Miss Mary Fairfax
Every day Miss Mary goes her rounds,
Through the splendid house and through the grounds,
Looking if the kitchen table's white,
Seeing if the great big fire's alight,
Finding specks on shining pans and pots,
Never praising much, but scolding lots.
If the table's white, she does not see
Roughened hands that once were ivory.
It is fires, not cheeks, that ought to glow;
And if eyes are dim, she doesn't know.
Poor Miss Mary! Poor for all she owns,
Since the things she loves are stocks and stones.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Miss Mary
Angels announce with trumpets
Crown you with jewels and stars
Hercules lives
Next door to venus and mars
Beside your pretty blue shoulder
Something may trouble jerome
Now that youre up with your friends
I know youll never come home
Singing so babe, I know this song
Miss mary Im nothing without you
Everything Ive done is wrong
Miss mary I try not to doubt you
I walk in their brilliant parade
Banish the primitive gloom
Now I know where I can find you
Hung up in some frenchmans room
Pitiful magdalena for all to see
Must have been beautiful
So just show a little mercy to me
Hey babe, I sing this song
Miss mary Im nothing without you
Everything Ive done is wrong
Miss mary I try not to doubt you
There at the foot of your staircase
I stood to take in the scene
All the ashes of roses
The veined steps of marble
Purple, gold and green
Oh I wish you were my queen
They only want to possess you
Lock you away in a vault
Such a heavenly vision
And dress you up in blue
I guess its not their fault
I know this song
Miss mary Im nothing without you
Everything Ive done is wrong
Miss mary I try not to doubt you
So babe, I sing this song
Miss mary Im nothing without you
Everything Ive done is wrong
Miss mary I try not to doubt you
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Mary Mary Magdalene
Mary Mary Magdalene,
what do all those stories mean?
Mary, Mary, is it true,
Jesus had a thing for you?
Mary, Mary – He lay with you?
Mary, Mary, tell me true
Mary, Mary, red hair wild,
did He leave you great with child?
Mary, was your love so steady,
that you had had His kids already?
Mary, Mary, at the Cross,
did it feel a gain or loss?
Mary, Mary – on that third day,
what was it like with the stone rolled away?
Mary, Mary, running there with love,
what did you think when He rose above?
Mary, Mary – what was it like, after?
Were there tears or joyful laughter?
Mary, Mary – the kids you had –
did they turn out like their Dad?
Mary, Mary, whore redeemed,
did it work out like you dreamed?
Mary, Mary – your afterlife –
was it mostly love, or mostly strife?
Mary, Mary, were you worshipped or despised
As Mary’s daughter-in-law, Mrs. Christ?
Mary, Mary, did you stay,
or feel you had to take the kids away?
Mary, Mary, with so much love,
did you, too, rise to heaven above?
Mary, Mary, in the sky,
all we ask are the reasons why…
Mary, Mary Magdalene,
What is really true? What does it really mean?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Cupboard
Mother: What's in that cupboard, Mary?
Mary: Which cupboard, mother dear?
Mother: The cupboard of red mahogany
With handles shining clear.
Mary: That cupboard, dearest mother,
With shining crystal handles?
There's nought inside but rags and jags
And yellow tallow candles.
Mother: What's in that cupboard, Mary?
Mary: Which cupboard, mother mine?
Mother: That cupboard stands in your sunny chamber,
The silver corners shine.
Mary: There's nothing there inside, mother,
But wool and thread and flax,
And bits of faded silk and velvet
And candles of white wax.
Mother: What's in that cupboard, Mary?
And this time tell me true.
Mary: White clothes for an unborn baby, mother..
But what's the truth to you?
poem by Robert Graves
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Early Works - Writers
We sit around the table
elbows poised and hands on chins
as airy voices ring in our ears
first about dogs
a pack of them chasing some poor deer
then we hear of a black and white
spotted monster
from there to Rabby Burns
who’s breeding like rabbits!
Then on to the poor misses who has everything
but doesn’t know what to do
and then a serenade
about people standing on their heads,
ah but it doesn’t finish there
my lurid tale is yet to befall their ears.
Heaven help them!
2 May 1985
poem by David Harris
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Mary, Mary
Words and music by michael nesmith
Mary, mary, where you goin to?
Mary, mary, can I go too.
This one thing I will vow ya,
Id rather die than to live without ya.
Mary, mary, where you goin to?
Mary, mary, tell me truly
What did I do to make you leave me.
Whatever it was I didnt mean to,
You know I never would try and hurt ya.
Mary, mary, where you goin to?
What more, mary, can I do
To prove my love is truly yours?
Ive done more now than a clear-thinkin man would do.
Mary, mary, its not over.
Where you go, I will follow.
til I win your love again
And walk beside you,
But until then.
Mary, mary, where you goin to?
Mary, mary, where you goin to?
Mary, where you goin to?
Mary, mary, mary, mary, mary, where you goin to?
[repeat adlib]
song performed by by Monkees
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A Farewell
Remember me and smile, as smiling too,
I have remembered things that went their way--
The dolls with which I grew too wise to play--
Or over-wise--kissed, as children do,
And so dismissed them; yes, even as yoy
Have done with this poor piece of painted clay--
Not wantonly, but wisely, shall we say?
As one who, haply, tunes his heart anew.
Only I wish her eyes may not be blue,
The eyes of a new angel. Ah! she may
Miss something that I found,--perhaps the clue
To those long silences of yours, which grew
Into one word. And should she not be gay,
Poor lady! Well, she too must have her day.
poem by Charlotte Mary Mew
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Things I Miss The Most
I don't mind the quiet
Or the lonely nights
I don't miss the funky attitudes
And I don't miss the fights
I lie on the couch 'til suppertime
And hunker down and read the Post
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most:
The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The Audi TT
The house on the Vineyard
The house on the Gulf Coast
These are the things I miss the most
I kinda like frying up
My sad cuisine
Getting in bed and curling up with a girlie magazine
Sometimes in the corner of my eye
I see that adorable ghost
And then ba-boom I remember the things I miss the most
The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The comfy Eames chair
The good copper pans
The '54 Strat
These are the things I miss the most
I had a little birdy friend
By morning she was gone
Birdie good-bye
Birdie bye bye
I'm learning how to meditate
So far so good
I'm building the Andrea Doria out of balsa wood
The days really don't last forever
But it's getting pretty damn close
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most
The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The Audi TT
The house on the Vineyard
The house on the Gulf Coast
These are the things I miss the most
song performed by by Steely Dan
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Poem of the Totem
Miss Totem of Totem School
Wore V-necks and a pair of shoes
Never did care
If others would stare
She knew that she looked cool
Miss Totem of Totem School
Was different than the others
She had a love for different things and never did drink soda
Miss Totem of Totem School
Had tons and tons of others
Big and little
Small and tall
Lots and lots of brothers
Miss Totem of Totem School
Had a million to a trill
Funky kinds of family members
Some are robots too
Miss Totem of Totem School
Has too many sisters
Some are loud
Most are proud
Huggable, funny, loose
Miss Totem of Totem School
Is a big musician
Give her an instrument and a job
Forreal she'll finish the mission
Miss Totem of Totem School
As tan as can be
Sweet as honey
Fluffy like bunnies
Miss Totem doesn't have a lot of money
I'll talk about her ways all day
She's the type to like to play that way
'Cause Miss Totem of Totem loves high rolling
Like skating and eating buffets
Miss Totem of Totem School has one more thing for you
She wants to say have a nice day
Thanks for listening
Staying awake
And not leaving any drool on her shoes
'Cause she likes to use them when she skates
The Holy Rosary
O let me say a ‘Hail Mary’,
And add a white rose to the crown,
Atop the head of Heav’n’s Queen –
Mary, Mother of Jesus Christ.
O let me say a rosary,
And place a crown of white roses,
Upon the head of Queen Mary –
Mother of God’s son, Jesus Christ.
The perfect array of prayers,
That brings all souls to Salvation,
By freeing them from every sin,
And bestowing God’s redemption.
Our Lady loves the Rosary,
And grants requests, reciting it;
And converts souls to divine love,
By warding off all evils rife.
Most powerful weapon on earth,
That draws God’s mercy and His grace,
And makes a person most devout,
And holy like Christ’s own mother!
The Rosary – gift of Mother
Mary, has every prayer
That’s needed for miracles too,
And heaven’s blessings, one can woo!
Mary, Jesus’ intercessor,
Can get things done, we ask from God;
And spares sinners from fire of hell,
And from Almighty’s just, fair rod!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-27-2008
poem by John Celes
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Mary Jane
Now when I go to work, I work all day,
Always turns out the same.
When I bring home my hard-earned pay
I spend my money all on mary jane.
Mary jane, mary jane, lord, my mary jane.
Oh if a man should look tame now, mean and mature,
They all turn out the same.
cause they cant do nothing to make a man feel good
Like my old mary jane.
Mary jane, mary jane, lord, my mary jane.
Now I walk in the street now lookin for a friend
One that can lend me some change.
And he never questions my reason why,
cause he too loves mary jane.
Mary jane, mary jane, lord, my mary jane.
Well, I have known women that wanted no man,
Some that wanted to stay.
But I never knew what happened in this world
Till I met up with mary jane,
Mary jane, mary jane, lord my mary jane.
Oh, when Im feelin lonesome and Im feelin blue,
Theres only one way to change.
Now I walk down the street now lookin for a man,
One that knows my mary jane,
Mary jane, mary jane, lord my mary jane.
song performed by by Janis Joplin
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Will I
Will I miss the skies?
Will I miss the clouds?
Will I miss the ocean?
Will I miss the bay?
Will I miss the sunrise?
Will I miss the moon?
Will I miss the mountains?
Will I miss the trees?
Will I miss the city lights?
Will I miss the snow?
Will I miss the laughter?
Will I miss the jokes?
Will I miss touch?
Will I miss love?
Will I miss you?
Will i?
Will i?
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Chanson
A RING of gold and a milk-white dove
Are goodly gifts for thee,
And a hempen rope for your own love
To hang upon a tree.
For you a House of Ivory
(Roses are white in the rose-bower)!
A narrow bed for me to lie
(White, O white, is the hemlock flower)!
Myrtle and jessamine for you
(O the red rose is fair to see)!
For me the cypress and the rue
(Fairest of all is rose-mary)!
For you three lovers of your hand
(Green grass where a man lies dead)!
For me three paces on the sand
(Plant lilies at my head)!
poem by Oscar Wilde
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I Miss
I miss
I miss the way you say my name
I miss your smile
I miss the way you make me feel
I miss you
I miss the sparkle in your eyes
I miss the love you had for me
I miss having your shoulder to cry on
I miss your arms around me
I miss the way you make me smile
I miss the way you hug me
I miss the way we always met
I miss everything about you
I miss your warmth
I miss the love raidiating from you
I miss the softness of your lips
I miss you
poem by Kalista Mccart
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Mary to merry
Mary is going to marry', said friend,
May be in days but not in weeks,
'what! I shouted back with anger,
yes, my dear, make no wonder,
Story as such never you carry,
Simple not but still I feel worry,
No word even to feel so sorry,
Why Mary thought? Just to marry,
'Was I not her so close friend? '
She Left no way for me to mend,
I thought hurriedly and put message
Will she buckle and come up with new page?
Friend put a card in the table and ran away,
Wedding card just lay in small tray,
I thought "Was there left no other way? "
Annul the marriage and keep at bay?
Friend just inquired "Will you not come to grace? "
join and enjoy with everybody's embrace,
I was startled and thought "I may miss but not you miss"
offer me nice words with simple grace,
I opened card and just read words
'Mary to marry with bless of lord'
Words were written with ink of Gold
'May I be always with you '
'What a foolish ' I could not guess,
Such a simple thing I made it mess,
What more could I expect than less,
punish me not for being foolish
Words were inscribed with golden ink,
I rejoiced it with no more blink,
I thought no more but went deep to sink
Eyes remained wide open and failed to wink,
I just ran to make a suit,
As I had made long pursuit,
Never had I dreamed of Mary to be mine,
She has decided to marry me is also fine
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Man With Money
She wants a man with lots of money,
not a poor boy,
He buys her things she calls him honey,
she calls me poor boy,
What good could it do,
to give a love pure and true,
when any fool could understand,
she thinks that money makes the man,
She wants a man with lots of money,
not a poor boy,
She wants the things she'll buy with money,
not a poor boy,
a man with money,man with money,man with money,
Just down thwe street,
I know a place
When there asleep,
I'll cover my face,
I'll break the lock,open the door,
I'll slip inside, I'll rob the store,
Then I'll be a man with lots of money,
not a poor boy,
I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey,
not a poor boy,
A man with money, man with money, man with money, man with money
song performed by by Who
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Dinner Thoughts
In the kitchen all the pots and pans
are steaming The roast is in the oven there is
no time for dreaming Fresh vegetables are
cleaned and potatoes peeled Salad is
prepared with onions straight from the field
The table is set with white dishes and
beautiful glass Every place setting is styled
with sophisticated class The wine is chilled
and desserts promise to be sweet Everything
is perfect with lots of excess but discreet
One of the seats is occupied by a man
with long hair His clothing is old and torn and
in dire need of repair The woman on the bench
silently weeps over the food Because she is
happy that she is no subject to extrude
Two little boys with smudges of dirt
on their faces With mom and dad they have
lived in many places The old lady from down
the street offers a grin While I turn on
some music to let the feast begin
Well - that is what could be but instead
I eat alone I am wondering why because
I have room in my home Life could be more
fulfilling if I would take a stand But I
continue to hide when I should extend a hand
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Miss Me Blind
Miss me
I know youll miss me
I know youll miss me blind
Chorus 1:
I know youll miss me
I know youll miss me
I know youll miss me blind
Bet you got a good gun
Bet you know how
To have some fun
And then
You turn it around on me
Because Im better
Than the rest of the men
Chorus 2:
I say youll miss me
And you always do
I say youll miss me
Now would I lie to you
Now theres no need
To demand
Grab my golden hand
Ill teach you
And youll never be sure
If the way that you need
Is too much like greed
Decide if you are rich or youre poor
(chorus 1)
Bet you make the fool run
Bet you know how
To make it last 4 ever
But you know
Im never really sure
If youre just kissing to be clever
(chorus 2)
Because this love
That I have to give
Must be better than thet kind
It can make you rich
It can make you poor
But I know that
Youll miss me blind
(chorus 1)
song performed by by Culture Club
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I miss u
I miss u in the mirror as it does not reflect u in my eyes
I miss u in my arm when I feel I am alone in the shades
I miss u when a girl shys
I miss u when a bird flies
I miss u when rain starts toopur toopur
I miss u when I heard leafs mutter
I miss u seeing a purple saree
I miss u seeing a talking eye
I miss u in a pic standing like a queen
I miss u serving a chat for u and me
I miss u in my arms
I miss u in my nights
I miss u when oggy runs after cockroaches
I miss u when bacardi and bear flashes
I miss u in the late night thinking of the old times
I miss u searching for help on new reciepies
I miss u when I see the phone ringing but its not a call of yours
I miss u when I try to call u but cut it as u r busy in urs
I miss u in facebook
I miss u in every book
poem by Rajnish Jena
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Mary Had A Little Lamb
Mary had a little lamb
One holy morning
'Neath the star of Bethlehem
A brand new day was forming
Guided by the shining light
And the angel's voice
Wise men traveled through the night
To see the baby boy
'Cause Mary had a little lamb
King of kings and son of man
Mary had a little lamb of God
They gathered 'round to see the lamb
In the manger sleeping
Such a humble throne for Him
The promise God was keeping
There the shepards bowed their heads
Among the cattle lowing
The first ever Christmas gift
Was wrapped in swaddling clothes
Mary had a little lamb
King of kings and son of man
Mary had a little lamb of God
For the world a sacrifice
Mary did give birth
The way she held him in her arms
Is how He holds the earth
Mary had a little lamb
King of kings and son of man
Mary had a little lamb of God
Mary had a little lamb
King of kings and son of man
Mary had a little lamb of God
Oh, Mary had a little lamb
King of kings and son of man
Mary had a little lamb of God
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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The Angel Food Dogs
Leaping, leaping, leaping,
down line by line,
growling at the cadavers,
filling the holy jugs with their piss,
falling into windows and mauling the parents,
but soft, kiss-soft,
and sobbing sobbing
into their awful dog dish.
No point? No twist for you
in my white tunnel?
Let me speak plainly,
let me whisper it from the podium-
Mother, may I use your pseudonym?
May I take the dove named Mary
and shove out Anne?
May I take my check book, my holographs,
my eight naked books,
and sign it Mary, Mary, Mary
full of grace?
I know my name is not offensive
but my feet hang in the noose.
I want to be white.
I want to be blue.
I want to be a bee digging into an onion heart,
as you did to me, dug and squatted
long after death and its fang.
Hail Mary, full of me,
Nibbling in the sitting room of my head.
Mary, Mary, virgin forever,
whore forever,
give me your name,
give me your mirror.
Boils fester in my soul,
so give me your name so I may kiss them,
and they will fly off,
nameless
but named,
and they will fly off like angel food dogs
with thee
and with thy spirit.
Let me climb the face of my kitchen dog
and fly off into my terrified years.
poem by Anne Sexton
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