Vowed To Abdicate the Throne
He has vowed!
Yes.
Vowed to abdicate the throne!
He alone has grown tired,
And is heard moaning there...
As he groans!
He needs to unplug from this stall.
And release his opposition.
He is stagnated in a position,
That brings a grief to all that has shown.
The frequency of his zeal...
Leaves him with little appeal.
Even he has lost desire...
To strike a match to this gas once fired.
A sputtering that had stirred a blaze.
But those days have come to a fade.
And he sits in a daze!
Realizing he has no business to rush.
And even less of that to flush!
He has vowed!
Yes.
Vowed to abdicate the throne!
He alone has grown tired,
And is heard moaning there...
As he groans!
And those anticipating...
And awaiting him to flee.
Admit to themselves,
Why they have been so patient
With someone who believed,
This 'throne' was theirs exclusively!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember
She sits in the dark, no more words to say,
Waiting for me to wipe her tears away
But Im too stubborn to see
That the problem was me
Cant admit that Im wrong
Now it seems to me that shes no longer here
And the love is gone
Its over now I heard her say
But I know I cant let my angel slip away
Gonna swallow my pride and hold it inside
cause I cant stand to see my baby cry
Take me back to the place where we first
Met, making love under the sunset, remember
Do you remember?
Take me back to the place where we first met
Vowed that our love we
Wont forget, do you remember, remember?
Im so sorry that things got out of hand
Sometimes I act like a child instead of a man
Remember that gleam in your eye, then I kissed
Your lips on that special night seemed like the
World had stopped for a moment in time
Its over now I heard her say
But I know I cant let my angel slip away
Gonna swallow my pride and hold it inside
cause I cant stand to see my baby cry
Take me back to the place where we first
Met, making love under the sunset, remember
Do you remember?
Take me back to the place where we first met
Vowed that our love we
Wont forget, do you remember, remember?
Close your eyes and hold me cause I need you
Please forgive me girl
Take me back to the place where we first
Met, making love under the sunset, remember
Do you remember?
Take me back to the place where we first met
Vowed that our love we
Wont forget, do you remember, remember?
song performed by by Youngstown
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German Faith
Once for the sceptre of Germany, fought with Bavarian Louis
Frederick, of Hapsburg descent, both being called to the throne.
But the envious fortune of war delivered the Austrian
Into the hands of the foe, who overcame him in fight.
With the throne he purchased his freedom, pledging his honor
For the victor to draw 'gainst his own people his sword;
But what he vowed when in chains, when free he could not accomplish,
So, of his own free accord, put on his fetters again.
Deeply moved, his foe embraced him,--and from thenceforward
As a friend with a friend, pledged they the cup at the feast;
Arm-in-arm, the princes on one couch slumbered together.
While a still bloodier hate severed the nations apart.
'Gainst the army of Frederick Louis now went, and behind him
Left the foe he had fought, over Bavaria to watch.
"Ay, it is true! 'Tis really true! I have it in writing!"
Thus did the Pontifex cry, when he first heard of the news.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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Well, most grown-ups forget what it was like to be a kid. I vowed that I would never forget.
quote by Matt Groening
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A Russian Tale
The tsar our little father had grown old, very old. Now he could not even strangle a dove with his own hands. Sitting on his throne he was golden and frigid. Only his beard grew, down to the floor and farther.
Then someone else ruled, it was not known who. Curious folk peeped into the palace windows but Krivonosov screened the windows with gibbets. Thus only the hanged saw anything.
In the end the tsar our little father died for good. The bells rang and rang, yet they did not bring his body out. Our tsar had grown into the throne. The legs of the throne had become all mixed up with the legs of the tsar. His arm and the armrest were one. It was impossible to tear him loose. And to bury the tsar along with the golden throne - what a shame.
poem by Zbigniew Herbert
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I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.
quote by William Tecumseh Sherman
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Brittania's Throne
MIRROR of the trackless sky,
Priestess of its changing mood,
Ere thy shores were piled on high
Thou didst feel God’s Spirit brood;
Thou didst hear His word alone;—
Be thou still Britannia’s throne.
From thy deeps the creeping things
Spread through cove and brook and fen,
Changing scales for soaring wings
And the mould of mortal men;
From thy womb the world hath grown!
Be thou still Britannia’s throne.
Then among the happier ones
Filing in millennial train,
Thou didst make us favoured sons,
Teaching us to rule and reign:
Thou didst call us for thine own—
Be thou still Britannia’s throne.
Mighty Mistress, thou didst school
England’s heart in all thy ways;
May she learn no nicer rule
In the ease of after days;
For the greatness we have known
Be thou still Britannia’s throne.
For the passion of our plea,
For the memory of our brave,
For the fights we fought for thee,
For the bones that thou dost lave,
For the love that we have shown!
Be thou still Britannia’s throne.
poem by Arthur Maquarie
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Is There Anyone Home
Is there anyone home in this house made of stone?
Anyone inside know my name
Ive been around for a half of a hundred days.
Never saw a door shut so tight
Turn around, dont look down
Theres a man behind you with a gun
Like any wandering child in the wilderness,
Wild and uncaged are your ways
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
Theres a light around you
Ive come to switch it on
It will brighten every room
Dont be ashamed if you feel a whole lot warmer in you heart.
You got that feelin in your soul
Is there anyone home in this house made of stone?
Anyone in there who might care
Ive grown weary and wise and I feel much amazed.
Got a few good tales to unwind
Turn around, dont look down
Theres a man behind you with a gun.
Like any wandering minstrel Ive dawned in the house of a thousand delights.
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Bible in Poetry: Revelation 4
1And then, I looked and saw a door
Before me, open in heaven.
The voice I had first heard, then spoke,
A trumpet-like to me and said,
'You come up here, and I’ll show you
What ought to take place after this.'
2At once, I was in Spirit’s way,
And there before me lay a throne,
In heaven, on which someone sat.
3 The one who sat upon it looked
Akin to jasper, carnelian.
An emerald-like rainbow lay,
Encircling throne in gorgeous way.
4Around the throne were twenty-four
More thrones, and elders sat on them.
They’re clad in dress of purest white,
And wore gold crowns upon their heads.
5 And from the throne arose flashes
Of lightning and peals of thunder.
Before the throne, blazed seven lamps,
And these were God’s seven Spirits.
6 Before the throne, there was a sea
Of glass that appeared crystal-clear.
Around the throne, in the center,
There were four living creatures, who
Had eyes both in front and in back.
7The first creature was lion-like,
The second one was like an ox,
The third one had a face like man,
The fourth looked flying eagle-like.
8Each of the creatures had six wings,
Covered with many eyes around,
And present ev’n under its wings.
All day and night, they said non-stop:
'Holy, holy, holy Lord, God,
The Almighty, who was, and is,
And is to come.'
9And whenever the creatures gave
Glory, honor and thanks to Him,
Who sits upon the mighty throne,
And who lives for ever and ever,
10 The elders fell down before Him,
Who sat upon the heav’nly throne,
And worshipped Him who lives forev’r.
They lay their crowns before the throne and say:
11'You are worthy, our Lord and God,
to receive glory, honor, pow’r,
For You created all the things,
And by Your will, were they created,
And have their being forever.'
poem by John Celes
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Angela Burdett-Coutts
Long with us, now she leaves us; she has rest
Beneath our sacred sod:
A woman vowed to Good, whom all attest,
The daylight gift of God.
poem by George Meredith
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Failure
Because God put His adamantine fate
Between my sullen heart and its desire,
I swore that I would burst the Iron Gate,
Rise up, and curse Him on His throne of fire.
Earth shuddered at my crown of blasphemy,
But Love was as a flame about my feet;
Proud up the Golden Stair I strode; and beat
Thrice on the Gate, and entered with a cry -
All the great courts were quiet in the sun,
And full of vacant echoes: moss had grown
Over the glassy pavement, and begun
To creep within the dusty council-halls.
An idle wind blew round an empty throne
And stirred the heavy curtains on the walls.
poem by Rupert Brooke
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Vast Empire And Fallen Throne.
A vast empire surrounds us
But we stand with the fallen throne and
Confounded and crestfallen we are.
Our empire of amasses; not of accumulations!
Our empire of ownership; not of master-hood!
Our empire of intelligence; not of erudition!
The throne lies down with its jewels gone,
It lies at our feet and none can pick it up.
We feel on our skull the shame of past.
Our throne of civilisation; not of progress!
Our throne of peace; not of harmony!
Our throne of diamonds; not of copper
The empire will swell and explode next
And our throne will lie buried ever.
The empire will thereafter turn into a planet of its own
And go on the orbit of might and moss and
Our throne will join the fossils down deep!
The ides of the present remain told aloud!
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Australia 1894
SHE sits a queen whom none shall dare despoil,
Her crown the sun, her guard the vigilant sea,
And round her throne are gathered, stalwart, free,
A people proud, yet stooping to the soil,
Patient to swell her greatness with their toil,
And swift to leave, should dire occasion be,
The mine, the flock, the desk, the furrowed lea,
And force the invader to a dark recoil.—
Yet as she gazes o’er the plains that lie
Fruitful about her throne, she sighs full sore
To see the barriers Greed has builded high,
Dividing them who brothers were before,
When still they dwelt beneath a sterner sky
And heard the thunders of a wilder shore.
poem by William Gay
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When They Moan
When they moan...
They are much upset.
And beset in troubled homes.
When they moan...
Storm clouds have arrived.
And they can not hide,
Their groans.
When they moan!
Fed up by the rise of lies,
Told about but denied.
And there is no where to put aside their pride,
When they moan.
With a besetting that upsets them...
In their troubled homes.
And displeasures once unknown are shown.
As they gather to scatter chatter,
That droans.
When they moan.
In voices now condoned,
They moan.
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Aye curumba!
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
In voices now condoned...
They moan.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Aye curumba!
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
In voices now condoned...
They moan.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
When they moan!
Dedicated:
To my Latino brothers and sisters,
experiencing injustices 'anywhere'...
all one day will be well.
Your struggles have not gone unnoticed.
And your contributions are duly noted!
I love you.
~LSP~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Needs! Not 'Knees
You act as if,
You are not sensitive at all
To the 'needs' of others
'What?
What are you talking about?
When I was down on mine,
It took everything I had to get up off them.
I struggled for years too.
And when I eventually stood on my own two feet,
I vowed I would never allow myself...
To get in that position,
Ever again.
Not if I can help it.
People ignored me.
As if I did not exist.
As if they had no feeling towards me at all.
I've learned many lessons since then.
NEEDS!
Not KNEES.
'No
My knees are not knocked.
But I remember as a kid,
I use to be pigeon toed.
But I can say
Today?
I am not sensitive to that at all.
I've learned that the 'knees' of others,
Are not my business
Why would you bring something like that up? '
Forget it
'Forgotten.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Throne of Bone
He sits upon a throne of bone
Sits and waits much like a stone
Waits for the perfect time to strike
To strike the rich and poor alike
To raise the world until it dies
To torture men until they cry
To reduce the world to ash and smoke
To walk upon it would mean to choke
Til’ rivers run with blood alone
Til’ the world is filled with all men’s bones
To raise to world to ash and dust
To destroy mankind is Satan’s lust
To take the world to call his own
He waits upon his throne of bone
poem by Tim Vallie
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From Poverty To a Throne
I held on to my dreams and sanity
Even when kindness was never shown
Because I had a feeling deep down in my bones
That God can take anyone from poverty to a Throne.
When you are poor and hungry it's hard to go on
And you can't get help from a bank or loan
There were many times when I was treated wrong
But my faith in God remained strong.
Keep your eyes focused on the Lord and him alone
He hear our cries when we weep and moan.
We can call him at midnight or the break of dawn
He will help you when everyone else is gone.
I've found this out since I have been grown
That God loves to make Himself known
He has promised me a mansion of my own
God can take anyone from poverty to a throne
.
poem by Mary Bowman
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I would never abdicate, nor would I expect any other governor to abdicate, the responsibility to protect the people of my state.
quote by Joe Manchin
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Broken Heart
The leaves rustled
In the cold breeze
Around the stillness
Of the old Haunted House
The moonlight shone down
Sending strays of shadows
Upon the ground
The silent footsteps
Of the distant past
Echoed through the night
And as I glanced up
At the shattered windows
There was a luminous
Pale light reflecting
Off the glass
Blinking once
Blinking twice
It just vanished
From my sight
I have heard story's of old
Of a long lost soul
Who awaits for
Her one true love
The story goes
Of a young girl blind
Raised in the house of old
And she meets
A boy who taught her love
And they vowed to be
Together as one
But a war was at hand
And a letter did come
Stating he must defend
His homeland
So with a heavy heart
He vowed to return
As soon as the
War was done
The day came around
When in uniform he wore
To give a token
To his one true love
He held in his hand
Two pieces of gold
Of a heart broken in two
This piece is mine
And this piece is yours
Once returned
Will be together as one
So softly he kissed
Upon her lips
A found farewell
To true love
So there she sat
Day after day
Waiting for lost
Love to return
But alas he died
In a foreign land
And grasped in his hand
Was his piece of gold?
That they pried from his hand
To send to his loved ones at home
But alas it never reached home
Upon the news
Of the young mans death
She cried in vain and clasps to her chest
The pendant of gold still around her neck
And dies of broken heart in two
Tears of sorrow
Cascade down my cheeks
And glancing up
At the old haunted house
I see her face
Glisten with tears
As she sits
And waits for
Her one true love
To return safely home
To her arms
Shaking my head
I move away in pain
When will this haunting
Ever end
poem by Kaila George
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Now I understand!
Now I understand!
When to remember me
She vowed,
She said she would forget me,
But kindly!
In the Wood of Finvara
I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears;
Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears,
A naked runner lost in a storm of spears.
I have grown tired of rapture and love's desire;
Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire
Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.
I would wash the dust of the world in a soft green flood:
Here, between sea and sea, in the fairy wood,
I have found a delicate, wave-green solitude.
Here, in the fairy wood, between sea and sea,
I have heard the song of a fairy bird in a tree,
And the peace that is not in the world has flown to me.
poem by Arthur Symons
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