London Stone
WHEN you come to London Town,
(Grieving-grieving!)
Bring your flowers and lay them down
At the place of grieving.
When you come to London Town,
(Grieving-grieving!)
Bow your head and mourn your own,
With the others grieving.
For those minutes, let it wake
(Grieving-grieving!)
All the empty-heart and ache
That is not cured by grieving.
For those minutes, tell no lie:
(Grieving-grieving!)
'Grave, this is thy victory;
And the sting of death is grieving.'
Where's our help, from earth or heaven,
(Grieving-grieving!)
To comfort us for what we've given,
And only gained the grieving.
Heaven's too far and earth too near,
(Grieving-grieving!)
But our neighbour's standing here,
Grieving as we're grieving.
What's his burden every day?
(Grieving-grieving!)
Nothing man can count or weigh,
But loss and love's own grieving.
What is the tie betwixt us two
(Grieving-grieving!)
That must last our whole lives through?
'As I suffer, so do you.'
That may ease the grieving.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes
(d. hoffman-livingston)
A dream is wish your heart makes
When youre past asleep
In dreams, you will lose your heartache
Whatever you wished for, you keep
Have faith in your dream and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling too
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream that you wish will come true
La la la la la la la la la la la rin
Ohh oh la ra la ra la rin
Ohh oh la ra la ra la rin
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream tha you wish will come true
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream tha you wish will come true
song performed by by Lea Salonga
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Day Of Mourn (Maguindanao Massacre)
11/26
The sun rose early behind the mountains
But never shone its rays on the face of the grieving
Darkness cloaked the land below my feet
Shaken the world with great terror and anguish
11/26
It’s a morn of mourning; a date of grieving
A day to unite and pray, for the departed victims
Come! Join us…… simultaneously, we shall light a candle
Come! Join us……. in unison we shall utter a moment of prayer
Let the candle’s wick burn until justice is serve
Let the grieving souls find tranquility on their grave
Let us all pray for JUSTICE name
Let us all pray and stop this demonic game
Come! Join us…..light a candle for this mournful day
Pray for the victims and make the perpetuators pay
26th of November,2009
poem by Catrina Heart
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Grieving The Loss Of Stuff!
I just heard on world news tonight
that this generation of children
are grieving the loss of STUFF?
I couldn't believe what my ears had heard
they think they're all having it all so tuff?
Would they have grieved or missed it all?
If we as parents would have just given less?
And maybe not gone and filled their lives with STUFF
and given them, our parental best!
Grieving the loss of STUFF?
I can't believe what we have now become!
To place a price on the stuff in life!
and not that of what our lives
have given to the world and done!
So let this generation weep awhile!
they need to know what is really tuff!
And then they won't have time to moan
about not having all that STUFF!
poem by Linda Winchell
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Drunk On Grieving
we get so drunk
in our own personal grieving:
lost loves, lost family members,
lost jobs, lost houses, lost dreams....
we forget thet grieving
is a part of the human condition....
and most important, we
are a part of the human condition!
that which hurts one hurts all.
healing is a joint endeavor!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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My Guitar Is Silent Now
My guitar is silent now.
Because you've gone away...
And there's,
No strings attached!
And no song can be matched to that.
And...
My guitar is silent now.
Gone from me is a need to tune up...
A humming done we did.
With happiness,
We celebrated.
And...
My guitar is silent now!
I have a need to sing the blues,
But...
Who would want to believe,
I'm as sad-as-I-can-be.
And...
Woe no no no...woe, no!
Baby, baby can't you see me deep grieving?
And...
Woe no no no...woe, no!
My heart is broken into pieces in me!
My guitar is silent now.
Because you've gone away...
And there's,
No strings attached!
And no song can be matched to that.
And...
Woe no no no...woe, no!
Baby, baby can't you see me deep grieving?
And...
Woe no no no...woe, no!
My heart is broken into pieces in me!
My guitar is silent now.
Gone from me is a need to tune up...
A humming done we did.
With happiness,
We celebrated.
And...
My guitar is silent now!
I have a need to sing the blues,
But...
Who would want to believe,
I'm as sad-as-I can be.
And...
Woe no no no...woe, no!
Baby, baby can't you see me deep grieving?
And...
Woe no no no...woe, no!
My heart is broken into pieces in me!
And...
Woe no no no...woe, no!
Baby, baby can't you see me deep grieving?
And...
Woe no no no...woe, no!
My heart is broken into pieces in me!
Woe no no no...woe, no!
My heart is broken into pieces in me!
And...
My guitar,
Is silent now.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You don't go around grieving all the time, but the grief is still there and always will be.
quote by Nigella Lawson
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That Pigeon
Tony just brought
a pigeon
in his house
put it in a cage and
feed it
some grains
beside a bowl of
water
Every night since then
i cannot sleep
hearing always the sound
of a sobbing woman
grieving
i keep telling myself
that it is just
a pigeon temporarily
adopting to a momentary loss
of her freedom
Horrible nights
lots of horrible nights
the sounds of groaning griefs
are penetrating the walls of my mind
until one day
the pigeon died and Tony buried it
beside his house
now the pebbles are giving me
the silence of the dead
the air is so quiet
looking at an empty cage
somehow i feel guilty
not about the pigeon but about Tony
well, the story is quite long
what business do i have there?
last night i was thinking
what if it was Tony who died
and the pigeon went out of that cage
and buried him there
beside that lonely house?
shall i not hear the grieving sounds of
that pigeon again?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Grieving for misfortunes is adding gall to wormwood.
Grief
When friends have gone, memories shall not,
Be unkind as the fragrant flowers that fade,
With vast images moving hands and foot,
And sinking through into where grief reside.
Within the mind, emotions overwhelm and define,
Streams moving slowly in pitiless winding flow,
And take each dropp of darkness beyond time,
To heal under rainy clouds made of sorrow.
Passing the source illusion of heart has taken,
The loved given to all; and love left alone,
In clouds that took sorrow could not be awaken,
To signs of grieving until grieving is done.
Then feelings awake to cope with the pain,
Having patiently waited for the release day,
When joy resonate will come resolute again,
And grief floats in the clouds away.
If there be swords that tears the heart open,
And leave bitter scares of inescapable reality,
To numb the existence of human being,
It is the vulnerability of grief in our society.
poem by Gerry Legister
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Akatova Na Machozi Mengi
Akatova na machozi mengi
After he past away here on earth
And everybody is grieving here on earth
That was a big loss for all everybody that knew him
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Dont Cross The River
Theres a little girl
Out lying on her own
Shes got a broken heart
Shes not the kind
You take down for long
She knows and
Plays it smart
And if shes coming
Shes shown no more
Shes heard no whistle
Blowing from the door
She feels like leaving and
She dont know why
Without no bridges
Shes trapped
So I sigh
[chorus:]
Dont cross the river
If you cant swim the tide
Dont try denying
Living on the other side
All your life you were
On your own
If you want
You can ride my train
Soon forget the reason
That youre leaving
Lose yourself and
Then sometimes
Maybe even save yourself
Some grieving
[repeat chorus]
If you want
You can ride my train
Soon forget the reason
That youre leaving
Lose yourself and
Then sometimes
Maybe even save yourself
Some grieving
[repeat chorus]
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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The fire was followed by a period of grieving and then by an incredible lightness, freedom, and mobility.
quote by Martin Puryear
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I Wont Be the 'Chief of Relief
Did you get my letter in the mail,
Saying I wont bail out your failure.
Did you get my letter in the mail?
You shoulda got it without fail.
Did you get my letter in the mail,
Saying I wont bail out your failure.
Did you get my letter in the mail?
You shoulda got it without fail.
No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
For your reach outs when your grieving.
No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
To be there only when you need me!
No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
For your reach outs when your grieving.
No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
To be there only when you need me!
Did you get my letter in the mail,
Saying I wont bail out your failure.
Did you get my letter in the mail?
You shoulda got it without fail.
Did you get my letter in the mail,
Saying I wont bail out your failure.
Did you get my letter in the mail?
You shoulda got it without fail.
No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
For your reach outs when your grieving.
No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
To be there only when you need me!
No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
For your reach outs when your grieving.
No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
To be there only when you need me!
The time has gone,
To sing that same old song!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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America, Grieving
America, grieving...
your oily fingers on
the wheel of the world,
your black heart of prejudice...
you pull the crumbs
from the mouths of the needy,
and litter your walkways
with the bones of children.
you poison your own crops,
and defile your own water.
you educate your children
in prisons dark, and
on foreign sands fighting...
for freedom, no!
you batter the people of color,
bruise them with your stars and stripes...
your hanging trees condemn you!
you cut the hearts out
of your working people,
and feed them fear and lies.
the stench of your excesses
rises to meet god,
the god you've created
in your blackened jealousy.
you taunt the spirit
with cries of freedom,
free speech, free thoughts...
and then break it with the
oppressive load of your debts.
Wall Street and big oil,
and the corporate demons...
no democracy here!
America, grieving...
your own will rise up,
and take down your flag!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Song
Lord of Elbe, on Elbe hill
The mist is thick and the wind is chill;
And the heart of thy friend from the dawning of day
Has sighed for sorrow that thou went away.
Lord of Elbe, how pleasent to me
The sound of thy blithesome step would be,
Rustling the heath that only now
Moans as the night gusts over it blow.
Bright are the fires in thy noble home;
I see them far off, and it deepens the gloom;
Shining like stars through the high forest boughs,
Gladder they grow in the park's repose.
O Alexander! when I return,
Warm as thise hearths thy heart would burn;
Light as thine own my step would fall,
If I might hear thy voice in the hall.
But thou art now on the desolate sea,
thinking of Gondal and grieving for me;
Longing to be in sweet elbe again,
Thinking and grieving and longing in vain.
poem by Emily Brontë from The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë (1908)
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Captain Bleigh
I'll give you one good tiny reason I think you could believe it
I'll give you one good tiny reason I think you could see through it
I'm not the kind of man that thinks the truth could hurt me
I'm not the kind of man that thinks the truth can see me
You know a little bit goes a long way
You know a little bit lasts a long time
And the time has come to undo the wrong I've done
I am a grieving man
I can't believe the things I've done to you
I am a guilty man
And I can't believe the things I've done to you
I give you one good tiny reason to push that big suit too far
I give you one good tiny reason to smash him and his big car
Everybody thinks I'm blue and what everybody thinks is true
Yeah
Just can't go it in stride
So you think its you
So you think its true
You know a little bit lasts a long time
You know a little bit goes a long way
And the time has come to undo the wrong Ive done
And I am a grieving man
I can't believe the things I've done to you
I am a beaten man
I can't believe the things I've done to you, you
And I am a blood soaked man
And I can't believe the things I've done to you
I am a guilty man
I can't believe the things I've done to you
And I am a grieving man
I can't believe hte things I've done to you
I am a beaten man
I can't believe the things I've done to you
I tried to pray
I tried to pray
I tried to pray
Yes I will give it a shot
Yes I will give it a shot
yes I will give it a shot
Shot, shot
song performed by by Filter
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If Hell Had A Jukebox
(Travis Tritt. Lee Rogers)
You left me for a dream you had to follow
But I thought goodbye wouldn't last that long
You'd go off chasin' rainbows till you realized I loved you
And then run back to my arms where you belong
But months have passed, I guess I was mistakem
And love was something I thought I knew well
But when you called me on the phone, asking when you'd come back home
You simply told me I could go to Hell
(Well/And) Honey, if Hell had a jukebox
And the Devil kept it full of hurtin' songs
You could find me there this evening
With the broken hearted grieving
Prayin like hell you would come back home
I've looked at all the pictures from our good times
And tried to figure out where we went wrong
And I've dropped a million quarters down the jukebox
'Cause I'm still haunted by what used to be our song
I wish this mental torture would release me
Lord, I've give all I had for what it's worth
I don't see how the fires below, where you wanted me to go
Could be worse than Hell I'm living here on Earth
Repeat Chorus
Yes, you could find me there this evening
With the brokenhearted grieving
Prayin' like hell you would come back home
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Society Needs Relief
Minds adopting violence as a crop,
That grows.
Exposes those who show,
A hopelessness invested.
With a manifesting,
Gone unarrested.
Minds adopting violence as a crop,
That grows.
And bestowing,
An assessed uselessness.
That has been infested,
Fed and digested.
Society needs relief...
With a sweeping of the weeping.
Too many left on knees and grieving.
Too many say they seek a meaning.
Society needs relief...
With a sweeping of the weeping.
Too many left on knees and grieving.
Too many say they seek a meaning.
Although the answers come,
They can't let go.
Although the answers come,
Their tears still flow.
Minds adopting violence as a crop,
That grows.
And bestowing,
An assessed uselessness.
That has been infested,
Fed and digested.
Society needs relief...
With a sweeping of the weeping.
Too many left on knees and grieving.
Too many say they seek a meaning.
Although the answers come,
They can't let go.
Although the answers come,
Their tears still flow.
Society needs relief.
Society needs relief.
Society needs relief.
Although the answers come,
They can't let go.
Although the answers come,
Their tears still flow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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