Evarra And His Gods
~Read here:
This is the story of Evarra -- man --
Maker of Gods in lands beyond the sea.~
Because the city gave him of her gold,
Because the caravans brought turquoises,
Because his life was sheltered by the King,
So that no man should maim him, none should steal,
Or break his rest with babble in the streets
When he was weary after toil, he made
An image of his God in gold and pearl,
With turquoise diadem and human eyes,
A wonder in the sunshine, known afar,
And worshipped by the King; but, drunk with pride,
Because the city bowed to him for God,
He wrote above the shrine: "~Thus Gods are made,
And whoso makes them otherwise shall die.~"
And all the city praised him. . . . Then he died.
~Read here the story of Evarra -- man --
Maker of Gods in lands beyond the sea.~
Because the city had no wealth to give,
Because the caravans were spoiled afar,
Because his life was threatened by the King,
So that all men despised him in the streets,
He hewed the living rock, with sweat and tears,
And reared a God against the morning-gold,
A terror in the sunshine, seen afar,
And worshipped by the King; but, drunk with pride,
Because the city fawned to bring him back,
He carved upon the plinth: "~Thus Gods are made,
And whoso makes them otherwise shall die.~"
And all the people praised him. . . . Then he died.
~Read here the story of Evarra -- man --
Maker of Gods in lands beyond the sea.~
Because he lived among a simple folk,
Because his village was between the hills,
Because he smeared his cheeks with blood of ewes,
He cut an idol from a fallen pine,
Smeared blood upon its cheeks, and wedged a shell
Above its brows for eyes, and gave it hair
Of trailing moss, and plaited straw for crown.
And all the village praised him for this craft,
And brought him butter, honey, milk, and curds.
Wherefore, because the shoutings drove him mad,
He scratched upon that log: "~Thus Gods are made,
And whoso makes them otherwise shall die.~"
And all the people praised him. . . . Then he died.
~Read here the story of Evarra -- man --
Maker of Gods in lands beyond the sea.~
Because his God decreed one clot of blood
Should swerve one hair's-breadth from the pulse's path,
And chafe his brain, Evarra mowed alone,
Rag-wrapped, among the cattle in the fields,
Counting his fingers, jesting with the trees,
And mocking at the mist, until his God
Drove him to labour. Out of dung and horns
Dropped in the mire he made a monstrous God,
Abhorrent, shapeless, crowned with plantain tufts,
And when the cattle lowed at twilight-time,
He dreamed it was the clamour of lost crowds,
And howled among the beasts: "~Thus Gods are made,
And whoso makes them otherwise shall die.~"
Thereat the cattle bellowed. . . . Then he died.
Yet at the last he came to Paradise,
And found his own four Gods, and that he wrote;
And marvelled, being very near to God,
What oaf on earth had made his toil God's law,
Till God said mocking: "Mock not. These be thine."
Then cried Evarra: "I have sinned!" -- "Not so.
If thou hadst written otherwise, thy Gods
Had rested in the mountain and the mine,
And I were poorer by four wondrous Gods,
And thy more wondrous law, Evarra. Thine,
Servant of shouting crowds and lowing kine."
Thereat, with laughing mouth, but tear-wet eyes,
Evarra cast his Gods from Paradise.
~This is the story of Evarra -- man --
Maker of Gods in lands beyond the sea.~
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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you gave me my life.
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Some said the city is an ugly place
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I thought the city gave me hers.
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When The Book Of Life Is Read
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by hank williams, sr.
Capo: 4th fret/key: f#/play: d
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Bookworm
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There's story that makes me desperate
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Sonnet: Abide in God
God, help me live as per Thy divine Will!
Enamored by the world, let me not live;
Let temptations not make my heart/ soul ill;
Let me for Thy sake live and my life give.
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The righteous path is but one thing worthwhile;
And life is God’s greatest gift that we hold;
And sin which God detests, let us not pile.
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Let us return that love a hundredfold,
By living life as per the Maker’s norm;
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Gods Bless This Wet Sex City.
Gods bless this wet sex city.
Gods bless me in the wet famale city
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is very plain to read
it starts the day you came
and ends the day you leave
The story of my life
begins and ends with you
the names are still the same
and the story's still the truth
I was alone
you found my waiting
and made me your own
I was afraid
that somehow I never could be
the man that you wanted of me
You're the story of my life
and every word is true
each chapter sings your name
each page begins with you
It's the story of our times
and never letting go
and if I die today
I wanted you to know
Stay with my here
share with me care with me
stay and be near
and when it began
I'd lie awake every night
just knowing somewhere deep inside
that our affair just might write
The story of my life
it's so very plain to read
it starts the day you came
and ends the day you leave
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Emerald City Sequence
(quincy jones/charlie smalls)
Emerald city green:
I want to be seen green
Wouldnt be caught dead, red
cause if you are seen green
It means you got mean bread
Youve got to be seen green
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If youre not seen green
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song performed by by Diana Ross
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I Gave My Love A Diamond
I gave my love a diamond, a ten cent stone,
I gave her lonely teardrops and nights alone.
I gave my love a promise that had no truth,
What good is a promise without no truth ?
I gave my love a fortune in silver and gold,
I gave it to her lie by lie by lie by lie that I had told.
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What good is a story thats got no end ? tell me.
I wrote her that wed get married in about one years time.
I wrote her in a boxcar on the memphis line.
I sent my love a letter without no stamp - ha!
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Goodbye baby,
Im feelin so alone Im movin on.
I aint got no tall tale.
Dont call me - Ill call you.
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song performed by by Van Morrison
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The Story Of My Life
Words and music by neil diamond
The story of my life is very plain to read
It starts the day you came
And ends the day you leave
The story of my life begins and ends with you
The names are still the same
And the storys still the truth
I was alone.
You found me waiting and made me your own
I was afraid
That somehow I never could be a man that you wanted of me
Youre the story of my life, and every word is true
Each chapter sings your name
Each page begins with you
Its the story of our times and never letting go
If I die today, I wannted yo to know
Stay with me here
Share with me, care with me
Stay and be near
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Just knowing somewhere deep inside
That our affair just might write
The story of my life is very plain to read
It starts the day you came
It ends the day you leave
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Vantage Point
Show yourself to me and,
Let me love you;
City of Gold!
City of Love!
City of Peace!
City of Life!
City of Care;
Like these little things,
These little rivers,
These windows!
Like a glass artist;
And, to the vantage point.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Saint Patty s Day Poem -Enjoy
LEPRECHAUN (3/16/12)
The leprechauns are singing and dancing
Around their pot of gold
For they have a story that must be told.
Of a man who they called St. pat
Who through his fear pulled in the welcome mat.
He knew that the wee people were mischievous beings
And all they done he was seeing.
They would play jokes on all around
Although they couldn't be seen, and didn't make a sound.
They would go to the nearest inns
And spike the ales and the gin.
Once they saw that everyone was polluted
They would go in and their purses would be looted.
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Or at least that's how the story was told.
They knew that most would tend to forget
And this was the easiest way yet.
Being robbed and not recalling
And their wives would start their balling.
Now if one of them could be caught
To their pots of gold, that person must be brought
But On this pot of gold there was a spell cast
That if taken- it would not last
It would be spent drinking the night away
And in the morning, the leprechauns would once again play.
So enjoy this ST. PATTY S day
For in their hands the gold will stay.
poem by Louis Rams
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A Piori Love
In dreams / I formed you
In sweat / I gave you life
In tears / I gave you passion
In the heat / I gave you molten eyes
In the night / I gave you raven hair
In the morning / I gave you dawn’s smile
In the tremor / I gave you love
With the spark of infinity / I brought you forth
poem by Guillermo Veloso
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The Box
The brain inside the box, landscapes of maps,
where needless like a compass, stitch the way,
cleaver, but not as often wiser,
like grain of sand, no much important, at the blowing wind.
Hunt by nature, ice and dry, shaping our life
Survivor in this mud, where silence flies emerges.
The ancestor corps
Time and age, the gods we pray.
The primordial silence, now awake
Thunder staring, mountain boiling,
and the valley harvest, grain and maize,
at the cloud shadowing skies.
And the man called it paradise.
And so the city wall, arise
inside our mind.
Dwell in temples, manmade,
for gods to stay.
Just another dream, inside the box,
pouring tears, made for last.
Billion's years,
and then disappears.
Emptiness, is to be fill.
Of dreams made real
by the man's eyes, by the soul light.
The gift that god gave to us
the story of our life's
the faith and the fight
the empty box of life.
To be fill....
poem by Luca Menin
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How'd You Get So Rich
If you want to ask me
How'd you get so rich?
I'll tell you the story,
the following of which...
I once was a lost sinner
and condemned to hell
But Jesus saved my soul
and now I've a story to tell
Im saved, Im saved,
Jesus ransomed my soul
He gave me eternal riches
and life so abundant and full
Jesus ransomed my soul
with His own shed blood
forgave me of my sin
and pulled me out of the mire and mud
He gave to me an inheritance
that can never be taken away
I'll live with him eternally
and walk on streets of gold someday
poem by Cindy Wyatt
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Obituary of a Renowned Indian Surgeon
A noble soul has passed away from earth!
He touched the hearts of thousands since his birth;
He sowed the seeds of sympathy and love,
Akin to that, that flows from God above!
His life was one of devotion to work;
He lit the lives of those living in dark;
He brought back joy to some who had lost it;
He made their bodies unhealthy, most fit!
He served his God by serving his brethren;
He made the world around him like heaven;
He left his glory upon earth for now;
His glory waits in God’s city above!
Such souls are rare who live for others’ sake;
Such creatures come from Maker’s special make;
Such lives have made this world like paradise;
Their lives will stay forever like sunrise!
This surgeon’s knife now rests in others’ hands!
His fame and name has spread to many lands;
His trail was etched on exemplary sands;
He’s gone to join the Maker’s choicest bands!
His noble life will pave the way for more;
He chose to enter God-sent newer door;
His love for human beings formed life’s core;
His example was one unseen before!
Such flowers blossom rarely once a while,
Perfuming air that spreads beyond the mile;
Their beauty has to wither but in style,
Remaining on the pages of God’s file!
‘May his soul rest in peace, till time shall some day cease! ’
Fondly dedicated with reverence to the philanthropist Dr.N.S. Murali, Hon. Sec., VHS, Chennai.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-5-2009
poem by John Celes
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In The City
He is just a boy in the city
Dressed the same hes uniformly pretty
He knows its the time
He can read the signs
He can really change
In the city
The best dressed boy in town he thinks its funny
Half a dozen jobs makes his money
He is just a boy in the city
Friday night propels walter mitty
Its about time
He can read the signs
A night on the town
In the city
Monday is a work day
Tuesdays much the same
Wednesday comes and goes away
Thursdays back again
Friday night is sunday in the morning
Monday brings the weekends final yawning
Now its about time
He has crossed the line
He is miles away
In the city
(city!)
(city!)
(city!)
(city!)
Now its about time
He can read the signs
He can really change
It is on his mind
He has crossed the line
He has gone once more
From the city
song performed by by Madness
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The Maker Said Take Her
I was taught to believe, and never to doubt
The man up above, knows what he's talking about.
So when I heard that voice, so loud and clear,
Speak to my heart I knew that she must be near.
The maker said take her and love her forever
Take care of her for life
And treat her right
I never was the one for listening very well
I walked my own way and felt what I felt
Further out of touch with the master plan
she was like a flight to the promised land
And
The maker said take her and love her forever
Take care of her for life
Never forsake her, don't be a heartbreaker
The maker said take her and treat her right.
Just treat her right
He placed an angel in the palm of my hands
And for once of my life I obeyed his comands
I'll take her and lover her forever
Take care of her for life
Never forsake her, don't be a heartbreaker
The maker said take her and treat her right.
Just treat her right.
Just treat her right.
The maker said take her and love her forever;
Take care of her for life.
Never forsake her, don't be no heartbreaker
The maker said take her and treat her right.
And treat her right
For life
song performed by by Alabama
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