Often I'd search out the blue
Often I'd search out the blue of forget-me-not
Back of some tall-hoary; May hawthorn, shabby hedge
Or right down to the waters marigold ledge
I'd dream of orchids the hybrid bergamot.
I'd look for these lost gems to find—there!
Which; grew the better where they were without care.
Entangled fighters at their wondrous best;
For them who had survived the cruellest test.
They; once fly-tip plants I would dig to cherish
But death my dear sits amongst the strongest flowers
Even to them the rubbish, heaps nourish.
Even to them that triumphed to flourish
Nodding to the lord who gave equal powers
Who bore the hardest test cast out his parish?
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Traffic Jam: The Trap Of Traffic Light
It's not only test your luck, but also test your patience
It's not only test your guts, but also test your instinct
It's not only test your sanity, but also test your obedience to law
It's not only test your ethics, but also test your fidelity
It's not only test your sight, but also test your reflex
It's not only test your estimation of time, but also test your street knowledge
It's not only test your ego, but also test your kindness
It's not only test your control, but also test your awareness
It's not only test your attitude, but also test your responsibility
It's not only test your priority, but also test your humanity
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Bertha
I had a hard run, runnin from your window.
I was all night running, running, lord I wonder if you care,
I had a run in, run around, and run down.
Run around the corner, corner, lord run smack in to a tree.
I had to move, really had to move,
Thats why if you please, I am on my bendin knees,
Bertha dont you come around here anymore.
Dressed myself in green, I went down unto the sea.
Try to see whats goin down, try to read between the lines.
I had a feelin I was fallin, fallin, fallin,
I turned around to see,
Heard a voice al callin, lord you was comin after me.
I had to move, really had to move,
Thats why if you please, I am on my bendin knees,
Bertha dont you come around here anymore.
Ran into a rainstorm, I ducked back into novato.
Its all night pourin, pourin, pourin,
Lord but not a drop on me.
Test me, test me,
Test me, test me, test me,
Why dont you arrest me?
Throw me in to the jailhouse,
Lord until the sun goes down, till it goes down.
I had to move, really had to move,
Thats why if you please, I am on my bendin knees,
Bertha dont you come around here anymore.
I had to move, really had to move,
Thats why if you please, I am on my bendin knees,
Bertha dont you come around here anymore.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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The Marigolds
The Spring is in her prime now and the lovely marigold
Are blooming in the blackwood shade so lovely to behold
On a warm day in October close to thirty degrees
With the sun glowing in the blue sky and warmth in the breeze
In the breeze the marigold are nodding in their beautiful golden flowers
They came to bloom in the early Spring in the cool September showers
A gift from Mother Nature for to look at and enjoy
I have loved Nature's beauty ever since i was a boy
Such marvellous things of beauty that Nature does create
Though most of Nature's wonders have their own use by date
A sunny day in October warm for the time of year
And the songbirds in the parkland sound melodious and clear
And partly lit by the sunshine in the shade of the blackwood trees
The beautiful golden marigold are nodding in the breeze.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Like a Dream
Like a dream you came into my life,
and like a dream I shall treat you,
in the forest of the second hand emotion,
I lost the battle to you,
but never could I put you aside,
even when you couldn't care when I cried,
you never showed up when I tried,
to break the world wherein you reside.
like a dream you loved me,
and like a dream I shall love you,
in the traffic of silver cars and golden planes,
I gave up my search for you,
gave up my dream for you,
a non entity,
a non dreamer I called you,
thought we would one day meet,
in lovers' street,
by the lanes of a dream,
along the pool of romance,
thought we would dance,
our last dance.
like a dream you saw me,
and like a dream I shall see you,
but don't you call me back,
to swim in your river of madness,
or jump in the joy of your sadness,
love me or hate me,
respect or insult me,
it won't affect me,
for like a dream you have forgotten me,
and like a dream I must forget you.
poem by Rinki Nandy
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What we can do for another is the test of powers; what we can suffer is the test of love.
quote by Brooke Foss Westcott
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Marigold Sky
If you had a dream did it happen
If you stop and think for a little while
Try to make up faces that once were real
Even though it seemed like a lifetime
Wasnt really more than a short ride
But it left me memories
That time cant steal
Chorus:
Oh my...marigold sky
Gold leaf reflections on the ocean
Yeah I was lost in the light
Like sand in a shell
She holds me
We were tryin to be so enlightened
Movin on from father, son and holy ghost
Trippin on the passion, hooked on love
Was I ever yours were you ever mine
Did we ever loose
What we tried to find
Wasnt all that passion a dream enough
Chorus:
Oh my...marigold sky
Gold sea reflections on the ocean
Yeah, I was lost in your light
That time was so right
I realize, realize
When a love is lost! its all so real
Broken heart needs oh so long to heal (oh no)
Though the magic happened some time ago
I know its alive
Ltll never grow cold
Marigold
Marigold sky
If you had a dream did it happen
If you stop and think for a little while
Can you bring back times that were once so real
Chorus: (repeat)
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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The Test
as sure as the sun rises in the east-and sets in the west
my love for you is just a test.
a test to see if my heart is true
a test to see if i deserve you.
a test to see if my love will rise to the occassion.
and feel the sensation.
the sensation of being with you-is all i want to do.
for true love is hard to find.
it is classified as 'devine.'
poem by Louis Rams
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Voices Of The Night : The Reaper And The Flowers
There is a Reaper whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
'Shall I have nought that is fair?' saith he;
'Have nought but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
I will give them all back again.'
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
He kissed their drooping leaves;
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.
'My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,'
The Reaper said, and smiled;
'Dear tokens of the earth are they,
Where he was once a child.
'They shall all bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear.'
And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love;
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.
O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
'Twas an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The Reaper And The Flowers
There is a Reaper whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
``Shall I have nought that is fair?'' saith he;
``Have nought but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
I will give them all back again.''
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
He kissed their drooping leaves;
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.
``My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,''
The Reaper said, and smiled;
``Dear tokens of the earth are they,
Where he was once a child.
``They shall all bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear.''
And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love;
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.
O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
'Twas an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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In The Solitude Of Prayer
In the solitude of prayer
deep
Lost in moments in between weep
and sleep
In the solitude of prayer
Lonliness finds a rest
Survived another test
Brings out our best
In the solitude of prayer
With nobody there
Except those far away
Reminded of their distant care
In the solitude of prayer
You pray for their smile
For their personal trial
Silently, all the while
In the solitude of prayer
Dreams seem more near
More hope than fear
Thoughts of those past those dear
In the solitude of prayer
Pray for their souls kind
Whose memory is still in your mind
And in your heart
In the solitude of prayer
Pray for your dear friends
Whose heart's you defend
As your own heart they mend
In the solitude of prayer
As for God's wisdom
And his love
As all love comes from above
In the solitude of prayer
Find grace to forgive
And to truely give
And to live
In the solitude of prayer
Recall how to dream
Of warm embraces of affection
And of love returned in your direction
In the solitude of prayer
Pray with conviction
Pray for the impossible
Without fear or restriction
poem by James T. Adair
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Children's rhyme
If you think she cast a hex,
Then administer a test,
Tie her fingers to her toes,
And find out whether she floats,
If she doesn't let her go,
If does then to the gallows,
But don't forget to stake her heart,
Lest her spirit can embark.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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I fought tall fighters, short fighters, strong fighters, slow fighters, sluggers and boxers. It was either learn or get knocked off.
quote by Sugar Ray Leonard
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Mrs. Bass's 8th Grade Language Arts Class
Welcome,8th grade, to this class,
I teach Language Arts because I'm Mrs. Bass.
Pick a desk and have a seat,
Write your assignments in your planner nice and neat.
Open your notebooks and pull ot a sheet of paper,
Today we will do the opening together.
Now read your book for 20 minutes or so,
take notes on what you know.
Now it's time for a test,
try your hardest and do your best.
No talking during this test you hear,
Because Mrs. Bass is watching near.
Test is over time has past,
Now heres the thing we do last.
For homework tonight in your book,
Do page 72 'a closer look'.
Write a summary on what you learned,
And write 5 questions for extra credit that can be earned.
Now pack your things and dont forget to do your homework tonight,
Now adios first wave GOODBYE! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Christy Tanksley
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Setup To Fail
When you come to test someone,
You believe is unprepared?
AND with a confidence,
You will be the one to pass...
YOUR 'test',
Easily!
To then leave and be on your way?
Be sure your activities,
Have not been scrutinized...
Prior to administering 'your' test.
What appears to be simple...
May keep your brain twisted,
For the rest of your life.
Riddled with doubts you question.
When you come to test someone,
You believe is unprepared?
AND with a confidence,
You will be the one to pass...
YOUR 'test',
Easily?
Remember this...
You just may be the one,
Being setup to fail.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On The Ledge Under The Sky
You sit up high,
On a ledge under the sky,
Where wings don’t fly,
And humans don’t cry,
Up high on this ledge under the sky,
But why or why,
Do you want to fly?
When you can sit up on the sky,
And hear a voice that doesn’t die,
Or see a drifting tie,
On this ledge in the sky,
And smell a pie,
From miles and miles away a sty,
Under the sky,
Where no one can lie,
‘Cause we see everything from up high,
On this ledge under the sky,
Where you can wonder from your mind’s eye,
And your leg and thigh,
Dangle down from this ledge upon the sky,
Where one never does sigh,
Or look upon the rye,
On this ledge below the sky,
You can be a spy,
You can pry and pry,
And never will people see the tears you cry,
Up upon this ledge in the sky,
Never will you fly,
Or dream why or why,
For you’re already on the ledge under the sky.
Cherish God's Child
If you could but cherish God's child,
Revered Saviour within...
You'd see beyond this world so wild,
Perhaps lost souls to win...
If you could but give extra time,
A golden hour or two...
Perhaps you'd find God's truth sublime,
Give credit where it's due...
If you could but open His door,
God's opportunity...
You'd search God's Word, discover more
And gain God's clemency...
If you could but study and learn,
Absorb faith like a sponge,
What wondrous wisdom you'd discern...
Should you but take the plunge...
If you could but stretch out your hands -
Like Christ upon His cross,
Be humble to the Lord's commands,
You'd count your dreams as dross.
If you could but cherish God's child,
'Our Father who art in Heaven'
Would cleanse you till you're undefiled,
In Christ's Name... loved, forgiven...
poem by Denis Martindale
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The Vow
The test of the vow comes,
In the latter, not the former.
For better, richer and in health are all easy.
For worse, for poorer and in sickness,
Is the true test.
Love, honor & cherish?
Myself, or the one?
To whom was the vow made?
To the one in front of God,
Or to God in front of the one?
Love will never be complete,
If we do not finish what we started.
We fall in and out of love.
Love, as a feeling.
Does the one pick you up when you fall?
To carry you through,
As was promised in the first place.
Like innocence and guilt,
Love must also be proven true.
Not by words, decision or mind.
All can be changed.
But by spirit, patience and conviction.
All enduring to the end.
The end of ourselves in the spiritual.
What we choose to live by.
What we choose to uphold.
Was really the promise we made at the start.
It is really the test of another.
That proves the test of our love,
To the one that created it.
Which is what proves us to be true.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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My Saints...now My Demons.
Saints turned to demons
Purity stained with grit
A heart yelling for deliverance
Muffled by a mind calling for vengeance
Knowledge was silenced by blind rage.
World turned up side down
Faith clung to for hearts grown weak
Minds cracked under pressure
Faith was all they had left in the
Revolting days and flighty nights.
Hung and crushed
By their faith in others
And saved by their faith in
Night’s lonesome powers
Delivered to their heavenly home
By their faith.
Hope was known
To be no good on this test
This was life or death.
This test turned my saints to demons
And demons into saints
The test
The test was vengeance, integrity,
And though there could have been reason
Was based out of lunacy.
Saints left this world
bludgeoned and blood,
Demons left pure and with a halo.
poem by Chantel Weston
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Blue Black
Eat your words, eat your heart out
Eat your words, eat your heart out.
Theres not much left, just my red dress
Just this feeling that I got
You made me a victim in your christmas kitchen
Its my memory its your loss.
Blue black, maybe you got something
But the flowers grew back.
And was it familiar when you touched my sister
God, I dont think theres a word for that.
Blue black, maybe you got something
But the flowers grew black.
I gave it away, whore for a day
Its so ugly, Im still breathing
But you never got my virgin heart
It stayed locked up, its still beating.
Blue black, maybe you got something
But the flowers grew black
Eat your words, eat your hat
Eat your words, eat your heart out.
I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme
You never had a clue, you cant take it with you
I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme
You never had a clue, you cant take it with you.
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Lord Use Me
Lord I am ready
To make You pleased
I am so ready
To give You Your glory
Test me You will see
Lord use me
I believe
You used Moses to
Part the Red sea
Lord use me
I believe
That You gave Samsom
The strength
To take down a building
Lord use me
I believe
You made David king
For that he did sing
Lord use me
I believe Jesus
Is our Lord and Saviour
Those who believe
Are highly favoured
And as sure as I am
About all of these
Bible teachings
Lord I am ready
For you to use me! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Tameeka Smith
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