Love's Isolation
In the sorrowful past,
When Love theoretically conquered all,
I found myself wandering in a forest
Of reeds, lost & unloved.
Finally she & she came along,
Marriage was in the works
But it failed miserably,
Childlessly.
I entered the stage of rebellion
(cf Camus' insightful The Rebel):
Drinking and drugging were all
I had on my hands.
Then along came my current wife
Of thirty years
And we flourished in money & timeless love.
I can watch her now, burrowed in bed.
Think of how many divorces Italian-style
Have come & gone during our time;
It is a miracle we remain together
Chained in the domain of love.
Thinking about what constitutes it
I am wont to say patience, above all patience;
And more importantly for self-preservation,
Remaining a gentleman and putting up with the flares of madness
That surely will raise its broken brain some rainy day.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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My Next Thirty Years
(track 12 - time 3:37)
(phil vassar)
I think Ill take a moment, celebrate my age
The ending of an era and the turning of a page
Now its time to focus in on where I go from here
Lord have mercy on my next thirty years
Hey my next thirty years Im gonna have some fun
Try to forget about all the crazy things Ive done
Maybe now Ive conquered all my adolescent fears
And Ill do it better in my next thirty years
My next thirty years Im gonna settle all the scores
Cry a little less, laugh a little more
Find a world of happiness without the hate and fear
Figure out just what Im doing here
In my next thirty years
Oh my next thirty years, Im gonna watch my weight
Eat a few more salads and not stay up so late
Drink a little lemonade and not so many beers
Maybe Ill remember my next thirty years
My next thirty years will be the best years of my life
Raise a little family and hang out with my wife
Spend precious moments with the ones that I hold dear
Make up for lost time here, in my next thirty years
In my next thirty years
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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The Divorcee
She's been through a messy divorce case and single now she will remain
And she feels she's had it with marriage and she'll never marry again
She tried her best to save her marriage at least she gave it her best try
And from her past mistakes she has learnt like they say 'once bitten twice shy'.
She had seven years of married life and five of those years for her hell
And years from now she will remember yes she will remember too well
The beatings she received from her drunken husband as their two young children looked on
And they like their mother feel happy since out of their lives he has gone.
She married for love and love only but her feelings of love quickly soured
And years from now she will remember how beneath his cruel blows she cowered
Her children now ten and eleven feel happier without their dad
He often beat them and their mother and by him they were treated bad.
A woman in her early thirties she has only turned thirty two
And she vows she'll never re-marry that one marriage enough to go through
Her ex husband now is re-married and her sympathies are with his wife
And she hopes that he will treat her kindly and that he's learnt from his mistakes in life.
Her son and daughter soon to be teenagers are all that she worry about
That 'life isn't meant to be easy' at such a young age they found out
She raise them as a single mother and she works hard for them every day
Since her ex husband doesn't pay alimony or help them out in any way.
She vows that she'll die a divorcee and that she'll never marry again
And the sad memories of her broken marriage through her life time with her will remain
For she took the abuse and beatings when she was a callous
man's wife
Still she doesn't feel bitter towards him she merely gets on with her life.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Sonnet: A Bit of Patience
A bit of patience works out miracles;
A bit of patience puts off arguments;
A bit of patience problems well tackles;
A bit of patience preserves monuments.
A bit of patience can avoid hatred;
A bit of patience cools one’s anger off;
A bit of patience marks well good kindred;
A bit of patience makes many to laugh.
A bit of patience keeps good friends at peace;
A bit of patience can avoid big wars;
A bit of patience can jealousy cease;
A bit of patience can avoid big scars.
A bit of patience gives good advantage;
A bit of patience is good heritage.
poem by John Celes
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The Years Past
I gave love time money
I waited hours each time
you were late without reason
embracing you with genuine love
when you finally eventually arrive
you set friends up against me
your ego demanding centre stage
spot light achieved vanity requires
you flirted always unfaithful playgirl
yet you believed ‘I treat you badly! ’
'you do not think you do! '
chasing nice ass in blue jeans
drinking in bar with ego’s idol
(while I wait suffer ever alone)
enjoying socially knowing I will wait
the years pass leaving lies exposed
the years pass testing eternal patience
the years pass wearing upon weary heart
the years pass in gossip shame ridicule
the years pass leaving us eternally alone
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hes A Rebel
Hes a rebel and you may not like his
Looks or his style
Be hes faster than light and he
Can walk a miracle mile
Hell point you out and hell pull you in
I guarantee hell be your best friend
Hes a rebel and hes gonna be good
Anyhow
And the boys in the group they just
Want to drag him way down
Hes so straight ahead, hell blow
Your mind
He can be strong and yet so kind
What you see is what you get
And what you get you wont regret
cause hes on the line
What you want is what hes got and
What hes got, hes got a lot
cause its allright
Its allright
Ooh hes a rebel, written up in the
Lambs book of life
And therell be no escape because
The stage has been set for a while
If he comes your way, hell make you
Surrender
His storys clear and his voice
So tender
What you see is what you get
And what you get you wont regret
cause hes on the line
What you want is what hes got and
What hes got, hes got a lot
cause its allright
Its allright
If he comes your way hell make you
Surrender
His words are clear and his
Loves forever
Hes a rebel and he doesnt conform
Thats for sure
Society rules and its fallin right
Down to the core
Hell love you like youve never been
Loved before
He always leaves you wanting
Him more
Hes a rebel
See that rebel
Yeah, thats a rebel
Thats a rebel
Hes a rebel
See that rebel
Theres the rebel
Theres the rebel
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Your Golden Wedding Day
It was fifty years ago Mom
That you saw that special smile.
He was handsome, tall and debonair
He was definitely your style.
She was everything you wanted, Dad
Your search came to an end.
Your asked her if she’d be your wife
So your lives could soon began.
She needed time she said, to date
But found no man to compare
So you drifted close together
Into a love so strong, so rare.
The children came eventually
There were good times, and yes, some bad
And though your marriage vows were tested
You found a love you’d never had.
You laid a strong foundation
That many kids grow up without
And I’ll take this time to thank you
Our home had love, there was no doubt.
And now it seems impossible
That fifty years have past.
You were blessed with special qualities
For a marriage that would last.
As we gather here together
We all just want to say,
A special “Congratulations”
On your Golden Wedding Day.
poem by Marilyn Lott
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An Independent Woman
an independent woman had taken so much lust inside her breast
she was filled and then bored and decided to throw
all her hormones away
thinking that now
it is time for love, surfing and searching, what love is in the person
not the body that she sees everyday
it must be someone
different from the rest, the one that comes with gentleness like a dropp of
water on her cheek and falls down slowly along the lines of her nose
into her lips and seeps down
to her tongue
and slides
in her throat, perhaps something melodramatic, someone who likes to listen
about her life story, gives her time and attention, and shares her vision
of life
& death
& rebellion
she is looking for love, a conversation, she is looking for one who can hold
her hands and feel her head falling on his chest
this independent woman now believes in casing, in caging, in marriage,
in bowing, in enslavement,
because the man who loves her demands just that
testing her
taming her, the shrew, the wild bird, and if she starts learning these tricks,
who knows,
she may finally find the man who shall love her forever
and when they get old, they watch tv, and they stay together as two
faithful shadows in a mirage
(she may not like it, but if she needs love, she may finally learn
what is this marriage all about)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unloved
(performed by jann arden and jackson browne from her album living under june)
There will be no consolation prize
This time the bone is broken clean
No baptism, no reprise and no sweet taste of victory
All the stars have fallen from the sky
And everything else in between
Satellites have closed their eyes
The moon has gone to sleep
Unloved... unloved... unloved... unloved...
Here I am inside a hotel
Choking on a million words I said
Cigarettes have burned a hole
And dreams are drunk and penniless
Here I am inside my fathers arms
All jagged bone and whisky dry
Whisper to me sweetly now and tell me I will never die
Unloved... unloved... unloved... unloved
Here I am an empty hallway
Broken window, rainy night
I am nineteen sixty-two and I am ready for a fight
People crying hallelujah
While the bullet leaves the gun
People falling, falling, falling
And I dont know where theyre falling from
Unloved... unloved... unloved... unloved
Hoping that the kindness will lead us
Past the blindnes and
Not another living soul
Will ever have to feel
Unloved... unloved... unloved... unloved
Unloved... unloved...
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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My Oh My Its A Miracle
My oh my its a miracle
Good morning love
Rise and shine
Its a beautiful day
And I feel fine
Come watch the sun light the sky
And sip a coffee you and i
Wont you give us a kiss now
Perchance a little more
No dont mind that witch
Peeking out next door
I feel like a lark sitting high up a tree
Whats just another day to one man
Is a miracle to me
My oh my its a miracle
(a miracle to me)
My oh my its a miracle
(its a miracle)
All the whinning all the worry
All the fast friends and the fury
Oh dear lord
All the madness that used to move me
Simply dont behoove me
No more
Yeah let it rain let is shine
If I got you I got mine
Oh well hello sweet sanity
Im alive and Im smilling
And thats a miracle to me
My oh my its a miracle
(a miracle to me)
My oh my its a miracle
Now good morning love
And how are you
Does your old man seem
A bit too chearful to be true
Excuse me if I shed a little tear joyfully
But when your hands in my hand
Yeah when a woman really loves a man
Its a miracle to me
My oh my its a miracle
(a miracle to me)
My oh my its a miracle
(its a miracle)
Im ten miles high its a miracle
(Im ten miles high its a miracle)
Look at my life its a miracle
(its a miracle)
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Edition
Of this life,
Of this love,
Of these chains;
And of many witnesses!
As a loyal lover and a loyal soldier;
But, choose to do the right thing always.
Edition, den, ten, dot, dote, doe, dent, it, end;
According to your love and according to your muse,
And according to the promises of life! !
However, storing up for the time to come.
Edition, edit, in, on, no, ion, ton, not, do, note;
I've finally go it in!
So, i will finally frame the works of your love and hang them on the walls;
But, marry Mary and make merry with her! !
Faith,
Holiness,
Patience,
Meekness,
Righteousness;
To be generous and willing to share with,
But the love of money is the root of all evil! !
Which had led to many sorrows to others.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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With Patience Waiting
I am waiting.
With patience.
Because I have been told,
That's what one with patience does.
And as I sit with patience waiting,
I contemplate with a premeditation done...
Thinking if I lost my patience,
Who would know I had it to lose?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He's A Rebel
He's a rebel and you may not like his
looks or his style
be he's faster than light and he
can walk a miracle mile
he'll point you out and he'll pull you in
I guarantee he'll be your best friend
He's a rebel and he's gonna be good
anyhow
and the boys in the group they just
want to drag him way down
he's so straight ahead
song performed by by Donna Summer from She Works Hard For The Money
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\ Love \
He told the
Therapist
How vexed
He was
As his wife
Didn't feel
Sexed.
The therapist
Told him if he
Gave his wife
A lot of love
She would
Surely give him
Sex.
So now his
Wife feels
Ever so happy
Seeing her hubby
Falling head over heels
In love with her again…
After so many years
Of ‘busy'ness, finally
He has made the time
For her…
She's been
Telling the
Ladies of her
Kitty party,
Tales about this
New found love.
Alas! The gullible lass
Little does she know…
Why so? !
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Leave off the Agony in Style
Come all ye good people, listen to me, pray,
While I speak of fashion and style of today;
If you will notice, kind hearts it will beguile,
To keep in fashion and putting on style.
Chorus --
Leave off the agony, leave off style,
Unless you've got money by you all the while,
If you'll look about you you'll often have to smile,
To see so many people putting on style.
People in this country they think it is the best;
They work hard for money and lay it out in dress;
They think of the future with a pleasant smile,
And lay by no money while putting on style.
Chorus --
Some of the people will dress up so fine,
Will go out in company and have a pleasant time.
Will rob themselves of food, perhaps, all the while,
Sake of following fashions and putting on style.
Chorus --
I love to see the people dress neat and clean,
Likewise follow fashions, but not extremes;
Some friends will find it better in future awhile,
To lay by some money while putting on style.
Chorus --
Gentlemen on the jury decides the criminal's fate;
I pray you turn from wickedness before it is too late;
Sad, indeed, would be your friends to hear your name reviled,
Better be truly honest though putting on style.
Chorus --
Leave off the agony, leave off style,
Unless you've got money by you all the while.
If you look about you you'll often have to smile,
To see so many poor people putting on style.
poem by Julia A Moore
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You Must Know I Only Uttered I Love You Once
speaking of love, yes, love, what can i say about love,
i cannot speak it without using the word
you,
it is always you, because without you, love cannot even exist
as a word,
or even a thought or even a waft of air to cool my senses,
without you,
love cannot even exist as a blood cell in my heart
or a vein or a chamber
where love usually sleeps,
it is you,
always it is you that i will always equate with love,
you must know
i only uttered i love you
once, and it was true, and it is still true,
the rest
are the words of the drunk man, the broken heart trying
to relive what was once truly uttered,
reenacting,
imitating but always falling short of the truth
years ago
again the words kneeled before God in an old church
with you
our hands may have clasped in prayer
if you remember
our hands finally found each other
touching and holding tight as i said
i love you
as you said
i love you too
that was many years ago,
truth does not know how to die,
true love lives in that
i love you,
forever, always,
you,
i love you,
wherever you are now,
you
must know,
that is the truth that until now
i live
that until now
i am living and thinking still only of you............
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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you must know i only uttered i love you once
speaking of love, yes, love, what can i say about love,
i cannot speak it without using the word
you,
it is always you, because without you, love cannot even exist
as a word,
or even a thought or even a waft of air to cool my senses,
without you,
love cannot even exist as a blood cell in my heart
or a vein or a chamber
where love usually sleeps,
it is you,
always it is you that i will always equate with love,
you must know
i only uttered i love you
once, and it was true, and it is still true,
the rest
are the words of the drunk man, the broken heart trying
to relive what was once truly uttered,
reenacting,
imitating but always falling short of the truth
years ago
again the words kneeled before God in an old church
with you
our hands may have clasped in prayer
if you remember
our hands finally found each other
touching and holding tight as i said
i love you
as you said
i love you too
that was many years ago,
truth does not know how to die,
true love lives in that
i love you,
forever, always,
you,
i love you,
wherever you are now,
you
must know,
that is the truth that until now
i live
that until now
i am living and thinking still only of you............
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nancy
I am at the entrance of the valley of love,
But whose daughter is this girl? !
I am the entrance of love with a joyful song of flute and tambourines,
But i do love her like myself.
Oh Nancy, love and kindness will lead you everywhere!
And, understanding and patience will always lead you too.
Nancy, you are the only forest on top of this mountain;
And anywhere in the world we will swing on this love forever.
The message of love is what i bring to you and,
Somewhere in this forest is your sweet love hidden;
For your love is like an alloted time to me.
I am at the entrance of your sweet love and,
I will not shoot anyone in this forest;
For this sweet love is all that i have between you and i.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ready For Love
I am ready for love
Why are you hiding from me
Id quickly give my freedom
To be held in your captivity
I am ready for love
All of the joy and the pain
And all the time that it takes
Just to stay in your good grace
Lately Ive been thinking
Maybe youre not ready for me
Maybe you think I need to learn maturity
They say watch what you ask for
Cause you might receive
But if you ask me tomorrow
Ill say the same thing
I am ready for love
Would you please lend me your ear?
I promise I wont complain
I just need you to acknowledge I am here
If you give me half a chance
Ill prove this to you
I will be patience, kind, faithful and true
To a man who loves music
A man who loves art
Respects the spirit world
And thinks with his heart
I am ready for love
If youll take me in your hands
I will learn what you teach
And do the best that I can
I am ready for love
Here with a offering of
My voice
My eyes
My soul
My mind
Tell me what is enough
To prove I am ready for love
I am ready
song performed by by India Arie
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The Old Pair There
The old pair there they seem so very happy and they are two who've never sought renown
Raised on the same street they were childhood sweethearts and they raised their children here in their Hometown
Still so much in love and they in their late sixties they walk in the Town Parkland hand in hand
And others unhappy in their third or fourth marriage us human beings are hard to understand.
How come some can fall in love in their teen years and stay in love for the rest of their life
After all these years she's in love with her husband and after all these years he's in love with his wife
Whilst others go through many wives or husbands and their marriage always seems to end in tears
But they go searching for another partner they've fallen in and out of love for years
And could it be that they've never found their soul mate and unhappiness in love is all they find
They fall in and out of love so very quickly but then again some do say love is blind
But some will stay in love till death will take one and the living one for the dead one will grieve
Suppose they who stay in love for their whole lifetime in each others worth must firmly believe.
They've been in love since they were in their teen years and arm in arm they walk along the street
They are so in love after fifty years of marriage as if last week for the first time they did meet
Whilst others are in their fourth or fifth marriage but their love out of love's feeling seems to run
And then they go off in search of another perhaps it's in the chase they find their fun.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Love's Mourner
'Tis men who say that through all hurt and pain
The woman's love, wife's, mother's, still will hold,
And breathes the sweeter and will more unfold
For winds that tear it, and the sorrowful rain.
So in a thousand voices has the strain
Of this dear patient madness been retold,
That men call woman's love. Ah! they are bold,
Naming for love that grief which does remain.
Love faints that looks on baseness face to face:
Love pardons all; but by the pardonings dies,
With a fresh wound of each pierced through the breast.
And there stand pityingly in Love's void place
Kindness of household wont familiar-wise,
And faith to Love--faith to our dead at rest.
poem by Augusta Davies Webster
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