Remorse
That scathing word I used in scorn
(Though half a century ago)
Comes back to me this April morn,
Like boomerang to work me woe;
Comes back to me with bitter blame
(Though apple boughs are blossoming),
And oh! the anguish of my shame
Is sharper than a serpent's sting!
Age sensitizes us to pain,
And when remembrance of some word
We spoke in wrath return again,
It stab is like a driven sword. . . .
And if in some celestial span
Our hearts in penitence may bleed
For all the hurt we've done to man -
Ah, that would be a hell indeed!
So friends, be careful of your words,
Though other breasts may meet their steel,
Lest they return like vengeful swords,
Till yours the wounds that never heal,
For Age the heart to mercy mellows;
Foul memories haunt like evil elves:
let us be gentle to our fellows,
And win God's mercy for ourselves.
poem by Robert William Service
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Sonnet: Words Can Wound
Wounds of the flesh and of skin do occur;
Bruises and lacerations can recur;
By intervention or on own, they heal;
Wounds of the human heart are tough to deal.
But wounds that words may produce in one’s mind,
Cannot heal early, we always do find;
The boneless tongue is the reason behind;
Good or bad words costs alike and they bind.
’Tis wise always avoiding the bad word,
That can wound much more than the sharpest sword,
To cause non-healing wounds in any man;
Trouble among nations and men, they fan.
So, hesitate to use the wounding word,
To use the soothing word, men can afford.
poem by John Celes
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Un-Break My Heart
Un-break my heart,
Become part of me again,
You broke my heart and never fixed it,
Leaving a hole that sucked in my soul,
My days grow darker and my life grows shorter,
And yet you are no where to be found,
Please un-break my heart,
And say you will love me again,
Un-do all this hurt that you have caused,
When you walked out of my life,
Help me to un-cry these tears,
That i cried over you so many nights,
Please un-break my heart,
take away this pain,
that's slowly killing my soul,
darkening my days,
And creating a back hole,
please heal these stab wounds,
You've caused with your words,
Heal these scars on my heart,
That have become a part of me,
They are threatening to re-open,
Threatening to cause more pain and hurt,
Please father Un-break my heart,
Walk through the door,
The door i often sit in front,
Waiting for your return,
I need your love,
I need you,
I need your arms around me,
And for you to never let go of me,
You brought darkness into my life the moment you walked out,
So please bring back the light,
poem by Charlie Bones
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Sensibility
I
Once, when a boy, I killed a cat.
I guess it's just because of that
A cat evokes my tenderness,
And takes so kindly my caress.
For with a rich, resonant purr
It sleeks an arch or ardent fur
So vibrantly against my shin;
And as I tickle tilted chin
And rub the roots of velvet ears
Its tail in undulation rears.
Then tremoring with all its might,
In blissful sensuous delight,
It looks aloft with lambent eyes,
Mystic, Egyptianly wise,
And O so eloquently tries
In every fibre to express
Consummate trust and friendliness.
II
I think the longer that we live
The more do we grow sensitive
Of hurt and harm to man and beast,
And learn to suffer at the least
Surmise of other's suffering;
Till pity, lie an eager spring
Wells up, and we are over-fain
To vibrate to the chords of pain.
For look you - after three-score yeas
I see with anguish nigh to tears
That starveling cat so sudden still
I set my terrier to to kill.
Great, golden memories pale away,
But that unto my dying day
Will haunt and haunt me horribly.
Why, even my poor dog felt shame
And shrank away as if to blame
of that poor mangled mother-cat
Would ever lie at his doormat.
III
What's done is done. No power can bring
To living joy a slaughtered thing.
Aye, if of life I gave my own
I could not for my guilt atone.
And though in stress of sea and land
Sweet breath has ended at my hand,
That boyhood killing in my eyes
A thousand must epitomize.
Yet to my twilight steals a thought:
Somehow forgiveness may be bought;
Somewhere I'll live my life again
So finely sensitized to pain,
With heart so rhymed to truth and right
That Truth will be a blaze of light;
All all the evil I have wrought
Will haggardly to home be brought. . . .
Then will I know my hell indeed,
And bleed where I made others bleed,
Till purged by penitence of sin
To Peace (or Heaven) I may win.
Well, anyway, you know the why
We are so pally, cats and I;
So if you have the gift of shame,
O Fellow-sinner, be the same.
poem by Robert William Service
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Another Stab In The Back
I would of never of believed
That you would stab me in the back
Like you just did
Secretly I knew you would
Take the knife and add another stab wound
I have plenty of stab wounds already
From all the people who have stabbed me in the back
But somehow I thought you were better than that
But I guess your not that much better
You just like all the other back stabbers
But it's ok
The wounds will someday heal
But the scars that you made
By stabbing me in the back
Will never fade away
So remember my back stabbing friend
We will never be like we were
I'll smile in your face like you did
And talk crap about you behind your back
Just like you did to me
I have just one question for you
Are your new friends worth
All the bad things you had to say about me
To make them like you
I bet they won't be worth it
and I'm sure there not your friends
Cause I heard them talking bad about you
When you weren't around them
I always stood up for you
When I heard someone say something bad about you
I bet your new friends won't
I hope when you look back
I hope you see that I was your friend
And that they aren't
I hope the grass is so blue on your side
Cause now that I don't have to take your side
My grass is so much greener
Have Mercy
(d covay)
Have mercy, have mercy baby
Please have mercy,have mercy on me
Oh have mercy, please have mercy baby
Have mercy mercy, have mercy on me
Went to see the gypsy, to have my fortune read
She said your babys gonna leave you
Shes got her bags stashed under the bed
Have mercy, have mercy baby
Please have mercy,have mercy on me
If you stay here baby, tell you what Im gonna do
Im gonna work to a job, seven days a week
Bring my money home to you
Have mercy mercy mercy , have mercy baby
Oh have mercy,have mercy on me
Hey baby, hey now
What you tyrin to do
Hey baby, hey now
Please dont say were through
Have mercy mercy, have mercy baby
Oh have mercy,have mercy on me
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Angel
Its been a year since you passed away,
I ask God on my hands and knees for you to return back to me,
God please return my best friend back to me,
Please send me Angel to heal my broken heart of losing a friend,
My heart can’t take no more tragedy,
No more pain I feel,
God please send me an Angel from the heavens above,
Please send me an Angel to heal my heart,
All I have is good memories of you and I,
How we used to get high before and after school,
Wipe away these tears I shed for you,
All I can do is cry,
Try my best to forget about you but everywhere I go all I can do is remember all the good times we had,
You’re my best friend,
I ask God to take me instead of you,
But all I can do is cherish the memories that I have of you and I.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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The Under-Dogs
What have we done, Oh Lord, that we
Are evil starred?
How have we erred and sinned to be
So scourged and scarred?
Lash us, Oh Lord, with scorpion whips,
We can but run;
But harken to our piteous lips:
What have we done?
How have we sinned to rouse your wrath,
To earn your scorn?
Stony and steep has been our path
Since we were born.
Oh for a sign, a hope, a word,
A heaven glance;
Why is your hand against us, Lord?
Give us a chance.
What shall we do, Oh God, to gain
Your mercy seat?
Shall we live out our lives in pain
And dark defeat?
Shall we in servitude bow low
Unto the end?
How we would hope, could we but know
You are our friend!
We are the disinherited,
The doomed, the lost.
For breath with dust and ashes fed,
We pay the cost.
Dumb mouths! Yet though we bleed, with prayer
We kiss the sword;
Aye, even dying we forbear
To curse Thee, Lord.
poem by Robert William Service
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Won't Back Down
I know what darkness means
(and the void you left for me)
the isolation stings
(so thick it wants to bleed)
the echoes in my brain
(all the things you said to me)
you took my everything
Now I'm coming for you
I won't back down
I will not bow
I've come to bring you hell
And I can't forget
things you did
I've come to bring you hell
The shadow that you see
(in the places that you sleep)
are memories of me
(you better pray your soul to keep)
the truth behind you eyes
(you know the things you never see)
your darkest little lies
(I'm coming for you)
I won't back down
I will not bow
I've come to bring you hell
And I can't forget things you did
I've come to bring you hell
All the scars that never heal
All the wounds that will not seal
I will not forget the days
Theses memories never fall
I won't back down
I will not bow
And I can't forget
things you did
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
song performed by by Fuel
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A Killer Word
Strewn on the ground
were the nouns;
the gerunds
and the active verbs,
along with the Criminal Looks
and Sly Slights.
There was a Wad of Silence
masquerading as 'Quiet Time.'
The Absences were white chalk outlines
and fittingly so-
there was nothing of substance left.
The yellow plastic cord-rope
denoted the murder scene-
'move on' the cop said
'nothing left to here to see.'
You could glimpse the outline
of a person there
face-down in the street;
cut down from childhood
with Withering Stares
and Stab-Words;
Rejecting Gerunds
Shredded Feeling Tones,
Mocking Participles-
Little Murders all of them-
Psychic Evils
marauding Word Killers-
inflicting wounds that bleed-
inside the mind;
blood red emotions
running thick in the street.
Someone calls 911
but they come much too late.
What's really needed is 411
for those who need to know
Psychic Wounds
burrow deep
and eat out
from the inside.
A word is a dangerous thing
to swing
in a crowded room.
You can put someone's
heart out
in the bitter
cold;
where warm hearts
freeze-dry;
shrivel up
and sometimes cynicalize
from Bitter Hate
and then
Word-Murder
somebody else.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Boomerang Love
Boomerang love
By: jimmy buffett
1989
Hole in the wind behind the island
Big blue hole in the middle of my heart
I cant forget the time we spent together
I cant remember how long
Long weve been apart
Chorus:
Riding on a boomerang love circling fast
Hard to see in a sky so vast
Laugh till you cry, cry till you smile
Up and down all around
Boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love
Boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love
We both know we live in different orbits
Different islands different worlds
Though we really are the same
Im just glad, glad we started talking
Finally realize no one is to blame
Chorus:
Riding on a boomerang love cant let go
Running fast, moving slow
Whats the right way, who is to say
Tension and suspension
On a boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love
Boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love
Big blue hole out in the ocean
Where I dive straight down until I cannot see
Feel my way through a bevy of solutions
There I realize the answer is in me
Gettin off of this boomerang love, comin up for air
I want to do whats right, I want to do whats fair
Come what may well find a way
No more tension or suspension
No more boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love
No more boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love
No more boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love
Boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love
Oh...
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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The Sinners Thought
Was she worth to lose my soul
Spoke the man to himself from Hell below
As he placed is head in his hands for shame
He knew truly that he was the one to blame
And no other mans fault to where he did go.
She of course was another mans wife
Whom she had swore to GOD she'd spend her life
For better or worst until the bitter end
And no other man would she ever allow in
But then to GOD and all she lived a lie.
Was she worth for me to burn in Hell
Locked away from everyone eternity in my jail
Suffering and pain to last on forever
I wander if she cries for me, or if she found another
And no one can hear my anguish as I wail.
She of course lied and I believed her lies
And I was so sympathetic when she did cry
But all I cared for were my own wants and needs
As that gave me the strength for me to please
But now to myself I curse myself with why.
Was she worth it when I ignored GOD
The love and warmth that all man had sought
But then his words and laws I ignored for her
Now here I am in Hell as I ignored the word
And in pain and suffering forever my soul will rot.
She was someone that I did not know
And I dreaded the days as we got old
With all the cheating and sinning and the lies
Stealing her was just the devils prize
And no she was not worth me losing my soul.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The quality of mercy (conditions apply)
The quality of mercy,
Portia declared,
the quality of mercy is
suspended during the present conflict
the quality of mercy is
not the business of a Minister of Justice
the quality of mercy is
not a matter of individual conscience
the quality of mercy is
too subtle for public discussion
or law
the quality of mercy is
only for Shakespeare and stuff
the quality of mercy is
less stimulating than revenge
the quality of mercy is
no business of yours
the quality of mercy is
no concern of religious authorities
who should stay silent
the quality of mercy is
an outdated concept
the quality of mercy is
nothing to do with forgiveness
or circumstantial evidence
or the remission of sins
the quality of mercy is
no longer a matter of pride
the quality of mercy is
no longer a mark of humanity
the quality of mercy
would be OK if Obama said so
the quality of mercy
is one hell of a hot potato
cooked in oil
the quality of mercy
droppeth as the gentle
dew from heaven
upon a broken fuselage
and it is too much
or too little
for our understanding.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Evil Has No Boundaries
Blasting our way through the boundaries of Hell
No one can stop us tonight
We take on the world with hatred inside
Mayhem the reason we fight
Surviving the slaughters and killing we've lost
Then we return from the dead
Attacking once more now with twice as much strength
We conquer then move on ahead
(Chorus:)
Evil
My words defy
Evil
Has no disguise
Evil
Will take your soul
Evil
My wrath unfolds
Satan our master in evil mayhem
Guides us with every first step
Our axes are growing with power and fury
Soon there'll be nothingness left
Midnight has come and the leathers strapped on
Evil is at our command
We clash with God's angel and conquer new souls
Consuming all that we can
(Chorus)
song performed by by Slayer from Show No Mercy
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Mercy
(Kurt Stevenson, Patrick Winningham, & Chris Boesel)
Originally recorded for the Georgia soundtrack
I got a feeling
of unrighteousness
bitter cold
hollow bitterness
down the road
I walk with loneliness
mercy will follow me I'm told
Beneath this skin
there lies a heart of stone
It's growing old
so very far, from home
but a heart of gold
I may someday own?
and mercy will follow me, I'm told
mercy will you follow me
mercy will you follow me
to the final breath at last I take
mercy will you follow me
mercy will you follow me
Till the chain of this old world I finally break.
My sister sang
songs so sweet and sad
bout a man
whos love I never had
there's a train
bound for gillian?
mercy will follow me I'm told
mercy will you follow me
mercy will you follow me
till my final breath at last I take
mercy will you follow me
mercy will you follow me
Till the chains of this old world I finally break
Till the chains of this old world I finally break
Till the chains of this old world I finally break
song performed by by Counting Crows
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Sonnet: Have Mercy Lord, O God!
Have mercy on our children, Lord, O God;
They live in modern times, afilled with sin;
The fruits of Science have blunted conscience, Lord;
They falsely think, by labor, they can win.
Have mercy on our neighbors, Lord, O God;
The need for wealth has driven them crazy;
They tend to forget Thee and behave odd;
Ignore their faults and rain on them, mercy.
Have mercy on our friends and foes, O God;
Remember their good deeds and not their faults;
Bless them for every uttered holy word,
And break their journey onto hellish vaults!
Have mercy on all mankind, Lord, O God;
And spare most souls from thy divine just rod!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-17-2008
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To The Aggies Of Ateneo De Davao Around The World
nostalgia is the word for all these now
we have the urge to look out the window and find
who we were: the joys of the college years that will tickle us
old friends and their memories like innocent children
coming on our laps asking for our embraces
old pictures make our hearts shrink a little only to grow
bigger like a bread from the pan
fresh and fuming with the flavor of wheat
nostalgia is the word for it
and time is its mother that nourishes with its milk
the past comes to us always with something greener
and a breather of mint and rosemary
some peppers and honeyed lemonades
nostalgia is the word for it
when our wings have gone far beyond the lands of our births
dissolving in the horizons of other lands
when our chirps are gone
nostalgia is the word for it
when we come back stronger this time and lovelier
with our wounds that healed
with our pains that lost its trick
nostalgia is the word for it
such is she a beautiful woman still even though the hairs have turned gray
and the breasts sag and the bones rattling like brittle sticks
nostalgia is the word for it and no matter where the winds of this world
and its cyclones and waves have taken us
we are back looking for the glitter of each other's eyes
and then we laugh and then the world has heard us
yes, nostalgia is the word that people seldom use
as they move on with their respective lives
but we are here once again
nostalgia is the theme, it is here and soon it will leave
we are once again full even for once
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Obsession
Making somebody happy is a question of give and take
You can learn how to show it so come on, give yourself a break
Every smile and every little touch
Don't you know that they mean so much
Sweet sweet kisses so tender
Always will return to sender
Like a bang, a boom-a-boomerang
Dum-be-dum-dum be-dum-be-dum-dum
Oh bang, a boom-a-boomerang
Love is a tune you hum-de-hum-hum
So give it away, I think you'll learn
You'll get love in return
So bang, a boom-a-boomerang is love
A boom-a-boomerang is love
Love is always around and you can look for it anywhere
When you feel that you've found it my advice is to take good care
Never use it as a selfish tool
Never ever be such a fool
Every feeling you're showing
Is a boomerang you're throwing
Yes a bang, a boom-a-boomerang
Dum-be-dum-dum be-dum-be-dum-dum
Oh bang, a boom-a-boomerang
Love is a tune you hum-de-hum-hum
So give it away, I think you'll learn
You'll get love in return
So bang, a boom-a-boomerang is love
And if you're warm and tender
I'll kiss you, return to sender
Please surrender
Bang, a boom-a-boomerang
Dum-be-dum-dum be-dum-be-dum-dum
Oh bang, a boom-a-boomerang is love
A boom-a-boomerang is love
song performed by by Sugababes
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Don't Hie Yourself to the Hideout.
Why you dear, vanished from my sight?
If honest words hurt your heart
then hot springs burst from the snowy mountains
must also harm human folk.
Right advice will be sour to taste
but once chewed, haste won't throw you into waste.
Your mind curtseyed to hypocrisy
but turned off from melting mercy.
The gleaming stars going dim at early dawn,
come back with cheerful looks in the coming night.
The flowers shut their petals in the chill evening,
open and smile in elegance in the morn.
The birds welcoming the dawn with chirps,
do the orchestra again in the birth of next day.
The animals quenching their thirst leave the pond,
with gratefulness and trace the trails back to the spot.
The seasons bid bye not to die
but to revive again with spirit and verve.
The turtles hibernate for half year and wake up back
to explore the strange, unknown places.
The soaring eagle doesn't hover for ever.
The rivers lured to the seas come back as rainy clouds.
Living things sprouting from the earth return to it as dust.
Had you been away by the pride of your beauty,
I wouldn't have felt about you.
If you were off by the dictates of your heart,
then who could heal this bleeding heart?
If you play hard to get me back in thy heart,
you're human, otherwise worse than the animals.
Tell me dear, why you hied to the hideout,
or kill me hiding for long into the human jungle.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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You hesitate to stab me with a word, and know not - silence is the sharper sword.
quote by Samuel Johnson
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Sonnet: You Can’t Undo Whatever’s Done
Can one undo the hurt the hurt that’s made by tongue?
When will they heal, the wounds caused by writ word?
What is the use of parliament when hung?
Authority’s no whip to drive the herd!
Can cobra annul venom it had fanged?
Can you put back the flesh pieces of blast?
Can life return to man already hanged?
How long can contempt born of anger last?
Good food is poison if limit is crossed;
The pampered child is problem forever;
A slave hits back when inhumanly bossed;
Nobody stands for long, a high fever!
There is a time to make up for all things;
There are limits for things done by earthlings.
poem by John Celes
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