Quintili Vare, Legiones Redde
I
I was at ease. Now, pinched, in pain,
burdened beyond the years I bear.
Summer is sunk in Autumn rain,
on legions lost I dream, despair!
II
High eagles fell low in fell enemy’s lair,
my legions in slime die, lie slain,
Rome’s raped reputation mourns careworn and bare,
shall she ever arise again?
Shall some stronger scion Dame Fortune’s dice dare?
harry the Hun, shatter the bane,
regain sacred standards, and offer up prayer,
saving us from the shame, the pain?
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Rimini
Marching Song of a Roman Legion of the Later Empire
When I left Rome for Lalage's sake,
By the Legions' Road to Rimini,
She vowed her heart was mine to take
With me and my shield to Rimini--
(Till the Eagles flew from Rimini--)
And I've tramped Britain, and I've tramped Gaul
And the Pontic shore where the snow-flakes fall
As white as the neck of Lalage--
(As cold as the heart of Lalage!)
And I've lost Britain, and I've lost Gaul,
And I've lost Rome and, worst of all,
I've lost Lalage!
When you go by the Via Aurelia
As thousands have traveled before
Remember the Luck of the Soldier
Who never saw Rome any more!
Oh, dear was the sweetheart that kissed him,
And dear was the mother that bore;
But his shield was picked up in the heather,
And he never saw Rome any more!
And he left Rome, etc.
When you go by the Via Aurelia
That runs from the City to Gaul,
Remember the Luck of the Soldier
Who rose to be master of all!
He carried the sword and the buckler,
He mounted his guard on the Wall,
Till the Legions elected him Caesar,
And he rose to be master of all!
And he left Rome, etc.
It's twenty-five marches to Narbo,
It's forty-five more up the Rhone,
And the end may be death in the heather
Or life on an Emperor's throne.
But whether the Eagles obey us,
Or we go to the Ravens--alone,
I'd sooner be Lalage's lover
Than sit on an Emperor's throne!
We've all left Rome for Lalage's sake, etc.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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I still feel your touch
I can still fell your touch.
Fell you on top of me.
As you force your way in.
The stabbing pain betwenn my legs.
The stinging pain.
As I cryed in pain.
I still have the tears stain.
As I cryed out in pain.
All you could do was laugh.
It was like a you had a twisted kick.
I still fell you touch years later.
I still feel the stabbing pain.
The pain of forced entry.
The stabs of penatration.
The thing you did.
Its called rape and abuse.
You hurt me
You cuased me pain.
And my life it has left a stain
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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There's Pain on the Faces
There's pain on the faces,
A hunted look of despair,
Once again,
Have you no shame
Do you feel no pain?
The queues have grown
Of the dirty and dispossessed
Once again,
Have you no shame
Do you feel no pain?
The scared and the lonely
Have no where to go,
Once again,
Have you no shame
Do you feel no pain?
Will take you to the soup kitchens,
Make you stand in line,
Talk to the dispossessed, the lost
Have you no shame,
Do you feel no pain?
Were we here?
When she stood in the rubble
Declaring regeneration
A new dawn for us all.
Have you no shame,
Do you feel no pain?
Take your millions,
Do what you want with it
No one cares
We have no sympathy
For those who feel no shame,
Do you still feel no pain?
© 2012
poem by Nick Strong
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Oh Lord Please
Oh Lord please
Ease my pain
My blood is running down the drain
My eyes are glimpsing hell again.
My breath is short
My love was bought
- With fleeting rhyme.
To stab a clown
Must be a crime.
No scars to show
No stars to glow
I fell so soft
Hands held aloft
Down on my knees
Dear Lord oh please
Ease my pain.
She treads across my heart again
By ballerina I was slain.
My head is filled
With words that chilled.
My final tussle
Has left me numb
No move of muscle
No beat of drum.
I'm staying down
At count of ten
I wear the frown
Of suffered men.
To die for love
Won't stop the rain
Oh Lord above
Please ease my pain.
poem by Kevin East
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How I Fell
i fell so down
i want to be lied down in the ground
besides the ones i lost year round
i fell like a dog who just got put down
i need a girl to fell my pain
i fell if i had one it would ease my pain
i hate living in a foster home
why can't i live with a family member at home
i want to cry when i have to sleep in a stangers house
i fell so lettle just like a mouse
every day i have to fight to stay free
every day i have to be strong not to weep
i miss not hanging with my family
i got to see them more when i was locked down
i fell so bad right about now
every day that i live alone
i fell so bad
sir loc homes couldn't solve why i fell alone
i miss you guys i mean my family
i can't go on like every thing is dandy
i want to leave this cold cold world
maybe i won't when ii find that special girl
i can't wait to leave this world
please god answer me why didi it have to be me
my sisters went home i got put in a strangers home
i got tooken away from who ever i thought loved me
now they come around wanting to hug me
i can't stand living away from my family
please god help me
i fell so sad, bad and mad
poem by Phillip Dalsing
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My Sneaking Tears
How heavy fell the rain that day
From burdened clouds of mournful grey.
The torrent forced them stay their height -
Composure swayed by onerous might.
My skin wrung wet with icy chill
As mud embraced that sodden hill;
But mind of mine had elsewhere gone -
'Twas clouds abandoned I was on.
The driving drops advanced their gears
To camouflage my sneaking tears -
Whence now did swell such floods of pain
To see me melt into this rain…
On equal bearing now were we:
This rain, myself, in harmony.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Mary, From Nazareth
Mary, innocent girl from Nazareth,
did you know that the Godly child you were carrying,
when you fell on your knees in prayer
with fear and pain that got more
when it seemed as if you were torn open,
did you know that He would bring salvation with pain
when before marriage you were pregnant against the law,
did you know that He would ask for help from His father?
Mary innocent girl from Nazareth,
did you know that nails would pierce His hands and feet,
that night there in the stable
when it seemed as if you were torn open,
did you know that He would not save himself from the cross,
without ever complaining about His destiny,
when you fell on your knees in prayer,
when you saw the bare situation,
when God himself came as a human
that night in the stable
and for a time your child was jolly and full of fun,
without anybody accusing Him then?
Mary, innocent girl from Nazareth,
as He was stripped from His omnipotence,
when you were caring for Him day by day,
when God himself came as a human,
carrying all the sin of this world
was He was dumfounded on the cross
when you fell on your knees in prayer?
When He told the priests in the temple about God
did fear go through you motherly heart,
when you were caring for Him day by day?
When they kept you away from your son,
when they were whipping Him,
Mary, innocent girl from Nazareth
when you fell on your knees in prayer
did you then see how He innocently was suffering
with fear and pain that got more,
did fear go through you motherly heart,
did you know that He would bring salvation with pain?
[Reference: “Maria” by Elisabeth Eybers.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Louis Napoleon
EAGLE of Austerlitz! where were thy wings
When far away upon a barbarous strand,
In fight unequal, by an obscure hand,
Fell the last scion of thy brood of Kings!
Poor boy! thou wilt not flaunt thy cloak of red,
Nor ride in state through Paris in the van
Of thy returning legions, but instead
Thy mother France, free and republican,
Shall on thy dead and crownless forehead place
The better laurels of a soldier's crown,
That not dishonoured should thy soul go down
To tell the mighty Sire of thy race
That France hath kissed the mouth of Liberty,
And found it sweeter than his honied bees,
And that the giant wave Democracy
Breaks on the shores where Kings lay crouched at ease.
poem by Oscar Wilde
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Let It Rain.
Let it rain. Let it rain,
someone please, stop the pain
my body is frail, my energy's drained.
Thinking about you. Really hurts my brain.
Just please stop the pain.
Let it rain, let it rain.
You know and I know
I was yours from the start
it felt like nothing
could tear us apart
but you just reached In
and tore out my heart
from that moment onwards,
my world fell apart.
I need you
I want you
you know its all true
I miss you
I love you
this poem's just for you
so let it rain, let it rain
I dont want this pain
in the middle of the carpet
is a massive red stain
by making me hurt,
what have you got to gain?
Just please stop the pain.
Let it rain, let it rain
poem by Vikki Cullen
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Mental Hospital
There was a doctor of death
a maker of pain
all he ever said
was don't play games
I was an innocent man
in a sea of pain
but all I could see
was the broken dreams
of the lost souls
walking the corridor
of hope and pain
High royds hospital
never broke me
but it took twenty years
to shake the pain
of doctor death
Now it's time
for all the lost souls
to be laid to rest
No one ever helped them
deal with their pain
they was just a face
with no name
Find the victims
ease their pain
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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I Have Waited Many Years For You (Keats Sonnet)
I have waited many years for you,
and now is the time for us to mend
even if our loving at times were fain,
and by our love all things will be new,
that which life between us did bend,
even if I had to make peace with a enemy
and after times of pain, when tears fell like rain
to each other we will never be untrue
while together we will live to life's end
and never again there will be pain
while from the past we will be totally free
as you are deep in the depths of my heart
and the sun will shine bright with tranquillity
while never again we will be apart.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Still I am grateful
Slain by her eyes and torn by her charm,
I fell flat, she in me a butterfly.
I fell back in pain when she slipped out.
I still feel happy she gave me a chance to pine.
11.06.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Despair
Thy wings swoop darkening round my soul, Despair!
And on my brain thy shadow seems to brood
And hem me round with stifling solitude,
With chasms of vacuous bloom which are thy lair.
No light of human joy, no song or prayer,
Breaks ever on this chaos, all imbrued
With heart's-blood trickling from the multitude
Of sweet hopes slain, or agonising there.
Lo, wilt thou yield thyself to grief, and roll
Vanquished from thy high seat, imperial brain,
And abdicating turbulent life's control,
Be dragged a captive bound in sorrow's chain?
Nay! though my heart is breaking with its pain,
No pain on earth has power to crush my soul.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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Painful parting
The pain of parting may you never endure
May you never experience a siren's allure
A beggar I am; my love is profane
And I have endured a lot of pain
Being wretched and lonely I do not enjoy
Oh, how this pain I would like to destroy
But where should I go and what should I do?
I'm completely lost; I have no clue
My life is sad; there is no joy
This pain of mine may God destroy
If the pain of parting could feel my pain
It won't endure it; it would go insane
I have no hope; there is only despair
this pain, O God, was I born to bear?
So, Hafiz, I feel like a nightingale
Having lost his rose, who can only wail.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Innocence lost and pain gained.
I lost my innocence.
Not once not twice but more times than I can count.
It was becuase of bastards.
Bastards who wanted to hurt.
I lost my innocence and gained pain.
On the day you raped me.
I lost everything.
Lost my innocence.
Lost my life.
Lost my happiness.
Lost my way of being.
You raped me.
You didnt lose anything.
You gained the power.
I lost every thing that day.
All I was to gain was pain.
I lost more than one thing.
I lost my innocence.
But gained the pain
poem by Amy Kerswell
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Empire
Imperial tyrants from whence you come
to the land of American soil,
You pierce the hearts of all of us
that labor hard and toil.
You imitate the Roman legions
and your empire takes on form.
And as it builds in crescendo
there comes an approaching storm.
Enough I say, be gone with you
and all your evil ways.
The dawn of history lay to rest
and lighten up our days.
The rank and file of military strength
may march to the end of the earth.
One by one the conquerors invade
and what is it all worth?
Rome fell and so will we
and all that came before
will fill the air with the stench of blood
as death knocks at our door.
And what shall we cry to our God on high,
what can we possibly say?
We lament what we've done. We cry.
Didn't enough of us pray?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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To Reform Or Not...
Many among us have replaced
honesty with greed, morality with
immorality, helping thy neighbor, with indifference
and family unity with legions of gypsies to roam
the earth without roots, without purpose, without
a love of country and fellow man...without
a love of God.
Take great care that you do not follow the legions
of lost people; for in their improprieties and in
their rejection of the God within them, they have
forsaken not only Him but themselves.
The Abyss of Shame
Into the dark abyss
of emptiness I go
Falling deeper inside myself ~
the greatest shame I know.
Hopelessness engulfs me
in ways I cannot express
Say goodbye to joy and laughter
and hello to emptiness.
Shame has joined me in despair
reminds me 'who's to blame'?
Me, for letting it happen to me
or him for all this pain.
I can't bear the painful thoughts
his touch, his breath, his kiss
With no one to hear my cries for help
I slip into my abyss.
It's there I can escape from him
and the memories that remain
Of the touch, the look, the feel of him
and his gift to me of shame.
But though I run, I cannot hide
the pain is everywhere
I just want to forget all I feel
and sink deeper into despair.
Oh please I beg, make me forget
the memories and the pain
The betrayal of trust and loss of me
into the abyss of shame.
poem by Hannah Randle
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No Pain
Go ahead and sink that dagger in my heart.
It feels not the pain.
Slice it in thin bloody slices.
It feels nothing.
Just sees the red droplets,
Fading in the rain
From natures tears and my own.
so step on my heart and give it a kick.
No dice! Go ahead do it twice.
Twist it and wring it out like a wet rag.
No pain will arise from its battered beating entity.
Try to patch it together
With needle and thread.
Glue will not work.
A tear wont be shed.
Just the silent retort,
From no pain.
If that does not suffice
Do it trice
My heart reflects the pain.
Send it rolling down a muddy bank,
To a river of red,
Where all love is lost.
Worlds Fall Apart
People disapear
Memories fade away
Hearts shatter
Love becomes lost
Pain groes stronger
Worlds become numb
Worlds fall apart
when the world loses intrest
when you lose motivation
when the world abandons you
Worlds fall apart
even though all seems great
even though the surface is smiling
even though the world looks bright
When people disapdear
When memories fade
When hearts shatter
When love becomes lost
When pain grows stronger
When the world becomes numb
Our world falls apart
poem by Jasmine Appelhaus
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