The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls
The harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls,
As if that soul were fled. --
So sleeps the pride of former days,
So glory's thrill is o'er,
And hearts, that once beat high for praise,
Now feel that pulse no more.
No more to chiefs and ladies bright
The harp of Tara swells;
The chord alone, that breaks at night,
Its tale of ruin tells.
Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes,
The only throb she gives,
Is when some heart indignant breaks,
To show that still she lives.
poem by Thomas Moore
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Old Tara
My cat Tara
Was sharp swift and full of fun;
A gift from high
In the garden a smoking gun
Ever alert to predators.
Velvet paws in the house
The loveliest cat ever
To grace the family home.
Tara didn't like sudden bangs,
Guy Fawkes shenanigans
She would ban.
She would come to my side
Tail up: purr purr
Trying to tell me her cat news,
A true and faithful friend.
The years rolled on
Her eyes grew dim.
No more quick movements to her stride.
In my heart I knew one day
The vet would say,
There's nothing more I can do for Tara!
She staggered to me one evening
Bade me a cat's goodbye,
Crept to a geranium pot
In a quiet spot on the floor,
Trying to hide her agony
And keep her dignity.
There she died like the warrior she was.
Tara is now at peace
Her memory will never grow old.
poem by Katie Kent
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It was really fun being in Tara's trailer, working on my lines. Tara is such an amazing actress. She's so good at what she does. I learned a lot from watching her.
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Lines.—When this heart is cold and still
When this heart is cold and still,
And can throb for thee no more;
When it wakes not to the thrill
Of the harp's wild chord;
Nor can e'en afford
A sigh to the days of yore;
Then come to my silent tomb,
Which the breeze will murmur over:
Where reigns the deepest gloom—
Where the bat flits by
And the ravens cry—
Thou shalt the spot discover.
poem by Louisa Stuart Costello
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For Your Pleasure
For your pleasure
In our present state
Part false part true
Like anything
We present ourselves
The words we use
Tumble all over
Your shoulder
Gravel hard and loose
There all night
Lying
With your dark horse
Hiding
Abhorring such extremes
You're rubbing shoulders
With the stars
At night shining so bright
Getting older
But you'll wake up
Soon and fight
In the morning
Things you worried about
Last night
Will seem lighter
I hope things
Will turn out right
Old man-
Through every step a change
You watch me walk away
Tara tara ...
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Sleeping Buddha
Happening?
you heave a sigh.
In peril, mother of peace?
Real threat
to ice lingam? the Creator?
Falling apart?
Cat’s claw was not healing.
Where the greens will go?
The pods, the seeds?
Tara, Tara!
come again,
we are waiting on the hills.
Glaciers were shrinking-
rivers are sad
and trees are weeping.
poem by Satish Verma
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For Your Pleasure
(ferry)
For your pleasure
In our present state
Part false part true
Like anything
We present ourselves
The words we use tumble
All over your shoulder
Gravel hard and loose
There all night lying
With your dark horse hiding
Abhorring such extremes
Youre rubbing shoulders
With the stars at night
Shining so bright
Getting older
But youll wake up soon
And fight
In the morning
Things you worried about
Last night
Will seem lighter
I hope things
Will turn out right
Old man
Through every step a change
You watch me walk away
Tara tara....
song performed by by Roxy Music
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Embrace new wave
Come dance, advance, no strings attached,
except of harp or violin,
authenticity unmatched
shall shed lies, ties that bred chagrin.
Thus inner doors may be unlatched,
contradictions' gins cave in
Embrace new wave, surf safe, unscratched;
soul wakes, breaks compromising sin.
(11 May 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Tom Moore
Moore found the ballads of Green Isle,
Were oft obscured beneath the soil
As miner digging in a mine
Finds rubbish 'mong the gold so fine.
So Moore placed dross in the waste basket
And enshrined jewels in casket,
Where all may view each charming gem
In Ireland's grand old diadem.
In eastern lands his fame prevails
In wondrous Oriental tales ;
So full of gems his Lala Rookh
Hindoos and Bramins read his book,
And dark eyed Persian girls admire
The beauties of his magic lyre
Glowing like pearls of great price
Those distant gleams of Paradise.
He sang of Bryan Borohm's glory,
Renowned in ancient Irish story,
And shows the wide expanded walls
Which once encircled Tara's Halls
When joyous harp did there resound
And Ireland's greatest king was crowned
All wars and tumults then did cease,
Ireland did prosper great in peace.
He sung of meeting of the waters,
And of Ireland's charming daughters ;
Great minstrel from his harp both flows
Ireland's triumphs and her woes ;
Canada doth his fame prolong,
While she doth sing his great boat song.
And his own countrymen adore
The genial, witty, bright Tom Moore.
poem by James McIntyre
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Soon As My Heart Breaks
Soon as my heart breaks
Soon as my mind starts telling me
That Ive had enough
That Ive given all Ive got to you
With nothing in return
Soon as my heart breaks
Soon as my soul stops aching for you
Then Ill be alright
Maybe I can sleep the night
Knowing that Im free again
But how can I walk on knowing youre the only one I need
Cant you see me
Soon as my heart breaks
Soon as I hide the tears I cry
That youll will never know
Holding back the side of me
That longs to leave but cant let go
And how can I move on knowing your love is the one I need
Cant you see m
Cause if my heart breaks
Ill have to find the strength
To say the words goodbye
Soon as my heart breaks
song performed by by Taylor Dayne
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We all sit in front of our mics and our scripts lay on music stands. Then the silliness begins!
quote by Tara Strong
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Merry Christmas Song
Merry Christmas to The Lord
Merry Christmas To The O LOrd
Families and friends will come together to joy
The past restricted paths will come together to cross
The enemies together as if there has never been amomg them because the name of Jesus Christ
TATA TATA TATATATAT- TATAH - TEH TARARA TARARA TARA TAH
TATA TATA TATATATAT- TATAH - TEH TARARA TARARA TARA TAH
TATA TATA TATATATAT- TATAH - TEH TARARA TARARA TARA TAH TETATA TATA TARARA TARARA RAH
TATA TATA TATATATAT- TATAH - TEH TARARA TARARA TARA TAH TATETATA? TARARA TARARA TERARERA
Merry Christmas to The Lord
Merry Christmas To The O LOrd
Families and friends will come together to joy
The past restricted paths will come together to cross
The enemies together as if there has never been amomg them because the name of Jesus Christ
poem by Mthokozisi Ntokozo Maphumulo
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I like when a guy makes me feel like a woman and a little girl at the same time.
quote by Tara Reid
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Unstrung
My skies were blue, and my sun was bright,
And, with fingers tender and strong and light,
He woke up the music that slept before—
Echoing, echoing evermore!
By-and-by, my skies grew grey;—
No master-touch on the harp-strings lay,—
Dead silence cradled the notes divine:
His soul had wander'd away from mine.
Idly, o'er strange harps swept his hand,
Seeking for music more wild and grand.
He wearied at last of his fruitless quest,
And he came again to my harp for rest.
But the dust lay thick on the golden wires,
And they would not thrill to the old desires.
The chords, so broken and jarred with pain,
Could never be tender and sweet again.
poem by Ada Cambridge
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Dear Harp of my Country
Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee,
The cold chain of Silence had hung o'er thee long.
When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee,
And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song.
The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness
Have waken'd thy fondest, thy livliest thrill,
But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness,
That even in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.
Dear Harp of my country! farewell to thy numbers,
This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine!
Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers,
Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine.
If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover,
Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone;
I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over,
And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own.
poem by Thomas Moore
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If life means..
If life means path of obstecles,
I'll conquer them all
If life means seasons of challenge
I'll accept them all
If life means road of ups & down
I'll enjoy them all
If life means smiling when get hurt
I wont let my tears to fall
If life means giving and forgivng
I'll remit the mistakes of all
If life means realizing ones dreams
I wont compromise at all
If life means to live lively
I'll live it with you all
If life means being kind and good
I'll be generous to all
If life means your dreams, your life and you
I'll shine them all………….
TARA
Will shine always…..
poem by TARA.. Star
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Happy Birthday Tara
Every year we celebrate
the birth of our lives,
but as we get older
we start counting back the years.
When we have reached, twenty-one
we want it to remain
for the rest of our lives.
However, today is someone’s birthday
and only a tad older than twenty-one.
She has good reason to celebrate
with world in the palm of her hand.
She is bubbling with love,
a romance going strong.
Her life is on the up.
Today she will wake up
with love filling her eyes.
A new dawning year
with what surprises lie ahead for her.
I can only hope
there are many good ones there,
for Tara it is your birthday today.
May I say Happy Birthday,
hoping there are may more happy ones to come.
Have a wonderful day
filled with pleasant surprises
and lots of kisses from your true love.
Happy Birthday Tara.
Have a great day my friend.
Love and Hugs and kisses too.
David and Vera
Xxxx
1 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Burning Heat
Burning in my heart- burning in my soul
Gotta have it more and more- hot and overloaded
Starving for some fun tonight- always dressed to kill
Dont tell me what I need- I need the thrill indeed
Dont stop me now
Ill run you over- bastard
Get out of my way
I feel mighty great
Burning heat- gets me- burning heat
Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat
Cant you see it coming- stronger than a bull
Get yourself going- youre too easy to beat
Dont forget Im strong- powerful and straight
I can take you on cause I am hard to break
Dont stop me now
Ill run you over- bastard
Get out of my way
I feel mighty great
Burning heat- gets me- burning heat
Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat
Burning heat- gets me- burning heat
Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat
Burning heat- leads me- burning heat
Burning heat- feeds me- burning heat
Burning in my heart- burning in my soul
Gotta have it more and more- hot and overloaded
Burning heat- gets me- burning heat
Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat
Burning heat- leads me- burning heat
Burning heat- feeds me- burning heat
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Song Of The Harp
Angel play upon your harp.
Play it soft and clear.
If I listen long enough
maybe I will hear
all the tones that vibrate,
reaching through the spheres.
Angel play upon your harp
sweet music for my ears.
All the sounds that reach our young
are not too heavenly.
Their music is just so much noise,
I know it cannot be
music that an angel plays,
music that is sweet.
All they seem to want is
a steady throbbing beat.
Angel play upon your harp.
Play it night and day.
Maybe they might listen
to the silken tones you play.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Dancing to the Harp of Passion
Dancing to the Harp of Passion
Let the fire silently burn within,
our hearts as we dance tonight.
Let us dance from the peak of dawn,
to beginning of twilight.
Soak in this solitude-just you and me,
as we dance to the Harp of Passion.
A silent sound to others but us:
a song in melodic fashion.
Cast our shadows on the wall,
for they shall never age.
Remember this moment for all your life,
until our final days.
Dance through the fall of night,
and the rise of the moon.
The stars as our audience,
as well as the lune.
Dance is the art of movement.
Through it, love moves.
With you as we dance,
the feeling soothes...
Keep pace with the Harp of Passion,
with you only, do I feel this.
Dancing to the Harp of Passion,
an eternal state of bliss
poem by Wesley Mincin
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How Oft Has the Benshee Cried
How oft has the Benshee cried,
How oft has death untied
Bright links that Glory wove,
Sweet bonds entwined by Love.
Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth;
Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth;
Long may the fair and brave,
Sigh o'er the hero's grave.
We're fallen upon gloomy days!
Star after star decays.
Every bright name, that shed
Light o'er the land, is fled.
Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth
Lost joy, or hope that ne'er returneth:
But brightly flows the tear,
Wept o'er a hero's bier.
Quench'd are our beacon lights --
Thou, of the Hundred Fights!
Thou, on whose burning tongue
Truth, peace, and freedom hung!
Both mute, -- but long as valour shineth,
Or mercy's soul at war repineth,
So long shall Erin's pride
Tell how they lived and died.
poem by Thomas Moore
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