About A Girl Called Marike (Cavatina Sequence)
She thought: He truly cares for me, saw eyes
full of worry,
while the affairs of state weighed him down;
like a lorry
his frame was broad; he could take all the strain,
she was sorry
for him, helped him wherever she could,
only acted like a first lady should.
Far too selfless she loved him, in his shade
she spent her life,
walked the streets to win him some voters,
in times of strive
she supported, caressed, was with him,
she was alive
in his presence, was proud of his career,
she wanted always to him to be near
but a dark day came that every headline
told about him
and his lovely, lively, foreign mistress;
her life was dim
while he rode the wave of self-centred fame;
over the brim
her tears, her sorrow, suffering did flow;
but he was not the great man she did know.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Full Of The Joys Of Spring
Today, I saw a little Dachshund, out and about;
That he was full of beans, I had very little doubt.
He was more than ready to play life's great game;
He was as playful and lively, as a flickering flame.
The little Dachshund almost bounced along;
His soul was excited, and his will was strong.
Determined to live that moment to the very full,
At his lead, the little chap strained and pulled.
The great outdoors, he was so very eager to explore;
Round each corner, he wondered what was in store.
I had no doubt that he was full of the joys of spring;
He would have almost taken off, if he'd had wings!
His endless energy seemed to know no bounds;
His senses soaked up all of life's sights and sounds.
The Dachshund may have been only small in height,
But watching his sheer vitality, was such a real delight.
I walked along, watching him for a short while;
Upon my lips, there spread a rather amused smile.
His mistress turned, and spotted my smiling face,
And she commented on her dog's very keen pace.
He may have been small, and only had little limbs,
But with the spirit of life, he was full to the brim.
I was on my way to work, and so I had to go;
So, I left him behind, with his mistress in tow.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Headlines
I met a girl with bottles of wine
Though I prefer red, they tasted all right
Very soon, the room was spinning
Tug of war, the floor was winning
Thats when she said, I cant help but laugh when Im caught in a lie
Im not who you thought, but you can kiss me good night
Her mouth was full of dirty words
Then cigarettes burned afterwards, thats when she said
Having a headline must be some experience
Having a headlines a sexual experience
Letters and postcards I meant to respond
Turned out my all was just medium
Then came one that said the only thing you ever gave were bad directions
Id say it to your face but I cant find you
Having a headline...
I loved the fame and fashion till she said you better ration the good times
I wouldnt count on the good times
Having a headline...
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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Riding The Dark Horse
Riding along on the dark horse of sadness.
Each day or night.
The dark horse is my companion.
We ride through life.
On a dark stream of light.
Riding along side is depression.
My second companion.
We ride together in search of happiness.
We never find.
Riding the dark horse through this life.
I'm filled with sorrow.
Tears are inside.
As I reflect on my journey through life.
I see that the dark horse has always been,
what I ride.
The dark horse of sorrow.
Has always been by my side.
I will continue to ride,
The dark horse in this life.
Until I die.
Exchanging the dark horse for white,
as I cross the great divide.
Entering the gates of life on the other side.
Where happiness I may finally find.
Leaving the dark horse of sorrow behind.
Taking the two companions,
sorrow and depression with me.
As I ride to the other side.
Changing their apperance to laughter and joy.
As I dismount on heaven's shore.
Filled with so much joy.
As I look back on my journey.
That I rode to heavens door.
I finally see the beauty of my companions.
That rode with me upon life's shores.
They changed before my eyes.
Becoming laughter and joy.
Beautiful spirits of love to behold.
That rode on the dark horse of life with me.
Till reaching heavens shore.
poem by Weeping Willow
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Nobody Gonna Tell Me What To Do
Shoulda seen the look on the face of the boss of the second shift,
When I threw my hard hat at him,
An' suggested the box where he could stick it.
I walked downstairs an told 'em I was leavin' Bethlehem,
Like I'd seen the Saviour, had tears in my eyes,
Holdin' my hands up an' shoutin': "Amen."
'Cause there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.
I spent most of my life a-wrapped up tight,
In somebody else's hand-me-down old shoes.
Startin' today, I'm someone I'd be proud to know:
You might tell me where to go,
But there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.
We buried Daddy just like week at the church to save his soul.
Man, he dreamed of pilot's wings:
Spent his whole life diggin' coal.
I got a guitar under my bed, but I've been too scared to fly.
But that's enough of that stuff, I'm packin' up my truck:
They can just kiss my butt goodbye.
'Cause there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.
I spent most of my life a-wrapped up tight,
In somebody else's hand-me-down old shoes.
Startin' today, I'm someone I'd be proud to know:
You might tell me where to go,
But there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.
Instrumental Break.
'Cause there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.
(Ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.)
I spent most of my life wrapped up tight,
In somebody else's hand-me-down old shoes.
Startin' today, I'm someone I'd be proud to know:
You might tell me where to go,
But there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.
I walked downstairs an told 'em I was leavin' Bethlehem.
song performed by by Van Zant
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Song
The linnet in the rocky dells,
The moor - lark in the air,
The bee among the heather - bells
That hide my lady fair:
The wild deer browse above her breast;
The wild birds raise their brood;
And they, her smiles of love caressed,
Have left their solitude!
I ween, that when the grave's dark wall
Did first her form retain,
They thought their hearts could ne'er recall
The light of joy again.
They thought the tide of grief would flow
Unchecked through future years,
But where is all their anguish now,
And where are all their tears?
Well, let them fight for Honour's breath,
Or Pleasure's shade pursue -
The Dweller in the land of Death
Is changed and careless too.
And if their eyes should watch and weep
Till sorrow's source were dry
She would not, in her tranquil sleep,
Return a single sigh!
Blow, west wind, by the lonely mound,
And murmur, summer streams -
There is no need of other sound
To soothe my Lady's dreams.
poem by Emily Jane Brontë
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When you walked in my life...
When you walked in my life
You wiped my tears
When you walked in my life
You built my heart strong
When you walked in my life
You made my life precious
When you walked in my life
You taught me meaning of love
When you walked in my life
You showed me many things
When you walked in my life
You made my love grow for you
When you walked in my life
You told me how much I mean to you
When you walked in my life
You made your caring soul inside me
When you walked in my life
You gave me memories to cherish forever
And I will there for you till my eyes close dear
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Ay
Should, maybe I don't understand why my life
Has been so rough but then
I'm not about to give it up
My own interpretations lie
Whoever told you that fame
Is gonna be an easy ride
I know they just
Lie right to your face
And then all your friends
They wanted to redeem themselves
But it just, just didn't work that way
I know what (they acted like they hate you)
There's just no more (now that's gone)
There's just no more (with the life that they hate you)
We'll take no more (now it's all gone)
(chorus)
I know what (they acted like they hate you)
There's just no more (it's all over now)
There's just no more (and the hatred)
We'll take no more
song performed by by Flaw
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Wonder Boy
La-la-la-la...
Wonder boy, lifes just begun.
Turn your sorrow into wonder
Dream alone, dont sigh, dont groan
Life is only what you wonder.
Day is as light as your brightest dreams,
Night is as dark as you feel it ought to be.
Time is as fast as the slowest thing,
Life is only...
Wonder boy,
Wonder boy.
Everybody is looking for the sun.
People strain their eyes to see,
But I see you and you see me,
And aint that wonder?
Wonder boy, some mothers son,
Life is full of work and plunder[? ].
Easy go, life is not real,
Life is only what you conjure.
Wonder boy,
And the world is joy, every single day.
Its the real mccoy,
Wonder boy.
Everybody is looking for the sun.
People strain their eyes to see,
But I see you and you see me,
And aint that wonder?
Wonder boy, some mothers son,
Turn your sorrow into wonder
Dream alone, go have your fun.
Life is only...
Life is only...
Life is only...
song performed by by Kinks
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All That She Wants
Inspired by the baby obsessed woman who just birth to 8 little ones.
to the tune of Ace of Base's All That She Wants
She leads a crazy life
She leads such a mixed-up life
Well she just stayed out again all night
Now a new day has just begun
She opens up her blearly eyes and thinks
Oh what a blessing it would be
Not to have to work
Just gotta go the bank again and pick up some men
Nine monthes later she'll be pumping out another eight
Just for checks and fun
She's coming to get you
All that she wants is another baby
She'll be headline news again tomorrow
'Cause all that she wants is another baby, yeah
All that she wants is another baby
It's all that she wants
It's all that she wants
All that she cares about
So if your sperm is tight and the day is right
She's the hunter
Your little swimmers are the foxes
The woman will stalk you
Even if it takes forever
Just to fulfill her bizzare obsession
Long ago to her sanity she said goodbye
Beware of what is flashing in those greedy eyes
She's coming to get you
All that she wants is another baby
She'll be headline news again tomorrow
'Cause all that she wants is another baby, yeah
All that she wants is another baby
Just one more baby, yeah
Ohhh
Ohh all that she wants is another baby (Just one more baby, yeah)
She'll be headline news again tomorrow
'Cause all that she wants is another baby (Just one more baby, yeah)
All that she wants is another baby (Just one more baby, yeah)
She'll be headline news again tomorrow
'Cause all this addicted broad wants is another baby (Just one more baby or two, yeah)
Crazy lady
It's all that she wants
Total basketcase
It's all the she lives for
All that she wants
All that she's ever lived for
Yeah
2009 Ramona Thompson
poem by Ramona Thompson
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The Things That Some Women Put Up With
There is more to life for any woman than being a faithful and a devoted wife
To a selfish and egotistical fellow until the last day of her life
To one who remains as a rude teenager in his behaviour who uses her as his sexual toy
She cares for him and for their children whilst the good life he seems to enjoy.
He is with his mates in the pub after work in the evening mostly talking about football
The things they see in life as important are not that important at all
She even knows he has a mistress who gives him his 'bit on the side'
Though for her self esteem that cannot be good as well as harmful to her sense of pride.
The things that some women put up with from arrogant self centred men
They feel trapped in their hopeless marriage as if they were locked in a pen
A pen that they cannot escape from some as prisoners of their marriage vows stay
For love that cloud our eyes to the faults of others the price can be so big to pay.
The things that some women put up with to keep their bad marriage alive
As if without their selfish husbands that they could not manage to survive
Their marriage vows to them so sacred that they have to live out their life span
With one who does not even respect them an arrogant self centred man
poem by Francis Duggan
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About Some Things Unseen (Cavatina Sequence)
(after Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
In loving each other we sow our seed,
in passion kiss
while we wish for some greater happiness,
in joy's great bliss
and then suddenly some life comes from us
and we know this
binds us each to each and to a own child,
our joy and pride runs extremely wild.
From our very birth we learn about love;
feelings within
at times comes forward from the very dark,
they are unseen
but alive they jump, breathe, roar, run and thrill;
they are quite keen
to set a mark on each single life
they materialize in love and strive.
Still the depths of some selfless love remain
a mystery
while we create like the divine some new life,
we are set free
to love or hate, to do right or wrong in
integrity
or in the evil, we strive on our own,
or we try to reach beyond the unknown.
[Reference: 'Mystery' by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Song
The linnet in the rocky dells,
The moor-lark in the air,
The bee among the heather bells
That hide my lady fair:
The wild deer browse above her breast;
The wild birds raise their brood;
And they, her smiles of love caressed,
Have left her solitude!
I ween, that when the grave's dark wall
Did first her form retain,
They thought their hearts could ne'er recall
The light of joy again.
They thought the tide of grief would flow
Unchecked through future years;
But where is all their anguish now,
And where are all their tears?
Well, let them fight for honour's breath,
Or pleasure's shade pursue—
The dweller in the land of death
Is changed and careless too.
And, if their eyes should watch and weep
Till sorrow's source were dry,
She would not, in her tranquil sleep,
Return a single sigh!
Blow, west-wind, by the lonely mound,
And murmur, summer-streams—
There is no need of other sound
To soothe my lady's dreams.
poem by Emily Brontë from Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846)
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Bewailing
Bewailing like mad the lady of the house
Gathers her tears whilst in a state of conjecture;
The old her refuses to obey this reality of speech,
The tears that flow from her organs of sight
Realise the full rigour of life as seen by the naked eye.
Bewailing like apes in custody the lady of this mansion
Will support nobody else, just her husband also damning
The weak and helpless, who despise efforts to rectify.
A house is run like a home, too squalid to live in by others,
But the full rigour of life is gained by the profession
Earning the half of life ascertained by some, by others.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I Was On Cross Road!
Strange I am,
I think different,
Whatever things,
I like not,
liked by others,
whatever I like,
Not liked by others!
I opened my heart,
Others then felt bad.
Open heart of them,
Looked ugly to me!
Whenever I laugh,
They felt as cough,
But for my every cough,
They enjoyed their laugh,
My every tears
they enjoyed,
My enjoyment,
Made them hard.
I loved life and them,
They live forgetting love!
So I was at cross road,
What to do and
what not to do!
I stood where,
Four roads met,
Life -was my pet
How can I set?
One road lead to town
Another to mountain,
Third one to forest,
Fourth, where dead rest!
A piece of rope,
Or loss of hope,
I stood at by a yard,
Away from road to graveyard!
I thought of solitude
haunting in multitude,
I stood at road to forest,
Where I may get some rest
Looked at the mountain,
I thought my life can sustain,
like that lonely mountain
it became inspiring fountain!
I took the way to town,
Removed masks of clown,
I stood there as lovely tree,
I kicked off idea of other three!
I built a house by side of the road,
My mind became clean and broad,
I gazed at passers on street,
My thought really is treat,
Fed of pains and sorrow,
Shed off all thoughts narrow,
Fed birds and animals and men,
Started using book and pen!
I felt solitude everywhere
And carried to anywhere,
Worked like a horse or ox
Removed all that were hoax!
No pain, no strain, no stain of guilt!
Life full of rain and green
Life full of love and compassion
Happiness and bliss I felt!
Alone in company of all;
With all, when I am alone
Escaped the great fall
Gained lost paradise on own!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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And You Made It A Song
You took my sorrow
And You made that my strength
You gave me a purpose and told me to go
You spoke to me and gave me my faith
You took my depression
And made it an expression
Of Your love for me
Opened my eyes so I could finally see
The truth of the message I rejected
The very reason I was dejected
The reason I was dead acting alive
So I gave it all and You made it a song
Made my burden and suffering
Into the hope You planned for me to share all along
Made the suicidal thoughts, the subject of this song I sing
So sing it loud!
Sing about the faith that has made me proud
So now I've found my first love
The one and only, the one I looked for all along, the Dove
You saved me even when I slandered you
Told You the worst thing too
Not 'I hate you' but worse, far worse 'You don't exist
And aren't worth my hatred' this view seemed as if it would always persist
But You loved me and called me Your own
I don't know how to thank You
So I'll sing it out and share the hope of all my suffering
All my sorrow, sing of being there, but because of You, being back again
I can't thank you enough, but I'll sing
Sing it out and scream I WAS suicidal and
Not I AM, for now I am filled with your Spirit, protected by your hand
For once
Once in my life
I feel
Loved
poem by David Knox
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Sad State Of Affairs
It’s a sad state of affairs
When you start to loose your friends
No one there to show they care
You even miss them driving you round the bend
It’s a sad state of affairs
When your ego is your compadre
He whispers in your ear 'you’re right and fair
You don’t need them, pay attention to what I say'
It’s a sad state of affairs
To know your smarter then those around you
What’s the point me going to your lair?
You speak nonsense but to you it sounds true
It’s a sad state of affairs
To have nothing going on in your life
Inside you’re dying to get up off the chair
But lack of motivation is your new strife
It’s a sad state of affairs
When you can’t even pay your bills
But to be honest do you even care?
Give me alcohol, shrooms and more pills
It’s a sad state of affairs
To not remember the years growing up
Except the fights between your family and your frère
Makes you think 'I could jump into that slowing truck'
It’s a sad state of affairs
When your writing is what you confide in
Teenage angst mixed with an adults raging stare
On this mountain of life I see people climbing
It’s a sad state of affairs
When you realise you’re the one slipping and sliding
poem by Kaspa Richards
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Affairs Of The Heart
Written by stevie nicks.
One set of doors was the color of honey
One set of doors was pink and grey
Well I wonder which set is mine, said she
As she walked down the long hallway
Well I wonder which set of rooms are mine
For in these rooms she would live and die
Well its better to have loved and lost
(ah but its better not to lose)
Then to never have loved at all
(never have loved, never have loved at all)
Well its better to have loved and lost
(ah but its better not to lose)
Then to always be alone
(always be alone)
In your heart
I thought that there was more involved
Through all that time and all these months
I stopped many times to question you
Well I told you that it was the right thing to do
Well its better to have loved and lost
(ah but its better not to lose)
Then to never have loved at all
(never have loved, never have loved at all)
Well its better to have loved and lost
(ah but its better not to lose)
Then to always be alone
(always be alone)
In your heart
But I knew that this was just for now
And the time would take its toll upon us all
Well it would break our hearts
Tear it apart
But no one understood
The affairs of the heart
Well its better to have loved and lost
Then to never have loved at all
(never have loved, never have loved at all)
Well itll break your heart
Tear it apart
But no one understands
(no one understands)
The affairs of the heart
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Thomas Starr King
The great work laid upon his twoscore years
Is done, and well done. If we drop our tears,
Who loved him as few men were ever loved,
We mourn no blighted hope nor broken plan
With him whose life stands rounded and approved
In the full growth and stature of a man.
Mingle, O bells, along the Western slope,
With your deep toll a sound of faith and hope!
Wave cheerily still, O banner, half-way down,
From thousand-masted bay and steepled town!
Let the strong organ with its loftiest swell
Lift the proud sorrow of the land, and tell
That the brave sower saw his ripened grain.
O East and West! O morn and sunset twain
No more forever!--has he lived in vain
Who, priest of Freedom, made ye one, and told
Your bridal service from his lips of gold?
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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For Joan Crammond
You told me last year - in between
doing all you could for others
in your state and at your age -
(and that meant working dawn to dusk, at least -
as you had done most of your life)
that you were 'tidying up'
so that your family would have least work
to do themselves when you'd passed on
And so, as just reward, death came to you
tidily,
neatly, smoothly, in your own tidy room
Just a few weeks ago,
when you had done a kindness
spreading word of my poetry,
I sent you a poem on
'A Reminiscence of a Great Lady'
and to my surprise, not just, from you,
a kind and tidy, just response,
but you were deeply stirred
Did you read in it, the great lady
whom we both had known and loved?
Was it what you'd always hoped to be?
Or did you recognise yourself in it - in full?
No need now to question.
No need, anyway; the difference
is not important in eternity.
Not so important as
a tidy, outward life. So,
that poem and now this
to you, for you
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Walking the river
You looked into the eye
of that white hot sun
and found something there
that spoke to your soul,
in your heart and mind
you heard a voice
and thought about the Creator
of the river, sun and sky
and left your car
at the river’s edge
and into the water you went.
That big black great loving dog
was with you
and it was just river and sun
and you walked on
into the water
over boulders, stumbling
over rocks
barefoot and naked
walked through pools
and felt like Eve
and for a time were free
from the burdens of life.
At first your hound
splashed out in front
but later like a shadow
was bound to you,
protecting, guarding
and caring
with wide open brown eyes,
sharp white fangs
and it didn’t understand
where you were going
but loved you more
than to bother about that
or food or heat.
At times it barked
and sometimes it growled,
but nobody dared to get near
and while the shadows draw out
you walked on
right into the night
looking up at the bright stars
and followed the full moon
rising up big and yellow
in that dark sky.
l’Envoi
You heard that river’s song
and just walked on
catching the splashing
and the murmur
over shelves of rock
into some ponds
and somehow during the next day
people found you
who had commonsense
and was sensible
and they helped you
and took care of your dog
and your feet were pierced,
had some blisters
and there were scratches
on your legs
and still the river flows
on to somewhere
and now you are back here.
poem by Gert Strydom
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