If I Get Some Rest
I would regale you with verbal gymnastics,
With lines so fine as to incline old Manley
Hopkins from the grave to rise and whistle,
Bones a-clatter, calling out to half-aghast
Poetic esthetes that he's met his match at
Last, and likes the thought. An atheist has
Found the beat, and, though his Lord is
Out of sorts, the rascal writes, and, doing
So, disports as if he treads the boards of
Heaven's stage and has the angels doing
Cha-chas, drinking rum, and hearing
Satan's siren song, and saying, sotto voce,
That there is more fun in hell than there,
But I am tired, out of tricks. I don't know
What to say.
poem by Lawrence Beck
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Calling All Angels
Written by jeff jones
Calling, calling all angels, oh Im calling, calling all angels
The night was still, the moon was bright when he saw a distant light
So he started walkin till he found a church outside of town
And he stumbled in and closed the door, said why Im here, Im not sure
Its my baby that Im lookin for, cant she see Im down on my knees
Ive been calling, calling all angels, bring my baby back
Oh you must know where shes at, tell me what to do, I know shes one of you
Im down on my knees, tell her please, that I love her so
Tell me preacher, man to man, will you do all that you can
Ive done wrong, this I know, and I really hurt her so
Its a lonely world Im livin in, an ocean of tears I been cryin
In this greatest hour of need, what can be done for a fool like me
Oh, Im calling, calling all angels, bring my baby back
Oh you must know where shes at, yes Ive been a fool
And I know that shes one of you, now do this for me, tell her please
And if shes lonely Ill make her understand
That these arms can carry both of us back to heaven again
Yes Ive been a fool and I know that shes one of you
Do this for me, tell her please
Calling, calling all angels
Hear me calling, calling all angels
Oh Im calling, calling all angels
Hear me calling, calling all angels
Oh Im calling, calling all angels
Hear me calling, calling all angels
Oh Im calling, calling all angels
song performed by by Alabama
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To R.B.
The fine delight that fathers thought; the strong
Spur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame,
Breathes once and, quenchèd faster than it came,
Leaves yet the mind a mother of immortal song.
Nine months she then, nay years, nine years she long
Within her wears, bears, cares and moulds the same:
The widow of an insight lost she lives, with aim
Now known and hand at work now never wrong.
Sweet fire the sire of muse, my soul needs this;
I want the one rapture of an inspiration.
O then if in my lagging lines you miss
The roll, the rise, the carol, the creation,
My winter world, that scarcely breathes that bliss
Now, yields you, with some sighs, our explanation.
poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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Your works display your righteousness
(after Gerard Manley Hopkins)
Your works display your righteousness, Lord,
and your love and mercy I cannot comprehend,
even your wisdom and power is without end,
Your sincerity is displayed in your word
but the works of my enemies prosper
and they are men, who do not honour you,
whose lives, whose words are never true,
while all my endeavours end in disaster
and Sir, at times I am struggling to know
if you view me as a enemy or as a friend,
while vile men rise against me, even every fiend,
creatures that with darkness glow.
I pray to have your blessings again,
to comprehend your will,
for protection against all the gathering evil,
for your presence like sweet refreshing drops of rain
and please forgive my faithlessness,
forgive my uncomprehending human ways
while you visit me in the coming days
and may I find in your presence tranquillity and rest.
[Reference: “Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend” by Gerard Manley Hopkins.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Far Too Many Aspens Are Now Felled (Cavatina)
(after William Cowper and Gerard Manley Hopkins)
Far too many aspens are now felled,
gone is the shade
while the wind blows and its searching in vain
the colonnade
where it once played its own happy song;
it is man made
the destruction that came, the great havoc
that down many rows of great trees did knock.
[References: “The Poplar-Field” by William Cowper and “Binsey Poplars” by Gerard Manley Hopkins.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Charm School
Men made out of monkeys
Men made into mice
Happy days are here again
And all the drinks half price
A girl with a trick and a man with a calling
Trying to make a living out of your downfalling
Trying to make a living out of anything at all
Didnt they teach you anything except how to be cruel
In that charm school
You and I as lovers
Were nothing but a farce
Trying to make a silk purse
Out of a sows arse
Saying why dont you watch me
Hardly speaking sotto voce
Ive got a notion
Ive got an angle
Take your dreams and promises
And put them through the mangle
They say its hell to finance too
And I just want to romance you
In this perpetual nightclub
Ill be yours eternal
Though the hours are long
And the noise infernal
Just one shameful act or sometimes two
We make believe were making do
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Your Love And Pure Integrity Is Not In Dispute, Lord (Cavatina Sequence)
(after Gerard Manley Hopkins)
Your love and pure integrity is not
in dispute, Lord,
yet my enemies grow in their power,
in Your record
their evil ways constantly do prosper,
they can afford
great mansions are quite happy in their sin
while there is no place for me to be in.
Even if You were not my dearest friend,
I am not free
from trepidation, from Your punishment,
tranquillity,
avoids me, destruction follow in my steps;
iniquity
is with them that do wreck my livelihood,
while constantly I do only mean good.
Let the great harvest come while I tell some
of Your kindness,
give real power to all my words and works,
in my blindness
help me to see all of Your loving care
while You do bless
me again and again in times of strain,
rid me of all my pain, while You send rain.
[Reference: 'Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord' by Gerard Manley Hopkins.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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There Is A Time When Tired And Weak
THERE IS A TIME WHEN TIRED AND WEAK
There is a time when tired and weak
An old man can barely think
But writes nonetheless
A few small lines
To remind himself
That he still has a mind-
There is a time when tired and weak
An old man can barely speak
But writes nonetheless
A few small lines
To prove to himself
That he still is alive-
There is a time when tired and weak
And old man can barely dream
But writes nonetheless
A few small lines
To make himself believe
He still has time
There will be a time when tired and weak
An old man will be unable to read-
He will not write a few small lines
He will sit and wait
For the end of his life.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Baila (Sex Thing)
It blows my mind now that I found you
Deep in the night of tequila boom boom
Slide by me, sexy thing, sexy and fine
I got my eyes on you all of the time.....yeah
Youve got to have chaos burnin in you
To make you open like a flower in bloom
Hell lives inside you next to paradise
The moon and sun have come to watch your shine
Baby, the night is on fire
Yea, were flames in the sky
Flashin through the night.....what you say?
Baila, baila morena
Sotto questa luna piena
Under the moonlight
Under the moonlight
Go chica, go cocca keep it all shakin
You know tonight somethins up for the takin
My heart is gold, heart of a saint
With you beside me girl, oh, then I aint
Baby, the night is on fire
Yea, were flames in the sky
A scandal in the night.....what you say?
Baila, baila morena
Sotto questa luna piena
Under the moonlight
Baila, under the moonlight
Sotto questa luna piena
Baila morena.....yeah yeah yeah
You got me hurtin so bad, so bad
I got to have it, so bad
Baila, baila morena
Sotto questa luna piena
Under the moonlight
Baila, under the moonlight
Sotto questa luna piena
Baila morena
Sotto questa luna piena
Sotto questa luna piena
Sotto questa luna piena
Under the moonlight.
song performed by by Zucchero
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The Poets
Half god, half brute, within the self-same shell,
Changers with every hour from dawn till even,
Who dream with angels in the gate of heaven,
And skirt with curious eyes the brinks of hell,
Children of Pan, whom some, the few, love well,
But most draw back, and know not what to say,
Poor shining angels, whom the hoofs betray,
Whose pinions frighten with their goatish smell.
Half brutish, half divine, but all of earth,
Half-way 'twixt hell and heaven, near to man,
The whole world's tangle gathered in one span,
Full of this human torture and this mirth:
Life with its hope and error, toil and bliss,
Earth-born, earth-reared, ye know it as it is.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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Angel's Calling
Looks like the angel's calling
It's a lonley, lonely day
St. Joe you must be joking
Don't take my life away
Calling now
The Angel's calling now
Calling now
The Angel's calling now
I hear the harps a-crying
From atop the pearly gates
I know that Satan's trying
To rope my soul away
Calling now
The Angel's calling now
Calling now
The Angel's calling now
Aaaah..........
A hard time today
Just making it up the trail
I don't need to worry
Just give me a chance to sail
You won't get me to heaven
You won't take me so far
You won't get me forever
Cause I'm not gonna fall
Commencing after tour
You world is here no more
NO!!
You won't get me to heaven
You won't take me so far
You won't get me forever
You won't take me at all
There's no one you can phone
You know you're on your own
Well it's so important to you
You scream louder now
You know that it's up to you
You kick and scream louder now
As darkness comes into view
You gotta scream louder now
There's nothing else left to do
Ooooh it's gonna make you melt
Somebody's gonna pray
We never get to choose if we wanna stay
I think there's gotta be many answers now for you
Somebody's gonna cry when they ask about you
I know there's gonna be many answers now for you
Calling now
The Angel's calling now
Calling now
The Angel's calling now
Calling now
The Angel's calling now lord
Calling me now
Calling me now
Calling me now
You gotta take me up
Calling me now
Calling me now
The Angel's calling now
song performed by by Zebra
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I will not loose my grip
(after Gerard Manley Hopkins)
No, I will not flee,
while I struggle as a mortal man,
using all the power that I can,
while I am struggling to be free,
to be free, from sin, from my own iniquity
and yet its your familiar / unfamiliar face that I scan
while I am trying to comprehend why our fighting did began,
why someone Godly, divine chose me as an adversary?
The dust covers both of us,
while the sun is already rising
and my foot feels full of pain and odd,
but I will not loose my grip even if I must
and I am first begging for your blessing,
for your compassion, Oh my God, my God.
[Reference: “Carrion Comfort” by Gerard Manley Hopkins.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Trying To Get To Her
Trying to get to her
To tell her that there is so much in my mind
That I want her to know
She is now in heaven with Alan
That happiness that was finally found
There are no mountains low enough for them
No roads wide enough for them
Yes peace surrounds them everyday
Yes I still have there love in my heart, my mind, and my soul
Birds are singing for them in heaven
A song
So peaceful
So beautiful and relaxing to hear
They never get tired of hearing it
God is now on their side
Protecting them and keeping their spirit alive
Their soul is at rest in heaven
The sun always shines in heaven during the day
But at night it is a different thing
The moon and the stars come out in full force
Heaven is a paradise for them
They found it a long time a go
What else could be more beautiful than heaven?
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Faye Tucker
On the night they killed faye tucker
I was gambling away my last dime
Yeah well I pulled down the lever
And I sent up a prayer
That my luck would not be denied
My luck would not be denied
So roll out the head of faye tucker
Yeah well never you mind what they say
Well you may be reborn
But its all just for scorn
And thats what youll take to the grave
Thats what youll take to the grave
Well the minister wants you to live now
And the governor wants you to fry
And whatever it was that you thought might occur
Well they got something else on their minds
They got something else on their minds
If you live they gonna make you a campaigner
(if you live they gonna make you a campaigner)
If you die they gonna make you a grave
(if you die they gonna make you a grave)
Either way it goes down
(either way it goes down)
Your lifes not your own
And thats why killin dont pay
(hey your lifes not your own)
Thats why killin dont pay
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I thought I heard the angels bells
But they were just the hounds of hell
I thought I heard the angels bells
But they were just the hounds of hell
What did you learn faye tucker
Yeah what will you take from this world
Yeah well mercy could prove us
But nothing would move us
To rise above just being cruel
To rise above just being cruel
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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The Shepherd’s Brow, Fronting Forked Lightning, Owns
The shepherd's brow, fronting forked lightning, owns
The horror and the havoc and the glory
Of it. Angels fall, they are towers, from heaven—a story
Of just, majestical, and giant groans.
But man—we, scaffold of score brittle bones;
Who breathe, from groundlong babyhood to hoary
Age gasp; whose breath is our memento mori—
What bass is our viol for tragic tones?
He! Hand to mouth he lives, and voids with shame;
And, blazoned in however bold the name,
Man Jack the man is, just; his mate a hussy.
And I that die these deaths, that feed this flame,
That … in smooth spoons spy life’s masque mirrored: tame
My tempests there, my fire and fever fussy.
poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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Hell Awaits
[Backwards: "Join us" x times]
[Welcome back]
Existing on damnation's edge
The priest had never known
To witness such a violent show
Of power overthrown
Angels fighting aimlessly
Still dying by the sword
Our legions killing all in sight
To get the one called Lord
The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just follow me
I can take your lost soul from the grave
Jesus knows your soul can not be saved
Crucify the so called Lord
He soon shall fall to me
Your souls are damned your God has fell
To slave for me eternally
Hell awaits...
The Reaper guard's the darkened Gates
That Satan calls his home
Demons feed the furnace where
The Dead are free to roam
Lonely children of the night
There's seven ways to go
Each leading to the burning hole
The Lucifer controls
Priests of Hades seek the sacred star
Satan sees the answer lies not far
Zombies screaming souls cry out to you
Satanic laws prevail your life is through
Pray to the moon... when it is round
Death with you shall then abound
What you seek... for can't be found
In sea or sky or underground
Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp
The seven bloody Gates of Hell
Is where you'll live your last
Warriors from Hell's Domain
Will bring you to your Death
The flames of Hades burning strong
Your soul shall never rest
The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just follow me
I can take your lost soul from the grave
Jesus knows your soul can not be saved
Sacrifice the lives of all I know they
Soon shall die
Their souls are damned to rot in Hell
and keep the fire growing deep inside
Hell awaits...
song performed by by Slayer from Hell Awaits
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Siren
Siren, siren, calling me from the sea,
Spill the sweetness of your words and your voice—
Spill them with such lucid fluidity
That I sink in them without having choice.
Siren, siren, sing me into a lull,
Bewitch me with your charm and your danger—
An insatiable thirst I can't control
For adventures, your lure of grandeur.
Siren, siren, slipping through my fingers
Like a formless liquid, make me submit.
You move with an air that seems to linger,
Perfumed with pleasures that seem infinite.
Siren, siren, entice the sensation
Of love within my imagination.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Sotto Voce
It's
Come to this
Sotto voce
Mention his name
Not to be
Targeted
By scorn and derision
The good die young.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Calling All Angels
I need a sign to let me know you're here
All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere
I need to know that things are gonna look up
'Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup
When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head
When you feel the world shake from the words that are said
And I'm calling all angels
I'm calling all you angels
I won't give up if you don't give up ( repeat 4 times)
I need a sign to let me know you're here
'Cause my TV set just keeps it all from being clear
I want a reason for the way things have to be
I need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me
And I'm calling all angels
I'm calling all you angels
When children have to play inside so they don't disappear
And private eyes solve marriage lies cause we don't talk for years
And football teams are kissing Queens
and losing sight of having dreams
In a world that what we want is only what we want until it's ours
I'm calling all angels
I'm calling all you angels
song performed by by Train
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Heaven N Hell! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! : (
A place of wonder,
A place of grief,
Where float angels and demons.
Flowers n flames surrounding em,
In a place they call HEAVEN n HELL.
Heaven is like sweet surprise
While, OH! Hell is where torture rise
Heaven blooms with happiness n wise,
While hell craves for revenge n cries.
A lovely place, many say,
With faces beaming day and day
I'm dying of misery, many cry
With dark faces and tear soaked eyes.
Angels gaze at heavens door,
The evil sneer of demons that stroll.
Darkness fails to conquer heaven
While light captures hell
Happiness starts from heavens door
While hell is filled with grief n more
U cannot escape the misery in hell,
While heaven is a place free from spell.
poem by Harshika Ram
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Children Rise Up
Children rise up
Children rise up
You are free
You are free
From Satan's reach
Children rise up
Lead the way
You are the light
That sees us through each day
Children Rise Up
You are from God
Made in his image
And closest to his heart
Children Rise Up
Young and Old
Go out and profess the word of God
With earnesty and with soul
Children Rise Up
You are special
You are special
More so than the God's angels
For you are the angels
The leaders of the world
The light from the darkness
The most precious of us all
We are the children
Each one of us
Young and Old
Are from God's soul
In Him we believe
In HIm we shall succeed
Through turmoil and toils
God protects us from Satan's ploys
poem by Lee John Siebritz
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