Alnham Pele
The Pele Tower well fortified.
Could dominate the countryside
and there was plenty room within
for all the clansmen and their kin.
Long, long ago in days of old.
The borders were a lawless place
and every clan had their stronghold
When border raids were commonplace.
Now it acts as youth hostel.Though
still a warm welcome awaits.
Though not the sort that met the foe
who tried to batter down the gates.
A place where ancient history
adds to its popularity.
5-Aug-07
Pele Towers and fortified manors were the only safe havens in the old days.The borders owed no allegiance to England or Scotland
The borderers raided both countries and each other with equal abandon
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Johnsons Aeroplane
Four long lines one darker than the rest
Each one has a purpose making borders on the land
Farmers pride you know he works real hard
]from a small aeroplane you can see the fields
Heart shaped hedges
Japanese gardens
A place to work and grow
A place to work and grow
Four long years one leaner than the rest
The animals are fed and the pastures dry
Farmers pride if the weather doesnt lie
]from a small aeroplane you can see the sea
Lots of blue
Very deep blue
A place to work and grow
A place to work and grow
Johnson sees the fields from all the sides
Steel machines and black tar roads
Countryside where the spirit never dies
In his face all the history shows
Farmers pride as the rains came down
song performed by by INXS
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For Scotland
Beyond the Cheviots and the Tweed,
Beyond the Firth of Forth,
My memory returns at speed
To Scotland and the North.
For still I keep, and ever shall,
A warm place in my heart for Scotland,
Scotland, Scotland,
A warm place in my heart for Scotland.
Oh, cruel off St. Andrew's Bay
The winds are wont to blow!
They either rest or gently play,
When there in dreams I go.
And there I wander, young again,
With limbs that do not tire,
Along the coast to Kittock's Den,
With whinbloom all afire.
I climb the Spindle Rock, and lie
And take my doubtful ease,
Between the ocean and the sky,
Derided by the breeze.
Where coloured mushrooms thickly grow,
Like flowers of brittle stalk,
To haunted Magus Muir I go,
By Lady Catherine's Walk.
In dreams the year I linger through,
In that familiar town,
Where all the youth I ever knew,
Burned up and flickered down.
There's not a rock that fronts the sea,
There's not an inland grove,
But has a tale to tell to me
Of friendship or of love.
And so I keep, and ever shall,
The best place in my heart for Scotland,
Scotland, Scotland,
The best place in my heart for Scotland!
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Cypress
I am in a field full of lentils and,
Of the sword frozen in your hands after your grip;
But war is still in the Valley of Raphaim,
And i will lay my mind in the stronghold of your love.
Let me draw water from your river of love my sweet Cypress,
For your fortified cities are with walls, gates and bars;
And you have distinguished yourself among the lot!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sean Radley Is To Millstreet
What Pele was to Brazil or Caesar was to Rome
Sean Radley is to Millstreet the place I still call home
And he's not been a warrior or been known for football
But in that Town by Clara hill he's best loved one of all.
Sean Radley is a hero for kindness he has shown
And all around Duhallow by everyone he's known
And about him those who know him have no bad word to say
And to help out other people he go out of his way.
To the Millstreet Museum Society some of his spare time he devote
And about the history of Millstreet some fine articles he's wrote
As a humanitarian and historian Sean Radley earned his fame
And all around Duhallow his is a well known name.
What Caesar was to Italy or Pele was to Brazil
Sean Radley is to Millstreet that Town by Clara hill
And he's not been a warrior or been known for football
But in Millstreet in Duhallow the best loved one of all.
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Deep Sea
I am in the deep sea of love and,
I am still finding where the river enters it;
And like milk and chocolate in the land of your muse,
But the blue wave came in and i met my dream!
Five cubits wide,
Seeing this place today will satisfy my muse;
And like fortified cities with walls, gates and bars!
But a dwelling place of love in this deep sea is all that i need.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Let thy chief fort and place of defense be a mind free from passions. A stronger place and better fortified than this, hath no man.
quote by Marcus Aurelius
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Forgivness
Forgiveness.
It was dawn in Calcutta; I had spent the night in
a bar with no name, when I came upon a hospital
in a side street, a place for the dying. Two nurses
in white uniforms with blue borders - they were
nuns- twins, poke marked, elderly, had prominent
noses and dark penetrating eyes. They led me to
a room were an ancient woman lie dying on a mat,
she smiled held out her hand and asked me what
had taken me so long? I told her of my endless
journeying, all the obstacles in my way and how
I regretted my lateness. She smiled glad that she
could see me a last time; then she died. Twilight,
long shadows a day was ending and I had been
forgiven for not knowing I was loved and missed.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Vanishing Act
There is a place
For all of us
To hide,
To unveil
The bride,
The misery,
The bleak sunder
Amongst foxes;
In the dark,
In the corner
Of your room,
In the sordid cubicle
Of a bar's restroom,
Behind a car,
Under a lamppost,
In the blear
Of the noise,
In the epicenter
Of a crowd,
Where you can die
And no one would know,
Where you can give up
And no false-hope
Can linger
And where the wounds
Do not deserve
The emollient graze
Of tourniquets
And this place
Is ubiquitous
Swallowing the bliss
Of ephemeral days
And in this place
You should learn to subsist
Because this place
Is the only one
That will never leave
You are one lucky fellow
If you had picture
A woman, a man,
A lover, a comrade,
Building bricks
To become this place
Of safe
Euthanasia
For every
Vanishing acts.
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A Place In The Sun
(track 14 - time 4:18)
(steve dukes/chris lindsey)
Long ago, far away
I felt your lovin? glow upon my face
Was it a dream or just a promise made
What is my destiny
Someday Ill find a way to shine
Leave all these rainy days behind
I know theres got to be
Some place warm and bright for me
Im running out of places I can run
Looking for a place in the sun
Darkness hangs overhead
Close to the point where angels fear to tread
I close my eyes and think of you instead
And pray youll be here soon
Someday Ill find a way to shine
Leave all these rainy days behind
I know theres got to be
Some place warm and bright for me
Im running out of places I can run
Looking for a place in the sun
Sometimes it feels like this whole worlds against me
And every beaten path is just another winding road that tempts me
Far from you and all thats true
Ive got to find my way again
Someday Ill find a way to shine
Leave all these rainy days behind
I know theres got to be
Some place warm and bright for me
Im running out of places I can run
Looking for a place in the sun
Yeah Im running out of places I can run
Looking for a place in the sun
Oh, wont you shine down on me sunshine
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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The greatest goal of all time
I've seen lots of great goals
some to take your breath away
I recall one from many years ago
that has stayed with me to this day.
The player had the ball at his feet
cutting through the defence like a sword
beating player after player with ease
the whole ground stood to applaud.
I've witnessed individual goals
and some created by most of the team
but the greatest one I've ever seen?
was by myself in a beautiful lucid dream.
I was playing for England against Brazil
the crowd was roaring out my name
it was the World Cup Final at Wembley
two all with a minute left in the game.
I then tackled and robbed Pele of the ball
and I went on a long and mazy run
it ended with me hitting home the winner
'What a goal' read the headline in the Sun.
I lifted up the Jules Rimet Trophy
got carried round the pitch shoulder high
but when Pele said my goal was the greatest
I just fell to my muddy knees to cry.
It's been said that dreams can come true
and that's a saying I know to be right
because that 'dream' goal I scored at Wembley
was voted best ever goal on the telly last night!
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Page of my History
Some laughs some tears
This is it, its what we feared
We are going our separate ways
Things getting easier by the days
You’re now a page of my history
Many days of adventure and fun
But we both know we aren’t the one
The pain eases so very slow
But it’s for the best and we know it
You’re now a page of my history
The not knowing is the mystery
But us being together is history
We will get over the misery
Even though I miss yee
You’re now a page of my history
We gave it our best shot
But it was a game we lost
Our love is lost but never gone
We will find a place to keep it safe
You’re now a page of my history
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These Are The Days
Ah ah
Heres a song
About living in the past
If it was so good then
How come it didnt last?
If it helps you
Ill put it in a phrase
Those were the times
But these are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
The times youre smiling back on
Had that great sitcom
It hardly compensated
For the terror of the bomb
Let me help
cause youre looking through a haze
Those were the times
These are the days
These are the days
Hey hey hey
These are the days
Can you hear me now?
These are the days
Look around look around look around
These are the days
These are the days
Hey hey live today
These are the days
Its time to put the past away
These are the days
The more you do the more you say
These are the days
The more I need to get away
Youre longing for a time
There never was
Now tell me the truth
Youre looking for the reason
Its because
Youre fighting for youth
But if I have to listen any more
To fantasy talk
Or any other bug you have
Im leaving
Now Im not saying
Everything is really great
Hey hey hey
After sixteen years
Of legalised class hate
Why waste time
Looking back for things to praise?
Those were the times huh
But these are the days
These are the days
Looking back in history
These are the days
Time to get contempory
These are the days
The past is not the place to be
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Flotsam
After the First World War
there floated a sea of stateless people
who drifted from border to border,
flotsam of the war, each reaching out
to find somewhere to call their own;
displaced by everyone as they tried
to adopt a homeland,
a place they could call their own.
Etched on each face was the agony
they felt being turned away
everywhere they went.
This flotsam of war.
10 November 2010
Author’s Note:
It is hard to believe that millions of people were displaced and wandered the borders of Europe for years after the First World War. However, it is true and history does record it.
DVH
November 2010
poem by David Harris
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Welcome Home
In my life
I have seen
Far away places
Wild and serene
But nothing I saw
Prepared me for
The mat on the floor
Saying "welcome home"
Time flies
See the moon rise
As I'm makin' my way
Through another long day
But I'll go
To a place I know
In my heart I know
There's just no place
Like home
Welcome home
Welcome home
To that place
That's safe and warm
Always a shelter
From the storm
I'm going home
Welcome home
Roll out the welcome mat
For me!
I'm goin' home
Sometimes
I remember
All the days I never knew
If I would ever make it through
But just when
I'd give up again
I'd remember when the days
Were stormy
Home was always
Waitin' for me
Sayin'
Welcome home
Welcome home
Where there will always be
A welcoming light on
Just for me
When I go home
Welcome home
No place
That I would rather be
Than goin' home
In my heart I know
That someday when my time
Is drawing near
I'm gonna hear
Welcome home
Welcome home
Where there will always be
Somebody waiting
There for me
When I go home
Home sweet home
Everyone's smilin' just for me
When I go home
In my heart I see
Somebody waiting
There for me
Welcome home
Welcome home
It looks like a
Starlight symphony
I'm goin' home
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The Dangling Conversation
It's a still life water color
Of a now late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtain lace
And shadows wash the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives
And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time
And the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives
Yes, we speak of things that matter
With words that must be said
"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater really dead?"
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow
I cannot feel your hand
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
In the borders of our lives
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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Syrian Civil War Blood Shed Radical
Syria
has no
decades
long economic
prosperity stability
to fall back on?
instability
in Syria
impacts
on Jordan
Iraq Turkey
Lebanon?
Syria
has heated
up Syrian
Israeli border tensions
since October in an attempt
at unification against
a common
traditional enemy?
but far too
much Syrian
civil war blood
has been shed
now contemporary
President of Turkey
Arab praise rising
on hate
Israeli rhetoric
agenda?
shares an old Israeli
misfortune Syrian shells
cross Turkish borders
and Israeli borders
cheer up worried Turkey
you have it easy?
hundreds of Palestinian
missiles kill not your citizens
relax safe within borders?
Israel suffers 12 years
of yearly 1000 rockets
slamming into her cities?
Britain America Turkey
would not suffer 12 days
12 hours of such attacks?
but beware the Syrian
National Council SNC enjoys
strong Turkish support?
dominated by Sunni Islamists
members of the Free Syrian Army
have begun to receive training?
from prominent
radical Islamists
like dangerous
Belhaj commander
of Tripoli Military
Council in Libya?
Belhadj with 'close relationships'
with al-Qaeda leaders specifically
cite Taliban chief Mullah Omar?
based in Jalalabad
Belhadj is alleged
to have run financed?
training camps
for Arab mujahideen fighters
be careful Turkey?
such warriors
supporting Islamic wars
support do not
sectarian republics
can cross so easily can
Turk Syrian borders?
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I'm not sure whether Los Angeles borders on the ocean or on oblivion. I always feel that I'm two steps away from the other side when I'm out there. It's more like a vacation place or a place to visit than a place to hunker down.
quote by Jeffrey Wright
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I Have Been Through The Gates
His heart to me, was a place of palaces and pinnacles and shining towers;
I saw it then as we see things in dreams,--I do not remember how long I slept;
I remember the tress, and the high, white walls, and how the sun was always on the
towers;
The walls are standing to-day, and the gates; I have been through the gates, I have
groped, I have crept
Back, back. There is dust in the streets, and blood; they are empty; darkness is over
them;
His heart is a place with the lights gone out, forsaken by great winds and the heavenly
rain, unclean and unswept,
Like the heart of the holy city, old blind, beautiful Jerusalem;
Over which Christ wept
poem by Charlotte Mary Mew
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Divine Mother Pele
In endless night eternal shadow volcanic fire
Upon the moon
And day burns red in an eclipse of the Earth
Through the death of the moon
Ancient worlds in extrophy
Through a vision of fire
Oh Kiluae, art thou the House of the Moon as
Haleakala is the House of the Sun
Endless shadow of ancient worlds
Through a vision of fire
The House of the Moon in the House of the Sun
Oh Divine Mother Pele, will the Earth return to
Ash in an alchemical purification like the phoenix
In volcanic fire
The moon and the Sun
And endless universes on fire
Oh, Divine Mother Pele, art thou a Daughter of Maya
And of the Endless Cycles of Universal flux
Thou art not the end of time for the Earth, but its Rebirth
poem by Dr. Antoinette Voget
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There is no sound sleep as sound as home
In the foreign land where you live
Where the snow is cold and slippery and smooth
You say you cannot sleep
And all alone not feeling safe
In that house made of steel and fortified walls
Here in our country
Where walls are weak where beams are but coconut wood
Where the sun is hotter
Where the dust spread like blanket on the bed
Where the noise is simply intolerable
Where beggars come asking for food
Where poverty and calamities abound
Here in my country I sleep so soundly
Because lady, this is my home this is where my heart is
Because lady, I am safe in this place that I call my own
Because lady, there is no place like home
Where sleep is sleep and will always be sound
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