Lady Macbeth: Th' attempt and not the deed
Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready;
He could not miss 'em.
line from Macbeth, Act II, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1606)
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The Capture
Duck come switchin' 'cross de lot
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
Hurry up an' hide de pot
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
Duck's a mighty 'spicious fowl,
Slick as snake an' wise as owl;
Hol' dat dog, don't let him yowl!
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
Th'ow dat co'n out kind o' slow
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
Keep yo'se'f behin' de do'
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
Lots o' food'll kill his feah,
Co'n is cheap but fowls is deah--
'Come, good ducky, come on heah.'
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
Ain't he fat and ain't he fine,
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
Des can't wait to make him mine.
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
See him waddle when he walk,
'Sh! keep still and don't you talk!
Got you! Don't you daih to squawk!
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Hail Macbeth
Hail Macbeth I’m in your field
To deliver the messages of the witches set free
The Lady is strong she will not yield
Unless she is placed in a ‘not to be’
Hail Macbeth the golden eyes are shifting
Remember the earth belongs to me
Hail Macbeth the bullets are sifting
The blue that unlike you can clearly see
Hail Macbeth get out of your text
Before it’s too late for you may be the next
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Lady Macbeth: Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it.
line from Macbeth, Act I, Scene 5 by William Shakespeare (1606)
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To mankind in general Macbeth and Lady Macbeth stand out as the supreme type of all that a host and hostess should not be.
quote by Max Beerbohm
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Lady Macbeth: Out, damned spot! Out, I say!
line from Macbeth, Act V, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1606)
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Lady Macbeth: What's done cannot be undone.
line from Macbeth, Act V, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1606)
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Miss Macbeth
All the children testified that miss macbeth
Wore a fishbone slide in her cobweb tresses
Her eyes were black like first foot coal, clutched as white as chalk-dust
Her fingers sweated india-ink and poison-pen letters
There is a hungry hanging tree, just below your bedroom window
You can hear her take a broom to beat out a tattoo on the ceiling
Her bloodless face ran red inside but was she
Really evil, was she only pantomime
Now the chalk on the wall says that somebody
Saves, that somebodys face has just been washed off the pavement
Into a puzzle where petrol will be poisoned by rain
Miss macbeth saw her reflection
As confetti bled its colours down the drain
Chorus:
And everyday she lives out another love song
Its a tearful lament of somebody done wrong
Well how can you miss what youve never possessed?
Miss macbeth
Well we all should have known when the children paraded
They portrayed her in their fairytales, sprinkling deadly nightshade
And as they tormented her she rose to the bait
Even a scapegoat must have someone to hate
And everyday she lives out another love song
Youre up there enjoying yourself, and I know its wrong
Well how can you miss what youve never possessed
Miss macbeth
Sometimes people are just what they appear to be
With no redemption at all
We try to walk upright when we cant even crawl
Miss macbeth has a gollywog she chucks under
The chin and she whispers to it tenderly then sticks it on a pin
And it might be coincidence, but a boy down
The lane, that she said went white as he could do, then doubled over in pain
Chorus
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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My Small Lady
My lady has died when she was a child,
Never has a hood been recovered, for she was a child.
The same dress she wore was red and blue,
Like the veins and arteries of her entrails.
Inside her studs a man of daggers and bones,
Bones are hers but both daggers lie hidden
And what are these promising weapons?
Are they thoughts, or wisdom eggs?
They are the daggers of blindness, foul things
Perish in the wilderness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Lady Macbeth: Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time.
line from Macbeth, Act I, Scene 5 by William Shakespeare (1606)
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My Rough And Ready Lady
Such a strong woman you are
You play rough and tough
How you are very different
Somehow I can't get enough
My Rough And Ready Lady
You are strong and full of life
How you show me so much
Oddly I never met your type
My Rough And Ready Lady
You speak with much wisdom
Yet you continue on and prove
I feel so happy when near you
I have all to win never to lose
My Rough And Ready Lady
Your strength is overwhelming
Those eyes of deep royal blue
A best friend you are to me
And how I love being with you
My Rough And Ready Lady
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Macbeth
Macbeth is a great worrier
He never disobey his loyer
He has an evil wife
Those made him have a miserable life
He kills King Duncan in his room
Gust beside his broom
Macbeth started to have a red face
So he toke the king’s place
He tried to kill the king son
In a day where was a sunny sun
He heard best murders that he has
The murders kill his friend but his son escape from them
Macbeth wife die
After his friend son kills him with a pie
Then king son ruled
Macbeth was fooled
poem by Violet Gum Gum
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Miss A La Cream
Waiting is worth the while
Miss A La cream, a la cream
The lady of magnificent style
The woman of many a mans dream
A natural born striker
Every man in turn likes her
The queue up in flashy little cars
It doesn’t get them really any far
Miss A La cream, a la cream
The lady of posh self-esteem
At day, she’s in the sauna wrapped in towels
At day she’s at the hairdressers draped in jewels
At night, she can be found at many a brothel
But don’t you ever ask, what is a vowel?
But don’t you ever attempt to make her to spell
Natural yellow, gold and blonde
With an exquisite scent from beyond
A La cream, a la cream
She can pander a whole football team
Up in the mountains or down by the streams
When she walks the street with her heels
Mouths open, hearts relentlessly dream
Notwithstanding her heart is stronger than steel
That’s why she is Miss A la cream, A la cream
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Macbeth [aside]: Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
line from Macbeth, Act I, Scene 3 by William Shakespeare (1606)
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Macbeth: I bear a charmed life, which must not yield,
To one of woman born.
line from Macbeth, Act V, Scene 8 by William Shakespeare (1606)
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Macbeth: So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
line from Macbeth by William Shakespeare (1606)
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The Knight's Return
Hark! hark! hark!
The lark sings high in the dark.
The were wolves mutter, the night hawks moan,
The raven croaks from the Raven-stone;
What care I for his boding groan,
Riding the moorland to come to mine own?
Hark! hark! hark!
The lark sings high in the dark.
Hark! hark! hark!
The lark sings high in the dark.
Long have I wander'd by land and by sea,
Long have I ridden by moorland and lea;
Yonder she sits with my babe on her knee,
Sits at the window and watches for me!
Hark! hark! hark!
The lark sings high in the dark.
Written for music, 1857.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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Will I
Will I miss the skies?
Will I miss the clouds?
Will I miss the ocean?
Will I miss the bay?
Will I miss the sunrise?
Will I miss the moon?
Will I miss the mountains?
Will I miss the trees?
Will I miss the city lights?
Will I miss the snow?
Will I miss the laughter?
Will I miss the jokes?
Will I miss touch?
Will I miss love?
Will I miss you?
Will i?
Will i?
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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I'd make a wonderful Lady Macbeth. I'll wear a pair of platform shoes or something.
quote by Bette Midler
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Get It (feat. Michael Jackson)
Miss Lady Girl
Is putting her love on the shelf
Cause she don't want
To be hurt by nobody else
She's taken her heart
And put it away under lock and key
But its high time
Miss Lady Girl sets her heart free and gives her love to me
Some think that diamond rings; fancy cars
Will make a big impression
But I know that all she needs is my tender
Love and affection
Cause she still says
That no one's gonna get it
No one's gonna get it, oh no
But someone's gotta get it
And I feel that I will be the one who will
No one's gonna get it
No one's gonna get it, oh no
But someone's gotta get it
And I know that I will be the one who will
Gonna get it, her love
Gonna get it, her kisses
Gonna get it, her heart
Gonna get it, get it
Miss Lady Girl
Has buried her feelings deep inside
Cause she don't want
To be taken for another ride
She's sick and tired
Of being on that lonely merry-go-round
She just don't know
That the ultimate love of her life is about to be found
They think that ready cash, flashy clothes
Will her life with laughter
But I've got the very thing that she needs
True love forever after
Then no more will she say
That no one's gonna get it
No one's gonna get it, oh no
But someone's gotta get it
And I feel that I will be the one who will
No one's gonna get it
No one's gonna get it, oh no
But someone's gotta get it
And I know that I will be the one who will
Gonna get it, her love
Gonna get it, her kisses
Gonna get it, her heart
Gonna get it, get it
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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My Bed Time
The bed time I miss
I miss when you told me to get ready for bed. I miss having you tuck me in at night., reading a bedtime story and if I was good a little melody. Then afterwards you would turn my nightlight on and say okay Kay-Kay it’s bedtime. Then you would sing a lullaby till I fell asleep. I miss your voice. I miss all the times we have spent together. I just miss you. I would give my life for you. I miss my bedtime with you. Then I miss you waking me up in the morning
“wakey-wakey, sleepy head”
poem by Makayla Straight
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