The Times Are Nightfall
The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less;
The times are winter, watch, a world undone:
They waste, they wither worse; they as they run
Or bring more or more blazon man’s distress.
And I not help. Nor word now of success:
All is from wreck, here, there, to rescue one—
Work which to see scarce so much as begun
Makes welcome death, does dear forgetfulness.
Or what is else? There is your world within.
There rid the dragons, root out there the sin.
Your will is law in that small commonweal…
poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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So Much To Do
The face of the world is a homely face,
And the look of the world unkind,
When harsh on your arm a hand it lays
And bids you into the grind,
That 's little to your mind, my dear,
That 's little to your mind.
But it 's work that counts in the world, you see;
Not what we dream, but do:
For the dreamer of dreams, whatever he be,
If he 'd have his dreams come true,
Must be a workman, too, my dear,
Must be a workman, too.
So much to do; so much to know;
So much that life would shirk!
But each is one of a hive below,
The world's great Hive of Irk,
Where each must do his work, my dear,
Each one must do his work.
A song, a look, a word of cheer,
Will help more than a sigh!
For this is the law of the hive, my dear,
That every bee must try, my dear,
And all the drones must die, my dear,
That all the drones must die.
Oft-times it seems that the end is far,
And the work we do, in vain;
That night will never reveal a star,
And day bring only rain,
To trouble our hearts again, my dear,
To trouble our hearts again.
But ever the stars are shining there
With ever the old regard;
And be it foul, or be it fair,
However long debarred,
All work has its reward, my dear,
All work has its reward.
Could summer come without the rose?
Or morn without the sun?
And thus shall toil bring soul's repose
To each and every one,
Whose work at last is done, my dear,
Whose work at last is done.
For the face of the world is a homely face,
But the look in its eyes is kind
To him who sets his heart's brisk pace
To the work he has in mind,
And turns not with the wind, my dear,
And turns not with the wind.
poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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The war's begun
The war's begun,
The world is done.
Give up now.
And let us go.
Looking all around,
Everyone is down.
The world is in ashes,
Cause the war's begun.
Fire spreads,
The world is dead.
They have lied,
Cause the game's begun.
Living in a world.
Full of ashes.
Loss of breath,
Then I go down.
The war's begun,
The world is done.
Can't you see,
We just want to be free?
Let us go,
Everyone knows.
The secret's out,
Cause the war's begun.
They have lied,
And they,
Just watch us,
Die.
We fade away,
Like a bad memory.
They just watch,
And do nothing.
The war's begun,
The world is done.
Why do they,
Just watch us die...
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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A Hundred Times Over
A hundred times over words have flowed through my fingers to the keys
A hundred times over I have released the freedom that is in my mind,
A hundred times over I have become one with my inter most longing,
A hundred times over I have taken a journey to show you my own world.
A hundred times over I have written of pain and life, of sorrow and joy,
A hundred times over I have used my art to show you what's in my mind
A hundred times over again I will show you.
A hundred times over I have cried for those, whose names are untold,
A hundred times over I have showed you their pain.
A hundred times over I have become their connection to you,
A hundred times over I have showed you the beauty of our world,
A hundred times over I have taken you somewhere you may never see,
A hundred times over my words have screamed the horror of darkness,
A hundred times over I have sung to you the beauty of light,
A hundred times over I have taken your hand to lead you to a new place
A hundred time over I have written for those who have no words to write
A hundred times over I have tried to show truth in a world of lies,
A hundred times over I have have tried to show the world's beauty,
A hundred times over again I will lead down these paths,
A hundred times over and over again I will show you reality,
A hundred times over and over again I shall show you my world,
A hundred times over and over again until you have memorised truth,
A hundred times over again until you can repeat what I have told,
A hundred times over again shall I create an art of words, time, of life.
A hundred times over again I shall do this,
A hundred times over again.
A hundred times over.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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The World You Live In
Joe and suzie melson
May the world you live in bring the good life
That grows sweeter as it mellows with time
May the world you live in be a world love lives in
A love like your love and mine
May the children you bear bring contentment
As you guide them with your gentle hand
May you know all the things true love can bring
Between a woman and a man
May the dreams that you build always be filled
Keep the love shining in your eyes
If the bad times or the sad times ever come to you
Let this man be the one that you always turn to
May the seasons of your life touch you gently
And may happiness you always find
May these arms that surround you always be around you
And the world that you live in forever be mine
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Those Times Of Nothing To Do
THOSE TIMES OF HAVING NOTHING TO DO
Those times of having nothing to do
Those times of one’s own meaninglessness
Those times when Time itself – an unending stretch of emptiness
Those times when one must somehow find the way
To dare one small step
Another small step
Step after step
Out the door
In order to be shocked by a whole other world
In which the burden of what one is and is not
Is if only for some moments
Not at the center
Of one’s consciousness.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Dear Momma
dear momma
i'm sorry for all the times
i lost my temper
fr the times i was rude
for all the times you
were patience with me
a viture that i lack
i'm sorry
for all the times i scared you
when i would go out and get drunk.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for being cruel
i'm sorry for all the times i lied
i'm sorry fro the times i stole from you
i'm truly sorry
i'm sorry for everything i have done to you
all i am asking is for you to forgive me
because i want to turn things around
and earn my trust back
i know it's a little to late
my deed can't be undone
i realize now that i was wrong
and i'm sorry momma
please forgive your daugther.
poem by Laudine Warbus
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Fighting Dragons
For fighting the fate
I need to be brave
Gathering courage for
Hunting all
The dragons of our time.
In our dreams
No dragons must appear,
Go chase them out of our world.
Dreaming of dragons
Remembering good times
As a legend that still shines
Gather all your force to fight
Or get the help of a brave knight.
No one must ever destroy our dreams
So keep on fighting the dragons.
Somewhere Near Japan
Late last night I got an s. o. s.
The fairy tale girls in deep in distress
She says I dont know where I am
But its near japan
My engines all burned out
My crew has all bailed out
I dont know where I am
But its somewhere near japan
And she said
Rescue me
Im somewhere in the
China sea
I think Im sinkin fast
This call is probably my last
Im throwin out a life line
And Im doin it for old times sake
Though I know youre gonna break my heart
One more time
Late last night I got an s. o. s.
The fairy tale girls in deep in distress
She says I dont know where I am
But its near japan
My engines all burned out
My crew has all bailed out
I dont know where I am
But its somewhere near japan
And she said thank you dear
I think she sounded quite sincere
And when she turned to go
She said I crave adventure dont you know
And now shes driftin on some chinese junk
Her world is spinning and her hope has sunk
So I close my eyes
And somewhere near japan
The spinning stopped and the world stood still
I broke her fall and I always will
Strung out in no mans land
Somewhere near japan
Rescue me
song performed by by Beach Boys
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No Small Miracle
No small miracle
By kenny chesney
In a little town down south
Theres little plowboard house
With a wolf outside the door
And in the bedroom theres a light
Its been staying on all night
For at least a month or more
The heartaches and the bills keep coming due
And with all theyre going through
Chorus
Its no small miracle that love hangs on
Hearts get weary when hope is gone
In a world where roses wither and die
Its no small miracle when love survives
Its been uphill for a while
But he still makes her smile
Every now and then
Lately they been finding out
Its the little things that count
And they do what they can
He tells her he loves her everyday
She says things will be ok
Chorus
In a world where roses wither and die
Its no small miracle when love survives
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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There Are Times
There are times
when life goes topsy-turvy.
There are times
when we are full of dismay.
There are times
when pebbles dropped in water
can be felt across the bay.
There are times
when life gets a little crazy
and we know not which way to turn.
There are times
when everything is rosy
and in everyone’s life, there is sunshine.
There are times
when you feel lazy
and want the world to roll on by.
There are times
your world is filled with laughter.
There are times
when you want to
just sit down and cry.
There is a time for everything
and it will happen when it wants to.
We can only live from day to day
and take these times when they happen.
11 August 2008
poem by David Harris
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The New York Times
Oh,
It makes no sense to me
Yeah, I was living in a different world when I heard the news
I keep having the same bad dream
And it makes me want to hurt all the people who have done this thing to you
When I see your face, I can see you smile
Read all about you in the new york times
When I see your eyes, I can see your light
When I think about what happened
It makes me crazy
It makes no sense to me,
This eye for an eye thing,
It has gone too far
I dont know anyone who doesnt hurt inside
I would like to believe we could learn from this
And maybe some day we can make things right
I want to believe in this world
I want to believe in this life
I want to believe in a world that does not seem real
When you read between the lines
When I see your face, I can see you smile
Read all about you in my new york times
When I see your eyes, I can see your light
When I read about the world
It makes me crazy
I want to believe in this world
I want to believe in this life
I want to believe in a world that does not seem real
When you read between the lines
Gotta read between the lines
Whoa, gotta read between the lines
I really want to believe I can make things right
I want to believe I can learn to feel alright inside
I want to believe I can learn to make things right
Oh, I want to believe in this world
I want to believe in this life
I want to believe in a world that does not seem real
When I read the new york times
I see your face, I see your smile
Read all about you in the new york times
I can see your eyes, I can see your light
When I think about what happened
It just makes me crazy
When I close my eyes
You seem so alive
I really think about you
I want to believe we can make things right
I want to believe
I want to believe
I want to believe
I want to believe
Oh, I want to believe in this world
I want to believe in this life
I want to believe in a world that does not seem real
When I read the new york times
song performed by by Everclear
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A Ninth Birthday
Three times thrice hath winter's rough white wing
Crossed and curdled wells and streams with ice
Since his birth whose praises love would sing
Three times thrice.
Earth nor sea bears flower nor pearl of price
Fit to crown the forehead of my king,
Honey meet to please him, balm, nor spice.
Love can think of nought but love to bring
Fit to serve or do him sacrifice
Ere his eyes have looked upon the spring
Three times thrice.
II.
Three times thrice the world has fallen on slumber,
Shone and waned and withered in a trice,
Frost has fettered Thames and Tyne and Humber
Three times thrice,
Fogs have swoln too thick for steel to slice,
Cloud and mud have soiled with grime and umber
Earth and heaven, defaced as souls with vice,
Winds have risen to wreck, snows fallen to cumber,
Ships and chariots, trapped like rats or mice,
Since my king first smiled, whose years now number
Three times thrice.
III.
Three times thrice, in wine of song full-flowing,
Pledge, my heart, the child whose eyes suffice,
Once beheld, to set thy joy-bells going
Three times thrice.
Not the lands of palm and date and rice
Glow more bright when summer leaves them glowing,
Laugh more light when suns and winds entice.
Noon and eve and midnight and cock-crowing,
Child whose love makes life as paradise,
Love should sound your praise with clarions blowing
Three times thrice.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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These Are The Times
I hear voices from beyond the veil
They reverberate in mystery
There are shadows in my heart
And they multiply in memory
And the comrades that I've lost out there
In the scattered ruins still speak to me
If the flickering light of your campfire dims
The world grows smaller
It's closing in
I'm standing here
And I want you to live
I know
These are the times we find out who we really are
This will be when a true friend stands at your side
Someone like me who wants to
Believe in the days of high times and innocence
Drawing the lines and shouting back to the night
Someone like me who wants you to live
And from those who've seen the light beyond
We know the end will bring tranquility
But the voices of the friends they heard
Brought them back to this reality
Tough the beacon of light in your life seems dim
The sun's coming up on the world we're in
There are choices here
And I want you to live
I know
These are the times we find out who we really are
This will be when a true friend stands at your side
One more like me
Who wants to believe in the truth of all we experienced
To live again to jump back into the fight
Someone like me who wants you to live
Pouring light from the sky
Portends you and I
Disappears in the night
I still remember
I hear voices from beyond the veil
Like a faint unfinished symphony
Though the beacon of light in your life seems dim
The sun's coming up on the world we're in
I'm standing here
And I want you to live
I know
These are the times we find out who we really are
This will be when a true friend stands at
song performed by by Styx
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Money makes the world go round.
Honesty becomes corruption
Loyalty is near it extinction
Though peculiar it may sound
Money makes the world go round.
People’s happiness is now money
Truthfulness seems a joke so funny
Many examples you’ll find around
Money makes the world go round.
Now jobs depend totally on salaries
Artistic halls are now empty galleries
Many witnesses can be found
Money makes the world go round.
Money! Money! Leads to crimes
Happy moments turn to sorrowful times
But bad deeds are bound to rebound
Money makes the world go round.
Hard work leads to true success
Hardworking never face this silly mess
Here LOYALTY and TRUTHFULNESS is found
Money makes the world go round.
-Tanvi Rattan
poem by Tanvi Rattan
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Happy The Times Were
Happy the times were when we were free of our troubles
Happy the times were when we rode around in the car with the wind in our hair.
Dancing in the rain in the middle of the street
Running in the sprinklers at the football field at night
We were happy knowing that we weren't going anywhere
Who knew our fun would end sooner than we thought.
Winter came and all of our fun disappeared into the snow and dead leaves.
Happy the times were when everything was in our hands
But now things hang by a loose thread, not making any sense at all
Looking back at the small town with a couple of thousand to keep us company
Looking back as we drive away to the 'supposed' new great life
Happy the times were when we lived in the small town we loved so dear
Happy the times were when we had Sonora.
poem by Kamilla Davila
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I Remember It All
In times gone by I remember it all
The fun we had
The friends I made
The love I won and lost
The fiery anger that burns the soul and makes my mind a cloud
It hurts my heart to tell you this
My head is in a fix
I hate this world in its dark
In times gone by I remember it all
The roads I should have taken
The things I forgot
The people whose lives destroyed
The stupid things that I have done
The evil things
I hated the things I did
The dangerous paths I took
In times gone by I remember it all
I remember the words unspoken
The pain that still sits on the heart
The problems that wreck the soul
and never been resolved
In times gone by I remember it all
The pain, the heartbreak
The laughter
I remember the good times and the bad
The stories told and untold
In times gone by I remember
The memories I have made
poem by Rachel Branscombe
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A Sunday Prayer 16
Dear God as I look out my window
after the hard morning rain
at the sunshine beginning to peek
through a sky of blue.
I want to thank you God
first for your son Jesus
who has shown us a better way,
but also a beautiful dawn each day.
Dear God I want to thank you
for all the good things in my life,
all my friends and family
of which I hold so dear.
Please could you forgive me
for my self-indulgent at times
when I only think of me?
When I ignore the needs of the world
and only think of mine. In addition,
for my grumbling selfishly
that the world is hard on me,
when I know full well
there are others worse of than me.
Dear God I would be more than grateful
if you could do these things for me,
and let me be a better person
that I really am.
Amen
poem by David Harris
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You're The Buddha
There were times when i thought there was nothin' in this world
There was nothin' in this world for me
Everywhere i looked there was trouble in my life
Trouble far as i could see
Hey there's a man doin' alright
What's his philosophy?
He come over here and whispered in my ear
You're the buddha, you're the christ,
You're the mohammed, and the mother mary
So who am i so nervous and shy
To be brilliant and talented
It's the light not the dark that frightens us most
And the power lies in our head
You playin' small doesn't help at all
The world need the things you give
Switch yourself on, turn the pressure on
You're the buddha, you're the christ,
You're the mohammed, and the mother mary
There are times when i think there's plenty in this world
There's plenty in this world for me
Anytime i see trouble in my life
It becomes an opportunity
Now there's a chance to make the world dance
You do it unconsciously
Help this winter turn into spring
You're the buddha, you're the christ,
You're the mohammed, and the mother mary
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Only Trying To Help
How do I put a name to it?
I'm speaking of something I love as much as life itself.
A passion, a desire, a heart set on fire.
It makes me so happy, yet it is work and tiny bit of profit could be made.
Not for those who can richly afford.
But those way below this par.
Something so small time.
But something that effects so many lives.
An inner existence in times past.
No rush upon that which is not meant to be done fast.
A mastering of a craft.
Working backwards back to square one.
To where it first started.
Pour the gasoline and watch as it becomes ignited.
Every time I think of this it gets me excited.
I'm always tinkering and experimenting.
I just want to understand it in the way a little child does.
Yet I could never truly claim it as my own, but instead as a gift to share.
As I have done many times before.
But this time I want to be bigger.
I want it to be with the whole world.
Here's a little piece of me for everybody.
Trying deliver the goods beyond my expectations.
Nobody can be a tougher critic then yourself.
I'm only trying to help.
Let these last words sit upon your mind.
For within them can I only be truly be defined.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Words
I know somebody that says things
without thinking about it
and without caring
about the impact of words.
Where words are at times innocent,
it can be deadly
and at times it’s impossible,
to make things
that has been said undone.
Words can make people,
can inspire, cheer on,
bring gladness,
but just like that
words can break people
and cause great unhappiness.
It’s wise to care about every word
and to protect your mouth
before you speak
and really hurt somebody.
[Reference: “Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits.” Proverbs 18: 21.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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