Ragged and Wise.
I Looked into my garden,
At the bluebells.
And thought of a wood,
Far away and long ago.
I could never return to (anymore) .
Ragged and wise.
I never, ever saw your lies.
Why is love so unwise?
I`ve loved my garden,
It`s every new growth and nuance.
But never as much as
I longed for
Your smiling eyes.
Once more,
Ragged and unwise.
poem by Peter Vealey
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In the Garden, With My Father
It is spring.
As in my garden, I stand.
In the garden -
My father is there;
... though long since gone...
He IS there.
I tend to the weeds,
The veggies and flowers...
He is there.
I never understood him
(as I should have, could have) ...
Until now,
Here, in the garden.
Where I, like he, work the soil.
I've come just recently
(these last few years)
To enjoy and love my garden so.
- I am not as surprised afterall, as I would have thought,
To find him here.
Here, in the garden.
He loved his garden very much.......
I - at that early age of restless youth - had no use
For such slow moving things.
But now, I see, and myself move, at a much slower pace.
Therefore, it is him I am here and now able to see,
In the garden.
Watching it all grow, so peacefully.
It is somewhat sad, that now,
When I can no longer tell him,
I understand.
For I have come to find... I love the garden too,
Just as much as he;
And we both always will.
My father - standing in the garden -
I now know.
After all these long years.
And I've missed him so;
But, how wonderful to find,
He IS here...
In the garden, our garden,
Always, with me.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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The Wise And The Unwise
They call themselves Saints but,
They are no Saints;
This message is for both the wise and the unwise.
According to the flesh,
According to the spirit,
According to her love,
According to her pasions,
And according to his care;
This poem is for both the wise and the unwise.
Tribulation and anguish,
Upon every soul who does evil;
But glory, honour and peace to,
Every soul who works righteousness
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Seven & The Ragged Tiger
(lebon, rhodes, taylor, taylor, taylor)
You told me once a second chance was not worth waiting for
A million chances later, you dont know how right you were
Dont mean you dont dream cause the beating on the door
The russian high who needs to die begins to realise
That all those days in mischief have your soul in paradise
I dont know that those time that you were foolish and unwise
And Ive seen all reason hit the floor
I dont need no reservations
But I can do things that Ive never done before
Playing with a fire ball you cant touch
But you can soar with seven and the ragged tiger (2x)
Like the morning wild warning
Fires are alive, dont have a choice
The danger boys are hoping for a fight it seems
I cant bleed I dont dance anymore
All armed with superstition til the birds have flocked our way
Somebody ought to tell them we dont care what people say
Not afraid dont believe in those stories anymore
They just hang their victims to the wall
At least tell me something
It seems that their vision has something within their law
Brother can you feel the heart inside
Youre running for your life
Youre running seven and the ragged tiger (4x)
All happy like a rainy day is everything to gain
Just the smell of independence he defends his life again
Dont mean I dont dream in no music anymore
Cause Ive heard those reasons die before
Oh please tell me something
It seems their vision has something within
Brother can you feel the heart inside
Youre running for your life
You better seven and the ragged tiger
song performed by by Duran Duran
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In The Meadow - What In The Meadow?
In the meadow - what in the meadow?
Bluebells, buttercups, meadowsweet,
And fairy rings for the children's feet
In the meadow.
In the garden - what in the garden?
Jacob's-ladder and Solomon's-seal,
And Love-lies-bleeding beside All-heal
In the garden.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Garden
Do you believe in the man in the garden
Do you believe that he was there
Do you believe in the man in the garden
Do you believe or do you care
Did he rise from the ashes and lead the sky above
Did he lie in the name of love
....in the garden
Do you believe in the path that you follow
Do you believe it takes you where you want
Do you believe in the lies that you swallow
Do you believe it takes you where you go
See the man. he never lies he never will
Did he fight for the right to kill
....in the garden
....in the garden
Theres a little man in a house alone...waiting
He doesnt lie.
He doesnt wait for love to hold on to
He doesnt lie. he doesnt wait...
Johnnys in the garden
I see the err in my ways
....in the garden
Do you believe in the man in the garden
song performed by by Five For Fighting
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The Garden
Do you believe in the man in the garden
Do you believe that he was there
Do you believe in the man in the garden
Do you believe or do you care
Did he rise from the ashes and lead the sky above
Did he lie in the name of love
....in the garden
Do you believe in the path that you follow
Do you believe it takes you where you want
Do you believe in the lies that you swallow
Do you believe it takes you where you go
See the man. he never lies he never will
Did he fight for the right to kill
....in the garden
....in the garden
Theres a little man in a house alone...waiting
He doesnt lie.
He doesnt wait for love to hold on to
He doesnt lie. he doesnt wait...
Johnnys in the garden
I see the err in my ways
....in the garden
Do you believe in the man in the garden
song performed by by Five For Fighting
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Garden, The
do you believe in the man in the garden
Do you believe that he was there
Do you believe in the man in the garden
Do you believe or do you care
Did he rise from the ashes and lead the sky above
Did he lie in the name of love
....in the garden
Do you believe in the path that you follow
Do you believe it takes you where you want
Do you believe in the lies that you swallow
Do you believe it takes you where you go
See the man. he never lies he never will
Did he fight for the right to kill
....in the garden
....in the garden
There's a little man in a house alone...waiting
He doesn't lie.
He doesn't wait for love to hold on to
He doesn't lie. he doesn't wait...
Johnny's in the garden
I see the err in my ways
....in the garden
Do you believe in the man in the garden
song performed by by Five For Fighting
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The Ragged Wood
O HURRY where by water among the trees
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,
When they have but looked upon their images --
Would none had ever loved but you and I!
Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed
Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,
When the sun looked out of his golden hood? --
O that none ever loved but you and I!
O hurty to the ragged wood, for there
I will drive all those lovers out and cry --
O my share of the world, O yellow hair!
No one has ever loved but you and I.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Strange Desire
My strange desire
Is waiting here
To be my light
My shadow my storm
This is all
And this is you
Turning into another dream
Please dont be
Another dream
Do you really think were cared for
Do you really know were loved
Look at all my resolutions
Promises to break your heart
Why do we make it hot to handle
Why do you lose our self-control
Strange desire take me over
Offer me to the all above
This is all and this is you
Meet again touch again
Must have wanted
Some paradise
Long ago
Thats unwise so unwise
Look again I said
Touch again
Believe your fate
Thats alright thats alright
song performed by by INXS
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My Childhood Garden
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
lush and green
it was so happy it made me scream
my joy and hopes
and all my mopes
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
with the ups and downs
when i jumped i could not touch the ground
with my purle ponys
it made it homey
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
flying high
with the little lies
the grass fine
up in the sky my kite
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
now in the past
i now know that it can never last
now as i get taller
it was differnt when i was smaller
my childhood garden
poem by Danielle Eager
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Superbeast
Shriek the lips
Across ragged tongue,
Convulsing together.sing
Violently, move the jaw
Cry aloud. bound up the dead
Triumphantly
The ragged they come and
The ragged they kill!
You pray so hard on bloody knees.
The ragged they come and
The ragged they kill!
Down in the cool air I can see.
Hey, yeah - Im the one that you wanted
Hey, yeah - Im your superbeast
Hey, yeah - Im the one that you wanted
Hey, yeah - Im your superbeast
Stir the limbs across the wrist,
Full possession of memory.
Bury me as a dog,
Icy hands surrounding me.
The ragged they come and
The ragged they kill!
You pray so hard on bloody knees.
The ragged they come and
The ragged they kill!
Down in the cool air I can see.
Hey, yeah - Im the one that you wanted
Hey, yeah - Im your superbeast
Hey, yeah - Im the one that you wanted
Hey, yeah - Im your superbeast
Shriek the lips
Across ragged tongue,
Convulsing together.sing
Violently, move the jaw
Cry aloud. bound up the dead
Triumphantly
The ragged they come and
The ragged they kill!
You pray so hard on bloody knees.
The ragged they come and
The ragged they kill!
Down in the cool air I can see.
Hey, yeah - Im the one that you wanted
Hey, yeah - Im your superbeast
Hey, yeah - Im the one that you wanted
Hey, yeah - Im your superbeast
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Song V
THE sunshine of your presence lies
On the glad garden of my heart
And bids the leaves of silence part
To show the flowers to your dear eyes,
And flower on flower blooms there and dies
And still new buds awakened spring,
For sunshine makes the garden wise,
To know the time for blossoming.
Night is no time for blossoming,
Your garden then dreams otherwise,
Of vanished Summer, vanished Spring,
And how the dearest flower first dies.
Yet from your ministering eyes
Though night hath drawn me far apart
On the still garden of my heart
The moonlight of your memory lies.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Time
A time to live, a time to die
and finally we learn the reason why
we came to earth in the first place.
We came to love and learn to erase
anything negative that came our way.
Jealousy, greed,
hatred and lies,
bitterness, envy
and all things unwise.
So each of the days you get to live
be thankful for and be sensitive
to everything that comes to you
and accept all the things that have made you blue.
For a time to live is your gift from God
and a time to die is a promenade
to an adventure we have forgotten about.
It will undo all your fears and all of your doubt.
For we are souls and now we're away from
Jealousy, greed,
hatred and lies,
bitterness, envy
and all things unwise
for
WE ARE LOVE.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Lonely Tunnel
Vague words of humour incinerate laughter,
The one smiling looked upon with eyes of judgement,
A little less spoken out than the rest,
Yet a failure to make friends with the best.
Swim against the waves across the sea,
A stroke of brilliance, his mind,
His love life a joke to everyone in sight,
Unrealistic dreams to conquer and fight.
His hope of making a name unwise,
He still takes a chance, he still tries,
Closed to the world, closed between peripherals,
Words uttered nothing but lies.
Ward off the stranger approaching,
Keep away delusions to take over the world,
Argue different reasons to be lonesome again,
A heaven to the hell, his life a pain.
poem by Joshua D'Costa
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Where No Bells Toll
There is a wood
where we played as children
and bluebells grow
When you came home
after seeing the rape of Zimbabwe
we picked bluebells
When you came home
from the killing fields of Iraq
we picked bluebells
When you came home
from the poppy fields of Afghanistan
we picked bluebells
When you came home
telling of monks beaten in Tibet
we picked bluebells
When you came home
from the line of fire on the Gaza Strip
it was in a coffin
There is a wood
where history plays tricks on us
and bluebells grow
poem by Roger Taber
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Nature Trail
At the bottom of my garden
There's a hedgehog and a frog
And a lot of creepy-crawlies
Living underneath a log,
There's a baby daddy long legs
And an easy-going snail
And a family of woodlice,
All are on my nature trail.
There are caterpillars waiting
For their time to come to fly,
There are worms turning the earth over
As ladybirds fly by,
Birds will visit, cats will visit
But they always chose their time
And I've even seen a fox visit
This wild garden of mine.
Squirrels come to nick my nuts
And busy bees come buzzing
And when the night time comes
Sometimes some dragonflies come humming,
My garden mice are very shy
And I've seen bats that growl
And in my garden I have seen
A very wise old owl.
My garden is a lively place
There's always something happening,
There's this constant search for food
And then there's all that flowering,
When you have a garden
You will never be alone
And I believe we all deserve
A garden of our own.
poem by Benjamin Zephaniah
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A Memory
Adown the grass-grown paths we strayed,
The evening cowslips ope’d
Their yellow eyes to look at her,
The love-sick lilies moped
With envy that she rather chose
To take a creamy-petalled rose
And lean it 'gainst her ebon hair,
All in that garden fair.
A languid breeze, with stolen scent
Of box-bloom in his grasp,
Sighed out his longing in her ear,
And with his dying gasp
Scattered the perfume at her feet
To blend with others not less sweet;
He loved her, but she did not care,
All in that garden fair.
The rose she honoured nodded down,
His comrades burst with spite:
Poor fool! he knew not he was doomed
To barely last the night;
Are hearts to her but as that flower,
The plaything of a careless hour,
To lacerate and never spare
All in that garden fair.
I held her hand that I might trace
Her fortune in its palm;
A bolder moonbeam than the rest
Crept up and kissed her arm,
And, kissing once, was loth to leave,
So hid himself within the sleeve
That clasped the lithe arm, white and bare,
All in that garden fair.
I traced her fortune: love and wealth,-
Tho’ life, alas! was short,
But will that wealth be bought with love?
Or love with wealth be bought?
I know not, knowing only this -
Her hand seemed waiting for a kiss,
I longed to, but I did not dare
All in that garden fair.
But she, alas! is not for me,
And I am not for her;
Yet ever deep within my thoughts
A faint regret must stir
A thrill of longing - that among
Those moonlit paths with lover's tongue
I might return, and woo her there
All in that garden fair.
poem by Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
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An eyes to see
He closes eyes at the time of demise
As he has broken the promise
Now there won't be any sunrise
The departure is all of sudden with surprise
A the beauty lies with man's eyes
The question doesn't rise with any Why
The wife is always beautiful in life
Only you have to walk on the edge of knife
She is light to herself
So deep and shallow like sea shelf
You may think wise to keep always quiet
The course is yet to be decided and set
Love is to be seen and watched
Legs to be spread and not stretched
Prize is to be won and glimpses to be caught
Wisdom is to prevail and company is to be sought
You may think she is wise and beautiful
Others may think it is unwise and deceitful
She got to be perfect and faithful
Always dedicated and simply truthful
If you are wise you may see only these two
Things may go wrong and not prove true
You have to sail through stormy season
You must have eyes to see her beauty with reasons
Light or dark may not prove contrary
It is very essential and necessary
Think it beautifully and love to merry
Real beauty in eyes you only have to carry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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When You Define A Thing
when you define
a thing, you limit it,
it is like fencing
your garden
the garden becomes
a set of exclusive
flowers, and anything
not like it becomes
a weed, and anything
that moves
becomes a pest
it is not that you
do not define, we do
it sometimes
only to understand
the limits of
understanding,
but we must be open
to other possibilities
of a garden,
a garden of stones
a garden of sand
of mud, of water
a fountain, a garden
of winds, of clouds
a garden of memories
like a poem
for instance, a garden
of words,
words with arms open
to the magic
of further creation
words still trying
to define themselves
in the garden
of the unknown
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There's a Fairy Hippy Commune I Know
Down at the bottom of the garden
Where the bluebells grow
We've got wondrously special fairies
That we ever did really know
Mummy doesn't believe us
Because they've got long hair
And she says
'Whoever heard of a fairy say what's mine is yours to share'?
I wish that she could see them
I wish that she would go
Down to the bottom of the garden
Where the hippy faries go
Last saturday they had a party
And it was really great
There was fairy wine
And mushroom crisps piled up upon a plate
The leader of the commune
Is a boy in bright coloured clothes
He talks of love and being kind
To everyone he knows
But now they must be moving
To go and camp elsewhere
Preaching fairy love and happiness
To People everywhere.
poem by Margaret Beil
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