When I crawl
You gave me the big hands
Mom and Dad!
I am worried as I have no voice
And I am far away to utter a lullaby
Beside your sleeping den!
Still I am crawling in the rat race of life
And this participation is useless
For a silver cup and an invalid certificate of death!
*To travel hopefully is better than to arrive.
-Sir James Jeans
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Lullaby, Oh, Lullaby!
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
Flowers are closed and lambs are sleeping;
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
Stars are up, the moon is peeping;
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
While the birds are silence keeping,
(Lullaby, oh, lullaby!)
Sleep, my baby, fall a-sleeping,
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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To travel hopefully is better than to arrive.
quote by James Jeans
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I used all diligence to arrive at London and therefore I now gave my crew a certificate under my hand, of my free and willing return, without persuasion or force by any one or more of them.
quote by Henry Hudson
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The Creature Crawling
The creature crawling don't know when he'll arrive
Don't know if creature is dead or alive
All of god's creatures have the will to survive
Did you know about that ?
Did you know about all that ?
The creature crawling
The creature crawling
The creature crawling and he's coming up the road
He's crawling over to your area code
Crawling through the grass of your little abode
Did you know about that ?
Did you know about that ?
Did you know about all that ?
Whatcha gonna say ?
Whatcha gonna do ?
What goes around it comes around
One fine day
Look around
There will be nothing but you
song performed by by Frank Black
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Idontwantanythingfromyou
So I lied and said that I'm okay
Cause there's the way you are
and the way I wish you were
And what you want and what you say you want
are both different answers
I was standing here waiting,
my hands and knees shaking
for the one I thought was you
And you gave it away like it was nothing at all
Tell me...
CHORUS: Will I ever see you again, will I?
It is what it is
Will I ever see you again, will I?
I should just let it go...
I'm a mess but I can't tell you so
Tho' I broke my heart on the reef of your infidelity
I'm down hearing calling, my hands and knees crawling
for the one I thought was you
Cos you gave it away like it was nothing at all
Tell me
CHORUS: Will I ever see you again, will I?
It is what it is
Will I ever see you again, will I?
I should just let it go
I'm down hearing calling,
my hands and knees crawling
Looking for the one that was you
Cos you gave her away like she was nothing at all
Tell me
CHORUS: Will I ever see you again, will I?
It is what it is
Will I ever see you again, will I?
I should just let it go
Will I ever see you again, will I?
It is what it is
Will I ever see you again, will I?
I should just let it go
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Russian Lullaby
When the seas are rolling in
When the stars are shining clear
When the ghosts are howling near
When we sing the russian lullaby
Lets you and me together leave for higher ground
When you are all alone just listen to the sound
Lullaby
We fall asleep when we hear...
Lullaby
We fly away when we hear...
Lullaby
We travel far when we hear...
Lullaby
When we hear the russian lullaby...
In the night, when the seas are rolling in
In the night, when the stars are shining clear
In the night, when the ghosts are howling near
In the night, when we sing the russian lullaby
When we are going through the night in search of light
Lets you and me enjoy the mach 5 speed of life
Lullaby
We fall asleep when we hear...
Lullaby
We fly away when we hear...
Lullaby
We travel far when we hear...
Lullaby
When we hear the russian lullaby...
In the night, when the seas are rolling in
In the night, when the stars are shining clear
In the night, when the ghosts are howling near
In the night, when we sing the russian lullaby
song performed by by E-type
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A Piece Of Paper
A diploma hanging on the wall
is really not you at all.
It's just a piece of paper.
A marriage certificate in your file
of when you two walked down the aisle
is just a piece of paper.
A birth certificate, signed and sealed
made you legal but concealed
that it's just a piece of paper.
A death certificate proves you're gone.
The truth is you've just moved on.
It was just a piece of paper.
All these papers that yellow with time
were really not worth one thin dime.
They were just pieces of paper.
Your life was never all those things.
Your life was when you took on wings
and soared with love for all.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Cult Of Ray
The creature crawling don't know when he'll arrive
Don't know if creature is dead or alive
All of God's creatures have the will to survive
Did you know about that?
Did you know about that?
Did you know about that?
The creature crawling
The creature crawling and he's coming up the road
He's crawling over to your area code
Crawling through the grass of your little abode
Did you know about that?
Did you know about that?
Did you know about that?
Whatcha gonna say?
Whatcha gonna do?
What goes around it comes around
One fine day
Look around
There will be nothing but you
song performed by by Frank Black
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Useless
A useless life
Useless excuse.
A waste of life
Waste of breath.
Useless useless
Useless bitch.
Useless in every way
Just so useless
My life is complicated
It is useless
Its a hopeless cause.
I may as well just end things
And go far away
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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We Are Worried
We are worried
Our once prosperous land
Is now a beggar
We are worried
Our incandescent light
Is now blurred
We are worried
Love no longer co-habits
On our wide streets
We are worried
That brothers slaughter brothers
All in the name of God
We are worried
How vultures prey
On our commonwealth
We are worried
The gap gets wider
Between the rich and the poor
We are worried
About our youths
Whose destinies are bleak.
We are worried
That the ship may sink
Like the titanic.
We are worried
We do not know who to trust
We are worried of many things
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Upon My Lap My Sovereign Sits
Upon my lap my sovereign sits
And sucks upon my breast;
Meantime his love maintains my life
And gives my sense her rest.
Sing lullaby, my little boy,
Sing lullaby, mine only joy!
When thou hast taken thy repast,
Repose, my babe, on me;
So may thy mother and thy nurse
Thy cradle also be.
Sing lullaby, my little boy,
Sing lullaby, mine only joy!
I grieve that duty doth not work
All that my wishing would,
Because I would not be to thee
But in the best I should.
Sing lullaby, my little boy,
Sing lullaby, mine only joy!
Yet as I am, and as I may,
I must and will be thine,
Though all too little for thyself
Vouchsafing to be mine.
Sing lullaby, my little boy,
Sing lullaby, mine only joy!
poem by Martin Peerson
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Marvellous Travel
I travel with my eyes,
Watching those silently cry,
Asking themselves the question why,
Someone left them without saying goodbye;
I travel with my thoughts,
I travel with my pen;
To write about children, women and men;
I travel with my voice,
I travel with my hope,
That something new, would spring into my horoscope,
Whether in Asia, America or Europe,
There'll always be something interesting to scope;
I travel to many different places,
Mix with many races,
Identify tribesmen by their faces,
And little girls by their laces,
I travel without money,
So, please listen to my testimony,
The good, the bad and even the ugly,
Every experience is worth life's journey,
For I'll always be marvelled,
When ever I travel.
poem by Joshua Fernandez
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The Travelerz
I travel with my eyes,
Watching those silently cry,
Asking themselves the question
why,
Someone left them without
saying goodbye;
I travel with my thoughts,
I travel with my pen;
To write about children, women
and men;
I travel with my voice,
I travel with my hope,
That something new, would
spring into my horoscope,
Whether in Asia, America or
Europe,
There'll always be something
interesting to scope;
I travel to many different places,
Mix with many races,
Identify tribesmen by their faces,
And little girls by their laces,
I travel without money,
So, please listen to my testimony,
The good, the bad and even the
ugly,
Every experience is worth life's
journey,
For I'll always be marvelled,
When ever I travel.
poem by Akingbehin Daniel Murphy
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In Death I See Myself
In the face of a friend I see death
Written large for all who can see the signs.
We who travel with the dying are frail
We have nothing of ourselves to offer,
Only the faith we carry in fragile vessels.
Each life accompanied into this dark mystery
Mirrors yourself, unable to escape the realities
Each person loved and treasured, memory filled
Reminds you that you are gazing at tomorrow,
Looking at your future, at all our futures.
Each will travel light, but for those of faith
We never travel alone, a companion
One who has been this way, guides
Sheds light before our path, draws us on
To the hope that is born of resurrection
In the knowledge of the one who is resurrected
So we are able to look into the mirror of death
Travel with those who go before us.
Because the light shines in the darkness
And the darkness has not overcome it
poem by James Tipp
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The Silver Jubilee
To James First Bishop of Shrewsbury on the 25th Year of his Episcopate July 28. 1876
1
Though no high-hung bells or din
Of braggart bugles cry it in—
What is sound? Nature’s round
Makes the Silver Jubilee.
2
Five and twenty years have run
Since sacred fountains to the sun
Sprang, that but now were shut,
Showering Silver Jubilee.
3
Feasts, when we shall fall asleep,
Shrewsbury may see others keep;
None but you this her true,
This her Silver Jubilee.
4
Not today we need lament
Your wealth of life is some way spent:
Toil has shed round your head
Silver but for Jubilee.
5
Then for her whose velvet vales
Should have pealed with welcome, Wales,
Let the chime of a rhyme
Utter Silver Jubilee.
poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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Within HIS Inner Circle
He is wearing them out.
Their accustomed indignities...
Are now sought by him,
To come spewing from their mouths.
And everyday the same insults,
Seem as if they come from little kids.
The ones that wish to bully...
But the one they wish to do it to,
Seems to thrive on it...
As if it was nourishment that it gives.
He is wearing them out.
Their accustomed indignities...
Are now sought by him,
To come spewing from their mouths.
They seek his birth certificate.
Something to prove he actually exists.
Their verbal obscenities have become useless.
And his arrogance displayed,
Appears to thrive on it!
'We've secured his birth certificate.
And he has already exposed his own dirt.
His intelligence is something we have never encountered.
And intimidating him has driven us to exhaustion.
Even the threat of death,
Produces on his face a grin.
He acts as if...
He 'is' The Almighty.
Or someone extremely close,
Within HIS inner circle.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The death certificate
The commendation certificates,
The graduation certificates,
The experience certificates
And the birth certificate
Are dead when death certificate is born.
04.12.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Song Of The Widow
In the beginning life was good to me;
it held me warm and gave me courage.
That this is granted all while in their youth,
how could I then have known of this.
I never knew what living was----.
But suddenly it was just year on year,
no more good, no more new, no more wonderful.
Life had been torn in two right down the middle.
That was not his fault nor mine
since both of us had nothing but patience;
but death has none.
I saw him coming (how rotten he looked),
and I watched him as he took and took:
and nothing was mine.
What, then, belonged to me; was mine, my own?
Was not even this utter wretchedness
on loan to me by fate?
Fate does not only claim your happiness,
it also wants your pain back and your tears
and buys the ruin as something useless, old.
Fate was present and acquired for a nothing
every expression my face is capable of,
even to the way I walk.
The daily diminishing of me went on
and after I was emptied fate gave me up
and left me standing there, abandoned.
Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Useless Regrets
Useless Regrets
Useless Regrets
Useless Regrets
Useless Regrets
Got the demon in my veins,
Crawling blind and my head's a wreck
Wear it like a badge (of honor) on our chest,
But it's more like a noose wrapped around my neck
The more I fight the tighter it gets,
Cutting off my air and I can't breathe
Like the siren's song so innocent,
Till you're it's victim and cannot leave (so we)
Raise a glass to poor decisions,
Broken hearts, and blurred vision
This can't last forever
Everybody's got their own story
song performed by by Unseen
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With Or Without Certifiable Documents
Birth certificate aside.
When did one's birth certificate,
Qualify them with competence?
And those who have them...
Why has the importance of having one,
Not as of yet assisted in providing proof...
Anyone seeking another's evidence of being born,
Impresses with an accountability they have not shown.
Even taking responsibility for their own actions commited...
Are blamed on someone else!
Birth certificate aside.
When did one's birth certificate,
Qualify them with competence?
Or excluded them from an honesty,
That has been truthfully with a blatantness deceived...
With or without certifiable documents.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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