0007 I thought of her
and suddenly this morning, I thought of her;
not in the Christmas way -
thinking of you at this time,
we must meet, sometime in the New Year…
but with the sense of loss
and the sense of gratitude
so strongly present together
that there’s no point
in balancing the two; they live in
two different worlds;
remembering how I would phone you
who had time for everybody
and never looked at the clock or watch
as we talked about ourself until time itself were weary..
(then came the pointed, quiet alignment...)
knowing what a treat it was going to be
but I’d have to be on my mettle..
and when welcomed, and the tea made,
it was as if you rejoined a conversation
about things that really matter
which you and she – well, OK, she –
had been talking about,
gently, seriously, all her life; and yet as if
she had never formulated a thought about it before,
until you brought it up;
and together, you and she
would hear the sound of wisdom
as if it were newborn that day, in that tidy room.
Loss; and gratitude.
A single lady of advancing years,
serious eyes, with a sparkle waiting there,
a smile ready at the corners of her mouth
as if it waited on the prompt of love
in some high golden play.
I’m told she had more annual Valentine cards
than anyone would have known.
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Loss, Strain & Butterflies
he got bad when she got mad
He lowered it one more time and she got even
No one heard a single word
But as the clock ticked from next door i could hear her breathing
I said "good morning mr. sun, now i would like you to meet my friend mr. bomb
(he has a house made out of butterflies)"
Well i can't sleep sometimes but i've been told
It's a lonely condition called growing old.
Let me stumble sometimes...
I'm looking for someone to cling to, yeah...
So what you think about that?
This time, well it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies,
And then it comes right down to me.
Hello, have you been alright?
Did you find a piece of something
Wrapped around the light side of your life
To make you feel better?
Did you get out with your sanity?
Did you save a little something for the people in need?
Did you know with the rain in your pockets, you can change the weather?
I'm looking for something to cling to, yeah
Girl, what you think about that?
Well this time, yeah it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies
Then it comes right down to me.
Well this time, this time, yeah it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies.
Hey yeah yeah, come on down to me...
Is this just the total for the wages of our sins?
Have you made yourself a victim in a game that you can't win?
And are we caving in?
Does it all begin with loss and strain and butterflies?
Does it come right down to me, anymore?
Yeah this time, maybe, does it all come down
To loss and strain and butterflies?
Hey yeah yeah, well...
Come on down to me.
song performed by by Matchbox 20
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Loss, Strain Butterflies
He got bad when she got mad
He lowered it one more time and she got even
No one heard a single word
But as the clock ticked from next door I could hear her breathing
I said good morning mr. sun, now I would like you to meet my friend mr. bomb
(he has a house made out of butterflies)
Well I cant sleep sometimes but Ive been told
Its a lonely condition called growing old.
Let me stumble sometimes...
Im looking for someone to cling to, yeah...
So what you think about that?
This time, well it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies,
And then it comes right down to me.
Hello, have you been alright?
Did you find a piece of something
Wrapped around the light side of your life
To make you feel better?
Did you get out with your sanity?
Did you save a little something for the people in need?
Did you know with the rain in your pockets, you can change the weather?
Im looking for something to cling to, yeah
Girl, what you think about that?
Well this time, yeah it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies
Then it comes right down to me.
Well this time, this time, yeah it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies.
Hey yeah yeah, come on down to me...
Is this just the total for the wages of our sins?
Have you made yourself a victim in a game that you cant win?
And are we caving in?
Does it all begin with loss and strain and butterflies?
Does it come right down to me, anymore?
Yeah this time, maybe, does it all come down
To loss and strain and butterflies?
Hey yeah yeah, well...
Come on down to me.
song performed by by Matchbox 20
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Making Plans
Monday morning - Nine O'clock - coffee going cold
Just sitting here thinking about our plans for growing old
We dreamed that we would travel more to places never seen
We’d take long walks along the beach and watch the waves roll in
We'd stroll back to our little home flower garden - picket fence
Then my thoughts return to now and nothing's making sense
All those years of making plans and waiting for the day
When we would start enjoying life - it all just slips away
Last weekend we had dinner out – did chores 'cause we were off
Sunday morning I went to church - you played a round of golf
I'm trying to remember now - what was it that we said -
Memories and so much more are spinning in my head
You said, 'Honey, what time is dinner', and, 'Don't worry if I'm late -
Oh, and just-in-case I meet a friend, Could you set an extra plate? '
You put your arms around me and looked into my eyes
We never ever - ever dreamed that’d be our last goodbye
All those years of making plans and waiting for the day
When we'd spend time together - it all just slips away
The table was set for three, the cooking was all done
There was nothing left to do but watch the setting sun
Just moments after darkness fell – someone at the door
A man in blue was telling me you won't be home anymore
All those years of making plans and waiting for the day
When we would start enjoying life - it all just slips away
All those years of making plans and waiting for the day
When we'd spend time together - it all just slips away
-Monday evening - Nine O'clock - Got through my first day
And just like all those plans we made - time just slipped away
song lyrics - 2004
poem by Marquita Lawson
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0004 Love and law; law and love
Law of love? Sounds good… so, tell me more…
Love of law? mmm…maybe…not so sure…
You can disregard the ancients –
label them Not Applicable – bin that bulky file…
or try to make some sense; and they insist
that love and law are so close intertwined
that together, they may tell
more than each other taken individually.
What might this mean? Where can we start?
Those ancients say that all this universe,
all this creation, is one single act of love;
love brings it forth, sustains it, nourishes it,
and so ultimately, it merges into love;
and by the laws of love,
which hold all forms by law,
our natural state is naught but love;
and knowing this, knows no injustice in ourself;
knows all as equal; knows no pressures nor compulsions;
knows no darkness; and no partiality or preferentiality;
and partaking of this universal love,
we’re therefore just, and light of heart,
and ready of response..
and so, this love, which knows ourself as love,
(for every creature's nature is pure love)
may love the laws which make our nature thus;
love the laws of love, and live as love;
so out of love, comes law;
and out of law, comes love.
only in this fleeting moment of the present
is our life lived;
and only if, in this continuous now,
love and law are present in each action,
may we make our golden future;
live a golden life, where law has made us free.
this, the ancients say; the proof is ours to live.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Bed Time
Here I am struggling to say I love you
A hundred times more in the short time
I have left before I know I have to go to bed
Fighting to stay awake in the mean time
My body is slowing down and
Telling me it’s time to rest
But I cant stop talking to you
My love
Never wanting to go
Never thinking that
I’ve spent enough time with you
The time is here
We say are final good-bye and
I love you’s
With one click of the phone
Your voice no longer rings in my ears
But I dream of your smile,
I look at the phone for a few more seconds
And almost call back and tell you
How much I love you
(Witch would be pointless cause
I don’t know words to express something as strong as that)
And that I never want to stop talking to you
I walk down stairs slowly because I’m so tired
I can barley stay awake
I hang up the phone
Then look at it one more time
Then with what’s left of my energy
I go up stairs to my room
The room we should be sharing together
But we are not,
So I climb into my comfortable bed
Lay my weary head upon the soft pillow
My last thought is
Gosh I wish he was here beside me
When it becomes
Our bed time
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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0357 On not thinking about people you thought you loved
I’d been reading some poems with
– for the first time in my life that I remember –
‘a lump in my throat’; and a pricking in my eyes,
and a sense of the awesome power of that poet
and of poetry itself; and self-criticism
mixed up with envy, wishing I had
that sort of poetic power myself;
and it seemed to call for some sort of
formal acknowledgement of this,
some ritual of gratitude – not necessarily
the darkened room, the candle swaying gently,
the kneeling – but something inner that
was beyond selfishness, some worthy
sacrifice, surrender.
Perhaps, I thought, the thought
of that would have to suffice.
Then quite out of the blue – or so it seemed, but maybe not –
came this painful thought:
that never for a single moment – a single moment! –
in my life, had I ever given thought
to what my mother was like, living her life
before I was born
and I was overcome, stunned, appalled,
at the hugeness of my selfishness,
the smallness of my self-centred world
that I, who pride myself on my imagination,
lacked the imagination even to think of those I love and loved
as existing without me in the picture…
of course, there are photographs –
studio portraits, snaps,
solemn-faced groups with hockey sticks;
the pride of motherhood;
and yet I’d looked at all those without
really thinking of her being her;
but, where to start? The young girl
as her life slowly formed around her?
the teenage dreams; the hopes of marriage;
of giving a loving husband
the greatest living present she could give, and then
the two miscarriages before I arrived
to strut about my centre-stage?
It didn’t work.
and so I’m left with the stark, bare fact
to ponder at my leisure:
I never for a moment thought
of my mother existing as herself
without my being there.
And I thought I loved her, totally. So much
for love’s imagination.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Secret Society Of The Suddenly Quiet...
This Christmas, as ever at this time of year,
there’s a worldwide brotherhood and sisterhood
whose numbers I cannot count
and would not wish to know;
who seldom know each other;
and perhaps, that’s just as well..
who, in their dressing-gowns on Christmas morn,
amid bright wrappings hasty torn,
and exclamations…
fall suddenly quiet,
are far, somewhere else for several moments;
return, and look silently in thought, deeply,
at partner, children; their eyes
now a little more shining than they were..
or who, at a lively dinner-party,
fall quiet for a minute,
look around the table, thoughtfully; or
squeeze a hand, secretly; then
return as if they’d never been away;
return perhaps with new vigour
in their conversation and in response..
or even, acceptably alone at Christmas,
celebrate it in this quietness;
if you knew them, which you don’t,
you might say something to them;
or, just might not know what you should say..
who are these, suddenly quiet
for a moment, far away,
celebrating something in their quietness?
they are those whose quietness would say,
this is what I never knew, when I a child;
longed for, never thought it would come true;
how fortunate I am, that I’ve survived
to feel like this…
Indians might say, this is the story of your present life,
which you wrote with your previous life..
the drama of separation now transcended…
that may be so, explain a lot; or it may not… but,
look at them- when they don’t see you doing that-
look at them deeply with the eyes of love;
saying in yourself, yes, yes, yes…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Christmans Time
We waited all through the year
For the day to appear
When we could be together in harmony
You know the time will come
Peace on earth for everyone
And we can live forever in a world where we are free
Let it shine for you and me
Theres something about christmas time
Something about christmas time
That makes you wish it was christmas everyday
To see the joy in the childrens eyes
The way that the old folks smile
Says that christmas will never go away
Were all as one tonight
Makes no difference if youre black or white
cause we can sing together in harmony
I know its not too late
The world would be a better place
If we can keep the spirit more than one day in the year
Send a message loud and clear
Chorus:
Its the time of year when everyones together
Well celebrate here on christmas day
When the ones you love are there
You can feel the magic in the air - you know its everywhere
Theres something about christmas time
Something about christmas time
That makes you wish it was christmas every day
To see the joy in the childrens eyes
The way that the old folks smile
Says that christmas will never go away
Repeat chorus
Please tell me christmas will never go away
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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Christmas Time
(written by bryan adams & jim vallance)
We waited all through the year
For the day to appear
When we could be together in harmony
You know the time will come
Peace on earth for everyone
And we can live forever in a world where we are free
Let it shine for you and me
Theres something about christmas time
Something about christmas time
That makes you wish it was christmas everyday
To see the joy in the childrens eyes
The way that the old folks smile
Says that christmas will never go away
Were all as one tonight
Makes no difference if youre black or white
cause we can sing together in harmony
I know its not too late
The world would be a better place
If we can keep the spirit more than one day in the year
Send a message loud and clear
Chorus:
Its the time of year when everyones together
Well celebrate here on christmas day
When the ones you love are there
You can feel the magic in the air - you know its everywhere
Theres something about christmas time
Something about christmas time
That makes you wish it was christmas every day
To see the joy in the childrens eyes
The way that the old folks smile
Says that christmas will never go away
Repeat chorus
Please tell me christmas will never go away
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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On Christmas Morning
Ol decembers here at last
Time for celebration
Christmas present
Christmas past
Tumble down together like the snow
What a show
Now the snowman karen made
Is melting by the roadside
On the wind a serenade
Of childrens voices singing I believe
I believe in love
I believ
On christmas morning
You awaken with a smile
You hold me in your arms
We watch the snowflakes fly
And then you love me and I realize how sweet a life can be
All the memories
Coming back again this year
Sentimental melodies
Surround me like an old friend
Spent a winter here with me
Silently we watched the seasons change
And they change so fast
Fade away
On christmas morning
You awaken with a smile
You hold me in your arms
We watch the snowflakes fly
And then you love me
And I realize how sweet a life can be
All the memories will always take me back, hold me back in time
On christmas morning
You awaken with a smile
You hold me in your arms
We watch the snowflakes fly
And then you love me
And I realize how sweet a life can be
Ooh the memories will always take me back in time
To christmas morning
On christmas morning
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Slow Ride
She takes her time when its time to get ready.
Always has her way.
Always leaves me waiting by the phone.
She told me more than once to take it slow,
And I said ok.
But lately Ive been sleeping all alone.
Im not breaking up inside,
Im much to proud to moan.
Baby please come home.
I feel a little lucky so I try to play it cool.
I think she laughs inside.
With the words that burn like fire in my mouth.
Try to be a man like I got the master plan, night out on the town.
Drink and dance and we can turn it out.
Whoa, maybe its how your body moves I just dont know,
Maybe its just the way you move so slow.
(phone dialing)
[hello? ]
[hi its me]
[i thought I told you not to call me here]
[i know I just really needed to talk to you]
[get a clue babe, theres nothing to talk about.]
(click!)
Ask me why I play myself play myself for a fool.
Swear I would do most anything.
Walk a mile to see her smile.
Walk a mile just to rock for a while.
Babe Im thinking with my ding-a-ling.
Whoa, Ive been doing some thinking,
Now I just dont know.
Maybe just the way you move so slow.
Maybe cuz you move so slow.
Maybe cuz you move so slow.
But sitting on the verge of tears does not become my 22 years.
You took my shame, and you took my pride,
And now you gonna take me for a slow ride.
But uh, uh. waiting, waiting on the phone.
Got the words that burn like fire in my mouth.
Come on down reggae style,
Wind up your body like a bass line wild,
Drink and dance and we can turn it out.
Whooooaaaa, Im not going crazy but I just dont know,
Maybe cuz you move so slow. (x3)
Like love,
Move nice and low.
Slowride! (x3)
song performed by by Sublime
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To Debby On The Death Of Her Dad
To say sorry seems such an easy thing to say
But from you that won't take your sense of loss away
You have been burdened with a heavy cross
And time alone can only heal your sense of loss.
Old 98 for you it ended bad
The grim reaper from you he took your dad
I only can imagine how you must feel
But time the scars of sorrow always heal.
You've lost the hero of your childhood years
And he was one well worthy of your tears
But Debby your tears will bring to you relief
And help to heal your mental scars of grief.
Your father was a man I never knew
But he was one who meant so much to you
The life breath from his body may be gone
But his soul alive and well and living on.
I'm one of those with words who like to play
And to say sorry such an easy thing to say
And I can't feel the sense of loss you feel
And time itself the only thing that heal.
poem by Francis Duggan
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S e l f' ' s g r a c e
It’s said that we are graced
specifically, in three ways:
(though we might add,
but what is human life but grace?)
those three, firstly the divine grace
which we may turn to, any time,
in the scriptures as set down
(which we must bring to life ourselves..)
and then, the grace which flows
through the good fortune to find
(or does he or she find us?)
a teacher who may steer our course
through life, through teachings, and
through the understanding which we bring;
and third and last – and most mysterious,
most powerful, most firmly set;
and most of all, which all our living life
partakes of: grace of self.
But what is that? So darkly set
by our past thoughts, and words, and acts;
so darkly, lightly, made each moment’s presence
by our present life; and which, darkly again,
must influence our future life in ways
or even in our future bodies, if
such teachings as the Hindus hold
may energize our ways…
Can we, should we, attempt a gratitude
to our mysterious former self – that thus
we are, and to our present moment, brought?
So should we, in some novel, inner way,
dedicate our present self – to… self?
Fall silent, still; and in that place beyond
all thought, all word, all act, all sense, all seeing,
dissolve into ourself; know only, being?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Song for the Deceased
I watch
The clock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
On and on
And on
I'm at
A loss
My time
Has gone
On and on
And on
I stand before myself so aged
So lost in missing yesterday
Time comes and goes and never stays
A broken record never plays
Again
For me this is the end
To everyone my time is spent
To every one of my last friends
The Fates have cut my thread
So short
And still I...
I watch
The clock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
On and on
And on...
In my eyes there's nothing more
No glitter as they close their doors
The ember fades to an ashen core
My angel wings shall soar
So high
But my love for life will never die
I'll miss the feel of summer nights
And sitting by a dim-lit fire
Singing as the angels fly
Around
And still I...
I'm at
A loss
My time
Has gone
On and on
And on
And on...
poem by Christian Rivera
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I Know This Poor Bloke
I know this poor bloke in the mood for suicide
And he has felt heavy hearted since the day his wife died
Some five years ago his ache of loss from him not gone
And till the day of his death his grief with him will live on.
I do meet him often though not every day
And for words to him I always feel stuck to say
He always talks of his dead wife and the grief that he feel
And for him I feel sorry since his sorrow is real.
On his sense of loss with him I sympathize
And each time I see him he has tears in his eyes
My condolences to him I already did pay
But the grief that he feels it is with him to stay.
The price of true love it can come at a great cost
And he is left to mourn for what he has lost
One in his late sixties his hair silvery gray
And the clock on his life it is ticking away.
A man due to grief in the mood for suicide
Though he is one now I would rather avoid
Since each time I meet him he talks of his dead wife
And I am one who needs laughter in my life.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Always It Will Be The Same
Sat around and checked my watch
As I waited for the midnight hour
And I thought about the things
That happened
On this day that began thirteen years ago
I started on this journey
I started on this journey
Yeah, I smile when I think about it
Know I cant live without it
Laugh and go on about this all the time
Never have I felt this way
Always will it be the same
Here I am infatuated
Never thought that it would take me up this far
When I picked up a guitar
And learned to play it for the first time
But here I am and here we are
Doing what we want to do
Im lucky beyond luck
And I wont mess it up
Yeah, I smile when I think about it
No I cant live without it
Laugh and go on about this all the time
Never have I felt this way
Always will it be the same
Here I am infatuated
Smile when I think about it
No I cant live without it
Laugh and go on about this all the time
Never have I felt this way
Always will it be the same
Here I am infatuated
Yeah, I smile when I think about it
No I cant live without it
Laugh and go on about this all the time
Never have I felt this way
Always will I be the same
Here I am infatuated
Yeahhh....
song performed by by Unsung Zeros
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I Am Quiet In Gratitude To God
I am quiet in gratitude to God
Saved again
Near tears in tears
Grateful to God
And trying within
To let the Gratitude be everything
And forget for a time
The fear that will return again-
Quiet in Gratitude to God
And wanting that Gratitude to be everything.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Christmas By The Phone
Another year, Another tree
But this year you won't be with me
And it don't, feel much like christmas
We used to watch the same old shows
Sing Social D on the radio
But it don't, feel much like christmas
This used to be, my favourite holiday
My Christmas Eve was filled with dreams
But youchased them all away
[Chorus]
Why did you leave me for Christmas?
You left me lonley its true,
Could you have waited till New Years?
At least the year would be through...
And now the misletoe's hanging
For no reason at all
And all the presents are still wrapped
But you don't even call
I took a walk to where we go
There were lights and there was snow
But it don't feel, much like christmas
And people ask me how you've been
I fake a smile and say ok,
But i don't feel, much like christmas
You used to be, my favourite holiday
But now you're gone, i'm all alone
And all that I can say
[Chorus]
Why did you leave me for Christmas?
You left me lonley its true,
Could you have waited till New Years?
At least the year would be through...
And now the misletoe's hanging
For no reason at all
And all the presents are still wrapped
But you don't even call
Waiting here alone
Christmas by the phone
Waiting here alone
Spending Christmas by the phone...
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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I Am Waiting
Am I waking to this magic
Am I seeing all is human
Human after all
I wanna be inside your heart
Are you ready
I wanna love forever
Are you thinking
I wanna be inside your heart
What Im thinking
I wanna know youre with me
Highways, stairways, many ways
To be open tonight
High time, look inside
Your life, I am waiting
I am waiting: are you ready?
I am waiting: can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
It happened in the water
The heaven will fall
The break in the water
The secret birth
Said she loves me I believe her
Waited lifetimes say this to you
I wanna be inside your heart
Are you ready
I wanna love forever
Are you thinking
I wanna be inside your heart
What Im thinking
I wanna know youre with me
Highways, stairways, many ways to be open tonight
High time, look inside
Your life, I am waiting
Say you need me Im yours
Say you need me just because
(its our freedom...)
Its our freedom, hear me now
We are made to be here now
Well be waiting for the word
As the healing of the world
Make the promises to be true
All my life my world is you
I am waiting: are you ready?
Are you ready?
I am waiting: can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
song performed by by Yes
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I Am Waiting
Am I waking to this magic
Am I seeing all is human
Human after all
I wanna be inside your heart
Are you ready
I wanna love forever
Are you thinking
I wanna be inside your heart
What Im thinking
I wanna know youre with me
Highways, stairways, many ways
To be open tonight
High time, look inside
Your life, I am waiting
I am waiting: are you ready?
I am waiting: can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
It happened in the water
The heaven will fall
The break in the water
The secret birth
Said she loves me I believe her
Waited lifetimes say this to you
I wanna be inside your heart
Are you ready
I wanna love forever
Are you thinking
I wanna be inside your heart
What Im thinking
I wanna know youre with me
Highways, stairways, many ways to be open tonight
High time, look inside
Your life, I am waiting
Say you need me Im yours
Say you need me just because
(its our freedom...)
Its our freedom, hear me now
We are made to be here now
Well be waiting for the word
As the healing of the world
Make the promises to be true
All my life my world is you
I am waiting: are you ready?
Are you ready?
I am waiting: can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
song performed by by Yes
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