Private Mirrors
I may be an artist with brush of skill
I may be a musician rare of thrill
Possessed of voice sweeter than my pen
I may sculpt in clay now and again
I may be starving for all you can know
I may be bleeding for what I would show
I may be weak or weary beyond your ken
Or I might be quite blissful now and then
You may be all of these things and much more
You may be my equal on every score
You may own many such fine qualities
As those I hold, or quite diverse from these
Yet intent upon private mirrors
But a sole reflection can there be
I do not know you
And you don’t know me
poem by Mary Havran
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The Artist
He stands at no easel, he mixes no paint,
He colours no canvas to gladden the eye,
Yet the picture he makes will not fade or grow faint
Till our love of the chase shall desert us and die.
He's an artist of parts
Who appeals to the hearts
That can thrill to good hunting and hounds in full cry.
By his seat in the saddle, his touch on the reins,
His skill and his mastery, who can gainsay
That here is an artist in all that pertains
To the horse and his handling - a real R.A. ?
An artist 'twould irk
Not to cut out the work
When the hats are crammed down and a fox is away.
You will find him no centre of salon or crush,
No letters attached to his name may he sign,
But there's no one so eager to handle the Brush
And there's none so consistently found on the Line.
If an artist you ask,
Here's the man for the task,
Making pictures where keenness and courage combine.
poem by William Henry Ogilvie
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The Artist
The Artist and his Luckless Wife
They lead a horrid haunted life,
Surrounded by the things he's made
That are not wanted by the trade.
The world is very fair to see;
The Artist will not let it be;
He fiddles with the works of God,
And makes them look uncommon odd.
The Artist is an awful man,
He does not do the things he can;
He does the things he cannot do,
And we attend the private view.
The Artist uses honest paint
To represent things as they ain't,
He then asks money for the time
It took to perpetrate the crime.
poem by Sir Walter Raleigh
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXIX: In Their Eyes
You don't intent to be modest
You don't mean to say those white lies
You just don't want to be judged bad in their eyes
You don't intent to be friendly
You don't mean to chat a long
You just don't want to look ugly in their eyes
You don't intent to be strong
You don't mean to show power
You just don't want to lose control in their eyes
You don't intent to be brave
You don't mean to take the role of hero
You just don't want to appear weak in their eyes
You don't intent to be obedient
You don't mean to do all the orders
You just don't want to be considered a threat in their eyes
You don't intent to be professional
You don't mean to follow the rules
You just don't want to be seen indifferent in their eyes
You don't intent to be kind
You don't mean to give a help
You just don't want to raise suspiciousness in their eyes
You don't intent to be generous
You don't mean to be involved in any relation
You just don't want to be outsider in their eyes
You don't intent to be honest
You don't mean to tell the truth
You just don't want to be the one who should be responsible in their eyes
You don't intent to be forgiving
You don't mean to forget every mistake
You just don't want to be called cruel in their eyes
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A Brush With Genius
Before the brush was in his hand,
The artist said a prayer!
For all his friends across the land
With whom he planned to share...
Lions, tigers and bears, oh, my!
The artist sketched them all,
So expertly, for by and by,
Each one would grace his wall...
Each canvas like a photograph,
A treasure to behold,
As if that wasn't quite enough,
Each one was framed in gold...
Each masterpiece was well received
And prints were sold worldwide,
As tributes to what he'd achieved,
Of which he should take pride...
And yet here was a humble man,
Self-taught and yet what skill,
Yet when we do the best we can,
There's bound to be a thrill...
Release your hidden genius
And God will bless you, too!
Like Stephen Gayford can bless us
With paintings old and new...
Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent paintings by
artist Stephen Gayford of gayfordgallery-dot-com
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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Little Girl So Fine
After the music had stopped
I still heard it playing
I moved a little closer to hear
The words she was saying
She said Ill never break your heart
Ill never try to fake it
My love is here for you
All you have to do is take it
Kisses sweeter than wine
My little girl so fine
The night seemed to say it was right
But could I believe her
My heart said, its time to go
But my eyes wouldnt leave her
Theres always somebody trying to break your heart
Somebody trying to take it
My little girl tried so hard
To help me make it
Kisses sweeter than wine
My little girl so fine
Oh, oh, oh, oh, sha la la
Oh, oh, sha la la
So fine
Oh, oh, oh, oh, sha la la
Oh, oh, sha la la
So fine
When we danced
I forgot everything and whispered
Hold me tight
Take a chance
On what tomorrow brings
Wont you be mine, be mine
Be mine tonight
We walked away laughing together
Into the night for ever and ever and ever
Now I know
Ill never break me babys heart
Ill never try to fake it
Ill give her all my love
All she has to do is take it
Kisses sweeter than wine
My little girl so fine
Kisses sweeter than wine
My little girl so fine
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Kisses sweeter than wine
My little girl so fine
Oh, oh, oh, oh, sha la la
Oh, oh, sha la la
So fine
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Romeo Is Bleeding
You made me love you
Too blind to see, yeah
Tomorrow comes
Casanova might bleed
Having so much,
How could I be so far wrong
Lve always known pain is part of pleasure
For someone else
Hoping it would never cloud my soul
Taking me so long to fall, oh no
Chorus:
Romeo is bleeding
Cant hold out forever
Romeo is bleeding
Hurting for himself
Romeo is bleeding
No pulling it together
Romeo is bleeding
Why you die for love?
You cant imagine what you dont know
So here I am,
Howd I get so much in love
Led by my heart
And addicted to the thrill - oh
You come around say
You lost your love light
Lm breaking down,
Paying for my past life
Found out by all the pain that I feel
Chorus:
Romeo is bleeding
Cant hold out forever
Romeo is bleeding
Hurting for himself
Romeo is bleeding
No pulling it together
Romeo is bleeding
Why you die for love?
I wont die
But I better find a way to be healed
Chorus: (repeat)
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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A Preface
To all to whom this little book may come--
Health for yourselves and those you hold most dear!
Content abroad, and happiness at home,
And--one grand Secret in your private ear: --
Nations have passed away and left no traces,
And History gives the naked cause of it--
One single, simple reason in all cases;
They fell because their peoples were not fit.
Now, though your Body be mis-shapen, blind,
Lame, feverish, lacking substance, power or skill,
Certain it is that men can school the Mind
To school the sickliest Body, to her will--
As many have done, whose glory blazes still
Like mighty flames in meanest lanterns lit:
Wherefore, we pray the crippled, weak and ill--
Be fit--be fit! In mind at first be fit!
And, though your Spirit seem uncouth or small,
Stubborn as clay or shifting as the sand,
Strengthen the Body, and the Body shall
Strengthen the Spirit till she take command;
As a bold rider brings his horse in hand
At the tall fence, with voice and heel and bit,
And leaps while all the field are at a stand.
Be fit--be fit! In body next be fit!
Nothing on earth--no Arts, no Gifts, no Graces--
No Fame, no Wealth--outweighs the wont of it.
This is the Law which every law embraces--
Be fit--be fit! In mind and body be fit!
The even heart that seldom slurs its beat--
The cool head weighing what that heart desires--
The measuring eye that guides the hands and feet--
The Soul unbroken when the Body tires--
These are the things our weary world requires
Far more than superfluities of wit;
Wherefore we pray you, sons of generous sires,
Be fit--be fit! For Honour's sake be fit.
There is one lesson at all Times and Places--
One changeless Truth on all things changing writ,
For boys and girls, men, women, nations, races--
Be fit -- be fit! And once again, be fit!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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If he's a true symphony artist, he knows better than that because he knows that the only truly creative musician is the jazz musician.
quote by Buddy Rich
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Stone
The days have passed, nights are gone,
I'm still in love with a stone,
The seasons changed, the clay too came,
I still hold it with no moan,
The clay comes to me in so many shapes,
Wants me to hold it, whatever it may take,
But clay can hurt me, clay may fake,
Even if it's clay, I have a heart it can break,
The season may change,
The clay may go,
Slowing my heart beat,
All time low,
Stone is hard,
Stone is black,
Stone is emotionless,
Doesn't stab at back,
The clay, the stone, both make me die,
But if a stone does, even the clay may cry...
and I'll never ask why...
It's better to live with a stone,
not clay,
Clay is soft, but it hurts,
which is not the stone's way.....
poem by Apurva Jain
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Let It Rip, Let It Fly
Barselona
Where the winds all blew
The churches don't have windows
But the graveyards do
Me & my shadow are fighting again
Look out stranger!
There's a dark cloud moving in
But if you could hear the voice in my heart
It would tell you
I'm afraid that i'm alone
Hold me, release me
Show me the meaning of mercy
Let it rip
Let it fly.......
Super paranoid
I'm leaning, i'm blending
I'm bleeding into the scenery
Why is it that loving someone else is easier?
I hold myself hostage in the mirror
But if you could hear the voice in my heart
It would tell you
I think i'm too far from home
Hold me, release me
Show me the meaning of mercy
Let it rip
Let it fly......
I won't be held back
I won't be held down
I won't quit listening, no matter what they say
It's just this last stamp between me & my shadow
But we are at union and all the way
Going all the way
Take a leap of faith
The red light haunts me
But no more!
I won't go down that avenue
But if you could hear the voice in my heart
It would tell you
I'm tired of secrets
I'm tired of feeling this way
Won't you please hold me
Release me
Show me the meaning of mercy
Let it rip
Let it fly......
song performed by by Jewel
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Angels With Dirty Faces
I need this to get me through
can't resist and don't want to
believe it I know it's true
I can't beat and don't want to try
perfect hell
it's more to me than you ever will know
down here where the rest of us fell
waste away with nothing left to show
while I'm in this perfect hell
obsession has begun
possessed by destruction
how did I get so low
believe me no one knows
sometimes I can't hold on
and no one can help me
now it's got a hold of me
I don't think I can make it through this
now it's got a hold of me
the less I do the more it makes no sense
I'm walking pollution who's drained by delusions
on the verge of destruction I cave in to abduction
thin blood I'm bleeding my pulse won't stop racing
just as my heart explodes
no chance that I could win
too hard to not give in
I just don't feel the same
cause I'm the one to blame
sometimes I can't hold on
and no one can help me
now it's got a hold of me
I don't think I can make it through this
now it's got a hold of me
the less I do the more it makes no sense
I need this to be myself
it feels like I need some help
it's too late to save myself
or it's just in my head
now it's got a hold of me
I don't think I can make it through this
now it's got a hold of me
the less I do the more it makes no sense
now it's got a hold of me
I don't think I can make it through this
now it's got a hold of me
the less I do the more it makes no sense
song performed by by Sum 41
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It is rare that even a jazz musician finds an individual voice.
quote by David Baker
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My intention when I came into this industry was to be a musician, not necessarily a recording artist, just a musician in general. And that's the reason I went to college and got my degree, which has been great for me. It's helped me a lot with my career.
quote by Jon Secada
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Private Life
This is my private life
I have no friends to fear
Ive got no problems no cross to bear
If you can find me
Come and get me out of here
Chorus
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life . . .
These are my private things
There they are against the wall
The dirty pictures, religious objects
These are my private things
Come and get them out of here
This is my private bed
This is where I lie at night
Staring at a light bulb hanging on the ceiling
Waiting for a dream to
Come and get me out of here
Bridge
Here in my humble room at night
I often wonder what goes on out there
What makes them runs o scared
I often stare at the people passing by
But they cant see me thru my window shades
Just like Im not even there
Chorus
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life
Theres something dangerous I like
This is my private life
I know my problems arent your fault
What I really want to know
Has it always been this way
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life
Come and get me out of here
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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The Vessel That I am!
I am a weak vessel.
Strengthen me, O Lord!
Help me fill up to the brim
With virtues of all sorts.
I am a small vessel.
Make me hold more, O Lord!
Take away my porosity;
Let things remain intact.
I am a clay vessel.
Polish my sides, O Lord!
Let me stand most splendidly,
Glorifying my God.
I am a mere vessel,
Distorted somewhat, O Lord!
Place me on a rocky base,
To show the world my class!
The vessel whatever that I am
Will serve Thee only, Lord.
Fill me up with thy grace, O God
To prove that I’m fine clod!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-1-2009
poem by John Celes
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Teacher: Greater than God
I love my teacher
He is loving like father
And caring like mother
He try to reveal in us the best
Of our qualities
Make us face world's realities
He is greater than the greatest
Man in the world
He can turn base metal
Into silver and gold
He is next to God
God is Creator
He is Moulder
God created clay
Teachers moulded it into idol
Beautiful with many diverse qualities
God gave life, you say
Then it is teacher
Who put a soul
In this living body
Believe it everybody
He is teacher
Who instills in us moral
Good manners and character
In us, to conquer future
He prepared us with feature
Needed for good living
Living for others
Living like brothers
poem by Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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Let Death Come
We all must leave; we all must go;
Some day, some way and leave this shore;
The mighty and the weak must bow
To death that comes to every door!
Death won’t give time any to think
Or time to cleanse our earthly stink;
God-willing ones escape its brink,
Before it can forever link.
When death calls you by its cold voice,
How many can truly rejoice?
It takes you without any noise
And gives no one, the final choice.
Death lurks atop all earthly heads,
Whether new-born or old in beds;
And comes to plants and beasts’ bed-steads,
And spares no one across the meads.
All earthly things must die some day,
Ensouled man too- that’s what we say;
In any age, we all die, Aye!
On land, water or air, someway.
But we must be ready by then,
And lead lives better with our ken;
Yes, fill your souls with good deeds, men,
And reach your goal that is heaven.
All things of clay to clay must go,
When death will end our earthly show;
And that’s the way to God’s rainbow,
And when, that day comes, you ne’er know!
poem by John Celes
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Let Me In
Let me in, inside of you
With my love let it soothe
Taking you up, and lying you down
Riding with you all around.
Let me in, inside of you
The voice I heard it speak
I'll tell you things, you never known
And places you've always wished.
I'll tell you things no one knows
Places only I have seen
I'll show you how true loves grows
And what makes all man weak.
Then I'll tell you why women cry
For the love, they'll soon deny
Then I'll show you love inside of us
That's always been out of sight.
Let me in - inside of you
I'll show you many things
I'll show you champions, I'll show you kings
While I'm inside your dreams,
I'll be with you every night
Answers to you I will give
I will show you love, then I'll show you hate
I'll show you love so true
Then I'll tell you why, lovers cry
If you let me; inside of you..
poem by Randy McClave
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Just The Way Yo Are
Im in love because I know you
And Im sorry I dont show you
And if I find that you aint by me
Im afraid no one will know the things you see
How could you believe in someone sorry sad like me
I know the deal and I thank you anyways
And if you leave you know Im crawlin at your feet
You never get weak when Im leaning hard on you
And I guess thats just the way you are
And I guess thats just the way you are
And I guess thats just the way you are
And I guess thats just the way you are
And all the things that you dont show me
Like when you pretend that you dont know me
I wasted a dime and I cant call you
Ill spend a lifetime if I fall for you
How could you believe in someone sorry sad like me
I know the deal and I thank you anyways
And if you leave you know Im crawlin at your feet
You never get weak when Im leaning hard on you
And I guess thats just the way you are
And I guess thats just the way you are
And I guess thats just the way you are
And I guess thats just the way you are
Hold me up
Hold me up
Hold me up
Hold me up
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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An Artist
An artist paints with brush so old
Makes his painting worth gold
He paints the nature's gifted gifts
The flowing rivers in the midst
Of all he paints is a pretty face
A girl dressed all in lace
Portraying her beauty he is lost in time
The beauty she possessed is hard to find
Was it her beauty he tried to captivate?
But what a pity time doesn't wait
For she has gone so far away
Leaving her image with the artist to stay
Who paints her all through day and night?
Seeking pleasure deep inside
poem by Meena Mustafa
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