London 2012
London 2012
by godfrey morris
Alignment of stars shoots high
Parading four years' worth
Of bestowed heavenly gifts
East follows West
North greets his South
At the compass of time
Where the Big Ben chimes
Every nation, each tongue
There they fold!
Promise fulfilling golden goal
A flag to wave
A crowd to cheer
A will to give
A song to sing
Once again they have gathered
To dazzle us eyes
With wondrous strides
As Zeus lightning bolt - runs by
To hold a throne
To take the world
To be atoned
To claim a victory
To walk with history
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poem by Godfrey Morris
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My Best
My Best
by godfrey morris (January 19,2012)
I raise my head to the sky
Just as the eagle flaps its wings to the heavens
Then gazes at my target with grand precision
The going it tough, life swings one way
Then back again,
Which make you wonder
How to go?
My stage in the arena comes then goes
Until one other takes its place
I pounce like the panther to achieve that imaginable prize
But somehow complete redemption eludes my rise
The dream though shall never rest
My hope still lives
To give the best,
And be the best there is to be
yet still, my best is always me
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poem by Godfrey Morris
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Emancipation Time
When you gaze upon this bronze - hued frame
What is it you see?
A poor sullen soul with nothing to claim.
Do you see your equal or no one but me?
Is there hope in these eyes or only despair and cries?
Am I worthy of words or are these thoughts too much.
Your ways seem ruthless
much more than avaricious pride.
Unwilling to see any beauty therein lies.
Those suble sighs unmask a disdain.
You mock my strides yet will I strive.
I am black
I am strong
These blows you give won't keep me down
The scars you see are ancestral toil
Whose forbearance graced this very soil
Can you hear their voices echoing in eternity?
All praises to God who give this glory
The greatest author to script my story.
Now I stand tall, liberated for all to see
willing to face all unworthy foes
To fulfill all dreams with endless pusuits
To erase all these pains that kept me chained
To right all wrongs my oppressors' wrongs
and march to my melodious song
REDEMPTION IS MINE, OH VICTORY SUMBLIME!
MY SWEET EMANCIPATION TIME.
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poem by Godfrey Morris
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Love
Love
Love is a rose
Love speaks a prose
It fruits make delight
It thorns take a bite
Leaves give a morning clue
Young fresh with autumn dew
Sconed by the sun it shivers too
But till the bitter end it remains true
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Today's Chances
Today's Chances
by godfrey morris
When I think of this,
A guilt preludes, of all the lives
Fallen from grace's eyes
Those that had not a chance
Those that had too few
How would they fare,
Had they been here?
Those lights shine dim today
And still here am I!
I have a chance today!
However so tall
However so far
A chance to do after all
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Individuals
In the west we look to the east.
In the east we look to the west.
In the south we look to the north
and in the north we look to the south.
Wherever we are we look to the opposite
for the mystical sunshine
we see in others eyes.
That promise of plenty
everyone seems to have.
Each life is individual
to be lived the same way.
Each will have separate roads
along which to travel.
Each will find something
in what others have declined.
Each will find a path
to the heaven that they seek
as the individuals we are.
20 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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Unchanged
Unchanged
By Godfrey Morris
Here I am again
at a place once familiar
an uncertain future
that clouds my path ahead
estranged from a world which I don't fully belong
One which does not accept the uniqueness I ponder
A world that is vain so filled with pain
that reveres vanity and injustice but vilifies virtue
At this crossroad I stand, between two roads
which to choose?
To continue on my lonely path or travel on that glamorous highway
that promises such swift adulterated wealth
must I remain unchanged as the northern star
continually moving ahead
defying all machinations
marching towards my sweet redemption
to greet the sunrise around the bend
that promise of a pleasant and illustrious end
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To Our Destination
They wear a direction for their utmost pleasure,
The direction is either north or south,
Not west or east, like the compass shows,
The directions are clearly seen with balanced vision.
They must reach their destination with safety,
Licking its food, fulfilling the commands
And realising less danger, for danger is clearly erected.
The north is where food is, the south is an opposite direction,
We wear a proper bracelet, golden and silver and diamond,
These are the jewels of the adventurer,
One to take on the rivers and mountains is the ruby.
So pleasurable is the journey we have designed,
Mapping the way home with zeal.
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North
The East has that Englishmen
And the rising sun
The West has the open plains
And how they were won
On Independence Day
For all it's worth
You can ring those southern belles
I'm going
North
Up were the rushing rivers run and salmon leap
I could even get there in my sleep
Give me the ice and snow
Time to go...
North
So run up a banner and we'll stand underneath
You gave me a starry flag
For one with a leaf
I'm on the borderline
I jump back and forth
There's nothing to stop me now
I'm heading...
North
Up where the polar bears and moose and geese will play
And some of them address you en franais
Give me the ice and snow
Time to go...
North
And so I must leave you all
Alas and alack
And though we are parting now
I'll always come back
So as the compass points
That's where I'll be
But if you could only see
The perfection of...
North
It's something I will always carry in my heart
A place when dreams begin and life can start
Who cares what people know?
Let me go...
North
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Wind
He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea,
He steals the down from the honeybee,
He makes the forest trees rustle and sing,
He twirls my kite till it breaks its string.
Laughing, dancing, sunny wind,
Whistling, howling, rainy wind,
North, South, East and West,
Each is the wind I like the best.
He calls up the fog and hides the hills,
He whirls the wings of the great windmills,
The weathercocks love him and turn to discover
His whereabouts -- but he's gone, the rover!
Laughing, dancing, sunny wind,
Whistling, howling, rainy wind,
North, South, East and West,
Each is the wind I like the best.
The pine trees toss him their cones with glee,
The flowers bend low in courtesy,
Each wave flings up a shower of pearls,
The flag in front of the school unfurls.
Laughing, dancing, sunny wind,
Whistling, howling, rainy wind,
North, South, East and West,
Each is the wind I like the best.
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The Wind
He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea,
He steals the down from the honeybee,
He makes the forest trees rustle and sing,
He twirls my kite till it breaks its string.
Laughing, dancing, sunny wind,
Whistling, howling, rainy wind,
North, South, East and West,
Each is the wind I like the best.
He calls up the fog and hides the hills,
He whirls the wings of the great windmills,
The weathercocks love him and turn to discover
His whereabouts -- but he's gone, the rover!
Laughing, dancing, sunny wind,
Whistling, howling, rainy wind,
North, South, East and West,
Each is the wind I like the best.
The pine trees toss him their cones with glee,
The flowers bend low in courtesy,
Each wave flings up a shower of pearls,
The flag in front of the school unfurls.
Laughing, dancing, sunny wind,
Whistling, howling, rainy wind,
North, South, East and West,
Each is the wind I like the best.
poem by Amy Lowell
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Life
Life is precious
A gem on the sands of shores.
Though often treated as if it matters little.
Life is the beauty of the world.
As a rose, it blooms in season.
Hides in it the souls of all reasons.
Life is the sun it comes and then goes
Each life adds something new
Good or bad is what we make of it.
Life is worth living.
Sometimes worth dying for-
but never in life you throw away.
Each life must be treasured its very natural end.
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poem by Godfrey Morris
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Come - on Time
Come on time, be quick
quench this unfavorable fog
and restore tranquil bliss kindly
Come on time flow like the wind
to lift my sale to higher heights
of dreams sought to attain
Come on oh time smile my way
be an ally to traverse
the vilest parts of worlds
Come on time be steady be still
show thee in patience, guide my will
Ding, Ding, Ding
hear bells rings
Ding, Ding, Ding
my words still sing
Come on dear time,
hear a cause
cheer my way
this blessed day
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poem by Godfrey Morris
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Afraid of the Best
I am afraid of this, though be my best
A cause of great concern
Will I see you soon or ever again?
I fear my best shall fade one day
And watch my ways descend
To an unfavorable end
I know my dreams were not always golden
But still they were of my chosen
This vile world has a say
In what you want to do today
I only hope my best will come again
To keep me in life‘s lost lane
And shield me from this vile I now fear
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poem by Godfrey Morris
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4. Blow me down
The North wind blew on Monday
As the East wind got the flu
The West wind blew on Tuesday
As the South wind never knew
The North East wind had Wednesday
As the South West wasn’t chuffed
The North West blew on Thursday
As the South East hardly puffed
The East and West blew Friday
As the others had a rest
The North and South blew Saturday
As the weekends were the best
The lot of them had Sunday
As the winds turned into storm
The whole of them had Monday off
As the week got back to norm
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Silent Soul
I am a poet
silently hidden in life's closet
with half-measured expressions
seeking to be made whole
secret imagination longing
to be hold
I am the wind
that echoes in your head
I am your reason
your silent unknown
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poem by Godfrey Morris
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Teacher to Child
Go to school hear the golden rule
Go to school don't be a mule
Learn must you this very day
Learn you will its the only way
Those seeds you plant shall grow someday
And the fear there be will melt away
So go my child with a will to do
And I pray my dear may God bless you.
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poem by Godfrey Morris
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Your pride in a flag
Just a small part of this World of your Nation you brag
And you wave your patriotism in your National flag
If your team win the International game today
Your boss won't give you extra in your next week's pay.
You feel so indifferent to people from elsewhere
Remember there's a World called the big World out there
And united we stand and divided we fall
Those words apply to all Nations and to one and all.
Tonight in the bar-room you will drink till late
And with your pub friends today's win celebrate
A win for your Nation in such a big game
Though only the players involved in the victory will know of the fame
And the financial windfall to them that this victory will bring
And of their praises you and those like you do sing
And are the supporters of the losing team worse off than you
Your pride in a flag tell me that is not true?
For pride of their flag young men go to war
And in victory boast of how marvellous they are
And for pride of their flag far too many have died
And so much division created by pride.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Choose Today
Choose you must today
a thousand paths can lead the way
to your stairway of gold
If stay you linger
and time may hinder
thus go now and take today -
or you blunder
- and bereft to wonder
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poem by Godfrey Morris
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West London GIRL
It is nice to see & nice to be in bits of London town.
Today I travelled from West to East an that is a different kind of town.
There there's creative places, big markets and roundabouts.
The North is near with houses high
The South large with a big sky.
I'm a West London girl - through and through
My kind of town.
poem by Holda Felix
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North And South Of The River
I want to reach out over the Loch
And feel your hand across the water
Walk with you along an unapproved road
Not looking over my shoulder
I want to see, and I want to hear
To understand your fears
But we're north and south of the river
I've been doing it wrong all of my life
This holy town has turned me over
A young man running from what he didn't understand
The wind from the Loch just get colder, colder
There was a badness that had its way
But love wasn't lost, love will have its day
North and south of the river
North and south of the river
Can we stop playing these old tattoos
Darling I don't have the answer
I want to meet you where you are
I don't need you to surrender
'Cause there's no feeling that's so alone
As when the one you're hurting is your own
North and south of the river
North and south of the river
North and south of the river
Some high ground is not worth taking
Some connections are not worth making
There's an old church bell no longer ringing
Some old songs are not worth bringing
North...
(Higher ground is not worth taking)
North and south of the river
song performed by by U2
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