His Mother
DEAD! my wayward boy--_my own_--
Not _the Law's!_ but _mine_--the good
God's free gift to me alone,
Sanctified by motherhood.
'Bad,' you say: Well, who is not?
'Brutal'--'with a heart of stone'--
And 'red-handed.'--Ah! the hot
Blood upon your own!
I come not, with downward eyes,
To plead for him shamedly,--
God did not apologize
When He gave the boy to me.
Simply, I make ready now
For _His_ verdict.--_You_ prepare--
You have killed us both--and how
Will you face us There!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Elmer Brown
Awf'lest boy in this-here town
Er anywheres is Elmer Brown!
He'll mock you--yes, an' strangers, too,
An' make a face an' yell at you,--
'_Here's_ the way _you_ look!'
Yes, an' wunst in School one day,
An' Teacher's lookin' wite that way,
He helt his slate, an' hide his head,
An' maked a face at _her_, an' said,--
'_Here's_ the way _you_ look!'
An' sir! when Rosie Wheeler smile
One morning at him 'crosst the aisle,
He twist his face all up, an' black
His nose wiv ink, an' whisper back,--
'_Here's_ the way _you_ look!'
Wunst when his Aunt's all dressed to call,
An' kiss him good-bye in the hall,
An' latch the gate an' start away,
He holler out to her an' say,--
'_Here's_ the way _you_ look!'
An' when his Pa he read out loud
The speech he maked, an' feel so proud
It's in the paper--Elmer's Ma
She ketched him--wite behind his Pa,--
'_Here's_ the way _you_ look!'
Nen when his Ma she slip an' take
Him in the other room an' shake
Him good! w'y, he don't care--no-_sir_!--
He ist look up an' laugh at her,--
'_Here's_ the way _you_ look!'
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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I thought it was a gift.
They told me it was a gift;
they told me and I was so glad.
I put my heart and soul into it all,
cried tears and sweat so many beads of my own metallic crimson blood.
I gave it all; I thought it was a gift.
I worked longer than anyone I knew.
I worked harder.
I gave up so much more, I did so many things, all at the same time;
just so I could please them. I put their needs and wants over mine.
I gave it all; I thought it was a gift.
I thought that this was what they called fate,
I thought that this was what they called destiny.
I thought that I'd been given a gift for good.
I thought that gifts were supposed to bring joy, and happiness, and peace.
I gave it all, all because I thought it was a gift.
You never told me,
that one day I'd be sitting here,
questioning myself -
about how and why a God given gift, had suddenly turned
into a curse.
I Offer You My Heart
Time stands still for one brief moment
The air gently plays with the hair around my face
Today I stand alone
Ready to face the one thing I regret
Too long I have ran
Straying far from anyone I could trust
Life wasn’t my only fear,
Betrayal was what truly killed
So I stand here on the edge
Ready to jump
Thoughts racing around in my head
Trust is what I want
I gave my heart away once before,
Only to have it handed back
Bruised and bloody
The wounds have yet to heal
Scares still litter the flesh
I kept it locked away in a box
Never to be hurt again
That was until the key,
Long forgotten,
Was found
The chest was opened and exposed I was to the world
A new feeling long hidden awoke to wondering eyes
Now I give my heart up
A relationship to forge
A trust to instill
This jump no longer feels high
And,
Anxiety has faded
The past is in the past, and
The future is open
Until that heart is taken,
I will not jump
Until the trust is given,
I will not fall
Until I find me,
I will stand alone
poem by Corey Mason
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Charity
The Princess was of ancient line,
Of royal race was she;
Like cameo her face was fine,
With sad serentiy:
Yet bent she toiled with dimming eye,
Her rice and milk to buy.
With lacework that for pity plead,
So out of date it seemed,
She sought to make her daily bread,
As of her past she dreamed:
And though sometimes I heard her sigh,
I never knew her cry.
Her patient heart was full of hope,
For health she gave God thanks,
Till one day in an envelope
I sealed a thousand francs,
And 'neath her door for her to see
I slipped it secretly.
'Twas long after, I came to know
My gift she never spent,
But gave to one of greater woe,
And wearily she went . . .
To be of charity a part,--
That stabbed her to the heart.
For one dark day we found her dead:
Oh she was sweet to see!
Exalted in her garret bed
With face like ivory . . .
Aye, though from lack of food she died,
Unflawed she flagged her pride.
poem by Robert William Service
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A Dead Heart
You chip away,
At my heart.
It breaks,
Into two.
I cry,
And just want to die.
I wipe my tears away,
And run away.
My broken heart,
The one you broke,
Is dead,
And so am I.
You have killed me,
With words so strong.
I became weak,
And lost my will to live.
You thought wrong of me,
Seeing my body lay still.
I get up,
And take you down.
I punch,
Looking for blood.
I kick,
Trying to make the kill.
I break an arm,
A leg,
And a hand.
Blood is pooling,
I get up,
Wipe the blood away on me,
And leave.
I look behind once,
And see your dead,
But you're actually dead,
Unlike me...
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Burning In The Skies
I used the deadwood to make the fire rise
The blood of innocence burning in the skies
I filled my cup with the rising of the sea
And poured it out in an ocean of debris
I'm swimming in the smoke
Of bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
What I don't deserve
We held our breath when the clouds began
to form
But you were lost in the beating of the
storm
And in the end we were made to be apart
In separate chambers of the human heart
I'm swimming in the smoke
Of bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
It's in the blackened bones
Of bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
What I don't deserve
I'm swimming in the smoke
Of bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
The blame is mine alone
For bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
What I don't deserve
And here's the dead wood to make the fire
rise
The blood of innocence burning in the skies
poem by Pawan Kumar 'Meonlafesta'
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The Blood of Thousands
Thousands upon thousands are slain
Each year, are killed in cruel, cold blood.
Thousands cry out, but to no avail—
They are attacked with cruelest hate.
They scream and shout!
But do we care? No! and we never will!
Let’s murder some more! Kill more from inside!
It doesn’t hurt us in the least!
They’re as dead as dead can ever get—
They’ll not trouble us again.
They are gone and now you can rejoice!
Take pride in your murder of innocent blood!
Who are these thousands killed every year?
The infants in your womb!
Murderess! ! Fiend! Heartless animal!
You don’t deserve motherhood!
Abort them. Go ahead. At least they’re in a better place,
A place you’ll never go! At least it’s over, and they
Didn’t have to deal with you, selfish pig!
I hope that guilt tears you apart the way you did to them!
This is abortion.
This is evil.
This is.....
Murder!
poem by Paige Scott
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Grey Eyes
SHE glanced across the path to me,
Grey eyes!
Her looks were kisses plain to see.
I gave her glances back to her—
Glad eyes!
She saw the lifting of despair.
From memory a face looked out,
Dim eyes!
No years could sour that love to doubt.
My soul would nevermore be lone—
Bride's eyes!
Hearts still were waiting for my own.
Our souls uncurtained then, perchance—
Deep eyes!
Each built an epoch in a glance.
Out of her fellowship so free
Light eyes!
She gave some gladness unto me.
And I gave? As we turned apart—
Dead eyes!
I saw the shudder in her heart.
poem by Arthur Henry Adams
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An Old Fisher In The Green
A man, this man, alone in the green,
a little, tiny sand, a speck in the sea.
He used to be a torrent, a veritable blizzard,
ready to weather the storms, this strong fisher.
Then these little fish, to him flocked,
and his heart gave in, collapsed in him, and gave him quite a start.
He took the fish and laid it out, gave it his breath,
and as it looked, its eyes glowed hot, and took from him the rest.
Then it became a fisherman, but one that knew its gift,
it indeed was a fisherman who helped its once-known kin,
what a wondrous man this fish did make, reveling in this skin,
it indeed was a better fisherman who helped its once-known kin.
And so this old fisherman, living on his last breath,
lived only to help the fish he helped, until his last, his death.
His last was given to a fish he deemed demure, a wriggling sickly thing,
he gave it his last, he did, he did, though it remained a fish.
He gave his all, he did, he did, till this fish became enlarged,
yet still not a man did it make, but instead became in charge,
a shark it made, it did, it did, and it hounded out,
till once again, it did, it hid, became the rounder out.
The fishermen were thrown on their guards, this shark was so enlarged,
till all was dust upon the sea, and the old man was set free.
The vision just though may it be,
became but dust upon the sea
till all was dust to dust upon the sea,
and the old man, weak, was at last set free.
poem by Kevin Maroney
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Killing Love (Stream XX)
Love like gentle petals unfurls,
A tender plant killed by harsh words.
A flower that needs much nurturing
For then it will blossom, grow.
But we, we two,
Having this great gift
Did fritter it away.
Spend thrifts we were,
Misers to its needs.
Gave it no bread.
Fed it no water.
Let the weeds of indifference grow
Choking it with strangling vines.
So that it died in the desert of our neglect.
Killed it stone dead with unkind thoughts
Withered it with cold looks
That chilled and froze the heart.
Turned caresses to sharp words
And used our tongues as swords.
The passion that once burned
Tuned to hot anger.
Destroyed and consumed it.
Now it lies between us ashes.
And we both desolate,
Go our separate ways.
poem by Paul Brookes
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I'm Gonna Be Ready
I say a prayer every night
Whatever I do, I'll get it right
With no regret, no guilt or shame this time (no not this time)
Once I surrender, I won't dare look back
'Cause if I do, I'll get off track
Move ahead in faith
And patiently await your answer
What will it be
Sight beyond what I see
You know what's best for me
Prepare my mind, prepare my heart
For whatever comes, I'm gone' be ready
Strength to pass any test
I feel like I'm so blessed
With you in control, I can't go wrong
'Cause I always know
I'm gonna be ready
I was free to do what I wanted to
Lost everything, but I still had you
You showed me your grace
Now my life's renewed and I thank you (yes.. I thank you)
So I'll tell anyone who'll listen, I'll testify
About how good you were to me when so call friends passed me by
The fact that you would show somebody so broke down
So much mercy...
Chorus
So use me as you will
I'll pay the price
'Cause made the ultimate sacrifice
It's all because of you that I even have life
And I'll give my love as a tribute to how great you are...
Chorus
I'm gonna be ready(3x)
I'm gone...be ready
song performed by by Yolanda Adams
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Are You Going To Heaven
Are you going to Heaven
Do you know how to go to heaven? The bible tells the way
It's not through anything we could do, we are all sinners gone astray
We cannot change ourselves, our hearts are sinful and black
The bible says we've all gone our own way and are totally off track
There is no way we could ever be good enough, that we know for sure
So God in his great love and mercy provided the perfect cure
He gave the perfect sacrifice that could make our black heart white
It is the precious blood of Jesus, who gave his life to make it right
Jesus shed his blood on Calvary to wash us from our sin
He does all the changing of our heart when we invite him in
Just put your faith in Christ and trust in him alone
His dying on the cross paid it all and did for all our sins atone
Jesus' shed blood will wash your heart and cleanse all sin away
You'll receive the gift of eternal life and in Heaven you will be someday
Just come to Jesus as you are, it was for sinners his blood outpoured
Then you can rest assured you are forgiven and he will be your Lord
Your name will be written down in the Lamb's Book of Life and can never be crossed out
You'll know you're on your way to Heaven and never again have to doubt
Romans 3: 10 -12 As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one: There is none that understandeth, there is none that seeketh after God. They are all gone out of the way..
Romans 6: 23 For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
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poem by Cindy Wyatt
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n the Dock
I
The pale brunette
was asked to stand
and hear the verdict read.
One life hung in the balance,
one girl already dead….
Thumbs down,
and she would
be remanded.
grey days
in a prison drear.
Thumbs up
and she would
be restored
to those who held her dear.
Shifting slightly
from foot to foot.
She scarcely dared to breathe
The heart imprisoned in her breast
fairly bursting to be free..
Absolvo or Condemno
which would the verdict be?
The defendant was Amanda Knox
this day would see her free.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Heart Of Stone
I cry for your heart of stone
Im gonna wait until you come home
Oh why I am I alone?
Im as good as dead yeah
Ooh I lost my sense of passion and direction
To protect myself from hurting and despair
Listen to my heart my soul is aching
Fool or saint?
Cause you went and left me
And you so upset me
I cant believe that you would ever find it easy
To walk away as if youd never really cared
Did you expect that Id give in and beg for mercy
Out in the gutter
Out in the gutter
I cry for your heart of stone
Im gonna wait until you come home
Oh why I am I alone?
Im as good as dead yeah
Ooh I look back on the first night with affection
And if you had a heart youd remember too
The way we used to run around like little children
Fool or saint?
My mother told me
Youd be no good for me
I cry for your heart of stone
Im gonna wait until you come home
Oh why I am I alone?
Im as good as dead yeah
Out in the gutter
I got to break that heart of stone
I cry for your heart of stone
(I been worried about you baby)
Oh why I am I alone?
(I been worried about you baby)
Im as good as dead yeah
(I want you back)
song performed by by Erasure
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A War Song to Englishmen
Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war,
Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb;
Th' Angel of Fate turns them with mighty hands,
And casts them out upon the darken'd earth!
Prepare, prepare!
Prepare your hearts for Death's cold hand! prepare
Your souls for flight, your bodies for the earth;
Prepare your arms for glorious victory;
Prepare your eyes to meet a holy God!
Prepare, prepare!
Whose fatal scroll is that? Methinks 'tis mine!
Why sinks my heart, why faltereth my tongue?
Had I three lives, I'd die in such a cause,
And rise, with ghosts, over the well-fought field.
Prepare, prepare!
The arrows of Almighty God are drawn!
Angels of Death stand in the louring heavens!
Thousands of souls must seek the realms of light,
And walk together on the clouds of heaven!
Prepare, prepare!
Soldiers, prepare! Our cause is Heaven's cause;
Soldiers, prepare! Be worthy of our cause:
Prepare to meet our fathers in the sky:
Prepare, O troops, that are to fall to-day!
Prepare, prepare!
Alfred shall smile, and make his harp rejoice;
The Norman William, and the learnèd Clerk,
And Lion Heart, and black-brow'd Edward, with
His loyal queen, shall rise, and welcome us!
Prepare, prepare!
poem by William Blake
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The Present
Keep your joy ready,
And prepare to give as a gift!
Not tomorrow.
Or to yesterdays gone.
But today!
Now.
As in the 'present'.
And isn't that what you are giving?
Yourself.
Yo give.
As God gave your life to you,
To live!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Wayward Heart
Who would love the wayward heart
Prone to being lost in a dream
Who would love the wayward heart
Who so neatly expresses such need
To be loved and nurtured
To feel as though it is the only one
Such is the longing of being alone
For what has been to long
Caught between trust and jealousy
The wayward heart is torn
Does it play to the romantic ideals
Or guard itself from harm
Who would love the wayward heart
And teach it to love again
To have the time and the patience
To understand its ways
Resolve to reap the rewards
Of helping the wayward heart
Finally find its way
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Their self-defense
When the incident happened
Three of them took turns
Mauling the victim
Using firewood they hit
His nape, using their fists
They hit his face and arms
And back and when he knelt
For mercy, they still kick him
And spit on him, until he fell
To the ground
Losing his view of what
This world is all about
Is this world all about hatred?
Is this world all about violence
Inflicted by a brother to another
Brother? Is dialogue not a
Possibility to settle this war?
That night, he saw dead stars and blood
Not the beautiful stars in his poems
But the stars of pain & grief when he
Lost his consciousness
When his eyes were forced to close
Now he invokes the law
Against them who almost
Killed him
He invokes the law of the just
On his lacerated lip and
Multiple injuries around
His human body
And I listened to the defense
Of the three accused
They say they were only
Defending themselves
Because he wanted to talk
To them on the dead of the night
And wanted an explanation
About the grudge of this world
Against him and his kindness
He stared at them and they
Did not like it, his eyes
Stabbed them
With so much light and it
Was also painful
The stare was grievous
I looked at the eyes of pain
On his complaint and today
I made a decision
The verdict, of course
Is Guilty.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Weary World
This world is a weary place, filled with darkness and dismay,
I need to lean upon God’s Grace, to make it through the day.
At times I need to seek His face, as my heart begins to stray.
I need to find a quiet place, a place where I can humbly pray.
I know God has His eye on me, since the day that I believed.
And He gave me eyes to see, when His Holy Spirit I received.
From this darkness I am free, though I was lost and deceived.
And I was pointed to Eternity, the very moment that I believed.
And now I’ve come to realize, Christ is the Master of my Life.
Worldly concern in Him dies, as I hide my life in Jesus Christ
He who sits above the skies, died so I could have New Life.
And in this life I’ll fix my eyes, upon my Savior Jesus Christ.
With The Spirit I’ve been sealed, and was given a guarantee.
On the cross Christ appealed, and from there He set me free.
By His stripes I’ve been healed, the ones He bore on Calvary.
And by Christ it’s been revealed, that my home is in Eternity.
On that cross for me He died, and He gave to me New Life.
And this life, it is sanctified, that I may live for Jesus Christ.
And because He lives inside, He helps me in my daily strife.
In Jesus Christ I shall abide, from this day into Eternal Life.
Shine On
The greatest gift, the gift of life
The gift of love divine
God gave us all a special gift
He meant for it to shine
He meant for it to shine
The darkest night can be made light
By one bright word or smile
If wed put on our neighbors shoes
And choose to walk a mile
God gave us all our own free will
To choose the paths we take
No greater deed could eer be done
Than for anothers sake
The greatest gift, the gift of life
The gift of love divine
God gave us all a special gift
He meant for it to shine
He meant for it to shine
Shine on, shine on, for all to see
Gods light inside your soul
Shine on, shine on, let love flow free
Warm others in its glow
Shine on, shine on, shine on
So hide it not or it will fade
Shine on, shine on, shine on
Shine on, shine on, shine on
The greatest gift, the gift of life
The gift of love divine
God gave us all a special gift
He meant for it to shine
Shine on, shine on, shine on
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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