Reliance
Not to the swift, the race:
Not to the strong, the fight:
Not to the righteous, perfect grace:
Not to the wise, the light.
But often faltering feet
Come surest to the goal;
And they who walk in darkness meet
The sunrise of the soul.
A thousand times by night
The Syrian hosts have died;
A thousand times the vanquished right
Hath risen, glorified.
The truth the wise men sought
Was spoken by a child;
The alabaster box was brought
In trembling hands defiled.
Not from my torch, the gleam,
But from the stars above:
Not from my heart, life's crystal stream,
But from the depths of Love.
poem by Henry Van Dyke
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A Girl Like You
You go to sleep, I want to sail in your hair
And when you speak, you know you got to make sense
You want to say that it's me you know less
I say a girl like you, she was born to be blessed
My hands are yours, and you can take them from me
And take my mouth, I have nothing to say
I want to fly to some other place
I say a girl like you, she was born to be kissed
Born to be kissed
One thousand times and your sisters too
One thousand times, a girl like you
You're gonna say that you want to be free
But when you fall, you'll know you'll fall back to me
You want to fly, and there's no disgrace
I say a girl like you, she was born to be blessed
My hands are yours cause I don't know how to pray
Take my mouth, I have nothing to say
I lift my heart up to a higher place
Up to a girl like you, who was born to be kissed
Oh, born to be kissed
One thousand times and your sisters too
One thousand times, a girl like you
One thousand times and your sisters too
One thousand times, a girl like you
One thousand times and your mother too
One thousand times, a girl like you
One thousand times and your sisters too
One thousand times, a girl like you
Aw-w-w-w, yeahhhh
And your sisters too
One thousand times, a girl like you
Ooooh, one thousand times and your sisters too
One thousand times, I said a girl like you
Ooooh, one thousand times and your sisters too.
song performed by by Tom Jones
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I've Seen That Look On Me
It's four am and you're just getting in.
Your first night out- i won't ask where you've been.
You're so ashamed and your eyes can't meet mine.
I've seen that look on me a thousand times.
Chorus:
What makes us do the things we do heaven only knows.
We think we've got a secret, but it always shows.
I taught you how to cheat, you're doing fine.
I've seen that look on me a thousand times.
But i still love you and so i pretend
And hope i never see that look again.
But if i do i know the fault is mine.
I've seen that look on me a thousand times.
Repeat chorus:
I've seen that look on me a thousand times.
song performed by by George Strait
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Mothers Day2007
She hath my heart, she is my mum.
She hath my heart, she is my only, she is my one.
She hath my heart, though rough winds may blow.
She hath my heart, still her love will flow, her love will always show.
She hath my heart, I thank my lucky stars.
She hath my heart and i have hers.
She hath my heart, i long for her presence.
She hath my heart, her name is essence.
She hath my heart and forever she will.
Lifetimes will come and go, i will love her still
She hath my heart, this fact i cant conceal
Our bond is like sentiment you just cant kill
She hath my heart in times of sorrow.
She hath my heart, yesterday, today and tomorrow.
She hath my heart, my voice will sing.
She hath my heart, she makes the bell in my heart ring.
She hath my heart, in times of trouble.
She wont stumble no i will not let her crumble.
She hath my heart in each and every way
And my love for her grows with each day
She hath my heart for we were once one.
She hath my heart, the heart of the boy inside the man
I hath her heart, the heart we once shared.
Though separated in body the hearts still paired.
She hath my heart i need her near.
She hath my heart my mama dear
She hath my heart and she already knows
In a world of thorny bushes she stands out like rose
She hath my heart for she is always by my side
When the sun sets she is my light, she is my guide.
poem by Soul Child
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Coming Around
I need me in my life…
For without me I will die…
One thousand times…
What is it about me …I do not…
Understand…
Why do I think…I am not…
As beautiful…as…
I need me in my life…
For without me I will die…
One thousand times…
What is it about me…I do not…
Understand…
Why do I think …there is an…
Ulterior motive…
Why do I cater to abuse…
Why do I…Why do I… Why do I…
Why…
I need me in my life…
For without me I will die…
One thousand times…
Me! …yes! …I need you? …
''You've got me…Take me '…
‘I'm yours…I've always been here'…
‘I've died with you a thousand times'…
'And gave you life a thousand more'…
'I need you too'
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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A Thousand Years
Words by sting, music by sting and kipper
A thousand years, a thousand more,
A thousand times a million doors to eternity
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning stairway climbs
To a tower of souls
If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,
The towers rise to numberless floors in space
I could shed another million tears, a million breaths,
A million names but only one truth to face
A million roads, a million fears
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
I could speak a million lies, a million songs,
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time
But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point , this single flame,
The single haunted memory of your face
I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
I may be numberless, I may be innocent
I may know many things, I may be ignorant
Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands
Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands
I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times
Reborn as fortunes child to judge anothers crimes
Or wear this pilgrims cloak, or be a common thief
Ive kept this single faith, I have but one belief
I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
On and on the mysteries unwind themselves
Eternities still unsaid
til you love me
song performed by by Sting
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A Dream? ..
Ten thousand times a day
To be gently touched
Lost smiles of mine
Searched, found and made
To bloom again
Ten thousand times a day
With sweetest kisses to be marked
Ten thousand times a day
By one of sweetest soul
Of earth, that's you
My treasured husband..
Then sit back
And have a rest
No need for measure
Give back to you no less
Then ten thousand times a day
Sit back and smile
Having my sweetest treat:
My love my heart my soul
All yours..
..Now,
Please hug me!
Cling tight on me:
The wood's old castle
I am now and you became
My Ivy.....
poem by Elena Sandu
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Sonnet: What Can’t I Sacrifice To Reach Heaven?
In life, I compromise so many things;
I cannot fight forever in this world;
At times, I take whatever Life just brings;
My sufferings remain in heart untold!
But sin is one thing which I must avoid;
The soul is meant to reach God’s own Abode;
A sinful man can’t satisfy the Lord;
We must therefore live by His every code.
The God of purity is truth and light;
He abhors sins and abysmal darkness;
A thousand suns can’t match His face so bright!
He wants all men freed from devils’ harness.
The grace of God is robe and soul’s haven;
What can’t I sacrifice to reach Heaven?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-4-2006
poem by John Celes
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We Will Meet Again Tonight
we will meet again tonight
in the new place we met last night
when we walked under the sky above
it seeem like two teenager in new love
we will hold each as tenderly as you did
And if i cry, my tears come again forgive me
for i wanna cry with thousand tears
bcaz i have missed you for many times.
we will promise, you shall stay with me
and never again go in my life
we will keep hand each other to hand
and recover again my broken heart
we will meet again tonight
And we'll walk along lovers as stream,
we will meet again tonight
if only in My Mary dreams.
MaryanGeta
poem by Khushi throne
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A Child My Choice
Let folly praise that fancy loves, I praise and love that Child
Whose heart no thought, whose tongue no word, whose hand no deed defiled.
I praise Him most, I love Him best, all praise and love is His;
While Him I love, in Him I live, and cannot live amiss.
Love's sweetest mark, laud's highest theme, man's most desired light,
To love Him life, to leave Him death, to live in Him delight.
He mine by gift, I His by debt, thus each to other due;
First friend He was, best friend He is, all times will try Him true.
Though young, yet wise; though small, yet strong; though man, yet God He is:
As wise, He knows; as strong, He can; as God, He loves to bless.
His knowledge rules, His strength defends, His love doth cherish all;
His birth our joy, His life our light, His death our end of thrall.
Alas! He weeps, He sighs, He pants, yet do His angels sing;
Out of His tears, His sighs and throbs, doth bud a joyful spring.
Almighty Babe, whose tender arms can force all foes to fly,
Correct my faults, protect my life, direct me when I die!
poem by Robert Southwell
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The mystic rose
In ancient times
a warrior prince travelled to the East
to find the wisest man on earth.
Stars guided him
over uncharted terrain
to the court of Enoch
who counselled with the Almighty God.
Great and knowledgeable king,
point me the way
to find the most beautiful flower of all,
it’s called the mystic rose,
and like crystal its leaves glitters
in colours of blue, violet and ruby red
and its odour is more divine
than that of any other bloom.
Why do you need this spectre flower
the great wise king asked?
To win the heart of the girl that I desire
the prince proclaimed.
Where will I find the mystic rose?
The rich prince asked again
while his servants
brought great gifts to the wise king.
Enoch looked the prince in the eye
and said:
Somewhere in the depths
of your inner soul
lies the flower that you seek.
Without words the prince
studied the wise king
and thought about his words
without really comprehending.
The words were perplexing to the prince.
What is the mystic rose,
the prince asked at last
Its unconditional, self-sacrificing
and called perfect love
the wisest man said to him.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Thousand Tears
Each night I cry a thousand tears
and die a thousand times in dreams
because you are no longer here
and I am locked within these prison walls.
Saunders was to blame for this grim tragedy.
If he had not seduced you with his smile
and took you away from me
jealousy might not have eaten at the soul of me.
When I came home late on that fateful night
and saw you both together lying
so close to one another within our family bed.
Something snapped within me
and now no longer and neither of you are here
and I sit on death row
waiting my death to be
and each night I cry a thousand tears
and die a thousand times for the deed I done.
poem by David Harris
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Death
He, born of my girlhood, is dead, while my life is yet young in my heart
Ere the breasts where his baby lips fed have forgotten their softness, we part.
We part. He was mine, he was here, though he travelled by land and by sea,
My son who could trample on fear, my babe who was moulded in me.
As I sat in the darkness, it seemed I could still feel his touch on my head;
He came in the night as I dreamed, and he knelt at the side of my bed;
He murmured the words I had taught when his lips were the lips of a child,
Ere the strength of his arm had been bought and the love that upheld him defiled;
Then my faltering spirit grew bold, and my heart had forgotten its drouth,
And I crooned little songs as of old, till I woke at his kiss on my mouth.
Now waking and sleeping are pain. Nevermore will he kiss, nevermore
Shall I hear his low whistle again at the gate, or his step on the floor,
For to-night he was here while I slept, and this is the end of it all.
Now that welter of darkness has swept us apart, can he come if I call?
Can he come, little chap with the eyes that brought light out of heaven to earth?
Can he come, though the soul of me cries for the joy that I bought by his birth?
I can see but the horror that bids the heart of the mother despair,
The vision that burns on my lids, the face that will always be there,
For he holds out his hands to me, red, and his eyes tell the truth as he stands.
He is dead. He is dead. He is dead. He is dead, with the blood on his hands.
poem by John Le Gay Brereton
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~a Thousand Times, A Thousand Ways~
Beloved…
I’ve expressed my love;
A thousand times
A thousand ways
In a thousand rhymes,
A thousand plays
My muse
My friend
My everything
Alive within my soul
Sewn into my very being
My love…
It is you that makes me whole
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Ask A Thousand Times
When Im high, youre low
When Im up, youre down
And were never around
When we need each other
Back stabbing
You know that I bleed
I just know youll disagree
* ask a thousand times
A thousand times Ill see no
Love is never blind
Though sometimes you might think so
Ask a thousand times
A thousand times youll hear me say
Love is like a weapon
When youre back stabbing me
When Im weak, youre strong
When Im all right, youre all wrong
And we dont get along
Anymore
Back stabbing
You know where that leads
I just know youll disagree
(* repeat two times)
When Im high, youre low
When Im weak, youre strong
(* repeat two times)
song performed by by Abc
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I've Seen That Look On Me (A Thousand Times)
(Harlan Howard/Shirl Milete)
It's 4 a.m. and you're just gettin' in
You're first night out
I won't ask you where you've been
You're so ashamed in you're eyes
Can't beat mine
I've seen that look on me a thousand times
What makes us do the things we do
Heaven only knows
We think we've got a secret
But it always shows
I've taught you how to cheat
You're doin' fine
I've seen taht look on me a thousand times
But I sstill love you
And so I pretend and hope I never see that look again
But if I do I know the fault is mine
I've seen that look on me a thousand times
What makes us do the things we do
Heaven only knows
We think we've got a secret
But it always shows
I've taught you how to cheat
You're doin' fine
I've seen taht look on me a thousand times
I've seen that look on me a thousand times
song performed by by George Strait
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Flower-Salute
THIS nosegay,--'twas I dress'd it,--
Greets thee a thousand times!
Oft stoop'd I, and caress'd it,
Ah! full a thousand times,
And 'gainst my bosom press'd it
A hundred thousand times!
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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By A Thousand Doors
perhaps now this ark is finished,
i can smell the distant dawn.
the light against the window be no stranger,
nor the sound of bare feet in the night.
the crows gather neath the pine tree,
as the wind prepares to die.
voices fallen from the trees,
mine a cloud, a branch, a stone.
it seems tonight the stars finally answer,
all this time i thought i was alone.
a child is born, a life is taken,
streetlights blink in perfect time.
while redemption sleeps in alleys,
and poets silently sweep.
the heart revealed no longer journeys,
for the destination be now the feet.
the tears of god gleam in the darkness,
a stranger's kiss, a soldier's prayer.
infidels gather jewels cast aside,
feed the hungry with human souls.
the song wrapped in plain brown paper,
left by a thousand doors!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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An eyes to see
He closes eyes at the time of demise
As he has broken the promise
Now there won't be any sunrise
The departure is all of sudden with surprise
A the beauty lies with man's eyes
The question doesn't rise with any Why
The wife is always beautiful in life
Only you have to walk on the edge of knife
She is light to herself
So deep and shallow like sea shelf
You may think wise to keep always quiet
The course is yet to be decided and set
Love is to be seen and watched
Legs to be spread and not stretched
Prize is to be won and glimpses to be caught
Wisdom is to prevail and company is to be sought
You may think she is wise and beautiful
Others may think it is unwise and deceitful
She got to be perfect and faithful
Always dedicated and simply truthful
If you are wise you may see only these two
Things may go wrong and not prove true
You have to sail through stormy season
You must have eyes to see her beauty with reasons
Light or dark may not prove contrary
It is very essential and necessary
Think it beautifully and love to merry
Real beauty in eyes you only have to carry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Since Thou Hast Given Me This Good Hope, O God
SINCE thou hast given me this good hope, O God,
That while my footsteps tread the flowery sod
And the great woods embower me, and white dawn
And purple even sweetly lead me on
From day to day, and night to night, O God,
My life shall no wise miss the light of love;
But ever climbing, climb above
Man's one poor star, man's supine lands,
Into the azure steadfastness of death,
My life shall no wise lack the light of love,
My hands not lack the loving touch of hands;
But day by day, while yet I draw my breath,
And day by day, unto my last of years,
I shall be one that has a perfect friend.
Her heart shall taste my laughter and my tears,
And her kind eyes shall lead me to the end.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Sonnet: Forgive Wisely
A statesman wise sees well beyond his times;
A leader great foresees the future well;
A monarch thinks of commonweal all climes;
A pope ensures that no soul lands in hell!
Sometimes, we better forget ego clash;
The world at large does matter more than self;
At times, to forgive, we must make a dash;
Forgiving brethren is better than pelf!
Let decisions be wise always in life;
We do not lose a thing in being kind;
An act of help is welcome amidst strife;
Sometimes to regulations, we needn't bind!
Let men in high authority be wise;
No man is perfect or afree of vice!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 26-06-12
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