Casted Spell
He's been through hell
Yet still on earth dwell
With swords against his flesh in swell
Hypnotic he feels
Drown in a waterless well
So precious a life in casted spell
It shall be well
For this he believes
As sweet fragrance in longing smell
poem by Nicholas Boateng
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Whats That Spell?... Go To Hell!
So here I am yeah!
Once again yeah!
Calling out the news
What's that spell
yeah! Got to hell yeah is that phrase I'm about to use
I saw you from my window when you were climbing in
it was just a matter of when
and sure enough you're back again.
So now you're standing on my floor
begging me for more you want alot that
I haven't got and I keep wondering
what for
Won't ever listen won't ever go away
But this time you won't be missing the point of what I've got to say
Cause you're that certain someone
who's been messing with the wrong one
What's that spell?
You get one at a time of my eight bits put them together
and read my lips
Whats that spell?
GO TO HELL!
Feels just like a sickness where you're a constant cough
Or maybe like a smell that just don't wanna wear off
Could you be liquid by accident retained
How do you spell the point that I sustain
song performed by by The Hives from Barely Legal
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That Smell
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree you're in my way
There's too much coke and too much smoke
Look what's going on inside you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Angel of darkness is upon you
Stuck a needle in your arm
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose
One more drink fool, will drown you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Now they call you Prince Charming
Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes
Say you'll be all right come tomorrow
But tomorrow might not be here for you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Hey, you're a fool you
Stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before
One little problem that confronts you
Got a monkey on your back
Just one more fix, Lord might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
song performed by by 3 Doors Down
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A Thermometrical Ballade
There’s a wind up that licks like a flame,
And the sun is a porthole of hell.
Now evanish prim notions of shame,
And the craving to look rather well –
In pyjamas you’re never a swell,
And you’ve chosen some roomily made.
Oh! for ices these pangs to dispel –
It’s one hundred and nine in the shade!
We have limped in from tennis. That game ! –
I’d as soon with the damned where they dwell
Stoke a furnace and bathe in the same!
There’s no drink human craving to quell,
Not thin chablis nor sweet muscatel.
Never more shall we see, I’m afraid,
The cool shallows, the pale asphodel.
It’s one hundred and nine in the shade.
You recline an invertebrate frame
In the moisture your atoms expel,
‘Gainst the fates very feebly declaim,
All too limp to rise up and rebel.
Action flies and mosquitoes compel.
We make pitiful fight ‘gainst the raid
With a cloying and nauseous smell
In one hundred and nine in the shade.
ENVOY
Here might solids of Hamlet dispel.
Quick the answer to prayer that he prayed.
Human flesh turns to dew ‘neath the spell
Of one hundred and nine in the shade.
poem by Edward George Dyson
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That Smell
(allen collins - ronnie vanzant)
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree youre in my way
Theres too much coke and too much smoke
Look whats going on inside you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Angel of darkness is upon you
Stuck a needle in your arm
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose
One more drink fool, will drown you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Now they call you prince charming
Cant speak a word when youre full of ludes
Say youll be all right come tomorrow
But tomorrow might not be here for you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Hey, youre a fool you
Stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before
One little problem that confronts you
Got a monkey on your back
Just one more fix, lord might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Sonnet I
Oft had I felt, like pure Endymion,
Such love for the sweet moon, that I had well
Believed her able on earth to love and dwell
With whatso man she set her love upon;
But as I wandered once when day was done
Beside the murmuring, moon-lit ocean-swell,
Sudden thy silent beauty on me shone,
Fair as the moon had give thee all her spell.
Then, as Endymion had found on earth,
In unchanged beauty but in fashion changed,
Her whom I loved so long; so felt I then,
Not that a new love in my heart had birth,
But that the old, that far from reach had ranged,
Was now on earth, and to be loved of men.
poem by Francis William Bourdillon
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He Wants To Get Married
(sandy knox, anthony little)
He believes in the family unit
The union of man and wife
He believes that you stand before god
For better, for worse and beyond this life
He believes that a ring on his finger
Is something to be proud of
For all of the world to witness
That he is committed to this love
He wants to get married
Hell build a house in the country
Where hell watch his children grow
And teach them the values of something
That most people never even know
He wants to get married
I never thought I would be so blessed
To know a man like this
Hes everything, everything I believe that a man should be
And when he is called to his maker
He wants to go to his grave
With his final remembrance of this earth
To be one last look at his wifes face
He wants to get married
He wants to get married
Oh, he wants to get married
But not to me
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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A Triad
Maybe I was far too young
For the first,
Who chased her hearts desire
And fell under the spell
Of another.
The second thought
That life was cathing up with her
And somewhere with the passing years
Her feelings died down
And she casted her spell
On a wealthy lover.
The third is still with me
And she stays true
And before we met
I dreamt of her
And destiny
Pointed her out to me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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My Garden
My garden aboundeth in pleasant nooks
And fragrance is over it all;
For sweet is the smell of my old, old books
In their places against the wall.
Here is a folio that's grim with age
And yellow and green with mould;
There's the breath of the sea on every page
And the hint of a stanch ship's hold.
And here is a treasure from France la belle
Exhaleth a faint perfume
Of wedded lily and asphodel
In a garden of song abloom.
And this wee little book of Puritan mien
And rude, conspicuous print
Hath the Yankee flavor of wintergreen,
Or, may be, of peppermint.
In Walton the brooks a-babbling tell
Where the cheery daisy grows,
And where in meadow or woodland dwell
The buttercup and the rose.
But best beloved of books, I ween,
Are those which one perceives
Are hallowed by ashes dropped between
The yellow, well-thumbed leaves.
For it's here a laugh and it's there a tear,
Till the treasured book is read;
And the ashes betwixt the pages here
Tell us of one long dead.
But the gracious presence reappears
As we read the book again,
And the fragrance of precious, distant years
Filleth the hearts of men.
Come, pluck with me in my garden nooks
The posies that bloom for all;
Oh, sweet is the smell of my old, old books
In their places against the wall!
poem by Eugene Field
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Flower a Key to Woman's Heart
oh, woman listens to my serenade voice of
wandering, look up the pleading voice of openness
as it lurks your beautiful plain of sweet
remembering may this hymn of praise, shadow the
closeness of your eyes to peep my lasting heart
forever
let me smell the greatness fragrance of your
sweet moment and hold me tied in your loving
care, may this moment of the night, leads me
to see the vision to see the wonderful sky, beyond
this delight of the star
envy not my lapses, all have gone forever rest
in the wave of promises; wondered in the picture of
time, be then the flower that dazzlingly bloom in the
garden of hope viewed to see the lasting dawn of a
new beginning in our hearts
pick the petal and let not your smell be the obstacle
of fragrance of sweet mistake for a new dream of
vigor lives in your lives, now and forward to the
end
be a lips that touches the fragrance of sweet smell,
and holds the heart that rainbow the beautiful sky
of tomorrow ….
poem by Antonio Liao
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Hypnotic
Baby come over here
And taste me
Won't you feel my lips
And take me deeper into your arms
Mesmerising
Way you got my Venus rising
Visualising your skin melting into mine
Open up, I'm coming in
Explore original sin
Open up, I'm coming in
Lie back
It's getting so hypnotic
I'm coming up on it
Your love's hypnotic
It's a beautiful way to fly
Surrender your mind
And lose yourself as we rise
Hypnotic
Time is locked into the pulse inside us
In a place they'll never us
Naked, sacred and pure
Hearts racing (racing)
Rhythm so intoxicating (cating)
Letting go and we're free falling
Going, going, gone
Open up, I'm coming in
Explore original sin
Open up, I'm coming in
Lie back
It's getting so hypnotic
I'm coming up on it
Your love's hypnotic
It's a beautiful way to fly
Surrender your mind
And lose yourself as we rise
Hypnotic
Hypnotic, so hypnotic
Open up, I'm coming in
Open up, I'm coming in
So hypnotic
Coming up on it
So hypnotic
So hypnotic
I'm coming up on it
Your love's hypnotic
It's a beautiful way to fly
Surrender your mind
And lose yourself as we rise
Hypnotic
So hypnotic
I'm coming up on it
Your love's hypnotic
It's a beautiful way to fly
Surrender your mind
And lose yourself as we rise
Hypnotic
song performed by by Holly Valance
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Our Heav'nly Race
Just two, two choices we’ve got on this planet:
life, life and death, death;
life on earth, eternal life in heav’n above,
and death here on earth, eternal death in hell below.
But questions, questions ask we ourselves below:
‘How do we live here on this planet? ’
‘what’s our rewards aft’r death? ’
Death is inevitable gentle young man:
plants die, animals die, we too must die
and sleep in Mr. Death’s grave;
we must die in flesh, not on soul returning to God.
Isaiah holiness, let’s accept
that our death may be our sweet pillow for rest
or we due to second death eternal in hell!
poem by Eche Ononukwe
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Spell this for us... W.E L.O.V.E Y.O.U J.E.M.U.E.L
We remember our little Jemuel
Even as in our heart you shall dwell
A small bubble of light: A ceaseless flame,
Sparked, and left to burn in our hearts
For you:
Sweet melodies are being sung in heaven
On the arrival of the newest angel,
Born of Kay and Clarence - Your name Jemuel
Hearts are stolen by you, on earth and in Heaven
Jesus’ little brother, born of a loving mother
Up in heaven, sitting with Emanuel -
Sweet melodies are being sung in heaven
On the arrival of the newest angel:
Jesus loves you, am sure you could tell
Even as with him your spirit dwell.
“Boy” you’re with our sweet Jesus, up in heaven’s glory
So enjoy the gold and save us some castles,
Like those in mommy's bible story.
You can walk and you know how to spell
So spell this for us…
W.E L.O.V.E Y.O.U J.E.M.U.E.L.
Copyright © 2008 Leslie Alexis
poem by Leslie Alexis
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How Can I
How can I
watch the sunrise
when my heart is in deep sorrow
of not seeing you
How can I
listen to the songs of the birds
when my ears are yearning
to hear your voice
How can I
smell the fragrance of the flowers
when I long
for yours
Tell me
how can I go on living
when you've taken away
the whole meaning of my life
and that is to be with you
seeing your happy smile
hearing your sweet voice
with your fragrance
lingering around.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Ballade
By Mystic's banks I held my dream.
(I held my fishing rod as well,)
The vision was of dace and bream,
A fruitless vision, sooth to tell.
But round about the sylvan dell
Were other sweet Arcadian shrines,
Gone now, is all the rural spell,
Arcadia has trolley lines.
Oh, once loved, sluggish, darkling stream,
For me no more, thy waters swell,
Thy music now the engines' scream,
Thy fragrance now the factory's smell;
Too near for me the clanging bell;
A false light in the water shines
While Solitude lists to her knell,--
Arcadia has trolley lines.
Thy wooded lanes with shade and gleam
Where bloomed the fragrant asphodel,
Now bleak commercially teem
With signs 'To Let,' 'To Buy,' 'To Sell.'
And Commerce holds them fierce and fell;
With vulgar sport she now combines
Sweet Nature's piping voice to quell.
Arcadia has trolley lines.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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The Place Where I Must Start
Looking for a fight.
I'm a rabid dog.
I just need to bite someone's head off.
Shattered our my thoughts.
In pieces oh how do I put them back together again.
Who are your friends?
Who are your enemies?
Their all dressed the same.
I don't have a clue.
I just feel so defenceless.
Where is my suit of armour?
Who will protect me from myself?
Who will break this spell?
Oh it feels like I'm in hell.
I'm looking down a well.
I wonder how far it goes.
But as everyone already knows.
All you have to do is climb on down.
But I'm afraid I might just drown.
A fear I must overcome.
I will not let it rule my heart.
And I guess it's the place where I must start.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Hell
The friends who stood about my bed
Looked down upon my face and said:
'God's will be done-the fellow's dead.'
When from my body I was free
I straightway felt myself, ah me!
Sink downward to the life to be.
Full twenty centuries I fell,
And then alighted. 'Here you dwell
For aye,' a Voice cried-'this is Hell!'
A landscape lay about my feet,
Where trees were green and flowers sweet.
The climate was devoid of heat.
The sun looked down with gentle beam
Upon the bosom of the stream,
Nor saw I any sign of steam.
The waters by the sky were tinged,
The hills with light and color fringed.
Birds warbled on the wing unsinged.
'Ah, no, this is not Hell,' I cried;
'The preachers ne'er so greatly lied.
This is Earth's spirit glorified!
'Good souls do not in Hades dwell,
And, look, there's John P. Irish!' 'Well,'
The Voice said, 'that's what makes it Hell.'
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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23feb15 The Day After: Sharp Thorns
there will be
earthquakes
many more
you fear injury
death one day
as God wills
we die maybe
I die here today
these are wake
up calls life is
life was always
lived in precious
heartbeats
time taken
for granted
so wake up
smell the roses
appreciate beauty
sweat floral smell
spread in beauty
grow beautiful
petals
many colours
scented
or grow
sharp thorns
to pierce
innocent flesh
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Cinnamon + = plus
Since Xmas time it seemed I'd seen
The + on hot cross bun,
But hadn't bought a one.
I thought I wouldn't bother,
But brought back two on Maundy Day,
Ate one, left out the other.
I now can tell the sight of cross
Is nothing to the smell:
For breeding thought of body dead
+ dread sweet smell of hell.
And you who've had the scent around
Since bun first hit the shelf?
You who notice hell no more?
Your hell will hit next Tuesday when
There's bun no more in store.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Fragrance of Mother Earth
The Sun has risen in the east.
Fragrance of Mother Earth
will spread all over the world.
The fragrance of Mother Earth,
The perseverance of Mother Earth,
The consciousness of Mother Earth
and the thoughts of the land of arts,
all these will spread all over the world.
Food maintains the figure.
Oil causes smoothness.
In the lap of Mother,
abundant are the gems and precious jewels.
Dame Nature has bestowed air and water for all.
With the efforts of the human being
various kinds of crops are yielded.
Excellently charming are the rivers,
sylvan sites and brooks.
Fragrance of Mother Earth
will spread all over the world.
Summer, Rain and Winter
are the empirical experiences of this life.
We, the companions in joys and sorrows,
shall sing together the lilt of delight.
Dhol, Niś ā n and Ghumurā –
These enchanting musical instruments
encouragingly discard all dizziness.
The black-bee in the form of mind
rejoices humming over the flower
of colourful sentiments.
So marvellous and beautiful
is the creation of the Creator.
Fragrance of Mother Earth
will spread all over the world.
O Brothers and Sisters!
Wake up. With concentrative mind,
We’ll make our life blessed
by performing good deeds for the society.
Great strength is in the body of the youth.
We’ll keep the glory established
by accomplishing activities
in the path of righteousness
for the well-being of the country.
Salutations at the feet of our Mother India.
Our humble prayer at the feet
of the Mother Goddess Mā ņ ikeś warī.
Fragrance of Mother Earth will spread all over the world.
Our humble prayer at the feet of our Mother.
The thoughts of the land of arts will spread unfurled.
Fragrance of Mother Earth will spread all over the world.
poem by Harekrishna Meher
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Precious Earth And Precious Sun
We praise you sister Sun and mother Earth,
for being there at the time of our birth.
for giving us flowers to smell, and birds and insects
To hear as well.
We praise you Precious Sun for all of your warmth
You bring to us every day,
We praise you Mother Earth when we holds our hands together to pray
Along with all the creatures you brought here to play.
All of us on the planet praise you Precious Earth and Precious Sun.
Copyright 2010 Chevalier Originals, Inc.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on 07/17/10
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