
So maybe they...can go...
Sing his praises, once more
Sing your praise to the lord,
Come on everybody,
Stand up and sing...one more
Hallelujah,
Give your praise to the lord,
I can never tell you,
Just how much good...that its
Gonna do ya
Just to let the name of the lord...
Be praise, both for now, and evermore,
Praise him all ye servants,
Give him praise to the lord,
Come on everybody,
Stand up and sing...one more
Hallelujah,
Give your praise to the lord,
I can never tell you,
Just how much good...that its
Gonna do ya
Just to sing, sing sing...
Come on, sing, sing, sing...
I can hear you now, sing, sing, sing...
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Dedication To His Love
SWEETEST, in desperate hours
Of clouds and lightning and rain,
You came like a vision of flowers
And summer and song once again:
You came, and I could not receive you,
Seared in my flesh, in my sight.
I heedlessly turned back to leave you;
We passed on into the night.
(Heart, soul and all, sweet, never to sever, Love me for ever!)
Dearest, in hours of twilight,
Terrible, silent and lone,
When the light, long sought for as my light
And found, for ever seemed gone —
When the hope of the love-dream of boyhood
Passed sad with unknowing rebuff,
With your passionate patience and joyhood
You came, O my Priestess of Love!
(Heart, soul and all, dear, never to sever, Love me for ever!)
With your lips to mine deathly-reposing,
You kissed back the blood and the sighs:
You lit up my tired eyes unclosing
With the light of your beautiful eyes.
You held me close-pressed to your bosom,
Your heart to my heart, beating strong,
In mine eyes put your life like a blossom,
Put my love in your lips like a song!
(Heart, soul and all, sweet, never to sever,
Love me for ever!)
Dearest, of my heart-blood's Evangel
I hail you Queen, and of me:
Sweetest, I revere you Archangel
Of the better time that shall be.
So to these Songs, for my love's sake,
As Priestess of Love must you stand,
And, for the great Truth above's sake,
God's seraph with his sword in your hand!
(Heart, soul and all, dear, never to sever,
Love me for ever!)
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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Plighted
Mine to the core of the heart, my beauty!
Mine, all mine, and for love, not duty:
Love given willingly, full and free,
Love for love's sake, - as mine to thee.
Duty's a slave that keeps the keys,
But Love, the master, goes in and out
Of his goodly chambers with song and shout,
Just as he please, - just as he please.
Mine, from the dear head's crown, brown-golden,
To the silken foot that's scarce beholden;
Give to a few friends hand or smile,
Like a generous lady, now and awhile,
But the sanctuary heart, that none dare win,
Keep holiest of holiest evermore;
The crowd in the aisles may watch the door,
The high-priest only enters in.
Mine, my own, without doubts or terrors,
With all thy goodnesses, all thy errors,
Unto me and to me alone revealed,
'A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.'
Many may praise thee, - praise mine as thine,
Many may love thee, - I'll love them too;
But thy heart of hearts, pure, faithful, and true,
Must be mine, mine wholly, and only mine.
Mine! - God, I thank Thee that Thou hast given
Something all mine on this side heaven:
Something as much myself to be
As this my soul which I lift to Thee:
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone,
Life of my life, whom Thou dost make
Two to the world for the world's work's sake, -
But each unto each, as in Thy sight, one.
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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The Faithful Guardian
Two beautiful and rosy babes are pictured here alone,
Two infants of a noble race, as any near the throne:--
And, in the cradle's shadow, lies a stately-looking hound,
His fine limbs full of strength and grace, couched humbly on the ground:
Humbly upon the ground lies he: while from the young child's arm
A jealous spaniel snarling peeps, whom no caress can charm;
Though close that dimpled arm is bent, as though its clasp would fain
Its spoiled companion's idle wrath to gentleness restrain;
Small need of care! The stately hound, still calm and couchant lies,
With lazy kindness lifting up his wise and honest eyes;
Declaring by the emblem meet of his serene repose,
How frankly generous hearts can bear the baiting of mean foes.
Not so, 0! noble-natured brute, would'st thou quiescent rest,
If the soumd of danger roused the blood within thy valiant breast;
If near these helpless little fays,--thy master's children--came
The doubtful tread of stranger's feet, on whom they had no claim;
Then, then, upspringing with a bound;--aroused for their defence,--
Each nerve would arm with savage strength thy keen and eager sense,
And the darkly gleaming eyes where now such softened shadows play,
Would burn like watch-fires, lit at night, to scare the foe away.
And were the danger real to these, by whom thy watch is kept,--
E'er a rough hand should dare profane the cradle where they slept,
E'er a rude step should reach the spot where now they smile at play,--
Thy fangs would meet within his throat, to hold the wretch at bay!
Thou would'st battle, noble creature, for these children of thy lord's,
As men fight for a Royal Prince, whose crown hangs on their swords;--
Soldiers, who hear their General's cry, by treachery hemm'd in,--
Freemen, who strike for home and hearth, 'gainst Tyranny's proud sin,--
So would'st thou strive! And bold were he who then could lay thee low,
For still thy fierce and mighty grasp would pin the struggling foe,
And if keen sword, or human skill, cut short thy gasping breath,
Should he be thought thy conqueror? No!--Thy conqueror would be Death.
Oh, tried and trusted! Thou whose love ne'er changes nor forsakes,
Thou proof how perfect God hath stamped the meanest thing he makes;
Thou, whom no snare entraps to serve, no art is used to tame,--
(Train'd, like ourselves, thy path to know, by words of love and blame
Friend! who beside the cottage door, or in the rich man's hall,
With steadfast faith still answerest the one familiar call,--
Well by poor hearth and lordly home thy couchant form may rest,
And Prince and Peasant trust thee still, to guard what they love best!
poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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Voices That Care
Lonely fear lights up the sky
Cant help but wonder why
Youre so far away
There, you have to take a stand
In someone elses land
Life can be so strange
I wish we never had to choose
To either win or lose,
That we could find a way
But I wont turn my back again,
Your honor Ill defend
So hurry home,
Till then
Stand tall
Stand proud
Voices that care are crying out loud
And when you close your eyes tonight
Feel in your heart how our love burns bright
Im not here to justify the cause
Or to count up all the loss
Thats all been done before
I just cant let you feel alone
When theres so much love at home
Were sending out to you
And the courage that youve known
The bravery that youve shown
Clearly lights the way
We pray to make the future bright
To make the wrong things right
(rap):
Right or wrong, were all praying youll remain strong
Thats why were all here and singing along
Stand tall
Stand proud
Voices that care are crying out loud
And when you close your eyes tonight
Feel in your heart how our love burns bright
And when you close your eyes tonight
Feel in our heart how our love burns bright
You are the voice,
You are the light
Stand tall
Stand proud
Voices that care are crying out loud
And when you close your eyes tonight
Feel in your heart how our love burns bright
Stand tall
Stand proud
Voices that care are crying out loud
And when you close your eyes tonight
Feel in your heart how our love burns bright
You are the voice and the guiding light
Feel in your heart how our love burns bright
song performed by by New Edition
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A Journey Of Faith
For some its short, for others long
Depending on The Way
Yet each may sing the self same song
Of ‘Trust Him and obey’
Displayed beyond the realm of time
Beyond man’s wildest dream
Trust when pure is love sublime
And act of faith supreme
Obey The Lord of righteousness
Trust Jesus whilst we might
Your waywardness through Him confess
And walk within The Light
Let not this life be lived in vain
Let’s play no more the clown
Let love instead be seen to reign
And wisdom wear a crown
Consult The Lord in all you do
Reflect before you speak
Consider Christ God’s Lamb and Son
All seven days a week
For far beyond the great divide
Where time becomes no more
God promises to be your Guide
And help through Heaven’s Door
Our Father knows the future now
He knows our wayward past
He knows if here our knees would bow
We’d harvest peace at last
The place for you and I is here
The time is right today
God’s calling loud through Jesus clear
To trust Him and obey
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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Philippians 1
Whether I live or whether I die
May Christ be magnified in me
Whether I go to my Father on high
Let Christ be all that they see
I am not afraid to die
I long to be away from this place
I'll take my wings, to His glory I'll fly
That I may behold His face
To live is Christ and to die is gain
For the Kingdom dwells in my heart
No matter what I suffer, no matter the pain
From my Jesus I am never apart
So let men do what ere they may
For I shall suffer for His sake
I will raise my hands to God and pray
For my soul is His and His to take
So let us stand together as one
In the gospel of Christ our Lord
And we shall stand till the day is done
With the Lamb and the Blood and the Sword
Stand fast my brothers and do not yield
When the enemy comes in like a flood
We shall live or die on the battle-field
For we are covered by Emmanuel's Blood
poem by Frank McEleny
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The Echo
Of A Ballad Sung By H. Plunket Greene To His Old School
Twice three hundred boys were we,
Long ago, long ago,
Where the Downs look out to the Severn Sea.
Clifton for aye!
We held by the game and hailed the team,
For many could play where few could dream.
City of Song shall stand alway.
Some were for profit and some for pride,
Long ago, long ago,
Some for the flag they lived and died.
Clifton for aye!
The work of the world must still be done,
And minds are many though truth be one.
City of Song shall stand alway.
But a lad there was to his fellows sang,
Long ago, long ago,
And soon the world to his music rang.
Clifton for aye!
Follow your Captains, crown your Kings,
But what will ye give to the lad that sings?
City of Song shall stand alway.
For the voice ye hear is the voice of home,
Long ago, long ago,
And the voice of Youth with the world to roam.
Clifton for aye!
The voice of passion and human tears,
And the voice of the vision that lights the years.
City of Song shall stand alway.
poem by Sir Henry Newbolt
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Unspoken Heart Song
Subtle notes fly upon the breeze, notes coming from a guitar of the night.
The guitar plays sweetly for its master, for its gentle master.
The master is a young man, trying to find himself.
A young man with eyes full of care, behind these fair eyes a heart full of love.
You can hear his heart’s song on the breeze, for he plays from his heart.
His eyes meet mine, and I cannot help but feel at peace, the song makes my heart hum with delight.
I can feel the love held inside him, even though he does not play for me.
He is playing the same song that plays in the heart of his darling; his song is calling to her.
“Come home, come home to me darling. I am calling you, can’t you hear me? ”
Is the unspoken song on the breeze.
poem by Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk
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Play
I could wait all night and day,
To go to a party sit down and wait,
Give my request to the DJ,
Cuz my song hes gotta play.
And when i hear that beat,
I get my body up out my seat
I grab a guy and move my feet,
He's playin my song!
Play,
Come on play that song,
Play it all night long,
Just turn it up and turn it on!
Play,
Come on Dj play that song.
You know it turns me on.
(DJ just play that song)
Just turn it up and turn it on!
Dj just play that song,
Cuz i wanna be dancin all night long
Just play my, play my, play my,
Play my, play my favorite song!
I dont care if everybody's gone.
Turn it up cuz it turns me on.
Keep dancin all night long,
Feels so right that it cant be wrong.
I get chills up and down my spine,
Whenever I hear that song of mine.
When it stops better press rewind.
Let me hear it one more time!
Play,
Come on play that song,
Play it all night long,
Cuz I wanna be dancin' all night long!
Play,
Come on Dj play that song.
You know it turns me on.
(DJ just play that song)
Cuz I wanna be dancin' all night long!
I just wanna dance.
Is that a crime?
Alright then.
Play..Play..Play..Play..Play
Now Mr. DJ,
I've asked you three times..
Play My Mother f*ckin song!!
Play,
Come on play that song,
Play it all night long,
Just turn it up and turn it on!
Play,
Come on Dj play that song.
You know it turns me on.
(DJ just play that song)
Just turn it up and turn it on
song performed by by Prince
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The Way You Love Me
[verse 1]
I tried to find You but I didn't know Your name
I searched for love, but I found only pain
I chased the truth, but I only caught the lies
When I searched for beauty
Dirt got in my eyes
(pre-chorus)
And then Your love showed up
And it erased my pain
Lord, You gave it all just to clear my name
[chorus]
Why You love me I cannot understand
How You love me, can't even comprehend
That You want me as broken as I am
I can never repay
The way You love me
[verse 2]
The closer that I get to You the smaller this world seems
Deep inside my heart You placed eternity
You gave me room to breathe, a place to get away
Standing in Your presence with a debt I can't repay
(pre-chorus)
And then Your love showed up
And it erased my pain
Lord, You gave it all just to clear my name
[chorus]
Why You love me I cannot understand
How You love me, can't even comprehend
That You want me as broken as I am
I can never repay
The way You love me
[bridge]
There's no high, there's no low
There's no power or control
Nothing's gonna keep me from You
[chorus]
Why You love me I cannot understand
How You love me, can't even comprehend
That You want me as broken as I am
I can never repay
The way You love me
I love the way, the way You love me
song performed by by ZoeGirl
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Song of the Soul XXII
In the depth of my soul there is
A wordless song - a song that lives
In the seed of my heart.
It refuses to melt with ink on
Parchment; it engulfs my affection
In a transparent cloak and flows,
But not upon my lips.
How can I sigh it? I fear it may
Mingle with earthly ether;
To whom shall I sing it? It dwells
In the house of my soul, in fear of
Harsh ears.
When I look into my inner eyes
I see the shadow of its shadow;
When I touch my fingertips
I feel its vibrations.
The deeds of my hands heed its
Presence as a lake must reflect
The glittering stars; my tears
Reveal it, as bright drops of dew
Reveal the secret of a withering rose.
It is a song composed by contemplation,
And published by silence,
And shunned by clamor,
And folded by truth,
And repeated by dreams,
And understood by love,
And hidden by awakening,
And sung by the soul.
It is the song of love;
What Cain or Esau could sing it?
It is more fragrant than jasmine;
What voice could enslave it?
It is heartbound, as a virgin's secret;
What string could quiver it?
Who dares unite the roar of the sea
And the singing of the nightingale?
Who dares compare the shrieking tempest
To the sigh of an infant?
Who dares speak aloud the words
Intended for the heart to speak?
What human dares sing in voice
The song of God?
poem by Khalil Gibran
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For The Man Who Fails
The world is a snob, and the man who wins
Is the chap for its money's worth:
And the lust for success causes half of the sins
That are cursing this brave old earth.
For it 's fine to go up, and the world's applause
Is sweet to the mortal ear;
But the man who fails in a noble cause
Is a hero that 's no less dear.
'T is true enough that the laurel crown
Twines but for the victor's brow;
For many a hero has lain him down
With naught but the cypress bough.
There are gallant men in the losing fight,
And as gallant deeds are done
As ever graced the captured height
Or the battle grandly won.
We sit at life's board with our nerves highstrung,
And we play for the stake of Fame,
And our odes are sung and our banners hung
For the man who wins the game.
But I have a song of another kind
Than breathes in these fame-wrought gales,--
An ode to the noble heart and mind
Of the gallant man who fails!
The man who is strong to fight his fight,
And whose will no front can daunt,
If the truth be truth and the right be right,
Is the man that the ages want.
Tho' he fail and die in grim defeat,
Yet he has not fled the strife,
And the house of Earth will seem more sweet
For the perfume of his life.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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The Cinderella Dance
our bodies close
but always wanting to be closer to you
never getting enough
always wanting more
always wanting to give more
both of us from two different worlds
so this couldn’t be
this must be some kind of dream
another one of my fantasies
so this cant be real
but I feel your touch
I hear your heart that was acting like a ghost to mine
beating in sequence to mine
acting like a musical but not louder then a pindropp
with the smell of sweet sweat on your chest
lingering in the wind
that gently is pushing the cloud I was standing on
within your arms
away to a place where noone but us matters
where time stands still
a place where I can get lost in your eyes
a place even for a few seconds
I can be your’s and you mine
as I look into your eyes I see someone who touches my life
someone inside of you
yes the person I see in your eyes I’m in love with
and I see the man that loves me
so take my hand
help me out of the darkened shadows of my past
that have seamed so swiftly caught up to me
wont you take my hand and help me into the sunlight
wont you just stop pretending
when I can see with my heart that the man inside of you
loves me for me
as we float with each beat of the song
I feel your breath softly tickle my lips
I cant hear the music now
all I hear is your charming voice
I don’t see any other person everyone else has simply disappeared
where all I see is you and I
the song comes to an end
I can hardly stand nor less walk
my knee’s could be made out of jellow
and wouldn’t had been able to tell the difference
I watched you walk off
with a little more of my heart
But knowing even if you knew I would do anything for
just a little piece of your heart
you still wouldn’t love me because
in the end I’m the nobody
and your the prince of a far away kingdom
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Forever
You fear the reaper staring in the night
Now he calls for blood
You stole the secret of his tender heart
There is no return
Here the call
Don't want to fall
Stand proud stay true
Stand tall forever
The quest for battle it will always hunt You down Why can't You see
The wind is blowing rain is falling down on you you're far from home
Here the call
Don't want to fall
Stand proud stay True
Stand tall forever
Inside Your mind You are searching for the truth it's plain to see
There have always been two sides of every tale you don't want to fail
Here the call
Don't want to fall
Stand proud stay true
Stand tall forever
song performed by by Zonata
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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698. Make me a drunkard! 041009
They say, ‘be happy and be away from people unhappy’
But how can I pretend to be happy when I am not happy?
I wonder how joy will spring from my heart
When I have not realized truth but in dark?
To be joyful and to give joy, they say
Love is the only means; but to my dismay
I have not tasted true Love in this world
To my eyes all relations are mere trade!
Cinderella’s misery was no more as she met
The prince with true love and a heart wet
She jerked away all her relations false
To unite the prince in a private place
I know my dearest beloved! You are within!
I shut all the doors made up of my thick skin
The five senses and the brain store of thoughts
To make my heart a lovely bed for sweet nights!
But! Alas there stands always a third person
Between You and me hindering our union
The ego the source of all my thoughts and births!
The more I try to repel the more adamant it becomes!
Oh prince of my soul! Find a way to drive away
This ever present and resolute ego stands midway
Let my thirsty lips taste Your true eternal Love
Let my heart be filled with pure oceanic Love
Then You send me to this earth or any hell
As I could carry the ocean of Your Love
I will make a heaven, as if by a magic spell,
Since I would be a drunkard of Your Love!
poem by Raman Savithiri
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Living on a Hope
Living on a hope
Looking through blind eyes
Whispers on a silent night
Which fall on deaf ears
As the shattering rain drops
Lull me to sleep
It’s not what I’ve dreamed of
But what it really is
Distant memories of what used to be
Current memories of present times
Written on the clouds above
This is beyond, so unpleasant
Maybe not all that glitters is gold
Awaiting the fair princess
The felling of her hand on my face
So pail (in color) and cold (in feeling)
Lips touch lips and breaths intertwine
Emotionally unstable is the prince
Who is now a frog
Why the pain and misery
What lures the creature into a beast
What fuels the emotion into sheer tears
Questions remain unanswered
As the night alls to a halt
Well the frog may be the prince
But what is the princess
Pray for the prince as the battle never ends
Since what you see is a prince battle hate over love
A romance which may never end
Or should have never started in the first place
Draw your courage and fight for what you believe in
And always let your heart lead the way
Through a strong but definite mind.
poem by David Cauchi
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