The Spell Is Broke, The Charm Is Flown!
The spell is broke; the charm is flown!
Thus is it with life's fitful fever:
We madly smile when we should groan:
Delirium is our best deceiver.
Each lucid interval of thought
Recalls the woes of Nature's charter;
And he that acts as wise men ought,
But lives, as saints have died, a martyr.
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Sonnet-Life
Life's fabric has both threads of joys and woes;
You take away the woes, it will not stand;
When both in optimum scales, well it goes;
You take away the joys, you can't withstand.
Life is a battle, we do always fight;
Sometimes with others' help; sometimes alone;
The war is waged between darkness and light;
When victory comes, we laugh; if not we groan.
Small things in life do matter very much;
Small acts of kindness can purchase hearts;
Small courtesies can most cruel hearts touch;
Small acts of help to people work like darts.
Like your life and it will give you pleasure;
Love your life and it will be your treasure.
poem by John Celes
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Book Agent Story
As we have given several humorous Scottish stories in verse we will venture to
trespass on your good nature by giving an American specimen. The scene is laid
in the suburbs of New York. It was a prose tale, and we fancy we have not
diminished the height, breadth or depth of the humour by grinding it in our
poetical mill and having it flow out in rhyme.
There is a man, his name is Brown,
He lives in a suburban town
And has an office in the city,
His misfortunes you will pity.
His mind it was on stocks and change,
He cared not for things new or strange ;
But agent managed him to hook
And sold to him a costly book.
Brown cared not for those glorious names-
Died for religion in the flames;
Now he felt agent was a Tartar
For selling him a book of martyr.
The agent knew it would make strife,
But sold another to his wife;
She did not know that Brown had bought,
And agent on her easy wrought .
Approaching her with winning smile
He poor woman did beguile.
He made her believe without a doubt
No Christian could do without
This book, which would all inspire
With spark of celestial fire,
With feelings like the first martyr
Who had died for Christian charter.
When Brown did home return at night
His wife, to add to his delight,
Resolved that she would, after tea,
Get chatting with her husband free
And tell him of fine book she bought ;
Of trouble fresh she never thought,
But she noticed a gloomy frown
On the brow of her husband Brown,
But thought when I my purchase tell
Those dark clouds they will dispel ;
She said, my dear, I bought martyr,
He looked as if he her could quarter.
And said the scoundrel sold me book ;
Out of the window then he did look
And saw the agent haste to train ;
He tried to stop him, but in vain ;
Smith then was passing in spring waggon,
And he had his trotting nag on ;
He told him to stop book agent ;
His escape for to prevent,
Smith told him Brown wanted him ;
But agent-nothing daunted him ;
Said he : He only wants to barter
With me for my book of Martyr.
If thats all, said Smith, with quick dash,
Give me his book, and here's your cash ;
Book agent jumped aboard the car,
For he knew there would be war;
Smith met Brown with triumphant look-
Said he : I have got you the book ;
Brown's feelings now no one could paint,
He there did show he was no saint ;
But to big own home he now returned,
And fierce rage in his bosom burned ;
He was not fit for Knight of Garter
When he brought in the third martyr.
poem by James McIntyre
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Delirium
Delirium
So she thinks she's got a new boyfriend
But the two of them have never met
She's already got his name tattooed
In a heart across her chest
With his pictures plastered on her wall
But he has never called
And even all her friends they say:
'You're living in delirium'
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you live in delirium
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da
Secretly she's stalking him on the streets
Making sure she's one step behind
They even went to the movies together
Or at least they stood in the same line
She tells everyone he sends her flowers
And love letters he sends her too
And they talk on the phone for hours
It's obvious shes come on blue
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you live in deliri
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you're livin' in delirium
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Every night you find her all alone
Fantasising about the brand new home
And she's waiting for the bells the ring a ding-a-ling
Oh, God, she's lost her mind
And her friends tell her all the time
That it's make-believe
This guy she sees it's her disease
She's living in delirium
She's so happy that she found someone
But she's still living in delirium
She's so happy that she found someone
But she's still living in delirium
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you're livin' in delirium
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you're livin' in delirium
(She's so happy that she found someone
But she's still living in delirium)
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you're livin' in delirium
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you're livin' in delirium
(She's so happy that she found someone
But she's still living in delirium)
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you're livin' in delirium
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you're livin' in delirium
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you're livin' in delirium
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The Reality Of Life
The preacher, during this senseless life, have seen everything
Everything including a nation dies for being right
Everything including immoral lives to his prime
Destroy yourself not for being too good or acting you know it all
Destroy yourself not for being too evil or acting as a major deceiver
Stay on the right track
Stay on the midpoint of life
Trust God and there’s nothing impossible
Be sensitive
Be wise
Then you’ll be tougher than those powerful leaders
You are not alone
I am not alone
Not a single person in this world always does right
Heard not those things every person says,
Everyone cursed everybody
Haven’t you cursed your neighbor as well?
Be smart
Try to understand life’s entire question
Life is the hardest lesson
In every question, an answer is too much
Too much to understand
Therefore, study everything you can understand
Learn from every lesson
Be wise enough to discover what life is all about.
Ask yourself why it is stupid and senseless to be an evil fool
Understand the answers
God created us with honesty
But we end up with twisted minds
No one is smart enough to explain all life’s questions
Just be wise
It makes you cheerful and gives you a smile
(Inspired from: The Book of Ecclesiastes 7: 15-29; 8: 1 CEV)
poem by Shelomith Noarbe
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Unyielding heart
Since he died,
her days are full.
Life goes quickly
and so it should
Since he died she toils,
works longer hours
has more hobbies
and new friends.
Since he died
her throat is tight
she hardly sleeps
the gap is wide.
Since he died
she reminisces,
recalls his kisses,
those warm full lips.
Since he died
her heart still beats
it will not stop ___
It defies her.
poem by Ruth Walters
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A Beautiful Nature To Wonder!
Sunset has created golden orange Sky to muse over;
I wonder at the beauty of Nature as never before!
It is wonderful to look at the splendour for hours on;
Such a beauty leaves one ever in spell bound state!
After darkness engulfs everywhere Stars switch on
Creating a beauty of heaven that cools down mind;
Gives relaxation that nothing can give better then;
Time passes without notice and i have to hurry home!
At night sleep even in dreams such scenes give fun
Making one forget everything of world matters then!
The spell of Nature has such a power no one avoid
If one lives in harmony with Nature for better in life!
I wonder if there is any other thing can replace Nature;
Indeed of all creations of God Nature is paramount one!
poem by Ramesh T A
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So Hurt
Its hard I know to understand
Nothing lasts for ever
The things you used to say and do
The places you would go to meet
When you were together
You set your face against the tide
The harsh words that were spoken
But after all the anger
The shouting and the tears
You found your heart was broken
Fight the tears
Fight the fever
Dont give in
Soul deceiver
So hurt
With the pain you cant hide
So lost
And lonely inside
So hurt
When the feeling has died
So hurt
With the pain you cant hide
So lost
And lonely inside
So hurt
When the feeling has died
Just like the clock went back ten years
To make a new beginning
To work out how to live your life
To take the board and play the game
And recognise youre winning
Your memories mean nothing now
Youre just a little older
Moving forward with the crowd
Silent fears but laughing loud
Not wiser but just bolder
Fight the tears
Fight the fever
Fight the hurt
Dont give up
So hurt
With the pain you cant hide
So lost
And lonely inside
So hurt
When the feeling has died
So hurt
With the pain you cant hide
So lost
And lonely inside
So hurt
When the feeling has died
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On The Execution Of Timothy McVeigh
He will be long remembered due to his heinous crime
For such barbaric acts of cowardliness don't fade away in time
Because of him one hundred and sixty eight had died and he left many with horrific injuries
And memories of him will live on like all bad memories.
But before condemning Tim McVeigh we ought to not forget
That there are as bad still alive as he who will never be put to death
Who are looked upon as heroes where can one draw the line?
So many innocents have died in the name of war yet to many that seems fine.
The leaders who have ordered foreign cities to be bombed from the carnage far away
Live in happy retirement our ageing heroes of today
The blood of innocents on their hands but that seems quite okay
But the wrongs and rights of the taking of human life not for mankind to say.
The war leaders order their fighter pilots to bomb cities far away
But for acts of terror in their homeland there is all hell to pay
And Tim McVeigh for act of terrorism died tightly strapped to a chair
Whilst the one responsible for thousands of deaths lives as a free millionaire.
One seen as a villian and the other a hero though I see them as the same
For one cannot make an excuse for brutal acts of shame
One died though lethal injection the other ageing and gray
Lives in the lap of luxury and a hero still today.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Comfort To A Youth That Had Lost His Love
What needs complaints,
When she a place
Has with the race
Of saints?
In endless mirth,
She thinks not on
What's said or done
In earth:
She sees no tears,
Or any tone
Of thy deep groan
She hears;
Nor does she mind,
Or think on't now,
That ever thou
Wast kind:--
But changed above,
She likes not there,
As she did here,
Thy love.
--Forbear, therefore,
And lull asleep
Thy woes, and weep
No more.
poem by Robert Herrick
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A Triad
Maybe I was far too young
For the first,
Who chased her hearts desire
And fell under the spell
Of another.
The second thought
That life was cathing up with her
And somewhere with the passing years
Her feelings died down
And she casted her spell
On a wealthy lover.
The third is still with me
And she stays true
And before we met
I dreamt of her
And destiny
Pointed her out to me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Here is everything which can lay hold of the eye, ear and imagination - everything which can charm and bewitch the simple and ignorant. I wonder how Luther ever broke the spell.
quote by John Adams
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Of Charity
A beggar died last night; his soul
Went up to God, and said:
'I come uncalled, forgive it, Lord;
I died for want of bread.'
Then answered him the Lord of heaven:
'Son, how can this thing be?
Are not my saints on earth? and they
Had surely succoured thee.'
'Thy saints, O Lord,' the beggar said,
'Live holy lives of prayer;
How should they know of such as we?
We perish unaware.
'They strive to save our wicked souls
And fit them for the sky;
Meanwhile, not having bread to eat,
(Forgive!) our bodies die.'
Then the Lord God spake out of heaven
In wrath and angry pain:
'O men, for whom my Son hath died,
My Son hath lived in vain!'
poem by Arthur Symons
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Earth's Secret
Not solitarily in fields we find
Earth's secret open, though one page is there;
Her plainest, such as children spell, and share
With bird and beast; raised letters for the blind.
Not where the troubled passions toss the mind,
In turbid cities, can the key be bare.
It hangs for those who hither thither fare,
Close interthreading nature with our kind.
They, hearing History speak, of what men were,
And have become, are wise. The gain is great
In vision and solidity; it lives.
Yet at a thought of life apart from her,
Solidity and vision lose their state,
For Earth, that gives the milk, the spirit gives.
poem by George Meredith
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‘Happy Birthday! ’ Dear Doctor
Well, fifty years have flown off rather fast,
Since you became a doctor of repute!
So evergreen are memories of past,
When birthdays come and add a year acute.
The toil and struggles had made life worthwhile!
Whoever thought that you would do so well?
Reminiscences bring to face a smile;
The joys though lesser outdid woes, we tell.
But who had made the mighty difference, say?
And who had given success despite strife?
Without a doubt, it was God, all the way!
Let’s thank the Almighty in earthly life!
The thread of life gets snapped by God’s decree;
God does not bother about our degree!
Doctor ‘Happy Birthday!
May God bless you today!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-18-2010
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The Lives Of The Saints
The lives of the saints are very good
Because the saints takes care of their health and Hygiene very well
The saints always changes their clothes everyday because they transpire Very fast in heaven due to the heat that is turned on in the winter in Heaven
Yes it gets very hot in heaven that sometimes they have to open the Windows just a bit so they can get some fresh air
And heaven is home to the saints
But the saints love living in heaven because there is no noise or Violence
During the day the saints leaves heaven and come down to earth to Help in a food bunk and they get paid for their work
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Lives Of The Saints Ii
The lives of the saints are very good
Because the saints takes care of their health and Hygiene very well
The saints always changes their clothes everyday because they transpire Very fast in heaven due to the heat that is turned on in the Winter in heaven
Yes it gets very hot in heaven that sometimes they have to open the Windows just a bit so they can get some fresh air
And heaven is home to the saints
But the saints love living in heaven because there is no noise or violence
During the day the saints leaves heaven and come down to earth to Help in a food bank and they get paid for their work
poem by Aldo Kraas
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A lucid dance
A lucid dance
~
The lucid dance of thought
leads me into the unknown
a flight of fancy and make belief
I play upon it in my silence
wanting, dreaming, forgetting
myself completely
I build another personality
only to shatter the illusion
by a word, a single word
I do not speak that word
I do not write it down
to witness it in the ink of the page
I hear it in my thoughts
whispered through closed lips
so only a thought hears it
amid the lucid dance
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Death Of Agnes
Now that the sunlight dies in my eyes,
And the moonlight grows in my hair,
I who was never very wise,
Never was very fair,
Virgin and martyr all my life,
What has life left to give
Me--who was never mother nor wife,
Never got leave to live?
Nothing of life could I clasp or claim,
Nothing could steal or save.
So when you come to carve my name,
Give me life in my grave.
To keep me warm when I sleep alone
A lie is little to give;
Call me 'Magdalen' on my stone,
Though I died and did not live.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Mr Wise Guy
(r palmer)
Whod ever guess to look at her?
They say shes a dancer but they dont fool me
You thought you knew it all, cos youd been there
Thought she was a flirt you didnt know her
You kissed the girls and made them cry
You thought you would be only hello-goodbye
But now a twist of love has changed your world
Till I kissed her I was just another wise guy
You thought you were so cool
(wise guy)
You had all the right moves
You said beware shell break your heart
Shes about to turn around and prove you wrong
You thought you had the map, shes off the chart
Try to keep up with her if youre such a wise guy
Her kisses gave you the clue
(wise guy)
And now you know what to do
Didnt gamble, never won a prize
Rush to judgement and you pay the price
How could you presume to be qualified
If it bit you wouldnt recognise it!
You said love was for fools
(wise guy)
Then she broke all your rules
Whod ever guess to look at her
They shes a teaser but they cant fool me
Because I met my match when I met her;
Hast la vista mr wise guy
You misjudged her so eat humble pie
Your opinion wasnt justified
You were cautious, youd been hurt inside
Wouldnt risk it so you just criticised her
You said love was for fools
(wise guy)
But love knows better than you
(wise guy)
You thought you were so cool
(wise guy)
But now we know whos the fool
(mr wise guy)
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Dump Trudeau's Charter Feb 7th,2011
Could Trudeau’s Charter destroy us and could we ourselves be to blame?
With polygamy and abortions and no one thinks it’s strange,
With thousands of refugees and lawyers all claiming Charter rights,
En route to the appointed Supreme Court with their Charter fights.
Are we locked in Trudeau’s Charter or is there a way out?
Is it because less than half of us vote; is that what it’s about?
How do we get rid of Trudeau’s Charter and back to where we were?
Is it possible that Canadians might realize we’ve erred?
How do we get our politicians to even pay attention?
Could binding referendums or propositions stop dissension?
Because no one wants to even read the writing on the wall,
Are the anti police agitators gathering at the mall?
Feb 7th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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