On Seeing the Elgin Marbles for the First Time
My spirit is too weak; mortality
Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,
And each imagined pinnacle and steep
Of godlike hardship tells me I must die
Like a sick eagle looking at the sky.
Yet 'tis a gentle luxury to weep,
That I have not the cloudy winds to keep
Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Such dim-conceived glories of the brain
Bring round the heart an indescribable feud;
So do these wonders a most dizzy pain,
That mingles Grecian grandeur with the rude
Wasting of old Time -with a billowy main,
A sun, a shadow of a magnitude.
poem by John Keats
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Two Sonnets. To Haydon, With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles
I.
Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak
Definitively of these mighty things;
Forgive me, that I have not eagle's wings,
That what I want I know not where to seek,
And think that I would not be over-meek,
In rolling out upfollowed thunderings,
Even to the steep of Heliconian springs,
Were I of ample strength for such a freak.
Think, too, that all these numbers should be thine;
Whose else? In this who touch thy vesture's hem?
For, when men stared at what was most divine
With brainless idiotism and o'erwise phlegm,
Thou hadst beheld the full Hesperian shine
Of their star in the east, and gone to worship them.
II. On Seeing The Elgin Marbles.
My spirit is too weak - mortality
Weighs heavily upon me like unwilling sleep,
And each imagined pinnacle and steep
Of godlike hardship tells me I must die
Like a sick eagle looking at the sky.
Yet 'tis a gentle luxury to weep
That I have not the cloudy winds to keep,
Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Such dim-conceived glories of the brain
Bring round the heart an undescribable feud;
So do these wonders a most dizzy pain,
That mingles Grecian grandeur with the rude
Wasting of old Time -- with a billowy main --
A sun -- a shadow of a magnitude.
poem by John Keats
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Late summer evening
Late summer evening, the sun went down in gore and stream
At orange dusk hue, the hot and feverish night succeeded
There was a windless calm, a dismal pause the succumb world greeted
The moon showed, the splendor of clearance, and deadlier gleam
Sitting on a porch under the night dark stark pall
Life weaken like the flame in a waning torch, a gripping stall
The moon climbed in sloth through the dilated orbit
Her ridged face scared, her surface uneven and morbid
My spirit grew fragile, weak and withdrawn; the ever mortality
Of all creatures of this amazing world, and adversity
Weighed heavily on me like unwilling, unwelcome sleep
Hovering like an ominous shadow; breathless feeling engraved inside me so deep
And each imagined spiritual pinnacle and steep
Of godlike hardship and religion tell me I must perish and die
Like a sick wounded sinking eagle plunging from the sky.
Yet this is a gentle luxury in me to sadden and to weep,
That I have not the cloudy winds to keep insane
Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Such dim-conceived glories of the mortal brain
Bring round the heart an indescribable feud and inner cry
So do these wonders a most dizzy pain,
That mingles human grandeur with the rude
Wasting of old time -with a surging main,
A sun, a shadow of an awesome reverence and magnitude.
Glory and loveliness have passed from my life away
For if I wander out in early morning towards the glorious East
The blemished splendor, the incomplete happiness encounter my way
A feeling of estranged departure; being taken; un belonging deprived of rest
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Stay Away Foul Death!
Stay away most foul and vile death
My heart and soul still beat in vigor of breath
Stop flipping so rapidly in my pages of years
My time is still far from mourning and tears
Yet my spirit becomes too fragile and weak
Your imposing mortality worse than the sharpest beak
Weighs heavily on me like unwilling, unwelcome sleep
And each imagined thing of pinnacle and steep
Of Godlike hardship or hell conclude my final bed
Must I like all creatures of this world be ultimately dead!
And how can I ever bid these joys of the world farewell?
Never, I must take them with me to a nobler life,
Where I may find great agonies and heroic strife
Of the human hearts, sages of all past ages with glorious rebel
And how do you imagine my final voyage to land so far?
Over sailing the blue cragginess, a car
And sinew steeds with stream manes, and a charioteer
Guiding out upon the winds with glorious fear
And then the chariot numerous trampling quiver lightly
Along a huge white cloud's ridge; and then with sprightly
Wheel downward we come into fresher skies
Tipped round with silver haze from the sun bright eyes
I have seen many scenes of hill side grave yard
And none I found fit for my final depart
The town around the streets and the setting sun
The clouds, the trees, the rounded hills all seem
Though beautiful, cold, strange macabre as in a dire dream
The haunted clustered spirits of the dead in their nightly dance begun
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Dedicated to ppl who dont sleep
Sleep, sleep, sleep
It’s magnificent and nice,
With dreams beyond wonder,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Eyes tightly closed,
A little smile on you r cheeks,
Feeling the ambiance
Of the pure and precious sleep,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Forgetting insane things of the mixed world outside
Relax my dear, feel the gentle breeze,
Do not worry about tomorrow, do not weep,
Wake up fresh in the morning with a recuperate mind,
Fresh and blessed with a wonderful sleep,
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP!
poem by Tejaswini Iyer
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Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!
SLEEP
Sleep, sleep, sleep
It’s magnificent and nice,
With dreams beyond wonder,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Eyes tightly closed,
A little smile on you r cheeks,
Feeling the warm sensations
Of the pure and precious sleep,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Forgetting insane things of the mixed world outside
Relax my little one, feel the gentle breeze,
Do not worry about tomorrow, do not weep,
Wake up fresh in the morn with a recuperated mind,
Fresh and blessed with a wonderful sleep,
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP!
JERINE JAMES (3RD JULY 07)
poem by Jerine James
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Dizzy
I wanna know who you are
No more admiring you from a far
You walk by I get weak in the knees
I get next to you andi get dizzy dizzy
The way you look the way you move
Your body's telling me that I cant lose
You and me were meant to be
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy
My head is spinning round and round
You got me feeling like my feet arent on the ground
What is this power that you have over me
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy
I dont know just what to do
I've been in love but this is something new
Your the one for me its plain to see
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy
With my eyes open I wanna see your face
Spend all my days in your sweet embrace
Just one night with you could set me free
I get next to you and i get dizzy dizzy
You make me think of things to come
I'm dreaming that I'm making love
I dont know what you doing to me
I get next to you and i get dizzy dizzy
My head is spinning round and round
You got me feeling like my feet arent on the ground
What is this power that you have over me
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy
I dont know just what to do
I've been in love but this is something new
Your the one for me its plain to see
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy
(rap)
Hey I wanna hear you scream
Girl do you wanna get with me
Actually its plain to see
The way you move is making me dizzy
Dont know just what to do
I need some love to get me through
I'm feeling you
song performed by by 98 Degrees from Revelation
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Eagle night
Eagle night and seen by sea
A distant call, in sonnet key
In any moment, place or time
A distant call is sent from high
Eagle night, i swear I’ve sawn
Eagle flight with salty winds
By the pinnacle of water and land
Where sea winds crash and struggle the sand
Call again, from a place that’s near
Always close, so one can hear
Or so can be thought the truth of such things
Resonate from eagle wings
Never foreboding the loss of a call
Never shorn for a sighting once more
The discontent of the mind is evaded
And all the wanting of life unladen
The call, one call, one sight, any wind
Reminds the heart of the sweetest thing
Deep remnants of a time unkempt
And narrowing from this lively nest
Illusioned by dreams of taste and touch
But grasped in song by night eagle clutch
poem by Julia Grandi
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Dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
D - I - z - z - y
You make me dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
D - I - z - z - y
You make me dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
Im so dizzy
My head is spinning
Like a whirlpool
It never ends
And its you girl
Making it spin
Youre making me dizzy
First time that I saw you girl
I knew that I just had to make you mine
But its so hard to talk to you
cause boys are hangin round you
All the time
I want you so much behind
But you keep playing hard to get
Im going round in circles all the time
Dizzy, Im so dizzy
My head is spinning
Like a whirlpool
It never ends
And its you girl
Making it spin
Youre making me dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
You make me dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
I finally got to talk to you
And told you just exactly how I felt
And I held you so close to me
And kissed you when my heart began to melt
How you took coltrol of me
cause Im so dizzy I cant see
I need to call a doctor for some help
Dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
D - I - z - z - y
You make me dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
Dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
Dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
Dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
Dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
song performed by by Boney M.
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The Poet's Empire
WHAT power can break the inner harmonies,
The rich imaginings, heard like distant sea
O'er purple meadow-lands at eve, while we
Look starwards mute? Hopes that like mountains rise
Into mid-heaven, and to entrancèd eyes
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Horizon-glories of what is to be,—
All these and more lie round us infinitely,
Beyond all language fair in cloudless skies.
This is the poet's empire. Here may he
Reign king-like, throned in splendour and in power
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No power can shake, so he indeed be king.
Free as the wind, untamèd as the sea,
When earth weighs heavily, most in that hour
He cleaves the heavens in scorn on eagle-wing.
poem by Frederick George Scott
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Mad Song
The wild winds weep
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
And my griefs infold:
But lo! the morning peeps
Over the eastern steeps,
And the rustling birds of dawn
The earth do scorn.
Lo! to the vault
Of paved heaven,
With sorrow fraught
My notes are driven:
They strike the ear of night,
Make weep the eyes of day;
They make mad the roaring winds,
And with tempests play.
Like a fiend in a cloud,
With howling woe,
After night I do crowd,
And with night will go;
I turn my back to the east,
From whence comforts have increas'd;
For light doth seize my brain
With frantic pain.
poem by William Blake
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Weep Not Nigeria
Weep not Nigeria,
for justice is in the offing.
Weep not Nigeria,
for your cries resonate and ring.
Weep not Nigeria,
It's time for your African spring.
Weep not Nigeria,
none shall usurp your role as king.
Weep not Nigeria,
for soon in ecstasy you'll sing.
Weep not Nigeria,
for to towering heights you'll cling.
Weep not Nigeria,
and soar atop the eagle's wing.
Weep not Nigeria,
for your patience will gladness bring.
Weep not Nigeria,
it's time to sing the ding dong song.
Weep not Nigeria,
for your misery will not be long.
Weep not Nigeria,
for you are numbered with the strong.
poem by Joseph C Ogbonna (11 July 2018)
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Bloody Luxury
(coverdale)
Now when I first met you
I was rolling along,
Just a bar room crooner
Singing heartbreak songs,
An I supposed I could never get next to you
But, you seemed quite happy with my company
You kept my body heat steady at 103,
With your mouth full of gimme
An your body full of much obliged
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
What you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
Youre a five star woman,
An you know what to give
To fill a part time loser
Full of reasons to live,
But, theres no doubt about it
Im taking a chance on you
Becos you get my heart beating heavy,
Make my knees go weak
You get me so damn nervous
I can hardly speak,
But, nothings gonna stop me
Hanging on my good luck charm
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
What you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
Honey what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
Honey what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me,
No matter what you do to me,
No matter what you do to me,
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Sicckk
sick of it..
im so sick of it
im sick of waking up in the morning.
im sick of you saying im nothing,
im sick of you calling me down.
im sick of you drinking all the time. |
im sick of you blaming everything on meh.
im sick of you
im sick of this
im sick of everything..
but must of all your the one im sick of..
i relise your the reson for my pain...
sorry mom..
its time for me to goo..
poem by Cheylayna Bear
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Shadow
shadow
of the mind
it comes
from a twin
somewhere in the world
that only my heart
could find
my mind would feel
similar idea
that blazes
my top
a shadow
that keeps me
on my toe
on a noon day
shadows
misintepreted
in black
they come
in irregular form
neither white nor black
that cast a brain fire
brain storm
a thousand miles away
tracking
over my mind
an idea born
one claims to be one's own
when it is
the showering power
of the brain
that z-zats
round the world
that keeps
it flooded
with new wonders
wonder the idea
of light bulb actually
came from edison
the shadow
of somebody's thought
that sets his on fire
lighting up the world
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Deep Joy
Today for me
The morning air
Looks very fresh
And very dear
And sky above me
Looks very bright
And full of
Sunshine delight
and this is because
I know I'm glad
And nothing looks
To me even sad
And I wish to
in this happiness sleep
And bury myself
in this joy deep
because I know
very soon it'll end
And then once again
In my hurts I'll end
And then once again
In my hurts I'll bend
And there I will
Be very alone
Only accompanied by
The quietness zone
So that is why
Without wasting time
I want to enjoy
This deep joy's rhyme
And bring myself
Few moments of dear
Bright sunshine
And fresh air.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Allow Me
(a birthday poem for my daughter, Melanie Marie)
Allow me to listen to your heart and say
Here I am to watch and guide your step each day
When the skies of your life will be gloomy and cloudy
And your cross weighs more heavily
Allow me to embrace and give it all to me..
I will never let anybody make you cry
Maybe if i see your tears, i will be in pain and sigh
Enjoy life to the fullest, and be happy
Be blessed and be a blessing to everybody
and on your special day..allow me
to whisper to you and say.....
WE LOVE YOU....GOD BLESS YOU...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY...
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Sorrow Song of a Soul
Hearts of a lonely person do cry a sorrow filled song
My heart shall cry my lyrics of a song of pain
Whilst hearts around do differ, Mine for longer grows stiffer as treated to love it is not.
Time we spend together I wish for once more
As my heart is ill, sick with desertion of a warm touch
As though a pain grips it tight within the talons of an eagle and death grabs it from the abyss.
My song is one of sad times filled with pain and hurt, dedication is a luxury kept from me
Musical accompaniment to my heart is your words, we can never be
As your heart submits to your mind, the minds of others to decide on yours.
It hurts me more to see you shamed as we can hold, kiss and touch though we cannot
And the only time we now see our hearts wish’s is when I see you in a dream
Touching my soul with a kiss, giving it life, to love you once again.
poem by Daniel Laurence
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Water from the Dust
Just as the pang melted the pain of birth, touching the inner
shadow of blooming sweet on the glittering eyes of the mother
has wonder the passion of life, in the honey comb of the womb
as it welcome the night comes another unbelievable daylight,
unwavering pinnacle of a beautiful sunrise hover the cloudy sky
of victory of a little child born in the midst of a tiny clot of dust
in the moisture of hyacinth dew
perfect as the creator, mystery shade the pavement of
existence that life step forward to the destined heaven of the
highest most journey where, once all were citizen has fall and
will return; a returning home of joy and happiness of the
Father bosom arm
weak tells me the same, and the strength that i owe, invites
to come to know the direction, of one has to go and the
memory has gone; yoke of what is today, as the future fade
for everybody has to stay, that each end is just a only a dust in
the wondering water it surpass of stream to play
leave my breathe away, squander all the given moment of
the past, and never tell the soul that the dust comes from heart
leaves no direction forever more.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Hearts Apart
One blink, a single breath separates you and i,
I weep, never imagined i possessed so many tears
you lie six feet under, our soul disjointed.
You have taken all of me, why not too this heart?
It lies with me, void, consumed by mysery
its every beat, a grasp at fading memory.
Everyone tells me that time heals all, even you.
When we meet in another life, pass past me,
For my spirit will not survive an encore of this.
On that day, forgive me for breathing without you,
Goodbye forever; rest in peace.
poem by Isunge Mwangase
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Pain Is Gain.
Pain is like rain. Though painful, yet gainful. For pain's sake we're abused, for pain's sake we get refused, yet for pain's sake love is diffused.
No pain, no gain. Nothing good comes easy. Still, in pain one feels dizzy. Dizzy with desire, dizzy with passion, dizzy and busy. Pain is gain, it's a stain that disappears with time. Although not all pain is gain, all rain is gain and pain is rain.
Pain is rain, for it touches all men in the open and in chains. After rain comes sun, after dark comes dawn, after pain comes gain.
poem by Darlington Chukwunyere
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