Be Soothed
Be soothed,
By whatever you get patched up.
Be soothed,
By getting out of those tough ruts.
Be soothed,
By anthing that comes as luck,
That opens up those doors once shut!
Be soothed,
By whatever you get patched up.
Be soothed,
By getting out of those tough ruts.
Be soothed,
By anything that comes as luck,
That opens up those doors once shut!
Many people living here are positive.
And some of those people live their lives to give.
With some of them heard never ever complaining...
About their strolls through pouring rain.
Be soothed,
By anything good you do.
Be soothed,
By being proud you can move.
Be soothed,
Some people can't even do that.
Be soothed,
To know you aint flat on your back!
Be soothed,
By whatever you get patched up.
Be soothed,
By getting out of those tough ruts.
Be soothed,
By anything that comes as luck,
That opens up those doors once shut!
Be soothed,
By anything good you do.
Be soothed,
By being proud you can move.
Be soothed,
Some people can't even do that.
Be soothed,
To know you aint flat on your back!
Many people living here are positive.
And some of those people live their lives to give.
With some of them heard never ever complaining...
About their strolls through pouring rain.
Be soothed,
By anything good you do.
Be soothed,
By being proud you can move.
Be soothed,
Some people can't even do that.
Be soothed,
To know you aint flat on your back!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out in the Cold(song)
Out in the cold
With no jacket
All that I hear
Is some racket
I want out
I want out
Put me on
The next train
Hands in
My pockets
Don't know
What to do
Time rambles on
And I'm still here
I want out
I want out
I'm leaving
Leaving home
I want out
Independence
is finally here
Now I can relax
And drink a beer
I'm soothed
Yes I'm soothed
Cause I'm gone
I'm gone
I am home
I am home
And independent
I am home
And independent
poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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On The Death Of Smet-Smet, The Hippopotamus- Goddess
Song of a tribe of the ancient Egyptians
(The Priests within the Temple)
She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother.
She was lustful and lewd? -- but a God; we had none other.
In the day She was hidden and dumb, but at nightfall moaned in the shade;
We shuddered and gave Her Her will in the darkness; we were afraid.
(The People without)
She sent us pain,
And we bowed before Her;
She smiled again
And bade us adore Her.
She solaced our woe
And soothed our sighing;
And what shall we do
Now God is dying?
(The Priests within)
She was hungry and ate our children; -- how should we stay Her?
She took our young men and our maidens; -- ours to obey Her.
We were loathed and mocked and reviled of all nations; that was our pride.
She fed us, protected us, loved us, and killed us; now She has died.
(The People without)
She was so strong;
But death is stronger.
She ruled us long;
But Time is longer.
She solaced our woe
And soothed our sighing;
And what shall we do
Now God is dying?
poem by Rupert Brooke
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On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus Goddess: Song of a Tribe of the Ancient Egyptians
(The Priests within the Temple)
She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our mother.
She was lustful and lewd? — but a God; we had none other.
In the day She was hidden and dumb, but at nightfall moaned in the shade;
We shuddered and gave Her Her will in the darkness; we were afraid.
(The People within)
She sent us pain,
And we bowed before Her;
She smiled again
And bade us adore Her.
She solaced our woe
And soothed our sighing;
And what shall we do
Now God is dying?
(The Priests within)
She was hungry and ate our children;—how should we stay Her?
She took our young men and our maidens;—ours to obey Her.
We were loathed and mocked and reviled of all nations; that was our pride.
She fed us, protected us, loved us, and killed us; now She has died.
(The People within)
She was so strong;
But Death is stronger.
She ruled us long;
But Time is longer.
She solaced our woe
And soothed our sighing;
And what shall we do
Now God is dying?
poem by Rupert Brooke from The Collected Poems of Rupert Brooke, With a Memoir (1918)
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Situations Experienced
It is troubling enough to be bombarded by regret.
Haunted by disappointments.
And tossed about emotionally,
Over situations experienced one can not forget.
Or can be soothed by those disbelieving or suspect.
Sometimes a face one tries to mask,
Has a life that seems strained in appearance.
With a drained voice and weak convictions shown.
It becomes difficult to reach feelings unknown
When a paining inside no one outside can see.
Haunted by disappointment and bombarded by regret!
Who knows what one feels and carries in-depth.
If one is inflicted...
Over situations experienced one can not forget.
Or can be soothed by those disbelieving or suspect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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White Water
The white tiger went on his way
To where he had to go,
He'd suffered the heat of the day,
Now sought where waters flow...
And oh what joy as he walked in,
What wholesome sweet relief,
As cooling water soothed his skin...
Pure joy beyond belief...
With gentle grace he swam a while
And ripping waters trailed
As if with magic to beguile...
Each time, it never failed...
There was a certain mystery,
A miracle at least,
A wistful end to misery
That soothed this savage beast...
And when his blood was cool once more,
It now was time to leave...
And so he swam to walk ashore,
The heat no more to grieve...
White water comes from waterfalls
Then flows into a stream...
And to this day, he still recalls
God's gift as though a dream...
(July 2011/The poem is based on the
magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford
called 'White Water'.)
poem by Denis Martindale
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I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.
quote by John Burroughs
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Somehow, the painting soothed him. It verified his fears. But it also informed him that fear was wonderful.
quote by Timothy Findley
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Applause felt like approval, and it became a drug that soothed the pain, but only temporarily.
quote by Anita Baker
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Childhood has no forebodings, but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.
George Eliot in The Mill on the Floss
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What omniscience has music! So absolutely impersonal, yet every sufferer feels his secret sorrow soothed.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Cry Cry Cry
Third Eye Blind Feat. Merle Haggard
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash,
Johnny Cash trying to calm the criminal, soothed and imprisoned by a Memphis summer hymnal, with a saftey razor and a good man's nightmare, and that long road out of here paved with words that he don't believe, and a bitch of a woman caused the man in black to grieve
Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down
I think you only live to see the lights of town
I wasted my time when I would try, try, try
Cause when the lights have lost their glow you'll cry, cry, cry
Soon your sugardaddies will all be gone
You wake up some cold day and find you're alone
You'll call for me but I'm gonna tell you bye, bye, bye
When I turn around and walk away you'll cry, cry, cry
You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone
When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own
You're gonna cry, cry, cry
I lie awake at night to wait till you come in
You stay a little while and then you're gone again
Every question that I ask I get a lie, lie, lie
For every lie you tell you're gonna cry, cry, cry
You're gonna cry, and then you'll, you'll cry alone
When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own
You're gonna cry, cry, cry, cry
When your fickle love gets old, and no one will care for you
You'll come back for me for a little love that's true
I'll tell you no and then you'll ask me why, why, why
When I remind you of all of this you'll cry, cry, cry
You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you, you'll want me then
It'll hurt when you think of all the fool you've been
You're gonna cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry
You're gonna cry, cry, cry
Johnny Cash trying to calm the criminal, soothed and imprisoned by a Memphis summer hymnal, with a saftey razor...
It's gonna hurt you, hurt you
song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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Impinged, bored beetle
Stroking, wind soothed bamboo's heart
High scaled notes love-born
haiku by Indira Renganathan
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When I found the boundless knowledge
Kabir:
My mind was soothed
When I found the boundless knowledge,
And the fires
that scorch the world
To me are water cool.
Goodbye
You were embraced in his (deaths) arm so still,
As soothed by mother’s warmth an infant.
Wrapped in first shaft of sun,
As prepared for a distant journey to come.
Lost the radiance of your eye,
As an amber ready to say goodbye…
poem by Lama Abbas
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Wake Us Up At Sunrise?
Masses lulled to sleep by dark of Moon
Cajoled and soothed by Templar priests
Who’ve rendered peoples power picayune
For they do the evil bidding of “The Beast”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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No, No, No Poem
No, no no poem.
Poem has burnt me
with fire.
Or, I can say,
a guy's unwanted ire.
I'll sit rather,
under shades of woods.
For many days,
until my soul,
gets soothed.
I don't want to reach
my cherished goal.
poem by Debdarshana Sen
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It is not half cooked
Having heard and read, I wrote.
Having seen and felt, I wrote.
I wrote of love and romance
From experience and perception.
As I wrote I was soothed.
Don’t scorn my writings as half cooked.
10.10.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rainy Day
Rainy Day
It was eight in the morning when I heard
a car door slam and a car drive off.
It rained all day and it soothed my nerves
to hear water trickle down old roof tiles;
stuck indoors, I didn't have an umbrella.
Five o'clock, afternoon, the car returned
and the same door slammed shut,
the rain continued, the water trickling
was a Geneva Convention offence; utterly
bored now and still without an umbrella.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Mild is the Parting Year
Mild is the parting year, and sweet
The odour of the falling spray;
Life passes on more rudely fleet,
And balmless is its closing day.
I wait its close, I court its gloom,
But mourn that never must there fall
Or on my breast or on my tomb
The tear that would have soothed it all.
poem by Walter Savage Landor
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Resignation
NO selfish grief, no clamourings at our loss,
Shall break the sacred stillness of the dim
Dawn of eternity; we leave thee here,
Far form the winds and waves that round us toss,
Where every pain is soothed and every fear,
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In the safe keeping of the arms of Him
That saw His Mother weep beside the cross.
poem by Frederick George Scott
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