You wore this crown of thorns
Form of this night, approaches in narrow aisles
My impiety upon your valor, my tuning falsity
of a brass bugle, a sound coarse, for miles
A foolishness! I welcome my solitude's asperity.
Do I have some time? Maybe of this, or of another
bright celebration, of a four dimensional space
a costume any customer of odds will wear in order,
my insight on any defined routes to only trace.
Do I have some varnish? To use upon my buttons
of nautilus blue jacket as to exit, a visitor of bars
or soul betrayal; A parallelism to faded blossoms
my old friends wear, an emblem of internal scars.
Can I forget my crimson? My wound, my odd incision
of my swaying abolished soul, a thorn maybe to blunt
as if my quill instates an idol on foolish mission?
As if you wore this crown of thorns, of my stand?
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Who’ll Wear the Beaten Colours?
Who’ll wear the beaten colours—and cheer the beaten men?
Who’ll wear the beaten colours, till our time comes again?
Where sullen crowds are densest, and fickle as the sea,
Who’ll wear the beaten colours, and wear them home with me?
We closed the bars and gambling dens and voted straight and clean,
Our women walked while motor cars were whirling round the scene,
The Potts Point Vote was one for Greed and Ease and Luxury
With all to hold, and coward gold, and beaten folk are we.
Who’ll wear the beaten colours, with hands and pockets clean?
(I wore the beaten colours since I was seventeen)
I wore them up, and wore them down, Outback and across the sea—
Who’ll wear the beaten colours, and wear them home with me?
We wore them back from Ladysmith to where the peace was signed,
And wore them through the London streets where Jingoes howled behind.
We wore them to the Queen’s Hall, while England yelled “Pro-Boers!”
And sat them over victory while London banged the doors.1
We wore them from Port Arthur round till all sunk in the sea—
(Who’ll wear the white man’s colours, and wear them home with me?)
I’ve worn them through with gentlemen, with work-slaves and alone—
Who’ll wear the beaten colours, boys, and wear them on his own?
There’s one would look with startled eyes and shrink while I caressed,
Came I not with the colours of the conquered on my breast.
And twenty thousand Bushmen would stand with hands behind
And scorn in all their faces for the coward of his kind.
Who’ll wear the beaten colours and raise the voice they drowned—
It may be when we march again, they’ll bear some other sound—
Who’ll pin the beaten colours on and drive the beaten pen—
It may be other steel and ink when we march out again.
poem by Henry Lawson
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As Ireland Wore the Green
BY RIGHT of birth in southern land I send my warning forth.
I see my country ruined by the wrongs that damned the North.
And shall I stand with fireless eyes and still and silent mouth
While Mammon builds his Londons on the fair fields of the South?
CHORUS:
O must we hide our colour
In fear of Mammon’s spleen?
Or shall we wear the bonnie blue
As Ireland wore the green?
As Ireland wore the green, my friends!
As Ireland wore the green!
Aye, we will wear our colour still,
As Ireland wore the green!
I see the shade of poverty fall on each sunny scene.
And slums and alley-ways extend where fields were evergreen.
There is a law that stamps the flower of freedom as it springs;
And this upon a soil that’s trod by prouder feet than kings’.
And must I hide my colour
In fear of Mammon’s spleen?
Or shall I wear the bonnie blue
As Ireland wore the green?
As Ireland wore the green, my friends!
As Ireland swore the green!
Aye, I will wear my colour yet,
As Ireland wore the green!
Out there beyond the lonely range our fathers toiled for years
’Neath all the hardships that beset true-hearted pioneers;
And our brave mothers journeyed there to do the work of men
On those great awful plains that were unfit for women then.
Then must we hide our colour
In fear of Mammon’s spleen?
Or shall we wear the bonnie blue
As Ireland swore the green?
As Ireland wore the green, my friends!
As Ireland wore the green!
Aye, we shall wear our colour still,
As Ireland wore the green!
O shall the fields our fathers won be yielded to the few
Who never touched the axe or spade, and hardships never knew?
Shall lordly robbers rule the land and build their mansions high,
And ladies flaunt their jewelled plumes where our brave mothers lie?
O must we hide our colour
In fear of Mammnon’s spleen?
Or shall the wear the bonnie blue
As Ireland wore the green?
As Ireland wore the green, my friends!
As Ireland wore the green!
Aye, the will wear our colour yet,
As Ireland wore the green!
What though our stalwart fathers came from every land on earth,
We will be loyal to the land that gives our children birth.
We’ll show our banner to the sun—the Southern Cross displayed—
And join our strength together for the home our fathers made.
Let cowards hide their colour
For fear of Mammon’s spleen!
But I will wear my bonnie blue
As Ireland swore the green!
As Ireland swore the green, my friends!
As Ireland wore the green!
Aye, I will wear my colour still,
As Ireland swore the green!
We’ll light the lamp of hope above the alley and the slum,
And teach the poor and drill them for the war that is to come.
We’ll send our songs recruiting far beneath the western sky,
And wake the towns and let them know the day of deeds is nigh.
And the twill wear our colour
In spite of Mammon’s spleen!
O the will wear the bonnie blue
As Ireland wore the green!
As Ireland wore the green, my friends!
As Ireland wore the green!
Aye, the will wear our colour yet,
As Ireland wore the green!
poem by Henry Lawson
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Counsel 101
How can I tell you
Of the gnawing Pain
Of Betrayal
Or the devastation of Abuse
When you live
In a Utopia
Blinded by the trappings
Of your own
Deceiving dilemma?
How can you even grasp
Perception of cutting words
That shred the very soul
Echoing through the years
Darkening a life
That was never whole?
You have no right
To speak of counsel
Nor empty rhetoric
And presumptive insight
That all is well
That's quite myopic
No glimpse of depth
Nor comprehension
Connects you here
These scars are met
With each incision
Life's many tears
And competition
So try the ring
And get the punches
Let's see you stand
And maybe
...We can talk.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Black Eyed Boy
No I dont lack ambition
Cant you see what I hate
That its you who is sicking
Locked behind iron gates
You should know
Youre falling into fiction
I can tell
Youre on some foolish mission
Youre black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
You call me superstitious
Tie me up with your deceit
I could never be malicious
Though I seem so bittersweet
You should know
Youre falling into fiction
I can tell
Youre on some foolish mission
Youre black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and
Time
Yeh, you should know
Youre falling into fiction
I can tell
Youre on some foolish mission
Youre black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
song performed by by Texas
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Black Eyed Boy
No I dont lack ambition
Cant you see what I hate
That its you who is sicking
Locked behind iron gates
You should know
Youre falling into fiction
I can tell
Youre on some foolish mission
Youre black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
You call me superstitious
Tie me up with your deceit
I could never be malicious
Though I seem so bittersweet
You should know
Youre falling into fiction
I can tell
Youre on some foolish mission
Youre black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and
Time
Yeh, you should know
Youre falling into fiction
I can tell
Youre on some foolish mission
Youre black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
song performed by by Texas
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Resurrection
speaking metaphysically...
if you've never carried a cross,
or wore a self-imposed crown of thorns,
you cannot experience resurrection!
the life we're trained from birth to live,
on a see-me, feed-me premise,
is a form of death,
aka, a type of hell!
in order to redeem ourselves,
to validate the experience of the human condition,
all that is body, the outer body,
the body that sucks and grinds,
has to die.
we have to let go of the concept
of freedom in order to be free.
the image has to be shattered,
in order to find the truth...
in the cold dark night of time,
we can either have fire,
or a picture of fire.
the picture is useless!
the cross - the picture!
the crown of thorns - our attachment.
.....death,
........rebirth!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Tuning In Tuning On
Written by ricky & marty wilde
Cruising round theres a sound with a place to go
Tuning in tuning on like a radio
Fell the sound in your head and you set the seal
I believe its a force of the life you feel - tuning on
Do you know what the sounds that you hear will find
Reach to space to the stars and another time
I believe that they search like a seed to grow
In the end its the same anyway you go
I really cant explain
I really cant explain
Crashing out for the last and the final time
Could a sound and a soul travel on combined
From the womb to the end is it everywhere
Feel the beat of my heart and you know its there
I really cant explain
Spoken
I really believe that sound reaches infinity, do you know what I mean. I think it goes on and on forever, and if thats true and it was linked to the spiritual side of your lives, well, then sou
Ould be alive. can you imagine the possibilities for the future ? linking the soul and the sound and then being able to make a giant spiritual musical machine, actually a part of us and not just
Thing you hear - its fantastic - its just fantastic
I really cant explain
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Maidenhood
THROUGH her fair world of blossoms fresh and bright,
Veiled with her maiden innocence, she goes;
Not all the splendour of the waxing light
She sees, nor all the colour of the rose;
And yet who knows what finer hues she sees,
Hid by our wisdom from our longing eyes?
Who knows what light she sees in skies and seas
Which is withholden from our seas and skies?
Shod with her youth the thorny paths she treads
And feels not yet the treachery of the thorn,
Her crown of lilies still its perfume sheds
Where Love, the thorny crown, not yet is borne.
Yet in the mystery of her peaceful way
Who knows what fears beset her innocence,
Who, trembling, learns that thorns will wound some day,
And wonders what thorns are, and why, and whence?
poem by Edith Nesbit
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My quill's trails
Cumulus dance so nicely, an isotropy of moves
and dimensions, a nimble flirt of Aeolic whiffs
and my minds explorations. My solitude rules.
A crucifix hung from your neck, a golden chain
your dreamy form attends my calls, your bliss
was it an autesthesy of souls esteem, position vain?
Your glance demure, my crimson run, a wince
a blow of winds, took me up high, afar from pain
Dryads accepted me in mist, a travel of whims.
A visitor of evenness, a sanctuary of your ails
your wings invited me, to fly in higher air streams
Your flash of soul lives since, in my quill's trails.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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A Million Miles From Home
There's a distant radio station
Way, way out there...
Plays in my mind, all the time,
Native American,
Western song and rhyme-
Sounds of a voice calling
From a true old friend,
Whispering wind
Blown in from heaven
Persistently pushes through me
Alluring awe and
Beckoning beauty...
God,
I feel a million million
Miles from home.
And very often a way out there
In the desert
So all alone,
It causes me,
More than anything else,
To seek You.
This desert so stark and so real
My soul feels the wind
As it touches the pure sky of blue.
And still-always it seems-
I'm a million miles from Home.
It's why I can't stay still,
Following the spirits will.
I travel with nothing more
Than what I wear,
Old worn boots
Faded jacket
Hat for shade
Canteen for thirst,
I'll trust the love of strangers
With food to share,
I've no earthly roots
No place to stay and sit
Memories wander and fade
As I continue to seek
The Last and the First.
And still-always it seems-
I'm a million miles from Home.
I feel it all so deep
In my weary bones.
Will I ever make it?
Does the wind-spirit lead me there?
Blind I look,
Deaf I listen...
Only my heart seems to truly understand
I've nowhere else to go,
Whether a million miles away
Or a million days
I will continue searching throughout this land
Until I find I know,
What yet I do not know.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Shine
Shine I'll stand by you
Don't try and push me away
'cause I'm just gonna stay
You Can shine I won't Deny You
and don't be afraid it'll all be ok
Do you know my name
Well I ain't gonna take
that big time line
Gonna call out to these embers
waiting to ignite
Gonna pull you up
By your love, by your love
and tell you
Shine I'll stand by you...
I can see that frown you wear
all around like some faded crown
like a watch over wound
gonna pull you up
by your love, by your love,
and tell you
When it's said and done
what you need will come
and time won't let me
let you let me waste it this time
shine...
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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Here I am (2nd Version)
Why do you sit alone
Like i am invisible
Are you forget..
I am here to be with you
In everything we do
We always together to survive
The smiles on your face
Or sad covered by the maze
We still stand togetherness
Cause i am here with you
Open and free your hand
Dont press the thorn in your palm again
Perhaps i cant really feel but maybe i can peel
This just a few life hard start
More challenge next part
Never give up
Just climb barrier wall
Never think of how tall
Trust me, will catch anytime if u fall
Keep build your ambition tall
My words wrapped no honey
My words made for your glory
When i said I am here for you
Dont doubt me, it's true
Bruises wound stained kiss on your vein
Let the dirty blood flew out your pain
Bring out your bitterness to drain
Just awhile and scars just remind you
About the past and what you will gain
Underneath you the skin dividing anew
Nothing will pinch your flesh for long
If you protect your body with faith and spirit
If you still bleeding and whenever u in need
Here i am to bandage your wound again
But dont doubt in me
You must believe me
If you trust me
Moon never hides behind the clouds forever
The night lose a crown if moon not come over
Your presence in this darkness around
Equally a moon shining light on the ground
Wear your crown tonight
It's wrong and wrong...
Dont compare moon with sun
Should i remind you
Night absence if sun presence
There's no use to compare the light
As the moonlight derived from original sunshine
So dont hide behind the clouds, give your spirit shine
Dont tell me the moon comfort behind the clouds
Your hidden potential will unleashes secret proud
Listen if you believe me
Look here, there or anywhere
But your face must only toward the light
Then you find a way easy the bright
Look there, here and anywhere
But dont choose turn back to the dark
Nothing you will gain but think of bad luck
If you there
Cry for mystery fears
Give me a cup of your salty tears
Then if you smile with sincere
Treat me with your sweet candy cheers
Just dare to share anything, mind clear
But if you fall
Anytime u call
Here I am for you
I said it all true
poem by Unwritten Soul
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Litotes
My verse cannot completely trace
a fair reflection who's soft light
underscores such endless grace.
Dream words, found wanting, seek insight.
Eternal beauty, spirit bright,
must judge each base line inks disgrace
as none compare! What second sight
unties knot, satisfies both pace,
due praise, phrased paean, may replace
English deficient, narrow, quite
coarse, inadequate. One face
could stand time's envy, jealous spite.
Yet, reading this, who will believe
there’s no intention to deceive?
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Chagrin D'Amour
IF Love and I were all alone
I might forget to grieve,
And for his pleasure and my own
Might happier garlands weave;
But you sit there, and watch us wear
The mourning wreaths you wove:
And while such mocking eyes you bear
I am not friends with Love.
Withdraw those cruel eyes, and let
Me search the garden through
That I may weave, ere Love be set,
The wreath of Love for you;
Till you, whom Love so well adorns,
Its hidden thorns discover,
And know at last what crown of thorns
It was you gave your lover.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Crown Of Thorns
You ever heard the story
of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
I been talkin' to my alter
Says life is what you make it
And if you make it death well then rest
your soul away
Away away yeah
It's a broken kind of feeling
She'd have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon's a comin'
better say your prayers
I wanna tell you that I love you
But does it really matter?
I just can't stand to see you dragging down.
Again, again, again.
So I'm singing
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves you alone
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind and leaves me alone
I used to treat you like a lady
Now you're a substitute teacher
This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight
I owe the man some money
so I'm turnin over honey
Oh Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time.
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone
This is my kinda love
It's a crown of thorns
It's the kind that
It's the kind that leaves me alone
Like a crown of thorns
So know who you know.
So don't burn your bridges cause
someday, yeah
Start singing
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone
This is my kinda love
It's a crown of thorns
It's the kind that leaves me alone
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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The Shirt
The buttonholes were empty.
The buttons had all let go.
The shirt was now a remnant,
one he did outgrow.
The sleeves were short so he rolled them.
The plaid material was faded.
Now it was getting much too tight
as he saw his name brocaded.
The name was what she called him,
'Sonny, sonny boy.'
Her voice came back when he wore it.
It was a sound of joy.
He would have to give up wearing it
and pray that she would know
that no other shirt he'd ever wear
were what her hands did sew.
Mom. dear mom you come alive
everytime I see that shirt.
It helps me when I'm missing you.
It takes away the hurt.
Every other shirt that I have worn
could never quite replace
the feeling I get when I see it
for I see your loving face.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Bipolar Weather
My state is bipolar
One day it's 70 out side
The next its below freezing and snowing
If you wear a jacket one day, your gonna die from a heat wave
The if you don't wear a jacket one day, your gonna freeze like a popsicle and die of
Hypothermia
Make up your mind
poem by Autumn Winds
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A Song For Kilts
How grand the human race would be
If every man would wear a kilt,
A flirt of Tartan finery,
Instead of trousers, custom built!
Nay, do not think I speak to joke:
(You know I'm not that kind of man),
I am convinced that all men folk.
Should wear the costume of a Clan.
Imagine how it's braw and clean
As in the wind it flutters free;
And so conducive to hygiene
In its sublime simplicity.
No fool fly-buttons to adjust,--
Wi' shanks and maybe buttocks bare;
Oh chiels, just take my word on trust,
A bonny kilt's the only wear.
'Twill save a lot of siller too,
(And here a canny Scotsman speaks),
For one good kilt will wear you through
A half-a-dozen pairs of breeks.
And how it's healthy in the breeze!
And how it swings with saucy tilt!
How lassies love athletic knees
Below the waggle of a kilt!
True, I just wear one in my mind,
Since sent to school by Celtic aunts,
When girls would flip it up behind,
Until I begged for lowland pants.
But now none dare do that to me,
And so I sing with lyric lilt,--
How happier the world would be
If every male would wear a kilt!
poem by Robert William Service
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How Light Those Loafers
You are not the first to 'assume'
My interest in writing...
Exposed some insight,
As to how light those loafers I wear.
I've been a boot wearer most of my life.
With a mission to accomplish...
On a path I walk alone.
And I've done this on my own.
As God has condoned it!
For someone like yourself,
Who has no life experiences under your belt...
To believe I am weak because I allow you accessibility?
Do not become tricked by your definition of weakness.
I am prepared from 'all' angles...
And spiritual dimensions,
To protect my interests.
And...
With the best of trusted guidance!
You are not the first to 'assume'
My interest in writing...
Exposed some insight,
As to how light those loafers I wear.
I do not wear loafers,
To feel light in them at all
My feet are secured,
In comfortable customed made boots!
And my fists do ball when called upon to do so!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yes It Is
If you wear red tonight,
Remember what i said tonight.
For red is the colour that my baby wore,
And what is more, it's true,
Yes it is.
Scarlet were the clothes she wore,
Everybody knows i've sure.
I would remember all the things we planned,
Understand, it's true,
Yes it is, it's true.
Yes it is.
I could be happy with you by my side
If i could forget her, but it's my pride.
Yes it is, yes it is.
Oh, yes it is, yeah.
"please don't wear red tonight."
This is what i said tonight.
For red is the colour that will make me blue,
In spite of you, it's true,
Yes it is, it's true.
Yes it is.
I could be happy with you by my side
If i could forget her, but it's my pride.
Yes it is, yes it is.
Oh, yes it is, yeah.
"please don't wear red tonight."
This is what i said tonight.
For red is the colour that will make me blue,
In spite of you, it's true,
Yes it is, it's true.
Yes it is, it's true.
song performed by by Beatles
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