Epigram IV: Circumstance
From the Greek.
A man who was about to hang himself,
Finding a purse, then threw away his rope;
The owner, coming to reclaim his pelf,
The halter found; and used it. So is Hope
Changed for Despair--one laid upon the shelf,
We take the other. Under Heaven’s high cope
Fortune is God—all you endure and do
Depends on circumstance as much as you.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Hang The Dj
(tell me, how do you spell dj ? )
160 beats per minute
Is the only thing that I hear
Everybody is dancing with themselves
No whispering in each others ear
Being hopeless at the djs mercy
I told him once and I told him twice
To play a slow song for me and my baby
But he didnt wanna follow my advice
Loving couples all over the world
United there is hope
Lets get some drinks for the boys and girls
And for the dj a rope
Hang the dj hang him high
Kill this bastard kiss goodbye
Hang the dj hang him high
Kill this bastard kiss goodbye
Another night another dj
But somehow everthings the same
Flashing lights and my baby smiles
I saw the dj and I knew Ill loose this game
Shes got that look something in her eyes
The music starts and snap its gone
Youve killed my dream now its on you
You bloody ignorant bastard son
Loving couples all over the world
United there is hope
Lets get some drinks for the boys and girls
And for the dj a rope
Hang the dj hang him high
Kill this bastard kiss goodbye
Han the dj hang him high
Kill this bastard kiss goodbye
The dj lynchmob says goodbye
To all the jerks that made us cry
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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I Lost You
Muse, love, use, lust, sue, romance, passion;
I found you but i lost you! !
And like the muse of love in the land of beautiful flowers,
But, who the cap fits should wear it always.
Muse, love, lust, romance, passion, due, few;
I found you but i lost you!
Joy, emotion, passion, love, lust, a kiss, sex, sex with you;
I found you but i lost you! !
And like the muse of love in the golden triangle;
But, i found you and i lost you to another man.
Hope, trope, dope, Europe, mope, cope;
And like the casual department of your muse!
Lope, nope, rope, tope, hope, cope;
I found you and i lost you! !
And like a wounded soul;
But this love was all about us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Christ is the rock
Mind you I tried to cope
As if life was the only hope
Loved ones were not at home
Why not try the rope
Hang myself and then drop
I have heard Christ is the rock
In him you're free from the mock
You can dance or may be hop
Unlike the king of pop
One is able to be like a pope...
poem by Iyamuremye Wilfred
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I Hope That I Get Old Before I Die
Sometimes I feel like being wispy
And once in a while I feel like being dry
But were doomed and were drowned by this feeling we surround
So I hope that I get old before I die
Ohhhhh
Its a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope
And I wonder why this hasnt happened
Why why why
And I think about the dirt that Ill be wearing for a shirt
And I hope that I get old before I die
Clear off the kitchen table darling
For on the kitchen table I must lie
Im just tired for my wife just served the banquet of my life
And I hope that I get old before I die
Ohhhhh
Its a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope
And I wonder why this hasnt happened
Why why why
And I think about the dirt that Ill be wearing for a shirt
And I hope that I get old before I die
Ohhhhh
Its a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope
And I wonder why this hasnt happened
Why why why
And I think about the dirt that Ill be wearing for a shirt
And I hope that I get old before I die
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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But Don't Despair
Despair, if you must –
But how's it going to pull you through?
Despair, when you trust
Naught since then there's naught to do.
Despair, should you thrust
Aside your pride, your self-esteem.
And so despair, if it's dust,
The only substance that you deem.
Despair, when a gust
Of slightly breeze can break your stance.
And do despair, when lust
Is your interpretation of romance.
But don't despair, if you can care
About the plight of any other being.
And you can focus on the help,
Support, and altruistic further actions
For the seeing. Be believing,
As despair will start receding
All around – simply since you found
A way to steer you clear
From this: the very cause of your despair!
So give to others; give them all a helping lift:
Despair, you'll find will disappear –
And that has got to be a well-deserved
And saintly gift!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Love 's Terrain
At what point was our love
checked into the Found and Lost?
Who declared it without an owner
and turned it in?
Who turned it down
at the Lost and Found?
Who came to make a claim?
I did;
but they said
it took two.
Was it lost in your eyes?
Was is boredom
or other eyes
which sought you?
Were my eyes not seeing enough;
seeing too much.
Was it lost in your fears and failings?
At what point did
love commit suicide
fall down
to gravity
and dissolve away?
Was it a word?
A gesture?
A Look?
A Circumstance?
A fault on our emotional terrain?
which cracked rumbled
and swallowed my soul whole?
How many question marks
will it take?
To know?
Even if I knew
would I go
to the Found and Lost
and even if our love was there
on the Found Shelf
would I then decide
not to make a claim
and leave it there
anyway?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Resurrection
If you could feel what I could feel
Well then you'd know His love is real
If you could hear what I could hear
Well then you'd know the King is near
The resurrection is here to stay
And He's coming back again
The resurrection is here to stay
And He's coming back again
To reclaim all His souls and set us free
The resurrection is here to say
That He's coming back again
Look what He's done to me
Now I am living in another space and time
He walked on the righteous path
To keep us from Satan's wrath
We are not alone
And we're going home
The resurrection is here to say
That He's coming back again
To reclaim all His souls and set us free
The resurrection is here to say
That He is coming back again
To reclaim all His souls and set us free.
The resurrection is here to say
That He's coming back again
To reclaim all His souls
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Circus
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Tie A Knot, Hang On
Life can bring great challenges,
disappointment and despair.
At times we want to just give up,
from pressures hard to bear.
Life on earth can be beautiful.
We must never give up hope.
Tie a knot, and hang on for dear life,
when you're at the end of your rope.
The rope represents our earth life,
whether happy, sad, or fraught.
Our Savior's great atoning love,
represents the saving knot.
If we will but have faith in Him
when our rope is at it's end,
He'll be the knot that stops our fall,
and helps our lives to mend..
poem by Ron Tranmer
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50 Times
5o times i have wailed
as if i have been impaled
now i can see
that its really me
lying on a stick and rope yet this is just a dream a horrid one dang you rope
dirty and devoid of hope
dead with festering wounds and cut
caught in a blood soiled rut
a trench i dug for myself now i lie in it myself
and the trap i laid and put my heart out to shrivel on shelf i now lie in both
o the fey imbroglio namely life so fey
forgive me if i inveigh
in verse and rhyme
but i do such things all the time
more then the fifty deaths imparted unto to me
yes seven, some deaths i accepted happily...
(God saved me from this rut and this living torture and i no longer die a single death nor did i ever actually died i fooled myself)
poem by David Knox
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Autumn
spring...summer...winter and fall...my spring has yet finished..what a pity..it is not so easy...to bear...to tear the years behind...no matter what you say...what you do...it says its farewell to you....even the mirrors..when you look and search yourself...says...uncle..uncle..to you..it is in vain....that is not a gain....you are losing something..and momesthing....used to it...nothing...nobody has managed it...yhere is the tornado..instead of the gentle breeze...your autumn is coming sooner or late....the last farewells are in minds and memories...we are standing in a row..rope tryin g to tow...when will the rope us tow..nobody know...autumn is fallingin my dreams...which sparrow has eaten..my last hope of living..and flew away.....where are the last tramways of childhood's spring...last tramways of hope...the snow of autumn is falling....that ı cannot..and nobody can cope...
poem by Metin Sahin
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Hang On
Hang on
When all hope is gone
And where light had shone
You are lost in the dark.
When fear flies high above the skylark.
As the weakness of a trembling heart
Leaves you in the lost and found.
You won't have to make a sound.
Hang on
I'm coming round.
Hang on
When those sad songs fill your head
When distant dreams swing by a thread.
Believe me
There is light
And I'll rescue you in style
When stars and moon invite
The brave to raise a smile.
Your empty heart
I will fill with sonnet sweet.
Leading you to peaceful meadow
Flowers at your feet.
Hang on my darling,
And I'll be there
In one shared heartbeat.
My love, I swear.
poem by Kevin East
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Never Ever Give Up The Hope
Never ever give up the hope
Regardless of the condition you are or the pain you suffering is hard to cope
Hope is the engine of will power who kept even terminally patient alive
It has been seen during disaster event those with hope have more chance to survive
Imagine your desire to live as a car, the gas for this car to move is your hope
So, please hold on tight to that rope, which is called hope
Sam Arjomandi
poem by Sam Arjomandi
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The Skipping-Rope
SURE never yet was antelope
Could skip so lightly by.
Stand off, or else my skipping-rope
Will hit you in the eye.
How lightly Whirls the skipping-rope !
How fairy-like you fly !
Go, get you gone, you muse and mope -
I hate that silly sigh.
Nay, dearest, teach me how to hope,
Or tell me how to die.
There, take it, take my skipping-rope,
And hang yourself thereby.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Parody Of “Uncle Ned”
DERE was an old nigger, and him name was Uncle Tom,
And him tale was rather slow;
Me try to read de whole, but me only read some,
Because me found it no go.
Den hang up de auther Mrs. Stowe,
And kick de volume wid your toe—
And dere's no more public for poor Uncle Tom,
He am gone whar de trunk—lining go.
Him tale dribbles on and on widout a break,
Till you hab no eyes for to see;
When I reached Chapter 4 I had got a headache,
So I had to let Chapter 4 be.
Den hang up, etc.
De demand one fine morning for Uncle Tom died,
De tears down Mrs. Stowe's face ran like rain;
For she knew berry well, now dey'd laid him on de shelf,
Dat she'd neber get a publisher again.
Den hang up, etc.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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My Friend...
Hatred filled me up
Lost! ...Give me a map
Seen a friend I named HOPE
Though my friend does not dope
My friend's always up high
I always keep an eye
My friend is tough
My friend doesn't cough
My friend can't laugh
Everytime i see my friend
I can see the solution for my problem to end
Smile i could send
My friend is the only one i want to hang
My friend is not a snake, My friend don't have a fang
My friend soon, I will hang to you
NO my friend, not when i'm blue
It'll be when i get so bored w/ happiness
As well as with loneliness
When i'm plainly who i am
and everyhting seems calm
My friend, it wil be so soon
and i will be your own
my friend hope,
who doesn't dope
but my friend is a special ROPE.
poem by Aez NewHeller
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Perfect Timing
I've seen despair,
I've been crying.
I've seen the absence of air,
But all was fixed in perfect timing.
Irony takes a place,
All when I'm in agony.
Then came a face,
One that repairs and make empathy.
Hope soon blooms,
Then adjoined with one so dear.
Glance at these rooms,
Ones that used to strike one so hollow with fear.
Care found in one so void,
Found in the only thing that's true.
No more urges to be paranoid,
Now that I'm known to you.
I've seen hope,
I've been laughing.
I live and finally cope,
For unexpectedly, all was done in perfect timing.
poem by Leonardo David Tay
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Supplements are replacements
Some would dread summer.
Once it sets in, they cope with it.
Some would dread winter.
Once it enters, they cope with it.
Loss of the dearest, you fear.
Once it occurs, you cope with it.
When you depart from the dear one
It would make him/her fit to cope with it,
And instead he/she would make someone dear
We endure what we cannot cur
With supplements and substitutes.
03.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Off the Shelf
One fine day someone,
came into the store,
and took us off the shelf,
they threw their money down,
We were tossed into a bag,
so dark was it in there,
suddenly we heard lots
of people talking,
We were inside a smoked
filled room, this man pulled
us out of the bag, he then
opened our package we
were in, took us out,
He threw us onto
the table, after
placing money there,
'Darn it, he said,
I rolled snake eyes'.
He was so mad, he threw
us in the wastebasket,
and not the table again,
so that was where,
we stayed until the
next day, when some
kind person took us
out and said 'Hey,
I found me some dice'.
So that's what we are!
(4-6-07)
The Passion of a Fine Young Man
The cap is off
but the ink is gone
and hope
is a rope
i hung myself on
they'd like me to do
tricks in my cage
'cause passion's in fashion
and i'm full of rage
they'd like me to hit
some sickly sweet note
it's late
and i hate
whatever i wrote
they'd like me to be
what i am not
but happy
and sappy
i must have forgot
they'd like me to try
to seize every day
tomorrow
more sorrow
i feel sick anyway
they want me to think
quite positively
and tonight
i might
just watch more t.v
they forced off my cap
and the passion is gone
and hope
and rope
they'll hang themselves on
poem by Mariena Soares
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