To R.B.
The fine delight that fathers thought; the strong
Spur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame,
Breathes once and, quenchèd faster than it came,
Leaves yet the mind a mother of immortal song.
Nine months she then, nay years, nine years she long
Within her wears, bears, cares and moulds the same:
The widow of an insight lost she lives, with aim
Now known and hand at work now never wrong.
Sweet fire the sire of muse, my soul needs this;
I want the one rapture of an inspiration.
O then if in my lagging lines you miss
The roll, the rise, the carol, the creation,
My winter world, that scarcely breathes that bliss
Now, yields you, with some sighs, our explanation.
poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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Ocean of wisdom Vavroovahana Patra
Mother Vinapanee blessth to make wise;
Illiterates’ become wise with her bliss.
Appears in profound solitude;
Loves poets’ gratitude.
Mother is a Divine Deity;
Is the cause of Earth’s Beauty.
With her bliss poet’s name dazzles in passes of history;
She is a Broke of Delight.
With her bliss poets are immortal on Earth;
Her love is an Ocean of mirth.
Mother loves poets, singers, film stars;
With profound love she contents their desires.
Mother provides inspiration to live peacefully;
People being educated live delightfully.
Provides qualitative education;
Is the benevolent Deity of creation.
Mother eradicates illiteracy;
In all people plays waves of delight.
Poet’s surrender on the feet of Mother;
Contents poet’s desire.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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On The Poetic Muse
Far, far above this world I soar,
And almost nature lose,
Aerial regions to explore,
With this ambitious Muse.
My towering thoughts with pinions rise,
Upon the gales of song,
Which waft me through the mental skies,
With music on my tongue.
My Muse is all on mystic fire,
Which kindles in my breast;
To scenes remote she doth aspire,
As never yet exprest.
Wrapt in the dust she scorns to lie,
Call'd by new charms away;
Nor will she e'er refuse to try
Such wonders to survey.
Such is the quiet bliss of soul,
When in some calm retreat,
Where pensive thoughts like streamlets roll,
And render silence sweet;
And when the vain tumultuous crowd
Shakes comfort from my mind,
My muse ascends above the cloud
And leaves the noise behind.
With vivid flight she mounts on high
Above the dusky maze,
And with a perspicacious eye
Doth far 'bove nature gaze.
poem by George Moses Horton
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Change
1 I shall not wonder more, then,
2 But I shall know.
3 Leaves change, and birds, flowers,
4 And after years are still the same.
5 The sea's breast heaves in sighs to the moon,
6 But they are moon and sea forever.
7 As in other times the trees stand tense and lonely,
8 And spread a hollow moan of other times.
9 You will be you yourself,
10 I'll find you more, not else,
11 For vintage of the woeful years.
12 The sea breathes, or broods, or loudens,
13 Is bright or is mist and the end of the world;
14 And the sea is constant to change.
15 I shall not wonder more, then,
16 But I shall know.
poem by Raymond Knister
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Address To Music
OH thou! whose soft, bewitching lyre,
Can lull the sting of pain to rest;
Oh thou! whose warbling notes inspire,
The pensive muse with visions blest;
Sweet music! let thy melting airs
Enhance my joys, and sooth my cares!
Is there enchantment in thy voice,
Thy dulcet harp, thy moving measure;
To bid the mournful mind rejoice,
To raise the fairy form of pleasure?
Yes, heav'nly maid! a charm is thine,
A magic art, a spell divine!
Sweet music! when thy notes we hear,
Some dear remembrance oft they bring,
Of friends belov'd, no longer near,
And days that flew on rapture's wing;
Hours of delight that long are past,
And dreams of joy, too bright to last!
And oft 'tis thine the soul to fire,
With glory's animating flame,
Bid valor's noble sons aspire
To win th' immortal wreath of fame
Thine too, the soft, expressive tones,
That pity, tender pity owns!
Oh harmony! celestial pow'r!
Thou syren of the melting soul!
In sorrow's reign, in pleasure's hour,
My heart shall own thy blest control;
And ever let thy moving airs,
Enhance my joys and sooth my cares!
poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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Drift Away
Day after day, I'm more confused
Yet I look for the light through the pourin' rain
You know that's a game that I hate to loose
And I'm feelin' the strain
Ain't it a shame.
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away.
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away.
Sometimes I think I'm wastin' my time
I don't understand the things I do
The world outside looks so unkind
And I'm countin' on you
To carry me through.
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away.
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away.
And when my mind is free
You know a melody can move me
And when I'm feelin' blue
The guitar's comin' through
To soothe me.
Thanks for the joy (for 20 years) you brought me
I (sure) believe in your song
Your rhythm and rhyme and harmony
You help me along
Makin' me strong.
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away.
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away.
OH HO AH HO..
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away.
HEY, HEY,HEY, YA
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away.
Na, Na, now won't ya
Won't ya take, OH HA ..take me.
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Sweet Inspiration
Written by s. welton-jaimes, j. & m. jaimes
Sweet inspiration
Through the nation
With elation for your love
Inspiration, sweet inspiration
Sweet inspiration
Through the nation
With elation for your love
Inspiration, sweet sensation
You really do something special to me
And theres nothing better
Than when youre lying in my arms
So glad we got together
I never needed nobody
Until you came along
And this feelings so strong
I should be working on something
But I aint got the time
Ive got you on my mind
Sweet inspiration
Baby youre my, sweet inspiration
Baby youre my, sweet inspiration
Baby youre my, sweet inspiration
The thought of you gives me butterflies
And I feel so happy
Whenever you reach out for me
This is how it should be
And Ive just got to be with you
Nothing else can compare
Just as long as youre there
And Ill never desert you
Cos you fill me with pride
Baby you changed my life
Sweet inspiration
Baby youre my, sweet inspiration
Baby youre my, sweet inspiration
Baby youre my, sweet inspiration
When I cant think clearly
Just one kiss is all I need
Then I look in your eyes
And I know, I know, I know, Im yours
Sweet inspiration
Through the nation
With elation for your love
Inspiration, sweet sensation
Sweet inspiration
Baby youre my, sweet inspiration
Baby youre my, sweet inspiration
Baby youre my, sweet inspiration
We got the love
Yeah got the love
We got the love
Yeah got the love
We got the love !!
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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The Iliad
Tear forever the garland of Homer, and number the fathers
Of the immortal work, that through all time will survive!
Yet it has but one mother, and bears that mother's own feature,
'Tis thy features it bears,--Nature,--thy features eterne!
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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To Mrs. Barber
See, the bright Sun renews his annual Course,
Each Beam re--tinges, and revives its Force,
By Years uninjur'd; so may'st thou remain,
Not Time from thee, but thou from Time may'st gain:
O might the Fates thy vital Thread prolong,
And make thy Life immortal, as thy Song!
Less Lustre waits the God, when he refines
The rip'ning Metal in Peruvian Mines;
Brightens the Crystal with transparent Day,
Or points the Di'mond with its sparkling Ray;
Than when, delighted, he thy Soul inspires,
Informs thy Judgment, and thy Fancy fires;
Assists thee striking out some bold Design,
And breathes immortal Honours on each Line:
In common as His Rays on all descend,
So You the Great delight, the Poor befriend:
As Heat productive His bright Beams bestow,
So, warm with Life, your pow'rful Numbers flow:
As He from Clouds bursts forth divinely bright,
So Envy sets You in a fairer Light:
Yet, tho' thus far Similitude we see,
One Thing disturbs the wond'rous Harmony;
With faded Light the Winter Sun appears,
Whilst You shine brighter in Decline of Years.
poem by Mary Barber
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So long, too long!
So long, too long!
Back in the days and back in time;
Struggling from the roots of Africa to identify myself;
But, born in 1961! !
So long, too long!
From yesterday with my muse of love;
And like today with the problems of the earth,
But, is this the future? ! !
The African story,
The African struggle,
The African muse,
The African experience,
The African hardships,
With the hustle and bustle to identify myself to the status of this world;
But, i am still moving on without giving up! !
For, nobody knows tomorrow.
So long, too long!
But, all the fingers are not equal;
And like the movements of the snail and tortoise,
However, i will surely reach there when you also do get there.
This life,
This muse,
This continent,
This mind,
This writer and his story! !
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
This is my life,
This is my muse,
This is my mind,
This is myact,
And, i am now presenting my love to you;
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
1961,
Born in Africa;
Yes, from 1961 to the present time! !
Struggling to make ends meet;
And, like the life seen in the slums of Africa!
But, it has taken me so long, too long! !
Africa, Africa, Africa, Africa! ! !
The land of my birth and my homeland;
But, i am still finding my way through the dark forest to represent myself to the world,
With hopes and dreams every now ansd then without giving up!
But, it has taken me so long, too long! !
Back in the days,
Oh yes! ! And, like the days of yesterday gone by;
But today, you can read my lines to know who i am!
And like the muse of sweet love in the land of peace,
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
This is it,
This is me,
That is it,
That is my muse,
Here i am and, this is my mind! !
With the sweet love from my heart brewed in the African Pot;
Touching the minds of many and, ready to educate others,
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
Come and enter into my world so sweet with your love,
Come and taste the muse of my love with your mind,
And like the aroma of sweet love from the bed of roses;
Where, the delight of love is crowned with peace and care,
But, this journey on this earth started from my mother's womb.
Oh yes! ! in the land of Africa to represent my muse;
Out of the womb of my mother to cry out to the world! !
And like the tears of love in the land of beautiful flowers,
However, it has taken me so long, too long!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Breath
the winds breathe
with a sweep
the ocean and coulds breathe
with a roar
then breathes the rain
with a tip-tap
the fire breathes
crackling silence
the space breathes
with an echo
the sweep
the roar
the tip-tap
the fumes
the space
expand the universal energy
connecting every breath
i absorb all these
that my body breathes
in silence and peace
25oct2009
09.34hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Ocean Of Inspiration
Mother Veenapanee is the Deity of Deities;
She is an ocean of Delight.
Devotees chant the sweet name with gaiety;
Poets surrender on the cosy feet with Delight.
Mother Saraswatee is a brook of inspiration;
Poets enchant with new creation.
Pray mother delightfully;
Devotees surrender on the flowery feet gaily.
Mother eradicates illiteracy;
Is wisdom’s Deity.
Appears in vernal morn;
Beauteous looks the chilly dawn.
Mother shows the bright path;
Depicting honey verse poets derive mirth.
Their names dazzles in golden letters in pages of history;
The poems inspire the nation enthusiastically.
Mother’s bliss showers on the sons day and night;
She is a brook of inspiration and Delight.
Loves all innocent creatures;
Providing conscience contents their desire.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Goin Down To Mexico
I was on my way down to mexico,
There was trouble on the rise.
It was nothing more than Id left behind,
Which was much to my surprise.
I turned around and lit a cigarette
Wiped the dust off of my boots.
When up ahead I saw the crowd,
I knew it was no use.
Its been the same way for oh so long,
It looks like Im singing the same old song.
A fine and fancy man was he,
Doing good things for the poor.
Givin rides in his rockin eighty-eight for free.
They could not hope for more.
When it came my turn he said to me,
have I seen your face before?
I said, oh no, you must be wrong,
Im from a distant shore.
So if you dont mind, Ill just move along
But it looks like Im singin the same old song.
A nineteen forty movie star
With a long forgotten name.
She was a sexy mess in her pleated dress,
Still hangin on to fame.
With forgotten lines she missed her cue
And left a glass of wine at home.
She was singin the same song that I was.
Could we both be wrong?
So hand in hand we walked along,
Each of us singin the same old song.
song performed by by ZZ Top
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The Brotherhood of Man
In that land somewhere of our dreams
all is to be found right therein it seems
where there isn't a struggle for survival
as the brotherhood of man is in revival.
We help each other and have no real fear
our hope is occasioned with good cheer.
Whatever we think, do or therefore say
is imbued with love and lights the way.
We have all arrived at that promised land
and must work together as a united band;
giving and sharing of the good we all can
while upholding this brotherhood of man.
Non-violence is one of the rules we live by
the essence of love we maintain and glorify.
We all live as one in both our heart and mind
and express those feelings of a universal kind.
There are no problems that we can't resolve
as all our life around love does here revolve.
In living by the truth we are becoming free
and in this condition enjoy the grace to see
All that exists in the world can be seen as new
which is an affirmation of scripture and so true.
Our life now is filled with bliss as it once began
in this state of knowing the brotherhood of man.
We do not therefore seek to get the better of each other
but accomplish all that we need by helping one another.
Being free from any unnatural cares our lives are whole
and all that ever happens a joyful experience of the soul.
Awake to intuition we live to realize our ultimate potential
and so everything bears the stamp of some divine credential.
In being as we are then our years extend for a long span
as we all live in accordance with the brotherhood of man.
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poem by George Krokos
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Sonnet XVIII: Genius in Beauty
Beauty like hers is genius. Not the call
Of Homer's or of Dante's heart sublime,—
Not Michael's hand furrowing the zones of time,—
Is more with compassed mysteries musical;
Nay, not in Spring's or Summer's sweet footfall
More gathered gifts exuberant Life bequeaths
Than doth this sovereign face, whose love-spell breathes
Even from its shadowed contour on the wall.
As many men are poets in their youth,
But for one sweet-strung soul the wires prolong
Even through all change the indomitable song;
So in like wise the envenomed years, whose tooth
Rends shallower grace with ruin void of ruth,
Upon this beauty's power shall wreak no wrong.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Genius in Beauty
Beauty like hers is genius. Not the call
Of Homer's or of Dante's heart sublime, --
Not Michael's hand furrowing the zones of time, --
Is more with compassed mysteries musical;
Nay, not in Spring's Summer's sweet footfall
More gathered gifts exuberant Life bequeaths
Than doth this sovereign face, whose love-spell breathes
Even from its shadowed contour on the wall.
As many men are poets in their youth,
But for one sweet-strung soul the wires prolong
Even through all change the indomitable song;
So in likewise the envenomed years, whose tooth
Rends shallower grace with ruin void of truth,
Upon this beauty's power shall wreak no wrong.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Sonnet: The World Ahead
Our children grow up faster, every day;
Years roll away unnoticed, stealthily;
Adults will soon be old; some gone away;
ome live with grief; some souls leave happily.
Our children will be parents too like us;
And rule the destiny of planet Earth;
We hope they live better than us, not worse;
And make their lives on earth really worth.
The modern world looks great in its own way;
But evil minds and spirits turn life sad;
Misery haunts the living ones each day;
Our peace of mind seems lost; the world looks mad.
Alas! All that we can do is to pray
To God, Almighty, Lord, ”show us the way'.
poem by John Celes
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As long as I have you with me
This day passing at autumns end
with stripped trees, some flowers spent
and still two doves fly by
in a frivol of feathers
as if charming each other
the blue sky has a cold wind
touching with the breath
from a ice dragon
and the sun’s rays
has lost their compassion
and are growing dim
but another spring,
another summer will surely come,
even if my years
are nearly spent and at their brim
and this is no winter of my despair
while a smile’s on your face
and the fire in your eyes
makes my blood race
and everywhere live is still abounding
and your fine care
is in every little thing about me.
Let any winter then come
even if it rains for days long,
even if snow like a miracle falls
and frost leaves its mark
as long as I have you with me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The White African
The White African
By
Ross Dix-Peek
Over the great ocean seas
My ancestors did choose to flee,
Europe’s rumblings and poverty,
And to “Darkest Africa” did journey
It was many, many years past,
When Queen Vic’ was still at the mast,
When my forebears resolute did come,
To live beneath the great African sun
Since has Mother Africa suckled our young
To us her lullabies and sweet songs sung,
And all this time ‘neath her fiery mantle
Did my people in Africa live, toil and battle
Africa is not for the mild and the meek,
It's no place at all for the feeble and the weak,
And the days oft be savage and so very long,
Yes, it's only for the brave and the very strong
Many generations did pass, and many years shorn,
Before I too upon African soil was born,
Like my fathers’ before, a White African,
Created and cast beneath her scorching sun
And although I have since her rugged shores left,
My soul to Mother Africa’s bosom will forever be cleft,
And though I may miss the tight embrace of an African sun,
It matters not, for I will forever be a White African!
poem by Ross DixPeek
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Too Hot
I told her, i'd hold her
All through that first cold winter
Defend her, protect her
From our darkest demons
Then spring came, our world changed
We found a different corner
Still heading, still searching
For what we had that season
I thought i was so strong, a man on a blue mountain
The sword in my hand, but my thoughts in the clouds then
See them
Hear them
I would never change another day
If that season was the one to stay
I swear i'd never change another day
Ten years now, i've waited
For that coldest winter
No whiter, no wiser
And all we hear is thunder
I thought i was so strong, a father on a mountain
The sword in my hand, but my thoughts in the clouds then
See them
Hear them
I would never change another day
If that season was the one to stay
I swear i'd never change another day
(repeat)
Ten years now, i've waited
For that coldest winter
No wiser, no whiter
Oh how i miss that season
song performed by by Nas
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That Season
I told her, Id hold her
All through that first cold winter
Defend her, protect her
From our darkest demons
Then spring came, our world changed
We found a different corner
Still heading, still searching
For what we had that season
I thought I was so strong, a man on a blue mountain
The sword in my hand, but my thoughts in the clouds then
See them
Hear them
I would never change another day
If that season was the one to stay
I swear Id never change another day
Ten years now, Ive waited
For that coldest winter
No whiter, no wiser
And all we hear is thunder
I thought I was so strong, a father on a mountain
The sword in my hand, but my thoughts in the clouds then
See them
Hear them
I would never change another day
If that season was the one to stay
I swear Id never change another day
(repeat)
Ten years now, Ive waited
For that coldest winter
No wiser, no whiter
Oh how I miss that season
song performed by by Asia
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