To Victoria Neale, Where Ever She Be
Victoria Neale is a true Nomad.
She walks the land on well feathered paths.
Her stride is long and bold.
Her journey wide eyed and full.
Yes, she is a mother - of children and invention.
Takes them where ever she roams.
Along the way she is not just seen,
people take notice of Victoria Neale.
Because the true Nomad is rare and on the wane.
She walks between seasons
tracing the arc of the sun
where open sky invites all those who dare.
Where those who dare skip like stones on a marble pond.
She does not follow the migration.
The wake in the prairie grass is her own.
She is driven by the solution to mystery.
There is always time for a tale.
Her story grows taller by the year,
time grows shorter by the day.
And when the sky finally closes in,
when the feathers are trampled stiff
and the marble worn away,
Victoria Neale the Nomad
will go beyond the hills time has made
and rest in the shade of grace.
poem by Ronald Shields
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Victoria
Long ago life was clean
Sex was bad and obscene
And the rich were so mean
Stately homes for the lords
Croquet lawns, village greens
Victoria was my queen
Victoria, victoria, victoria, toria
I was born, lucky me
In a land that I love
Though I am poor, I am free
When I grow I shall fight
For this land I shall die
Let her sun never set
Victoria, victoria, victoria, toria
Victoria, victoria, victoria, toria
Land of hope and gloria
Land of my victoria
Land of hope and gloria
Land of my victoria
Victoria, toria
Victoria, victoria, victoria, toria
Canada to india
Australia to cornwall
Singapore to hong kong
From the west to the east
From the rich to the poor
Victoria loved them all
Victoria, victoria, victoria, toria
Victoria, victoria, victoria
song performed by by Kinks
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The Nomad
Like a mirage riding on the desert sand
Like a vision floating with the desert winds
Know the secret of the ancient desert lands
you're the keeper of the mystery in your hands
Nomad rider of the ancient east
Nomad rider that men know the least
Nomad where you come from no one knows
Nomad where you go to no one tells
Undercover of the veil of your disguise
The men that fear you are the ones that you despise
No one's certain what your future will behold
You're a legend your own history will be told
Nomad rider of the ancient east
Nomad rider that men know the least
Nomad where you come from no one knows
Nomad where you go to no one tells
No one dares to even look or glance your way
Your reputation goes before you they all say
Like a spirit that can disappear at will
Many claim of things but no one's seen you kill
Nomad
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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The Moon and the Nomad
t is a long night.
The vehicles zoom on the highway,
Leaves ruffle,
The moon is veiled by pollutants.
The moon chokes,
Struggles to regain its serenity,
A nomad tries to purge the toxins,
The nomad knows he is somehow responsible for the discomfort.
The moon was used to purge itself from all toxins,
For the first time it needed the nomad,
The nomad was in pain too,
The moon wished to regain its tranquility to ease the nomad.
The night is long,
The nomad has a long way to go beyond the moon and the stars,
The moon is icy cold,
The toxins are consuming the moon.
poem by Susmita Biswas
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The Dream From The Past
Every night I dream,
Thousands of hours of war,
Mother Nile emits the tale of my scar,
The Land of Sphinx and Pharoahs of the damned,
The Land of progression and the corpses were rammed,
The Nomad rose up and threw down his horse,
The galloped the golden sand with the force of Ra,
He challenged the Pharoah in the battle of might,
Last man to stand should sling other's neck in a torque,
The Nomad rose up and charged with aggression,
The defense of Pharoah flowed up in frustration,
The swings, the flings, the charges, the assaults,
Blood splattered and smeared;
A corpse fell down and Nomad rose up from the sand,
The Nomad ruled the Land of mighty Ramses and beautiful Cleopatra,
He remembers the time serving the town of Hamunapatra,
The Nomad, the Messiah fought bad and evil with the might of Osiris,
Imhotep died a death of glory,
Mummified and laid to rest,
His spirits found a new body and flowed to Peninsula,
But the scabbard was left vacant and the sword was still held high.
poem by Vikrant Jog
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Victoria
Turnin' over again
Here for another day
Still the thoughts of a dream
Fragments you can't escape
I won't let you down
Won't let you down
I won't let you down
Victoria (Victoria)
Let's take it from the start
Back to the beginning
Victoria (Victoria)
I can't breathe when we're apart
Without you there's nothing without you
Standin' out in the rain
Watchin' the traffic slow
As the light begins to fade
You're warmed by the city glow
I won't let you down
Won't let you down
I won't let you down
Victoria (Victoria)
Let's take it from the start
Back to the beginning
Victoria (Victoria)
I can't breathe when we're apart
Without you there's nothing without you
There's nothing (There's nothing)
Nothing
Turnin' over again
Here for another day
Victoria (Victoria)
Let's take it from the start
Back to the beginning
Victoria (Victoria)
I can't breathe when we're apart
Without you there's nothing without you
song performed by by Feeder
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Maria And Victoria Play Date
Excited to see me they waited anxiously by door,
within minutes a make believe land was on the floor.
Maria hid Razel right away, hiding her for the rest of the day.
Then of course Victoria would play,
pretend games with Victoria and doll Melodie Mezoree’.
Years later I would give a party for real,
it would be Victoria’s birthday party in the Wisconsin hills.
Again Razel puppet would be hidden and not to be seen,
she would freeze the party for she was mean.
I took photos to remember this time,
a birthday celebration for Victoria
with sister Maria and friends that were kind.
Friends had to find magical treasures
and break the ice spells cast,
Say “Happy Birthday to Victoria”
while she sat in birthday chair at last.
Birthday cake was blown out
and presents opened all about.
More photos were taken of Victoria, Maria and friends
to remember the Birthday Celebration of playing pretend.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on November 8,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Victoria
Victoria, victoria I could love you for a hundred years
And still want more of ya!
Its been a long time now since high school days
But when Im with you, darling you still amaze me
No one could ever come before ya
God knows how much I still adore ya
My victoria, victoria, I could love you for a hundred years
And still want more of ya!
Hey little girl when we first met
I was shaking so hard you really made me sweat
You opened up my eyes and showed me
You took me by surprise and floored me
We walked to school together
Just a boy and a girl
We talked through all kinds of weather
About giving our love a whirl
Do you remember at the high school dance
When the beach boys sang about good vibrations
My victoria, victoria, I could love you for a hundred years
And still want more of ya!
We walked to school together
Just a boy and a girl
We talked through all kinds of weather
About giving our love a whirl
We were cruisin the strip every friday night
Headin for the beach in a two tone torc flight
First time I turned and saw you
God only knows I love you
Never anyone before you
Dont you know I still adore you
My victoria, victoria ...........chorus to fade
(sweet)
(copyright 1980 garthward limited)
song performed by by Nazareth
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Victoria
Stripping flowers at pedal pace
Twirling blur of legs, legs and lace
Victoria, she loves her name
Running flushed our faces red
Daring her to kiss, to kiss my head
Victoria, she loves her name
Bathing in her innocence
Then drowned in her indifference
Victoria
I left her on her frozen route
I grew up while she, she grew out
Victoria, she loves her name
A social climb by offering love
til everyone was inside of
Victoria
Loves
Now my love wont make amends
You cut the cord on which your life depends
Victoria, she loves her name
Like cheating in a childrens game
Victory doesnt taste the same
Yet victoria, she loves her name
Victoria
Loves
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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Where Your Road Leads
(written by victoria shaw and desmond child)
I believe in miracles
I believe in signs
And I believe that mountains move
One prayer at a time
If I could be an angel
Id make your every wish come true
But I am only human
Just a woman
Lovin you
Where your road leads
I will follow
When your heart bleeds
Ill be there for you
When your night grows dark
And you cant find your tomorrow
Then you can follow me
Someday well look back and see
Our footprints in the sand
Sometimes you would carry me
And sometimes youd be in my hands
If we can love forever
That wont be long enough for me
I want to hold you tender
Be your shelter
All you need
Where your road leads
I will follow
When your heart bleeds
Ill be there for you
When your night grows dark
And you cant find your tomorrow
Then you can follow me
Oh, we can be each others guiding light
Through this long and winding life
Where your road leads
I will follow
When your heart bleeds
Ill be there for you
When your night grows dark
And you cant find your tomorrow
When youve lost sight of your dreams
Then you can follow me
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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When I started Victoria Principal Products, there were 22 full-time employees - they were all women.
quote by Victoria Principal
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Victoria
Dear dead Victoria
Rotted cosily;
In excelsis gloria,
And R. I. P.
And her shroud was buttoned neat,
And her bones were clean and round,
And her soul was at her feet
Like a bishop's marble hound.
Albert lay a-drying,
Lavishly arrayed,
With his soul out flying
Where his heart had stayed.
And there's some could tell you what land
His spirit walks serene
(But I've heard them say in Scotland
It's never been seen).
poem by Dorothy Parker
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Teddy O'Neale
I've come to the cabin he danced his wild jigs in,
As neat a mud palace as ever was seen;
And considering it served to keep poultry and pigs in,
I'm sure it was always most elegant clean.
But now all about it seems lonely and dreary,
All sad and all silent, no piper, no reel;
Not even the sun, through the casement, is cheery,
Since I miss the dear, darling boy, Teddy O'Neale.
I dreamt but last night--oh! bad luck to my dreaming,
I'd die if I thought 'twould come truly to pass,--
But I dreamt, while the tears down my pillow were streaming,
That Teddy was courting another fair lass.
Oh! didn't I wake with a weeping and wailing,--
The grief of that thought was too deep to conceal;
My mother cried--'Norah, child, what is your ailing?'
And all I could utter was--'Teddy O'Neale!'
Shall I ever forget when the big ship was ready,
And the moment was come when my love must depart;
How I sobbed like a spalpeen, 'Good-bye to you, Teddy!'
With drops on my cheek and a stone at my heart.
He says 'tis to better his fortune he's roving,
But what would be gold to the joy I should feel,
If I saw him come back to me, honest and loving,
Still poor, but my own darling, Teddy O'Neale.
poem by Eliza Cook
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To A Queen (In Answer To Alfred Lord Tennyson) (Pastiche)
Tempered, complicated – O you that bold
send armies from your office to roam the earth
spoiled by charms, power from birth
your deception has been told since the kings of old.
Victoria, - from your royal face,
from your lips to your brow
snobbishness did flow,
without grace, you treated my people base.
And should your weakness, be reported everywhere,
in gossip and jokes in your fallen empire that declines with time
then let this verse, this rhyme
tell of the worthlessness and how without care,
Then – your soldiers made mistakes,
and in a wild march to scorch the earth, women and children did fall
while you sat enthroned behind a palace-wall
while under trampling boots, canon fire the earth shakes –
Take, Madam, these accusations along,
for from your faults my people was buried in dust,
while Englishmen were heathen they could not trust,
your mindlessness, at a time flowed strong,
And as a ruler spoiling blood
you will have a price to pay in the last day!
May children of my nation’s children say:
“She robbed our parents from liberty, property and food.”
“Her court was impure, her life unclean;
God unleash your power against every vile purpose,
let Your eternal judgment in its reckoning close
against Victoria’s descendants, against the queen; ”
“And to the men who at her councils met
who knew when to rape, pillage and take
let You of them a example make,
them who bounded freedom, abusing wider yet”
“By shaping unwanted, unjust decree after decree
which made the innocents blood spill
who exercised their own will
and forever cursed Victoria and they will be.”
poem by Gert Strydom
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Widows Walk
Weary as she walks alone,
Down forgotten dusty path.
Ravens dropp into the grass,
Seeking rest from miles flown.
Trying to get home by dawn,
Mourning widow softly weeps.
Just behind, a Raven stalks,
For her love is now long gone.
poem by Victoria Alyse Gleason
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For The Victory At Agincourt
Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!
Owre kynge went forth to Normandy,
With grace and myzt of chivalry;
The God for him wrouzt marvelously,
Wherefore Englonde may calle, and cry
Deo gratias:
Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria.
He sette a sege, the sothe for to say,
To Harflue toune with ryal aray;
That toune he wan and made a fray,
That Fraunce shall rywe tyl domes day.
Deo gratias:
Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria.
Then went owre kynge with alle his oste
Thorowe Fraunce for all the Frenshe boste;
He spared 'for' drede of leste ne most,
Tyl he come to Agincourt coste.
Deo gratias:
Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria.
Than for sothe that knyzt comely
In Agincourt feld he fauzt manly,
Thorow grace of God most myzty
He had both the felde and the victory:
Deo gratias:
Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria.
Ther dukys and erlys, lorde and barone,
Were take and slayne and that wel sone,
And some were ledde in to Lundone
With joye and merthe and grete renone.
Deo gratias:
Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria.
Now gracious God he save owre kynge,
His peple and all his wel wyllynge,
Gef him gode lyfe and gode endynge,
That we with merth mowe savely synge
Deo gratias:
Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria.
poem by Anonymous Olde English
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Oh Sing Us Of Central Victoria
Oh sing us of central Victoria of places like Daylesford, Maryborough and Castlemaine
To that flat and open brown country that welcomes every dropp of rain
Where gold miners flocked to in their thousands a century and a half ago
And where some even amassed great fortunes in the goldfields of old Bendigo.
Oh sing us of Central Victoria the brown lands I fancy I see
Far Inland and away from suburbia some say it is God's own country
Where Indigenous black tribes once hunted in an ancient land as old as time
The ballad singers sing about it and the bards by it inspired to rhyme.
Oh sing us of Central Victoria of Maldon and Hepburn Springs
Where in the cool months of the Winter the dark bird the currawong sings,
The young man lives and works in the city but he often visualize
The beautiful song of the magpie away from the traffic and noise.
Oh sing us of Central Victoria if you feel like singing a song
Of those ancient brown lands of Victoria the God of the black tribes belong
Away from polluted suburbia where welcome swallow chirp and fly
And butcherbird's clear pleasant fluting echo to the still morning sky.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Victoria, You Lose This Time
You lose this time Victoria
And you hide yourself in a room
Like a puppy frightened by some
Firecrackers,
Is this your first time
Losing what you wish
And love?
I see you shrink in the park
On thick black sunglasses
Your fingers fidgety
Beside your hips
You were walking fast
Almost running
In steps rushing like
Elevator stairs,
Away from everyone
Who knows you,
This must be your first time,
Losing,
But you will soon recover,
Tears will dry
And the trembling will soon be over,
You will calm down
On some anti-anxiety drugs,
Relax,
you will soon recover,
But there will be more
Losses to follow,
The thing is
We cannot avoid learning this art
Of losing & recovering,
This is life, Victoria
Welcome, and learn with me,
I will lead you and tell more stories
About myself,
When I was your age
Of questioning and resistance
Like a little child
So confused.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You lose this time Victoria
And you hide yourself in a room
Like a puppy frightened by some
Firecrackers,
Is this your first time
Losing what you wish
And love?
I see you shrink in the park
On thick black sunglasses
Your fingers fidgety
Beside your hips
You were walking fast
Almost running
In steps rushing like
Elevator stairs,
Away from everyone
Who knows you,
This must be your first time,
Losing,
But you will soon recover,
Tears will dry
And the trembling will soon be over,
You will calm down
On some anti-anxiety drugs,
Relax,
you will soon recover,
But there will be more
Losses to follow,
The thing is
We cannot avoid learning this art
Of losing & recovering,
This is life, Victoria
Welcome, and learn with me,
I will lead you and tell more stories
About myself,
When I was your age
Of questioning and resistance
Like a little child
So confused.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Fairy Tale
My life starts and stops with you.
You made me realize u were my luckiest find.
I never imagined life to be so beautiful.
It became once you started making way into my mind.
Smiles kept eluding me very often,
Happiness kept playing hide and seeks every now and then,
I had been wondering about aimlessly like a nomad,
I kept searching for that elusive diamond among plentiful pebbles.
It was worth being a nomad
It was worth a wander,
My boulevard came to an end at last,
I felt as if I’ve got what I thought,
Though diamonds loose their shine with time,
But u seem to glitter almost every time,
Though diamonds cost a hefty sum,
You have been a priceless one.
I had never dreamt of what I’ve got now,
But I’ll forever cherish whatever I have now,
My saddest thoughts started changing into sweetest dreams,
My lonely valley started blooming with beautiful greens.
You listened 2 my songs,
You danced to my tunes,
You listened calmly to my endless queries,
You listened to me as if I was narrating tale of fairies.
The fairy tale was short lived,
It came to an abrupt and tragic end,
The fairy went to heavens for a long leave,
The fairy's prince was left in a lonely lane.
Loneliness started creeping again
But never did I feel alone,
Your sweet memories were running in my vein
You made your presence felt whenever I was alone.
I've lost the fairy diamond now,
I’ve got nothing to lose more,
I have lost my luckiest find now,
I don’t want to find another anymore.
poem by Jameel Ahmed Ansari
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Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to 'jump at the sun.' We might not land on the sun, but at least we would get off the ground.
quote by Zora Neale Hurston
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