Robert E. Lee
The man was loved, the man was idolized,
The man had every just and noble gift.
He took great burdens and he bore them well,
Believed in God but did not preach too much,
Believed and followed duty first and last
With marvellous consistency and force,
Was a great victor, in defeat as great,
No more, no less, always himself in both,
Could make men die for him but saved his men
Whenever he could save them was most kind
But was not disobeyed was a good father,
A loving husband, a considerate friend.
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My Present I Give To You
*written for my friend kathy*
from the day i met you,
there was something about you,
you made me feel safe,
like it was my mother talking from you,
you gave me the hope,
to make it to where i am today,
i won't forget,
your words you said,
that i will be somebody who will succeed,
through my problems,
and make a difference in the world,
you believed in me,
when people were becoming sick of me,
for the way i was thinking,
as if it was a bad thing,
we are all human being,
aren't we surpose to make mistakes?
there not a day,
i think it should be my last,
niether should you,
i believe in you,
like you did for me,
you made me into a different person,
because you believed in me,
you showed me my life had meaning,
you given me the power to make it,
where i am today,
i just wish you can open your eyes and see,
what kind of a person you are,
great, sweet and caring,
than you can see why i say it's a blissing,
to have gotten to meet you,
and get through my problem as you, my friend,
because this is not the end,
god won't let his gift go,
he will fight to keep you as long as he think you should,
don't fight the power,
you'll make it through this,
with that said,
this is my present to you,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ! !
may your dreams come true.
Copyright © 2009
7-15-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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With Courage I Want To Look Into Your Eyes (English Sonnet)
In you I have seen some great virtue,
a kind of loving that comes selfless
from the heart, a dedication that is true
a kind of kindness that is ready to bless.
I have loved you, as you are really fair,
not only for your company, great beauty,
for your outward looks and your auburn hair
but for the way that you make it your duty
to spread your kind of sheer light and sunshine
when I am around, to whoever you meet
a real kindness that no one can decline
and here now I lay my soul at your feet,
with courage want to look into your eyes
past all previous days, past all goodbyes.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Don't Forget who is your Father
God is Great
He created you and me so ladies and gentleman
he is the only person to praise and pray
Cause some of us we pray Alan people you pray him
who is him God is the one who created us
so guys help me to Thank him every time i'm sick i call him cause
he is the hiller the killer of diseases in the world
Help me to sing.
How great is our God sing with me how great is our God
all we sing is how great is our God age to age praise his
Great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great great great great great
GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD..
Thank you Help me pliz.
poem by Ruvimbo Daisy Matsika
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A Tribute To My Revered Father
My Father was a great teacher,
Good husband to my good Mother;
He taught his pupils very well;
In an old house, did he dwell.
Well he reared his children seven!
Lived for up to eight times ten;
His forehead sweat fell on the soil;
My Father so well, did he toil.
A man who possessed great talents;
And honesty par excellence;
Cheap Politics did he eschew;
This world hath seen but very few.
He lived in humble conditions;
A law-abiding citizen;
He gave us good education;
And raised us well in religion.
He’as born and bred in piety;
And rose in popularity;
A logic-man, Philosopher;
None could him well decipher.
A versatile man, Orator;
He tried to make a new order;
Oppressed, he died with plenty peace;
Yet in god, he lived in ease.
His learning to him was his wealth!
Together with his body’s health;
And she was great too, my Mother;
Who well-supported my Father.
A human ‘immortal’-being!
With yeoman-service worth seeing;
He loved the poor and downtrodden;
That fetched him place sure in Heaven.
But one day when he died, I cried!
By Heaven’s words, he did abide;
God-fearing, undaunted, he left;
For his great soul, a lot I wept.
I see him as a bright new Star!
In the night-Sky clearly, afar;
Oh what a great man Father was!
Truthfulness was his greatest cause.
Fondly dedicated in loving memory of my beloved father
Shri. A.T.Antoniswami M.A., L.T., Coimbatore
poem by John Celes
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I Believed You
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed what you said
The lovin days were through
But you were fooling around
I found somebody who,
Will never never take your place
Will never give me your embrace
But now that youve shown your face
Youve broken her heart too.
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
Now what am I to do?
Now that you want me so
I just cant leave her blue
Or else Ill be alone
Well I just cant leave her now
It wouldnt be fair somehow
She loved me when my luck was down
Now youve broken her heart too
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
Now what am I to do?
Now that you want me so
I just cant leave her blue
Or else Ill be alone
Well I just cant leave her now
It wouldnt be fair somehow
She loved me when my luck was down
Now youve broken her heart too
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
song performed by by Kinks
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His Gift
The gift it lies within you
It’s sits there wrapped up tight
It’s a gift one day you’ll open up
When God says the time is right
It’s a gift to do His bidding
It’s a gift that’ll change your life
And it will change the lives of others
And take away all your strife
But the puzzle has many pieces
And right now they just don’t fit
To see the bigger picture
You must not ever quit
The devil will try to deceive you
He’ll make your gift feel wrong
He’ll say it is a weakness
But in fact it will make you strong
He knows this gift can defeat him
So he will do his best
To wear you down and wear you out
Just know he will not rest
He will use the ones that love you
To make you feel ashamed
But just know our savior Jesus
Was ridiculed and defamed
This curse it is a blessing
One day you’ll truly know
That this thing you feel it holds you back
Will make your spirit grow
For our ways are not the Lord’s ways
And we are not as smart
As the maker of the heavens and earth
And the maker of your heart
When they were told about a savior
A warrior I bet they thought
A man with the arms like a gladiator
But the man they saw did not
He rode upon a donkey
And stories He did tell
They turned their backs on the man they saw
They bid the man farewell
They laughed as tortured and beat Him
Then they hung Him on a cross
The one’s who believed He was the one
Now believed that all was lost
“How could God do this to us? ”
“This Jesus I depise”
Then they threw the body inside a tomb
They did not know He’d rise
I bet they thought they knew it all
And had everything figured out
The man to save them from an oppressive life
But that’s not what it was about
This man He came to save them
He came to open up a door
A line to their creator
It wasn’t there before
Your Father truly loves you
For He sent His only son
And He hung His boy upon a Cross
And said that “It is done”
It wasn’t to make Himself look good
But to show His love is true
It will never leave and will never quit
He did this for me and you
This gift you have, it’s yours to share
One day I know you’ll see
The change you want in this crazy world
Is the change you have to be
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Who Is Truly Great?
Great is one who humbles oneself;
Great is one who accomplishes without expectations;
Great is one who labors for others’ welfare;
Great is one who struggles for a noble cause;
Great is one who gives his life for his Maker’s sake;
Great is one who sacrifices his precious life for truth’s sake;
Great is one who takes the road least taken;
Great is one who climbs life’s steep hills;
Great is one who treads dangerous paths for mankind’s progress;
Great is one who risks his life unduly to save others’ lives;
Great is one who although born or made handicapped does extra-ordinary feats;
Great is one who scales heights of achievements rarely done by others;
Great is one who toils in sleep-hours too for mankind’s upliftment;
Great is one who racks his brain to find a cure for a crippling disease;
Great is one who shuns selfishness for the cause of his poorer brethren;
Great is one who dies so that others can live in peace;
Great is one who lives not for oneself but others;
Great is one who loves and forgives his worst foe;
Great is one who leads life in accordance with the Word of God!
(4-13-2007)
poem by John Celes
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A great Friend
The definition of a great
friend is.....
Sticking by you no matter what.
The definition of a great
friend is...
To dry away wet tears when you are you are down
The definition of a great
friend is....
To unstick you, when your struck
The definition of a great
friend is....
To help you through the hard times
The definition of a great
friend is....
To tell you when are wrong, to teach you to do riight.
The Definition of a great
friend is.....
to pray with you through hard times, to give a hand when your in need and hug you and let you see.
The definition of a
great friend is true, The definition of a great friend is you! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Dallas Turner
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If...
If ev'ryone believed in adulthood,
We would not behave like impish children.
If ev'ryone believed in something good,
Perhaps our evils would never happen.
If ev'ryone believed in honesty,
Thoughts would not require representation.
If ev'ryone believed in identity,
Each person would not crave affirmation.
If ev'ryone believed in truthfulness,
We would not follow laws of hypocrites.
If ev'ryone believed in wanting less,
Maybe we could learn to want what we get.
If ev'ryone believed in how they feel,
What is imagination would be real.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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You're a Great Friend
When I have a bad day, I can go to you and
You make me feel better
You also put a smile on my face
I don't know what I will do without you here by my side
Thanks for being there
You're a great friend
When someone broke my heart, I can count on you to be there
You make me realized that there is something more important than him
I don't need him to make me happy
You're a great friend
When I have a problem, I know there is one person I can go to and is you
You help me get through it and not to hold back
You help me with so much
Thank you so much
You're a great friend
When I have a bad day, I can go to you and
You make me feel better
You put a smile on my face
I don't know what I will do without you here by my side
Thanks for being there
You're a great friend
When I need to talk to you about something, you are always there
You're a true friend
Everyone will want to be your friend because you're amazing person ever
I'm so happy to have you here with me
You're a great friend
poem by Christina Phan
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Grave who was my great grand ma
She was good woman she bring
us grace to the family
She was great friend and mom and sister
and great grand ma
She bought everyone in the family Grace
Grace was strong woman and nice and kind
and loving and caring and sweet
When she came in to our life she was
great in our life
She love me and everyone else when she
and ma say both love me
It was like Grace she bought me was in
my heart and soul
Grace was good woman and good person
who went to church
God needed my great grand ma to have things of
Grace be bring up their to everyone else like she
did here
God bought a good person in this world and to everyone
hearts Grace is my family and friend
Grace was strong and she was leader all of the family
She was great leader and good friend and family and
she was love and everyone will miss her and wish she
was still here with us
But Grace is with us and she live in us she a hero just
like my aunt is
We love Grace and my aunt and great grand pa and we
always will love these three strong people.
poem by Kristina Riggs
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Max Rosenthau
Father Cleary sat at table with Max many a day
But I don't think he rated a bounteous gift when Max came to visit
Both were guests in the great house acrosss the street of youth
Father for years and Max for yearly one week stints.
The last time Max came was when his wife died
A man so profoundly broken
Even a fourteen year old could start to understand
That the desperation of his giref was the force that drove Max to Mass
Where Father from his view could not give communion to a Jew
And snapped the neck of something deep within me
That despite Father's great friendship
Never came back though I never said a word to Father Cleary.
poem by Bill Grace
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Andrew Jackson
On the life of Andrew Jackson,
Now dear people I will write,
And in sketches, I will tell you
His career with great delight.
His career on earth is ended;
But his name is ever bright,
And his memory is cherished
As a great glorious knight.
The early life of Andrew Jackson,
Its marked in high renown,
As a lover of his country
He proved steadfastly profound,
Through kind teaching of his mother,
That patriot lady brave;
His mind strengthened by her wisdom,
Ere she sank into her grave.
Ah, in manhood, Andrew Jackson,
Was a daring fearless man;
With a strong iron will commanding,
He was loved throughout our land.
He was kind and generous hearted
In his military acts,
Yet was stubborn, while commanding,
And no courage did he lack.
At middle age, Andrew Jackson
Was a noble warlike man,
And was capable of handling
The army at his command.
You can see it by the battles
Of his Indian campaign,
Or the battle of New Orleans,
Where so many men were slain.
The dauntless energy of Jackson,
Oh, should never be forgot,
Or the battle of New Orleans,
Where he diligently fought.
Where he fought to save his country,
From the British fleets of fame;
Through coolness and courage
The victory he did gain.
As commander, Andrew Jackson
Was a soldier of great skill,
And he nobly done his duty
To his country, with good will.
Yet in life his acts were censured,
Ah, by men both great and small.
One the acts that made him trouble
Was the arresting of Judge Hall.
Oh, that act cost Andrew Jackson
Many heart pang in after life,
For he thought it was his duty
In that hard cruel strife
That his soldiers should obey him
And fulfill every command,
As he knew no other method,
He could save his native land.
The people loved Andrew Jackson,
"Old Hickory" was their friend.
As a President o'er our country
He proved faithful to the end.
His career on earth was ended
Eighteen Forty Five; is seen
As a star his name is shining
The "hero" of "New Orleans."
poem by Julia A Moore
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I long to accomplish a great and noble task, but it is my chief duty to accomplish small tasks as if they were great and noble.
quote by Helen Keller
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I long to accomplish a great and noble task; but it is my chief duty and joy to accomplish humble tasks as though they were great and noble.
quote by Helen Keller
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aaa1 Especially the Donkeys
I remember thinking it’s all happening in the sky
Above the clouds
I remember thinking how did we get to know about it
6yrs old
With innocence of a child I never thought to question
Never asked mum or dad
Never asked anyone
Others believed so why not me
Anyway the stories were great
Grandad in his uniform, he believed
Auntie Rose believed
The whole side of dad’s family believed
They played in the band,
Sold the papers
Rattled the tins
Story was dad was thrown out for drinking
Off ill the doctor said Bill have some stout, it will do you good
When the officer saw it on a home visit dad was thrown out
But he still believed
So did I, with the innocence of a child
Auntie Gladys believed but they had no band
Just an organ, and the songs weren’t as good
No joy
Just belief
Uncle Fred repaired the roof, did odd jobs
He believed
Anyway it was worth believing for the Whit walks
People threw money
You kept it
After the walks the bus
The annual trip to Southport
Sandwiches and songs on the beach
Yet I still see myself, in the classroom
Dreaming of this land in the sky
Wondering why all these people didn’t fall out of it
Especially the Donkeys
poem by Bill Smith
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Halfway through the decade, we realized that we had a great team and that we could do great things, and that we could probably have something here that we believed we had a chance to reach greatness.
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To a mother in the making
I thank you on behalf of the entire human kind for having chosen to become a mother.
A great mother you should be as you ensure the continuance of a genetic order, a wonder design of nature.
You are not only the mother of child you bear, but a global mother taking care of all with your kindness and affection to the little one, you are helping to land.
You are already a mother, as you became one from that moment, when the little one established itself in your nourishing womb.
You must be proud, because there are not many, who climb to this pedestal of motherhood.
You are lucky to tell the world loud and clear, that the human bonding is still there, as you bear the sign of it.
You are proving yourself the symbol of love, perseverance and patience.
Caution but, do not become possessive of this great gift to the world.
The child you bear is a gift you give to this waiting world.
Whether it be a son or daughter it makes no difference, but ensure in it are implanted your nobler thoughts.
Let that be Ram, the great son and the loyal husband
Let that be Sita, the personification of patience
Let that be Shiva, the perfectionist
Let that be Krishna, the granter of happiness
Let that be Buddha, the peace-loving guy
Let that be Christ, the painstaking path finder
Let that be Shakti, the symbol of energy
Let that be Arjuna, the great warrior
Let that be Karna, the great giver
Let that be Bheeshma, the great son and the protector
Let that be Einstein, the great scientist
Let that be Shankara or Ramanuja the spiritual path finders
Let the child be any one
You are our great mother
Let your positive attitudes flow through its brain cells in the formation
Let your philanthropic views fill its small heart
Let your far sightedness invade this little one
Let your all-giving mind become part of its attitude
Let all your and its father’s good features constitute this colourful butterfly still in the cocoon.
You will not entertain any bad thoughts now.
You will not consume anything that may hurt this little one growing in you.
You will not make the kid suffer the shocks of adrenaline that your blood stream gets injected because of your anxious moments.
Nothing to worry.
All will be fine, as it is and as it was.
You may know with the arrival your arrival child there are two deliveries. One birth is of course of your child and the other is that of a great mother.
Awaiting the arrival of a mother
affectionately
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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You will love, the dead.
A friend I loved
a friend I wanted
a friend I needed
a friend I adored
but she never believed
a friend I respected most
a friend I cared most
a friend I believed most
a friend I trusted most
a friend I wrote to most
she is now the one I ignore most.
a friend I most thought about
a friend I wished for the best.
I will always never know the best
a friend whio turned to be the beast
in all my love like a predator in forest
I was harmless to her like a dove
I wish I could live as brave as a lion
the girl I gave a valentine day to run.
See she is furious on me like eagle.
She is as crue as death, to my life
she is fierce to me as a grave
all I know, if you come back
you hate me, only you will love me
when Iam dead,
poem by Samweli Butobi
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Father Joe Murphy
When i was a Schoolboy Father Joe Murphy was a young man
I recall him and his Brothers Doney and the late Johnny Dan
And though of my existence he hardly would know
One cannot help but remember the great Father Joe.
Fifty five years as a priest something to celebrate
The man has been blessed in his great gift of faith
To his own higher self and to his god true
We must give him credit since credit he is due.
Devoted to his god by good example he lead
At living a good life one who does succeed
A credit to Millstreet and the pride of his clan
The great Father Joe is a wonderful man.
In this age of the cheapening values in life
With warring and famines and poverty rife
A story like Father Joe's a great story to hear
There's still hope for humanity it does appear.
Fifty five years a priest is something well worth a boast
To Father Joe Murphy we will drink a toast
He was in his prime years when i was quite young
And surely his praises deserve to be sung.
poem by Francis Duggan
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