The Old, Old Story and the New Order
They proved we could not think nor see,
They proved we could not write,
They proved we drank the day away
And raved through half the night.
They proved our stars were never up,
They’ve proved our stars are set,
They’ve proved we ne’er saw sorrow’s cup,
And they’re not happy yet.
They proved that in the Southern Land
We all led vicious lives;
They’ve proved we starved our children, and—
They’ve proved we beat our wives.
They’ve proved we never worked, and we
Were never out of debt;
They’ve proved us bad as we can be
And they’re not happy yet.
The Daily Press, with paltry power—
For reasons understood—
Have aye sought to belittle our
Unhappy brotherhood.
Because we fought in days like these,
Where rule the upper tens—
Because we’d not write journalese,
Nor prostitute our pens.
They gave our rivals space to sneer—
Their mediocrities;
The drunkard’s mind is pure and clear
Compared with minds like these.
They sought to damn with pitying praise
Or the coward’s unsigned sneer,
For honour in the “critics’” ways
Had never virtue here.
They’ve proved our names shall not be known
A few short years ahead;
They hied them back through years of moan,
And damned our happy dead.
A newer tribe of scribes we’ve got,
Exclusive and alone,
To prove our work was childish rot,
And none of it our own.
The cultured cads of First Gem cells,
Of Mansion, Lawn and Club,
Not fit to clean the busted boots
Of “Poets of the Pub.”
They prove the partners of the part,
The wholeness of the whole,
The gizzardness of gizzards, and
The Soulness of the Soul.
They’ve proved that all is nought—but there
Are things they cannot do—
The summer skies are just as fair
And just as brightly blue.
They’ve buried us with muddied shrouds,
When our strong hearts they’ve broke.
They can’t bring down yon fleecy clouds
And make them factory smoke.
They’ve proved the simple bard a fool,
But still, for all their pains,
The children prattling home from school
Go tripping down the lanes.
They’ve proved that Love is lust or hate,
True marriage is no more,
But Jim and Mary at the gate
Are happy as of yore.
These insects seeking to unloose
The Bards of Sympathy!
Who strike with the sledge hammer force
Of their simplicity.
(They cannot turn the world about,
Nor damp the father’s joy,
When some old doctor bustles out,
And nurse says “It’s a boy!”)
They want no God but many a god,
And many gods, and none—
The preacher by the upturned sod
Shall pray when all is done.
Amongst the great ’twas aye the same—
The envious crawler’s part—
The lies that blackened Byron’s name
And banished poor Brett Harte.
We’ve learnt in bitter schools to teach
Man’s glory and his shame
Since Gordon walked along the beach
In search of bigger game.
Maybe, our talents we’ve abused
At times, and ne’er been blind
Since Barcroft Boake went out and used
His stockwhip to be kind.
But laugh, my chums, in prose and rhyme,
And worry not at all,
They’re insects whom the wheels of time
Shall crush exceeding small.
Have faith, my friends, who stand by me,
In spite of all the lies—
I tell you that a man shall die
On the day that Lawson dies.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Everything I eat has been proved by some doctor or other to be a deadly poison, and everything I don't eat has been proved to be indispensable for life. But I go marching on.
quote by George Bernard Shaw
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Nothing Has Been Proved
(tennant / lowe)
Mandys in the papers cause she tried to go to spain
Shell soon be in the dock and in the papers once again
Vickis got her story about the mirror and the cane
It may be false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved
Stephens in his dressing-gown now, breakfasting alone
Too sick to eat, hes on his feet and to the telephone
The police inspector soothes him with his sympathetic tone
It may be false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved
In the house a resignation
Guilty faces, every one
Christines fallen out with lucky
Johnnys got a gun
Please please mes number one
(its a scandal! its a scandal! such a scandal!)
Now, stephens in the dock for spending money that was earned
By christine, and the prosecution says that money burned
A hole in stephens pocket, for expensive sins he yearned
It may be false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved
In the news the suicide note
In the court an empty space
Even mandys looking worried
Christines pale and drawn
Please please mes number one
(its a scandal! its a scandal! such a scandal!)
Last night he wrote these words to his friend:
Sorry about the mess
Im guilty til proved innocent
In the public eye and press
The funerals very quiet because all his friends have fled
They may be false, they may be true
Theyve all got better things to do
They may be false, they may be true
But nothing has been proved
Nothing
Nothing has been proved
Oh, nothing
Nothing
Oh, nothing
Nothing
Oh, nothing
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Best Of the Rest [Collaboration with Stembeni Moyo]
Among them all,
You have proved to be the best,
Your touch so warm and tender,
Your presence so electrifying,
To see you again I always anticipated
Among them all
You have proved to be the best
Among them all,
Perfection beyond reasonable doubt,
The silence that comes across,
Your breath so close and pure,
Your absence so painful and hurting,
And to meet again I always cogitated
Above them all,
I will always make you come first
To always hear, never fear
Always there to wipe a tear
In my heart you are so dear
Losing you, I cannot bear
To share and to care
This I promise
Among them all,
You have proved to be the best
To always love and be sincere,
Always there to stay so near
In my heart I have no fear
Having you I always desire
To love and admire
This I cherish,
Among them all,
I will always make you come first
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Notwithstanding this high Ecclesiastical authority, he who dared accept truth only because it could be proved, or proved to be good, and disregard authority, was commonly stigmatized as an infidel.
quote by Ethan A. Hitchcock
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Good and Bad
Good are the things
That are proved to be helpful
Bad are the things
That are proved to be harmful
God knows best
What is good for us
And what is bad for us!
That’s why
We should listen to God.
In the eyes of God:
Good work is ten times better
Than bad work
Good work is like gold
And bad work is like cotton
Bad is an inseparable part of God
Just like good is!
God’s body is the Best
And Satan is the worst.
The closer we are to the Best
The luckier we are
The stronger we are
The better we are to the rest.
poem by Asif Andalib
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The most distressing thing that can happen to a prophet is to be proved wrong. The next most distressing thing is to be proved right.
quote by Aldous Huxley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A clear reading
My heart is consciously bleeding
It is not used to for clear reading
I did not realize where I was heading?
It was for sure heads down leading
I am not at all conservative
Though I failed to be elobrative
As I belonged to native
I could not prove to be suggestive
We both fell victim to circumstances
We couldn’t learn antyhiing from past instances
She was completey a shy symbol
I too was new to school and just enrolled
We failed concevably
It ended miserably
We both longed and stayed apart
It was painful to deaprt
You are still hanging around
Your memory is still found
The heart chamber still hunts for your presence
It has remained vacant ever after long absence
The ship did not anchor at shore
We did nothing to explore
We left it to pure luck and fate
It slipped out of hand and proved very late
I had feared darkness and backlash
It was just bright soark and flash
It emerged and disappeared
It has still proved havoc as feared
Hearts can’t be different from place to places
It certainly leaves some traces
It has long spell of separation
It this stage it should raise no question
Love has proved to be legendry tale
It has never remained or dominated by male
It has been sincerely felt by both the character
The question remained who proved to be good actor
There is no room for any complaint or reservation
It has always been a very good observation
Love may fail or accomplish
it may not end with it or finish
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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English, once accepted as an international language, is no more secure than French has proved to be as the one and only accepted language of diplomacy or as Latin has proved to be as the international language of science.
quote by Edward Sapir
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Educators for Friend Thad
Petrarchan sonnet
Italian sestet
The classic scholars always taught
their pupils that the world was flat.
The ancient Greeks, changed all of that
With mathematics and deep thought
the geometrics they had wrought.
Some strange new ideas they begat
arriving at a concordat
The world was round they did exhort.
Now ever since those days of yore
when thinking men proved doctrine erred.
The wisest scholars held their tongue
and just repeated what they’d heard.
Did not claim to know the score.
We hold this right, until proved wrong
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A run away
You ran away from me’
It was only honey bee
You were so scared
You were afraid and not dared
Why did you flee the scene?
You were never desperately seen?
You used to be bold and brave
Why did you run for cover to save?
Was it your defeated tendency?
Will you carry on with same frequency?
It has generated a great concern
It is to be proved wrong in turn
I can’t remain with disloyal
My partner should be brave and royal
You were on running spree
How can I assure self and feel free?
There was no such danger
You had no fever or anger
Neither were you suffering from fever
Nor you had feeling of hunger
It was quite amusing to witness
I couldn’t find your trace
You tried very hard to save the face
It was only peculiar case
You couldn’t reason it out
You were down in my eyes and I shut
Never to look at you and offer yes
For you it may naturally be bad phase
You may offer many reasons
It proved you as coward person
You did not last in very good season
The out come was not good and unforeseen
I had caught a hand of reliable friend
You proved otherwise at the end
It spoke of naked fact
You were not reliable in fact
A person can’t be relied upon
Who is unable to face it in open?
What can be ultimate fate and result?
It is pure humiliation and insult
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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One Chance At A Time
Hello there
You tell me
You got a lot of real respect
For my kind
The old timers
Im old enough to know the rules.
But nobody gave me the book
I had to learn to improvise myself
n time n time I let me down
Until I learned the hard way
How to feel
Whats real
Chorus:
But you get one chance at a life
To give it all and get it right
n after all this time in mine
Everything I thought I knew
Was tellin me
To give it up
And leave it all behind
But you get endless second chances
To take it one chance at a time
For love n money
I made a lot-a dumb mistakes
In my time
Believe me
I proved and proved it
I cant believe Im gonna prove it again
Its time to reinvent myself
But where the hell does the fire come from
When makin it dont make it anymore?
Chorus
Time and love
I been lookin all my life
For time and love
Hoping a breeze will come n take me
I been waiting
And waiting
And sailing in one place
Like a bird against the wind
Afraid to turn and fly away
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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See What Love Can Do
By jerry lynn williams
When your world, it starts to fall apart
Look deep within, within your lonely heart.
Do your best my friend, try and understand
Its only you, pull yourself through.
When you tell your story,
Make sure your storys right;
Every little single word is true.
See what love can do.
See what love can do.
When the words are in the music, the music is the song.
The world would be so happy, if wed all just get along.
I want to see it, a smile on every face.
So when we tell our story,
Make sure that its right
And every single word is true.
See what love can do.
See what love can do.
So when you tell your story, honey
Make sure that its right.
I finally proved the message true.
I see what love can do.
See what love can do.
See what love can do.
See what love can do.
When we sing the story
Make sure your song is right.
Finally proved the message true.
See what love can do.
Oh, see what love can do.
See what love can do.
See what love can do.
See what love can do.
See what love can do.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Those birds
Those birds outside your window at dawn
singing all at once fit to bust –
did you know they migrate from Islam
in the fighting season?
They’re all Sufis: they sleep all night
with the Beloved; and in the morning
they exchange the jokes they heard,
the pillow talk from the night before sleep;
then the blackbird and the thrush
weave these into stories which they sing
all day; then at night the nightingale
makes them all into one beautiful poem
about being intoxicated into song
by the wine of Shiraz; the rose-water wafers;
and how those who say
that one cannot be intoxicated
by the longing for the One
have proved themselves wrong
and proved the nightingale right
as you can know in yourself
when the nightingale sings of this
to the heart’s light pulsing in the stars.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Researcher of poetry
‘Researcher of poetry’
To be or not to be that is the question
Am I a word junkie or a poetry equestrian?
Riding a rhyme changing the line
To make it look like it was mine
The good Lawrence Durrell was a wordy man
Little about poetry he did understand
Till a woman led him to the Promised Land
Now he’s one of the best in the land
Barrington had a duck-billed Platypus at trinity
With whom he shared a remarkable affinity
The Platypus made Barrington nervous
When he suggested they join the Diplomatic Service
John’s padre was an old sky pilot
Until they clipped his wings
He sits in his garden: writing poetry
Playing guitar, composing songs which he sings
Noel proved he was no coward
He proved he was the brave one
With mad dogs and Englishmen
He went out in the midday sun
Cole Porter said let’s do it let’s fall in love
I said Cole you have had to much porter
I really don’t fancy you, but, if you can wait
To get drunk: I might like a little porter
I did do some research to come up with this prose
I know you’re not happy, and what’s getting up your nose
I am not a researcher I will tell you for free
I may just be a thief of other people’s poetry
MICMAC
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Love remembered and consecrated by grief belongs, more clearly than the happy intercourse of friends, to the eternal world; it has proved itself stronger than death.
With Mine Eyes
I know my life is lit by inner light,
Exciting my insight kept bright to cling...
With a tight grasping hold,
To endure through darkness...
I sought to fight.
Day and night with faith,
I would pray for strength...
To assist the chasing away,
Of those doubts that begged me to fear.
Day and night with faith,
I would pray to remove...
Insurmountable obstacles,
I proved I could and would break through...
IF I wanted to.
And this I did to do.
With mine eyes,
I can see and perceive it.
And with mine eyes...
I am the victor.
I can succeed.
And with mine eyes,
I have received...
With belief,
I can and will achieve.
And with mine eyes,
I can see and perceive it...
I am the victor!
I can and will succeed.
Day and night with faith,
I would pray to remove...
Insurmountable obstacles,
I proved I could and would break through...
IF I wanted to.
And this I did to do.
'Cause with mine eyes,
I can see and perceive it.
I am the victor.
I can and will succeed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Take Picture Of Each Other
People take pictures of the Summer,
Just in case someone thought they had missed it,
And to proved that it really existed.
Fathers take pictures of the mothers,
And the sisters take pictures of brothers,
Just to show that they love one another.
You can't picture love that you took from me,
When we were young and the world was free.
Pictures of things as they used to be,
Don't show me no more, please.
People take pictures of each other,
Just to prove that they really existed,
Just to prove that they really existed.
People take pictures of each other,
And the moment to last them for ever,
Of the time when they mattered to someone.
People take pictures of the Summer,
Just in case someone thought they had missed it,
Just to proved that it really existed.
People take pictures of each other,
And the moment to last them for ever,
Of the time when they mattered to someone.
Picture of me when I was just three,
Sucking my thumb by the old oak tree.
Oh how I love things as they used to be,
Don't show me no more, please.
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Willie Neenan Is Still Running
Willie Neenan is still running as running to him is as much a part of his life
As the lives of his athletic daughters and of Marie his good wife
An Irish champion in his seventies and an Irish champion in his prime
No doubt Millstreet's greatest athlete he's proved that time after time.
Willie Neenan is still running to me that comes as no surprise
He runs in sunny weather and when the rain pours from the skies
He has run in the depths of Winter in the frost and in the snow
Willie Neenan was a champion more than fifty years ago.
He won a World silver medal for Ireland at the Master's Games in San Juan in eighty three
Losing out on gold by the narrowest of margins in his surge for victory
The Pipers band came out to play for him in Millstreet his Hometown
He had proved himself against the World's best cannot keep a good one down.
Willie Neenan is still running his great victories we recall
Of Millstreet's many famous athletes the most famous of them all
He was an Irish champion when I was a schoolboy
And he will go on running until the day he die.
poem by Francis Duggan
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But certainly the laser proved to be what I realized it was going to be. At that moment in my life I was too ignorant in business law to be able to do it right, and if I did it over again probably the same damn thing would happen.
quote by Gordon Gould
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Just as the Red Sox proved the critics wrong, Maine can compete and can win.
quote by John Baldacci
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