Heath The Impersonator
Born in New York and is Italian,
gets girls like the Italian Stallion.
Now his name is Heath like the candy bar,
he is a talented impersonator with many voices thus far.
He accurately impersonates our dear friend Jim,
he wears his hat and glasses, but now Heath's thin.
Maybe in his new act Heath will add a pillow to his shirt,
Heath is good at impersonating Jim no matter what the quirks.
Heath has plans to go to the city that never sleeps,
I hope is a major act and rises above the heap.
Also Heath could make it in L.A.,
he has more talent than major acts of the day.
poem by Suzae Chevalier (10 October 2011)
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Heath
Dear fans, today we lay a wreath
At the grave of a snuffed out Star
An Actor once known as “Heath”
A young “Silver Screen” Avatar
(R.I.P. Heath Ledger)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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It is a little weird now, going over to Heath's place. It's like, 'Hi Heath, hi Nomes.' Very strange!
quote by Martin Henderson
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The Day’s Luxury
You came from the heath and moor,
Bringing their aromas through my open door;
They used to see each other, the heath and moor,
When school broke up, when there were no girls left.
I spoke to you about the luxury of a day
Which carried a snuggling bear, a teddy bear,
Impossible to play with all day long,
In a house of forest and fields.
I saw you wait as if spell-bound,
An unbelieving little boy,
Who cherished the land of virtues
And the acres of friendship.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Raft of Emotion
I’m trapped on a raft of emotion,
Surrounded by mountains of doom.
The clouds of despair have been gathering,
Over dark seas, of impending gloom.
But sat on a rock of happiness,
Is a saucer of joy and of hope.
And if I could wade over to it,
Or pull myself across on a rope.
I know that this raft of emotion,
Could become a boat filled with glee.
And the clouds of despair could all disperse,
But the only one who can change this is me.
Heath Gunn 2009
poem by Heath Gunn
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Ode To Heath Ledger
Ode to Heath.....
a galaxy away from filming at Stadium High school
your first big break brought you to Tacoma
a long ways from Perth no doubt
what was it all about
when you weren't sleeping did you figure it out?
did you have any doubts?
you shouldn't have.......it's classic and I haven't even seen it yet
A toast to the afterlife.......wherever the galaxy spilled him
an ode to Heath Ledger
no doubt the Joker Killed Him
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poem by Xaviant Haze
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The Two Bees
But a few words could William say,
And those few could not speak plain,
Yet thought he was a man one day;
Never saw I boy so vain.
From what could vanity proceed
In such a little lisping lad?
Or was it vanity indeed?
Or was he only very glad?
For he without his maid may go
To the heath with elder boys,
And pluck ripe berries where they grow:
Well may William then rejoice.
Be careful of your little charge;
Elder boys, let him not rove;
The heath is wide, the heath is large,
From your sight he must not move.
But rove he did: they had not been
One short hour the heath upon,
When he was nowhere to be seen;
'Where,' said they, 'is William gone?'
Mind not the elder boys' distress;
Let them run, and let them fly.
Their own neglect and giddiness
They are justly suffering by.
William his little basket filled
With his berries ripe and red;
Then, naughty boy, two bees he killed,
Under foot he stamped them dead.
William had coursed them o'er the heath,
After them his steps did wander;
When he was nearly out of breath,
The last bee his foot was under.
A cruel triumph which did not
Last but for a moment's space,
For now he finds that he has got
Out of sight of every face.
What are the berries now to him?
What the bees which he has slain?
Fear now possesses every limb,
He cannot trace his steps again.
The poor bees William had affrighted
In more terror did not haste
Than he from bush to bush, benighted
And alone amid the waste.
Late in the night the child was found:
He who these two bees had crushed
Was lying on the cold damp ground,
Sleep had then his sorrows hushed.
A fever followed from the fright,
And from sleeping in the dew;
He many a day and many a night
Suffered ere he better grew.
His aching limbs while sick he lay
Made him learn the crushed bees' pain;
Oft would he to his mother say,
'I ne'er will kill a bee again.'
poem by Charles Lamb
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Time aint what it used to be
Dear world/listen to me
Heath my warning/as I cry a desperate plea
Don’t stand there/wondering about
Close that door- before/ time runs out
It is heading towards that door/which mankind cannot endure
History has tried it/it had subsided-
Where time is heading/there is no avail
So take time off-/ that baleful trail
And began a new
Remember what I say on to you -
Together we stand / divided we fall
What I say on to one/I say on to all-
Dear world/listen to me
Heath my warning/as I cry a desperate plea
Open your eyes/and you shall see
That time... aint what it used to be
poem by Richard Mark Johnson
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Sonnet LXIII: The Gossamer
O'er faded heath-flowers spun, or thorny furze,
The filmy Gossamer is lightly spread;
Waving in every sighing air that stirs,
As Fairy fingers had entwined the thread:
A thousand trembling orbs of lucid dew
Spangle the texture of the fairy loom,
As if soft Sylphs, lamenting as they flew,
Had wept departed Summer's transient bloom:
But the wind rises, and the turf receives
The glittering web: -- So, evanescent, fade
Bright views that Youth with sanguine heart believes:
So vanish schemes of bliss, by Fancy made;
Which, fragile as the fleeting dews of morn,
Leave but the wither'd heath, and barren thorn!
poem by Charlotte Smith
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Taxman, Mr. Thief
You work hard, you make money
There ain't no on in the world who can stop you
You work hard, you went hungry
Now the taxman is out to get you
You worked hard
And slaved and slaved for years
Break your back sweat a lot
Well, it's just not fair
He hates you, he loves money
And he'll steal your s**t and think that it's funny
Like the beatles he ain't human
Now the taxman is out to get you
You worked hard
And slaved and slaved for years
You played
And you played and played for years
Taxman, mr. heath (he's a thief)
He's looking for run-in, yeah
Taxman, mr. heath (he's a thief)
He's looking for run-in, yeah
You work hard, you make money
There ain't no on in the world who can stop you
You work hard, you went hungry
Now the taxman is out to get you
You worked hard
And slaved and slaved for years
Break your back sweat a lot
Well, it's just not fair
Taxman, mr. heath (he's a thief)
He's looking for run-in, yeah
Taxman, mr. heath (he's a thief)
He's looking for run-in, yeah
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If you're just safe about the choices you make, you don't grow.
quote by Heath Ledger
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If you are just safe about the choices you make, you don't grow.
quote by Heath Ledger
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My Little Doll
I once had a sweet little doll, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world;
Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears,
And her hair was so charmingly curled.
But I lost my poor little doll, dears,
As I played in the heath one day;
And I cried for more than a week, dears,
But I never could find where she lay.
I found my poor little doll, dears,
As I played in the heath one day:
Folks say she is terribly changed, dears,
For her paint is all washed away,
And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears
And her hair not the least bit curled:
Yet for old sakes' sake she is still, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world.
From The Water-Babies.
Eversley, 1862.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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Even the best of friends need time apart.
quote by Mark Heath
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I only do this because I'm having fun. The day I stop having fun, I'll just walk away.
quote by Heath Ledger
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A diplomat is a man who thinks twice before he says nothing.
quote by Edward Heath
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I feel like I'm wasting time if I repeat myself. I can't say I'm proud of my work. It's the same with everything I do: the day I say 'It's good' is the day I should start doing something else.
quote by Heath Ledger
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Better on the heath with an old cart that at sea in a new ship.
I apologize for my terrible interview skills.
quote by Heath Ledger
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Jazz is letting everybody do his or her thing with the music.
quote by Percy Heath
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I am sure Mr Heath thinks he is honest but I wish he didn't have to have his friends say it so often.
quote by Roy Jenkins
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