Host: I have directed you to wrong places:
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole,
And let burnt sack be the issue.
line from The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act III, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1602)
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A Democratic Hymn
Republicans of differing views
Are pro or con protection;
If that's the issue they would choose,
Why, we have no objection.
The issue we propose concerns
Our hearts and homes more nearly:
A wife to whom the nation turns
And venerates so dearly.
So, confident of what shall be,
Our gallant host advances,
Giving three cheers for Grover C.
And three times three for Frances!
So gentle is that honored dame,
And fair beyond all telling,
The very mention of her name
Sets every breast to swelling.
She wears no mortal crown of gold--
No courtiers fawn around her--
But with their love young hearts and old
In loyalty have crowned her--
And so with Grover and his bride
We're proud to take our chances,
And it's three times three for the twain give we--
But particularly for Frances!
poem by Eugene Field
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Hearts Fall
Edwin McCain
Hearts Fall
Pin feathers, dusty old wings
Living all my crazy never-land dreams
And I feel her trying when were apart
And I feel like dying
God dont let me break her heart
God dont let me break her heart
God dont let me break her heart
And the hearts fall in the right places
And the hearts fall in the right places
And how she loves me, I dont understand
And if time wont change me, perhaps she can
And I feel her trying when were apart
And I feel like dying
God dont let me break her heart
God dont let me break her heart
God dont let me break her heart
My selfish anger and I just run away
But a perfect heart always makes me stay
God dont let me break her heart
God dont let me break her heart
God dont let me break her heart
And the hearts fall in the right places
And the hearts fall in the right places
And the hearts fall in the right places
And the hearts fall in the right places
And the hearts fall in the right places
And the hearts fall in the right places
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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To a Billy
OLD BILLY—battered, brown and black
With many days of camping,
Companion of the bulging sack,
And friend in all our tramping:
How often on the Friday night—
Your cubic measure testing—
With jam and tea we stuffed you tight
Before we started nesting!
How often, in the moonlight pale,
Through gums and gullies toiling,
We’ve been the first the hill to scale,
The first to watch you boiling;
When at the lane the tent was spread
The silver wattle under,
And early shafts of rosy red
Cleft sea-born mists asunder!
And so, old Billy, you recall
A host of sun-burnt faces,
And bring us back again to all
The best of camping places.
True flavour of the bush you bear,
Of camp and its surrounding,
Of freedom and of open air,
Of healthy life abounding.
You bring us more—with those we love
We watched you boil and bubble,
And in the sunny skies above
Forgot each schoolboy trouble
So not without a kindly glance
We eye you in the study,
Although you’ve met with some mischance,
Although you’re black and muddy!
poem by James Lister Cuthbertson
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Fodder for Cannon
Bodies glad, erect,
Beautiful with youth,
Life's elect,
Nature's truth,
Marching host on host,
Those bright, unblemished ones,
Manhood's boast,
Feed them to the guns.
Hearts and brains that teem
With blessing for the race,
Thought and dream,
Vision, grace,
Oh, love's best and most,
Bridegrooms, brothers, sons,
Host on host
Feed them to the guns.
poem by Katharine Lee Bates
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A Controversy in Terms (Read at Your Own Risk)
A controversy in terms.
I haven't heard anyone or say anything about it
So here it goes
Abortion
Yeah that dirty word
My opinion is this their are scenarios where it should be acceptable
A child having a child
I believe at that age just because you conceive doesn't mean your ready to have one.
A rape producing a child
This one even the religious should allow as exception, due to the environment of conception.
A junky's giving birth
This one due to the fact of defects and disease that are spread.
I also believe that their are preventive and alternative options too.
Can we say contraception
Can we say adoption
But ultimately I believe it should be the woman's choice no matter my opinion or yours.
As men we take for granted that we don't have to deal with this nasty issue.
We tell the women what they can and can't do without going through the ordeals ourselves.
Think about telling a teenager daughter of yours you can no longer go to school because you have to keep and raise your kid.
Now imagine being that kid or woman.
It is not a matter life or death.
Instead its a matter of what we think is right or wrong
Who are we to judge?
I agree after the second trimester it is wrong to abort.
But I also believe these fake abortion clinics that delay for the sake of religion are wrong.
This has been cited.
Their has been legal action taken against such places.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Prime Search Locations
'I went in search of a word from God.' Kevin Carney
“A modern trend, the vain search,
age of information, wisdom of the world,
looking in all the wrong places; ”
God is everywhere and within us,
God promised if we look we will find God,
some places are prime search locations,
others seductive trap a denial of God.
See also ‘Looking In All The Wrong Places’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Mighty Fine Blues
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes indeed
Walk down any street
Pass the people you meet
What is it about this place that keeps you on your feet
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes indeed
Night is coming down
Closer to the ground
Gonna have a little fun while I'm still around
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes indeed
Don't believe the words they say to you when their soul's hurting
Don't believe a word they say about me because I'm feeling mighty fine
Think I gotta go
Think I'm gonna die
Oh my God somethings wrong
The end is coming near
because I'm
Feeling mighty fine
feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am, yes I am
song performed by by Eels
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What Is Right Can Sometimes Be Wrong
what is right can sometimes be wrong,
like the right of a state to kill,
that to me is wrong,
like the right to have slaves
that was wrong, but they once
thought it was right,
something that feels so right
may, sometimes, be also be wrong,
like feeling love, and too much love
for a neighbor or yourself,
it can be intoxicating at times,
and it can kill you,
because what is right exists only
in our human minds,
limited, too narrow, too
confined in our flesh and blood,
in the context of our culture,
in the frames of our time,
to the dictates of religion
the liberality of our education,
to our biases and prejudices,
what we believe in, what we
touch with faith in dark places
what we try to light with candles,
or see in microscopes or see in
telescopes, or see with our eyes
and hearts wide open,
may still be wrong, or
still be not right,
so what is right after all?
Possibly, this can be right,
But possibly this can also be wrong,
We can always pray. But the doubt
Is always there. Cogito ergo sum.
Who can really be sure?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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what is right can sometimes be wrong,
like the right of a state to kill,
that to me is wrong,
like the right to have slaves
that was wrong, but they once
thought it was right,
something that feels so right
may, sometimes, be also be wrong,
like feeling love, and too much love
for a neighbor or yourself,
it can be intoxicating at times,
and it can kill you,
because what is right exists only
in our human minds,
limited, too narrow, too
confined in our flesh and blood,
in the context of our culture,
in the frames of our time,
to the dictates of religion
the liberality of our education,
to our biases and prejudices,
what we believe in, what we
touch with faith in dark places
what we try to light with candles,
or see in microscopes or see in
telescopes, or see with our eyes
and hearts wide open,
may still be wrong, or
still be not right,
so what is right after all?
Possibly, this can be right,
But possibly this can also be wrong,
We can always pray. But the doubt
Is always there. Cogito ergo sum.
Who can really be sure?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No Token Kind of Love
And when I see you again...
After tensions have been suspended!
Let us take our hearts beyond places teased,
But left frozen!
To chill to appease those who wanted to see us part!
We gave them that unsighted right!
And did not fight to warm our love!
They could not accept...
We were interracially connected!
It was never the color of our skins
That shattered the torment that lived within us.
We want...
And must be together!
This is beyond description.
Or barriers that keep us broken!
Unspoken we know this is...
No token kind of love we give!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Midnight Sun
They say you know your way around
They say you are a man of the world
You say she is a new kid in town
You think shes just another girl
You get suspicious that something is wrong
No explanation why it lasts so long
And by the look on your face, everybody knows
You cant deny that you feel exposed
You can feel the heat when the night is gone
You been burnt by the midnight sun
When you look for relief but you cant find none
You been burnt by the midnight sun
Like a train running down the track
Its too late, things are out of control
Theres no way she can take you back
Theres no release for the brand on your soul
You never noticed the touch of her hand
You messed around with things
You dont understand
Now you sit in darkness while a new day dies
Her face is shining when you close your eyes
When you feel the heat when the light is gone
You been burnt by the midnight sun
When you look for relief but you cant find none
You been burnt by the midnight sun
I know the feeling, you wish youd been warned
Now you and I are brothers in arms
cause I know the pain cause I know her kind
One left a feeling burning in my mind
And you feel the heat when the night is gone
I been burnt by the midnight sun
And I look for relief but I cant find none
I been burnt by the midnight sun
I can feel the heat when the light is gone
I been burnt by the midnight sun
And I look for relief but I cant find none
I been burnt by the midnight sun
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Mad dogs and Englishmen
And so it came to be
That the children of Albion lay
Burnt to a cinder in the shade
Hiding now from the sun
That only yesterday they so much adored
And absorbed.
Peeling skins and aging grins.
Mad dogs and Englishmen.
poem by David Lacey
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Care For One Another..
Look at the hearts only,
Beating inside punctually,
as the stars majestically,
One above other vertically,
Hearts are beating vibrantly.
One above the other in high rise,
hearts toil with no surprise,
as the galaxies and constellations,
Hearts are beating horizontally,
Few hearts in big space,
Many hearts in small place,
as the diamonds twinkle in space,
Hearts are found in the ocean,
Hearts are there in the mountains,
Hearts are loitering in the jungles,
Hearts are beating in places,
as the planted gems above us,
Daring hearts are weak,
Weaker hearts are strong,
Most hearts are healthy,
Run and work in safety,
A few suffer and are sickly,
Clogged with fat and heavy,
Rich and poor man's hearts,
Educated and uneducated hearts,
Good and evil hearts,
Agnostic and spiritual hearts,
Healthy and sick hearts,
Beat everywhere to show,
That we care for one another,
and we love one another,
as we look at the stars,
the stars look at our hearts.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Boss
Better not issue a sentence which needs a spider
To walk and dissolve the issue.
But a spider can teach you this for the man and woman
Who understand, who avoid all wrong and keep.
They are the ones to be ahead of us,
So that your bank is worldlier than most,
So then the spider's web is not in presence,
So then the stupid arachnid decides not to come
In the first place.
poem by Naveed Akram
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However, I keep reminding them that this issue is not a new issue that has come out for this election. This issue has been in the courts for two years and two months now.
quote by Sibel Edmonds
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Medical liability reform is not a Republican or Democrat issue or even a doctor versus lawyer issue. It is a patient issue.
quote by John Ensign
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Sent Back
Never wish something negative,
Upon someone else deserving or not.
Or keep those feelings embittered,
With a harboring to become directed.
Sometimes when messages like that,
Are sent to eventually become delivered...
Often arrive at the wrong address,
For no one there willing to accept.
Never wish something negative,
Upon someone else.
Or keep those feelings directed.
It 'is' difficult to forgive with a forgiveness given.
Yet...
Sometimes when messages like that,
Are sent to 'hopefully' become delivered...
Often undelieverable are these messages.
And sent back to create havoc upon the sender.
Where such feelings are kept anchored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Angry Poem) Burnt
Your burnt.
The aggression fills me up.
My sensibility is lost.
My heart of gold gets so cold.
What is its cost?
Ill buy it.
Ill try it.
Ill do anything but deny it.
Fighting thin air.
Turn away
don't you dare.
This time your burnt.
Your burnt.
Keeping the flame going as long as I can.
When and where should I make my last stand.
A robust lack trust.
God their can never be enough.
Theirs time when I just want to spill your guts.
The circumstances have made me nuts.
A projected affliction of disastrous predictions.
Reliving what should never be lived.
Still I hear the words your burnt.
You are so burnt.
Treat your fellow man like dirt.
Trample over them like you just don't care.
Are you prepared for the defiance of a dare.
What is it that you wear around your neck.
Is it choking you to help you forget?
Nothing but regret.
A symbolic letter written with ink and quill.
Make it real.
A soulless soul feels they must steal.
Making deals
Only for greater protection.
The organ won't take
Can you feel the rejection?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Have A Drink On Me (Fun Poem 58)
Started out this morning
feeling mighty glum,
late to work, everything went wrong.
Thought the day would never end.
Got home in the evening
feeling half dead no fun,
burnt my tea,
groaned what a day.
Turned on the TV
that brought a smile to my face.
Checked my lottery numbers,
lo and behold I won.
So have a drink on me
I’m on a spending spree
with the big tenner
that I have won.
4 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Mighty
Walking this high road are warriors from an olden time
Curse on this land and the days far behind us
Dragons weve slain, rescued many maidens fair
And no man ever dared break our stride
Or the brotherhood that binds us.
Brothers are we, marching on the roads of time
From this broken land and the days that defined us
All men are free, justice is a sword we hold
Trusting in the knights noble vow
In the brotherhood that binds us.
When the broken are strong
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the beaten are proud
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the twisted can stand
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the silenced can laugh
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the hunted have turned
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the tortured are sane
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the blinded still stare
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the poisoned remain
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the voiceless can sing
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
And the shackled can run
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
And this downtrodden man holds his face to the sun
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
Well be walking high above the world.
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
Our legend will say
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
song performed by by Sting
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