Joys In Life
How sweet to savor life when free of woes,
While all to joys, the present day prepares,
When home is not a fort walled round from foes,
And love blooms strong and true without the cares;
When hearth gives just the right amount of heat,
Its smoke goes high straight up to clearest skies,
With fire that burns steady in hearts that beat,
Come Spring and snow, or tempest, nary dies;
What bliss for traveler to have arrived,
To home with no more voyage to contend,
And in the homey circumstance survived,
With not a dream of journeys to extend;
.....But joy is not a journey's end to reach,
.....It is that point, with fewer walls to breach.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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To James Forbes, Esq.
WHEN sever'd from this hostile shore,
A weary captive now no more,
Home, cherish'd home, shall glad your sight
In blessedness of fresh delight;
While love shall weave new spells around
That spot of consecrated ground,
Where sweet domestic joy imparts
The charm that binds congenial hearts,
And filial tenderness prepares
A balm for all terrestrial cares:--
Forget not,--ah, forget not those
Who sought to soothe the captive's woes!
Exult, be happy, and be free,
But give one pensive thought to me!
poem by Helen Maria Williams
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Spring Spring Dance
Spring spring dance
Away from all loneliness
Come here in your trance
And give of its caress
Sweet light of grace
That comes with daybreak
In shadowed tint plays
When the air is awake
Spring be now sweet
In all your endeavor
Every adore so neatly treat
From winter’s cold war
O love of heavens blue
That gives the clearest view
For light to come thru
To bring on prosper true
Spring of beginning life
Mother of seedlings low
How much you must strife
To give the morning its glow
For blooms to grow high
And increase leaves to green
Opening up sunshine sky
Where summer has been
Spring be now sweet
In all your endeavor
Every adore so neatly treat
From winter’s cold war
O love of heavens blue
That gives the clearest view
For light to come thru
To bring on prosper true
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Swallows
O LITTLE hearts, beat home, beat home,
Here is no place to rest.
Night darkens on the falling foam
And on the fading west.
O little wings, beat home, beat home.
Love may no longer roam.
O, Love has touched the fields of wheat
And Love has crowned the corn,
And we must follow Love's white feet
Through all the ways of morn.
Through all the silver roads of air
We pass and have no care.
The silver roads of Love are wide,
O winds that turn, O stars that guide.
Sweet are the ways that Love has trod
Through the clear skies that reach to God.
But in the cliff-grass Love builds deep
A place where wandering wings may sleep.
poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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The Now Jerusalem, Song of Mary the Mother of Christ (London: E. Allde)
HIERUSALEM, my happy home,
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end,
Thy joys when shall I see?
O happy harbour of the Saints!
O sweet and pleasant soil!
In thee no sorrow may be found,
No grief, no care, no toil.
There lust and lucre cannot dwell,
There envy bears no sway;
There is no hunger, heat, nor cold,
But pleasure every way.
Thy walls are made of precious stones,
Thy bulwarks diamonds square;
Thy gates are of right orient pearl,
Exceeding rich and rare.
Thy turrets and thy pinnacles
With carbuncles do shine;
Thy very streets are paved with gold,
Surpassing clear and fine.
Ah, my sweet home, Hierusalem,
Would God I were in thee!
Would God my woes were at an end,
Thy joys that I might see!
Thy gardens and thy gallant walks
Continually are green;
There grows such sweet and pleasant flowers
As nowhere else are seen.
Quite through the streets, with silver sound,
The flood of Life doth flow;
Upon whose banks on every side
The wood of Life doth grow.
There trees for evermore bear fruit,
And evermore do spring;
There evermore the angels sit,
And evermore do sing.
Our Lady sings Magnificat
With tones surpassing sweet;
And all the virgins bear their part,
Sitting about her feet.
Hierusalem, my happy home,
Would God I were in thee!
Would God my woes were at an end,
Thy joys that I might see!
Is There Any Chemistry Left?
I haven't started
the story.
So, I didn't end.
I know what happens
when fire clashes fire.
I don't know to
extinguish it.
I managed to stop
my heart's beat.
I'm very far,
from you,
from your everyday
routine.
You love me---
I can't say.
You hate me
out of love
which you can't
reach.
Even I don't know
the word love.
I have to stay
happy with my
built-up hearth.
That's true.
Will you please,
bid me goodbye?
Hope no, chemistry
is left to keep
us glued.
Let me sit
beside the open
window, from
where I can watch
the shifting of
the cloud.
No fire will
take me near you.
I'm fine here
with my sweet home.
Is there any chemistry
left?
poem by Debdarshana Sen
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New Mexico Welcome
New
to this Land of Enchantment state of mind?
Well, welcome home,
weary traveler, welcome home!
Here’s to feeling strange and wonderful –
Welcome home!
Here’s to feeling bewildered and happy –
Welcome home!
Here’s to feeling unlike you’ve ever felt before
Welcome home, welcome home, welcome home!
& here’s to nothing but beauty
Welcome home, I say, welcome home!
& here’s to surrounded by nature
Welcome home, yes, again, welcome home!
For New Mexico is my most
welcome home,
the one I have sought all my life
And now that YOU’RE here,
you’ll understand in a heartbeat -
Welcome home,
Welcome home,
Dear traveler
welcome home!
(2006, Taos Valley, New Mexico)
poem by Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson
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Before Our Weakness Gets To Strong
What are we doing in this place alone is our desire to relive our past this strong
True love we knew in the past is gone but our weakness lingers on
Let's go home before our weakness gets too strong
Long ago we let the flame of love burn out of control
Now we have no reason to reach for love that has grown cold
If we live our past in the present our future will be gone
Let's go home before our weakness gets too strong
[ fiddle ]
Line with temptation we raced into the past
On a road too small to let the past and the present pass
Are we going too fast to turn back and leave the past alone
Let's go home before our weakness gets too strong
Long ago we let the flame...
Let's go home before our weakness gets too strong
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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My Sweet Bride
Come walk with me my sweet bride,
If need be along life's tempest side.
Through howling storms and fury's edge,
Against it's might I would be your strong hedge.
Come walk with me my sweet bride.
Through meadows far to beautiful to hide.
Where nature blankets every ripple and hill,
Will the glorious golden daffodil.
Come walk with me my sweet bride.
Hand in hand through life with pride.
You with the man of your heart.
And me with you, my work of art.
Come walk with me my sweet bride.
Where life's sand storms collide.
Across deserts where life dare not go.
With you in hand, this becomes gentle snow.
Come walk with me my sweet bride,
With love now matured we share a hearth-side.
With my strong arm around your slim waist.
We'll hold each other steady in a love chaste.
R. K. Hart 15/11/12
Fairies In The Spring
I'm a traveler from many lands away
I've walked for many miles
I've gone on many adventures
I've taken many journeys
I take a break from my adventure
And I walk up to the spring
And the fairies in the spring seem to know of my plight
Even though I've only been around these parts for such a short amount of time
The fairies in the spring leave from where they are
And each of them blesses me
And I feel revived
I feel alive
As I leave to continue my journey
I won't forget them
And I know they won't forget me
poem by Justin Gildow
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Sweet Home Alabama
Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again
And I think its a sin, yes
Well I heard mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don't need him around anyhow
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the gov' nor
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Here I come Alabama
Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they've been known to pick a song or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I'm feeling blue
Now how about you?
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Sweet home Alabama
Oh sweet home baby
Where the skies are so blue
And the guv'nor's true
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
song performed by by Jewel
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Sweeet Home Alabama
Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again
And I think its a sin, yes
Well I heard mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don't need him around anyhow
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the governor
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Here I come Alabama
Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they've been known to pick a song or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I'm feeling blue
Now how about you?
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Sweet home Alabama
Oh sweet home baby
Where the skies are so blue
And the governor's true
Sweet Home Alabama
Lordy Lord, I'm coming home to you
Yea, yea Montgomery's got the answer
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Sweet Home Alabama
(ed king - ronnie vanzant - gary rossington)
Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the southland
I miss alabamy once again
And I think its a sin, yes
Well I heard mister young sing about her
Well, I heard ole neil put her down
Well, I hope neil young will remember
A southern man dont need him around anyhow
Sweet home alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home alabama
Lord, Im coming home to you
In birmingham they love the governor
Now we all did what we could do
Now watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth
Sweet home alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home alabama
Lord, Im coming home to you
Here I come alabama
Now muscle shoals has got the swampers
And theyve been known to pick a song or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when Im feeling blue
Now how about you?
Sweet home alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home alabama
Lord, Im coming home to you
Sweet home alabama
Oh sweet home baby
Where the skies are so blue
And the governors true
Sweet home alabama
Lordy
Lord, Im coming home to you
Yea, yea montgomerys got the answer
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Sweet Home Alabama
(ed king - ronnie vanzant - gary rossington)
Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the southland
I miss alabamy once again
And I think its a sin, yes
Well I heard mister young sing about her
Well, I heard ole neil put her down
Well, I hope neil young will remember
A southern man dont need him around anyhow
Sweet home alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home alabama
Lord, Im coming home to you
In birmingham they love the governor
Now we all did what we could do
Now watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth
Sweet home alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home alabama
Lord, Im coming home to you
Here I come alabama
Now muscle shoals has got the swampers
And theyve been known to pick a song or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when Im feeling blue
Now how about you?
Sweet home alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home alabama
Lord, Im coming home to you
Sweet home alabama
Oh sweet home baby
Where the skies are so blue
And the governors true
Sweet home alabama
Lordy
Lord, Im coming home to you
Yea, yea montgomerys got the answer
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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No Sorrow Tomorrow
One day there'll be no more sorrow,
One day we'll be free,
One day no one will cry,
One day the blind shall see!
A world where everyone tries,
Ever clear skies,
Where nobody lies,
And no one dies,
One day,
One day all hearts will sing the same song,
One day,
One day our love will be strong,
One day,
One day we'll see the light,
One day,
One day we'll embrace life,
A world where everyone tries,
Ever clear skies,
Where nobody lies,
And no one dies,
One day no one will feel fear,
One day I shall be with you,
One day no one will shed a tear,
One day we'll remain true!
07 June 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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The Fires
Men make them fires on the hearth
Each under his roof-tree,
And the Four Winds that rule the earth
They blow the smoke to me.
Across the high hills and the sea
And all the changeful skies,
The Four Winds blow the smoke to me
Till the tears are in my eyes.
Until the tears are in my eyes.
And my heart is wellnigh broke
For thinking on old memories
That gather in the smoke.
With every shift of every wind
The homesick memories come,
From every quarter of mankind
Where I have made me a home.
Four times a fire against the cold
And a roof against the rain --
Sorrow fourfold and joy fourfold
The Four Winds bring again!
How can I answer which is best
Of all the fires that burn?
I have been too often host or guest
At every fire in turn.
How can I turn from any fire,
On any man's hearthstone?
I know the wonder and desire
That went to build my own!
How can I doubt man's joy or woe
Where'er his house-fires shine.
Since all that man must undergo
Will visit me at mine?
Oh, you Four Winds that blow so strong
And know that his is true,
Stoop for a little and carry my song
To all the men I knew!
Where there are fires against the cold,
Or roofs against the rain --
With love fourfold and joy fourfold,
Take them my songs again!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Tearin Down The Walls
Youre my fatal attraction
Oh, no, I cant stop
Youre my midnight fantasy
Youre my cream of the crop
Im comin home girl
Im comin home
Youre my soaking wet ecstasy
Like sex on the beach
I wanna take you home now girl
Gonna practice what I preach, dig
Im comin home girl
Im comin home now
I can taste your sweet emotion
I can feel it runnin hot
Our veins of passion pumping so strong
Were like gas and fire
Got a burnin desire
Them sparks are gonna fly and well be
Chorus:
Shakin shakin
Tearin down the walls
Little by little, inch by inch
Tearin down the walls
Screamin scratchin
Tearin down the walls
Little by little, inch by inch
Tearin down the walls
I just wanna eat you up
Like a lion in a cage
Just get a little bit closer girl
And thats all Ill need to say
Im comin home girl
Im comin home now
Youre like a slave to the rhythm
Im gonna put you to the test
You turn up the heat turn on the light
And Ill do the rest
Im comin home girl,
Im comin home now
I can taste your sweet emotion
I can feel it runnin hot
Our veins of passion pumping so strong
Were like gas and fire
Got a burnin desire
Them sparks are gonna fly and well be
Chorus, solo
song performed by by Poison
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Home, sweet home is home with daddy!
I look at the familiar house I call home
I am back home, sweet home after the journey
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
Home, sweet home is home with daddy!
I look at Daddy's children, full of expectations
The young man with soiled hands, still jumping on Daddy
The young lady wanting to tell Daddy all the stories of school
It does not matter that Daddy is tired! Daddy is always daddy
Home, sweet home is home with daddy!
I know I have to travel again from home tomorrow
I may go to the nice places, be they palaces or hotels
Marble floors sparkling with reflections of cleanliness
But they are not as homely as home with daddy
Home, sweet home is home with daddy!
I look at everybody wanting to know about the trip of daddy
Everybody wants to know what daddy has brought
Everybody is happy to see daddy home
Daddy is always strong, no tiredness even when tired
Home, sweet home is home with daddy!
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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You are the beat of my heart
You are the beat of my heart
Nothing can keep us apart.
You are the apple of my eyes
Cause I know true love never dies.
You are my life’s spring season
We are each other’s prison.
You are the girl of my sweet dream
O my love for you is extreme.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Let’s Dance
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you to the dance floor
Once more
Let’s embrace to the rhythm
Sway to the melody
And let the music set us free
Set us free
Let me take you by the hand
And spin you round and round
Let’s get lost in the mystery of the sound
So let’s dance
If we ever get the chance
Let’s dance
Whatever the circumstance
Let’s dance
It’s the formula for romance
Let’s dance
So take my hand and get up on your feet
Wrap your arms around me and feel the heat
Our hearts are pounding to the loud drum beat
Let’s make this night of love complete
So let’s dance
If we ever get the chance
Let’s dance
Whatever the circumstance
Let’s dance
It’s the formula to romance
Let’s dance
poem by Alfred Ramos
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Sweet Home Alabama
(Original by Lynyrd Skynard)
Big wheels keep on turning carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the southland
I miss my family once again and I think it's a sin
Well I heard Mr. Young sing about her
Well I heard Ol' Neil put her down
Well I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don't need him around anyhow
CHORUS:
Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama Lord I'm coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the governor boo-hoo-hoo
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you tell me true
CHORUS:
Here I come Alabama
SOLO
Now Muscle Shoals has got the swampers, they've been known to pick a song or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I'm feelin' blue
Now how about you
CHORUS:
Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue oh sweet home
Sweet home Alabama Lord I'm coming home to you And the gov'nor's true
Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue oh yeah
Sweet home Alabama Lord I'm coming home to you yeah yeah
song performed by by Counting Crows
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