Vacillation - 0012
My thoughts and deeds, alas, compete,
they've yet to prove to me
that what I wish and what complete
identical can be.
‘Tis base to boast ten times a day,
days fifty two times seven,
that best behaviour's to delay,
as help descends from Heaven.
'Cunctator' I long since deserve
that merit meted moons ago,
and thereunto add 'Maximus'
the Romans did bestow
on one brave man who'd, in the past,
slight chance to meet with lance
his foe, and happy homeward cast
his way with winning chants,
and so delayed until the time
when, weakened by the war,
his foemen left their dead behind
to Carthage to withdraw.
But I'm no hero, no hurray!
A craven coward I;
avoiding issues every day
I often let things lie.
‘Tis only my own self I spite
with inner vacillation,
let heart and head ally to fight
destructive hesitation.
(4 July 1974)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Myriad Thoughts
I sit here in myriad thoughts
dancing around my head
too fed up to put them to bed.
Thoughts of the past,
thoughts of the future too,
thoughts of things this and that
and thoughts of what to do.
Memories invade at times
of pastures long gone by
as the myriad thoughts
fill my mind with anger and with love
and times; I wish I could have lingered with
when my years were young.
Things pass in phases,
hearts entwine then fall apart,
seasons readily appear,
stay awhile and then depart.
Here I sit in a lonely waste
thinking thoughts of what might have been
if the crystal ball I look into had only seen.
Now the myriad thoughts appear
to haunt me in quiet times
and carry me to distant places
the world has left behind.
Those little specks of moments
that still linger from the past
that lay waiting to capture me
before the quiet time has passed.
28 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Just One More Dead Hero
So much about his courage we have heard of and read
So sad about the brave man so sad to hear he's dead
A decorated soldier from a war far away
The Reaper claimed the life from him suppose he had his day
One the nationalists and patriots used to celebrate
But with the coward and the traitor he shared a common fate
Not one to respect money or bravery or fame
To the Reaper the life of the coward and the hero are equal and the same
Though memories of the man he was will take some time to fade
Next year he won't be around to march in the war veterans parade
Ninety two when he died his best days long gone
Just one more dead hero and life does go on
The coward and the hero and those of wealth and fame
Are made equal by the Reaper he treats them as the same.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Only The Brave One
Only the brave one can smile though not winning only the brave are gracious in defeat
Only the brave one though seen as successful never does show any sign of conceit
If for some reason from the Queen you do not accept a knighthood that does not prove lack of grace on your part
That only proves that you are a good person that you are one who does follow your heart
You've proved yourself in the heat of the battle and you became a hero when the war was won
It has been said that your victims were many but everyone you killed was some mother's son
Many see you as a brave ageing hero a hero once and a hero today
But I am not one who agrees with the many I look at life in a different way
On what is brave I do have my opinions but that doesn't mean my opinions are right
I've never discharged a gun at another for God or Country I never would fight
Maybe I do seem off in my opinions but that's your opinion and that suits me fine
You belong to what's known as majority thinking but are your opinions much better than mine
Only the brave one will speak for the oppressed one that's my opinion though I'm far from brave
But fear is a thing that helps me to keep living I fear the coldness of the earthy grave.
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poem by Francis Duggan
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How Many Times
How many times will you rip me apart?
How many times will you crush my soft heart?
How many times will you push me away?
How many times will I have to pay?
How many times will you make my heart cry?
How many times will I have to try?
How many wrongs do I have to make right?
How much strength do I have left to put up the fight?
How much more can I take before I walk away?
How much patience is left to help make me stay?
How many more times will I hear you're alone?
How long to soften you're heart made of stone?
How long before I can have back your heart?
How much longer will it take to have a new start?
How much longer can I hold on to hope?
I am feeling that I'm at the end of my rope.
I will pray once again, that He'll help me fight.
To hold on one more day, and hold on one more night.
Hold on to a love, that she has let go.
In the hope what's now gone, can flourish and grow.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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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
song performed by by Human League
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Like The Meat
The untended vines like the African Slaves,
With fifty-two bottles of wine in the hand;
Of a man's livelihood,
Like fifty-two days of summer for his lover.
When will i see you again?
Of fifty-two roasted chickens in a year;
Please, do not kidnap anyone.
Life lis like that,
And the silver trumpet must be sounded;
Like the first tenth of all our increase.
Do not mistreat a stranger,
Because the living knows much than the dead;
Train yourself with words of peace than war.
Do not steat from your neighbour,
Because the dead know nothing!
You should not destroy fruit tree during times of war,
Of a long hair like a rope for peace;
Let your relatives talk about the best things in life.
Of a short hair,
Like the meat of the consecrated offering;
Do your best at all times.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Battle of Life
Never give up, though life be a battle
Wherein true men may fail, and true causes be sold;
Yet, on the whole, however may rattle
The thunders of chance, scaring cowards like cattle—
Clear victory’s always the bride of the bold.
Armed in your right-though friendship deny you,
And love fall away when the storm’s at the worst,
Count not your loss, Was destined to try you—
Bear the brunt like a man, and your deeds shall ally you
To natures more noble and true than the first.
Rail not at Fate: if rightly you scan her,
There’s none loves more strongly the heart that endures:
On, in the hero’s calm resolute manner,
Still bear aloft your hope’s long-trusted banner,
And the day, if you do but live through it, is yours.
Be this your faith; and if killing strokes clatter
On your harness where true men before you have died,
Fight on, let your life-blood be poured out like water—
Fight on, make at least a brave end of the matter,
Brave end of the struggle if nothing beside
poem by Charles Harpur
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We May Meet Again
Beneath long lashes, misty clad,
Your limpid eyes are sometimes sad;
They bring to mind a homeless waif
Engulfed in rain with nowhere safe
Most times I find a cheerful light
Within your eyes that sparkles bright,
And though my thoughts I try to hide
My happiness wells up inside
At times I see your eyes aglow
Like founts through which your passions flow;
And when I'm low they always loom
Like morning glories through the gloom
Your smile ashine beneath my gaze
Effulgent eyes beam all ablaze:
A look, a touch, a kiss I yearn,
You slowly make my body burn
While at your side and in a heap
I watched your eyes half closed with sleep,
And as you slept with pillow clutched,
Your eyelids with my lips I touched
And if you've ever wondered why
I try to search within each eye,
Though past is past, your eyes remind
Of bygone times when love was kind
And though your eyes still cast a spell
They seem to bid a fond farewell,
Reflecting but a fading storm
Although I know your thoughts are warm
And now our paths will part, alas,
For good things always come to pass;
Perhaps it lies within God's ken
That someday we may meet again
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Her
A man has his own way
Each moment in time
The innocence of a child, in his eyes
Moments they were precious few
My memories of you
Answers are hard
To questions of the heart
Can't hold you, please hear me
I'll tell you that I love you
Can you see me, are you listening
In heaven above
A champion, a hero
A star in the sky
Hurray for the hero
The hero in all our hearts
A castle, a strange emptiness
An unbroken bond
With strength and forgiveness
For memories of the heart
The world revolving each day
A kind and his queen
A place for a hero
In everlasting love
Can't hold you, please hear me
I'll tell you that I love you
Can you see me, are you listening
In heaven above
Chorus
The world of so long ago
Was so different then
But keep it together
We'll make it, he's made it to heaven
song performed by by Eels
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The unfinished battle
`1The unfinished battle
The strive is not over, if it is not over
It has no ending, not a definite end.
Alas! There is no finish to a war, war-
is not won by victory.this battle of a hero
the good fight of a great protagonist one-
in which no winner emerged.alas! the unaccomplished-
runners, those with women like heart, they are dead.
The great protagonist is not dying, not in this war.
The brave ones never died, they die thousands of times.
the war is a cruel thing sometimes a haven. the peasants,
don’t want it, while an inevitable to the warriors.those who
are lucky with their faith are here in their threshold down,
they are safer indeed in their stony sleep but, the reminants-
in this unfinished battle of ours make this war our war when-
no alternative we got alas! the battle is unfinished.
It has no ending, war is not won by victory.
poem by Ipaye Olawole Peter
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Honor To Rememeber
Not a day might have been passed
From your memory to be glanced
Such a happy and long union
With a long time wife as companion
I congratulate it in earnest
As it has remained very best
Coming days must be fruitful
As it has been very much successful
Life as such is beautiful
We have everything in plentiful
Only it should be spent with happiness
All the time it must be seen on the face
Days and years have turned into decades
But memory remains fresh and never fades
You are moved with the happy moments
As life was always challenging with movements
When you sit on the bench alone
You feel happy and not lone
It is nice to feel about past life
When everything had been quiet from wife
So rejoice at long and comfortable inning
You have scored all the goals as winning
Nothing remains now to be seen as failure
Life was happy at all the times for very much sure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Well, you are so dear
Well you are so dear
So far but so near
Can you for a while land your ear to hear?
Have from me nothing to fear
When you have complete trust
How then I can mistrust?
I should go along as it is must
Should not think even to leave you as first
Stars may twinkle and disappear
Moon also may have and dark patch bear
With all draw backs I may not even think
To leave you in midst and brink
I may not be as straight as you wanted
Thoughts still bother but firmly bonded
I have to act fast and decide
No time left to consult and confide
You may think differently from many angles
I may to fight it out and leave no wrangles
You should be sure of what you think to do
I have complete faith and not attempt to woo
You may have all the options open
It is my sincere wish and love token
People may laugh at my suggestion
I care less and am out of question
Many things may crop up and emerge
I have nothing to offer but simply to urge
Give no credence or land your ears
Once missed chance, may take for years
Let us forge the permanent alliance
It should be motto and base for reliance
Let our soul meet in unison
No scope for rift without complete reason
It may last for ever long
People may praise and honour with song
Never have we given any reason for going wrong
Best couple to be known with time along
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Happier Days
I’m in love with memories
Of times that were better,
But remembering these times
Makes me wish I was dead.
I remember no actions,
Just thoughts and feelings,
And I think about these
To get out of my head.
And I’m not sure why
I get feelings of sorrow
From the happiest times
In my short, empty life.
But I still love those memories
Of times I was happy,
Times when I begged
For sorrow and strife.
poem by Solomon Markson
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Days Of Our Lives
How many times have you walked through my door
How many times have you heard my song before
How many lines until the end of time
These are the days of our lives
How many times did you hear mother say
You would do fine if you didn't sleep all day
Oh mother dear, I'll get a job next year
These are the days of our lives
How many times did you walk down the street
Avoiding cracks that were thrown at your feet
These rainy days were sent to make us pay
But these are the days of our lives
How many roads must a woman walk down
How many walls will surround the town
All that I am could get us out of here
These are the days of our lives
Did you believe in the stories at night
Weren't you afraid when they turned out the light
Oh, such a gas, I'm sorry it won't last
These are the days of our lives
These are the days that some of us regret
These are the days we learn to forget
These are the days that turn us out this way
These are the days of our lives
Of our lives
song performed by by Travis
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Just Passing Time
Passing time,
Time passes.
And longing for times past.
With no pastime,
I think of past times.
Times of joy.
Sorrowful times.
Layered.
Like an alluvial plain,
I am inundated, flooded.
As the past floods in
Passing by the inner eye
I time travel.
Bad thoughts by passed
Passed all thought
They pass away.
Pass into the past
To lie again quiescent
A timely demise
For times past.
Copyright P H Brookes 20012
poem by Paul Brookes
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What If
Such a tiny word, that word if, helps to ignore the present gift,
God’s gift to us of life today, when we put the past in the way,
Today’s a gift to all of us, from the Author of life Christ Jesus,
Yesterday’s past is already gone, and He’d like us to carry on.
What if, only moves us to cast, present thoughts into the past,
Tainting concerns now at hand, with those we can’t understand,
It may even cause us to resent, past issues, in view of present,
What God wants left behind, to give us present peace of mind.
We cannot physically, go back, to alter what we presently lack,
For with the past said and done, we have a present race to run.
Old issues we should not spurn, using all them instead to learn,
As we go forward in this life, following the lead of Jesus Christ.
Allow His Spirit only to retrace, those past issues by His Grace,
As Christ helps you not to repeat, what was in your past defeat.
Christ, has a plan for all of us, and in Him we must simply trust,
And God’s plan for you and me, is not more defeat, but victory.
Believers, God will not forsake, regardless of any past mistake,
God wants us to move ahead, not be filled with regret or dread,
As God takes us by the hand, past issues we can’t understand,
Avoiding that small word if, to focus on Christ our greatest gift.
(Copyright ©07/2009)
All The Times
Faith evans:
Sincerely I can say
That we should have met before today
But I am (hmmmm) happy to have this chance
(this chance yeah)
To beeee with you and Im going to make the best of it
Gerald levert:
This is more than joy for me
To feel like a family
And when we go our seperate ways
This feeling will always stay
Chorus:
Look how long weve been around each other
And weve finally found a chance to get together
Look at all the times weve seen each other
It feels so good to be together
(look at all the times weve had babe)
Look how long weve been around each other
And weve finally found the chance to get together
(ohhh sing it coko)
Coko:
If you take a listen deeply, deeply
You can hear the pride in my voice yeah, ohhhhhhh
Its nothing hard to see that
Im happy about the way we came to beeee, beeee
Johnny gill:
If I ever get the chance (ohhhhh)
Again Ill know that
We make sweet music
Togerther ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Look how long weve been around each other
And weve finally found a chance to get together
Look at all the times weve seen each other
It feels so good to be together
(look at all the times weve had babe)
Look how long weve been around each other
And weve finally found the chance to get together
Keith sweat:
Tell me precious
We must have meant it
Escpecially when were often apart
(were always apart yeah)
Missy misdemeanor elliott:
Maybe when you see
(see me)
See me looking proud (so proud baby)
Im only thinking of me and you ohhhhhhhhh
Bridge:
(keith sweat, missy and faith evans)
Me and you, ooooooooo (me and you baby)
(Im only thinking of) me and you ooooooooo
(thinking of me and you ohhhhhhh)
Look at the times weve been together
Now I have finally got the chance to be
Should be should be
Look at the times weve been apart
Though I have never had the chance to meet you
Look how long weve been around each other
And weve finally found a chance to get together
Look at all the times weve seen each other
It feels so good to be together
(look at all the times weve had babe)
Look how long weve been around each other
And weve finally found the chance to get together
song performed by by Faith Evans
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Hero Blues
by Bob Dylan
Yes, the gal I got
I swear she's the screaming end
She wants me to be a hero
So she can tell all her friends
Well, she begged, she cried
She pleaded with me all last night
Well, she begged, she cried
She pleaded with me all last night
She wants me to go out
And find somebody to fight
She reads too many books
She got new movies inside her head
She reads too many books
She got movies inside her head
She wants me to walk out running
She wants me to crawl back dead
You need a different kinda man, babe
One that can grab and hold your heart
Need a different kind of man, babe
One that can hold and grab your heart
You need a different kind of man, babe
You need Napoleon Boneeparte
Well, when I'm dead
No more good times will I crave
When I'm dead
No more good times will I crave
You can stand and shout hero
All over my lonesome grave
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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My Times
There were many times... and
I lived there...
There were many times, that I could not believe...
That such violence... and such abuse's... ever exisited...
But never-the-less... they were my times...
There were many...many times... And I lived them all
So this is my time of acknowledgement
And yes there were many times...
That, I wished those other times...had never exisited
And there were many times...that experience would whisper
and shout...
That the time would come...that these things would be
witnessed
And so this is one of those times...
I tell my family that I do not enjoy...
The times of these denile arguments...
Nor the time nor the necessity...of this conflict...
That those time's had created...
Yet that was the times...in which I lived...
And that I was raised for...
OH... I do not fight that it existed
Nor do I fight that time...
But today I can honestly say
That those times, awakend with-in me away...
That those times prepared me for a way to resist it...
To change it...
To survive it...
To abandon it...
And so here today I take time...
To ponder... to give thanks...
For such a magnificent gift... a majestic blessing like this...
Could never have been had..
Had I not lived in those times....
So to whom ever read this, to whom ever wants to
Improve with love those moments,
Don't let them pass you by
Love while the sun is radaint
For time and life does draw nigh
We cannot bid sunshine
To lenghten out our days
Nor can we ask age-ing time
To ever stay away
Let love guide your actions
And remember be honest to your heart
And then Love...will always be with you
And then love will allways help im-part
So improve every love moment
In this your family may secure
For love brings happiness
So rich and joys so pure
Let love guide your actions
And remember
Be honest to your heart
For love is always with you
And it stops the tears
Even inside a broken heart................
So I say help that man
Your friends, a sister, a brother..
It matters only what's in your heart...
It matters only the strings of love
Play them on your harp
For love will bind every a broken heart...
poem by Clyde Bryson
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Memories And Heroes
We had the chance
But it never happened
And now im left with the ghosts of memories
Saying whisper something nice and ill make you scream twice.
Thinking of all the good times we shared
Even though, the good times were never really there
Because we are walking on the graves of heroes
You left me broken searching for a hero
Until i learnt that everyone is a hero
We are walking on the graves of our heroes
The graves have our names chiseled into them
Everyone is a hero
Everyone is a God
Everyone is evil
Question.
Have i become my inner hero, God
Or have i become my inner evil?
poem by Laura Cummings
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