Still Standing
you blew part of me
but you left me standing
you sucked inside me
but you left in me some life
you dragged me along
and you've not had enough
But by the way, i was not afraid
i got a nerve for every dare devil
My soul is not panting at all
i got the guts to run all the way
till i bid my son farewell in my will
and am still not track!
Am still a hero like Napoleon never lived to be
cause i can know my enemy will never flee
Am still a conquer like Julius Caesar never was
cause i can treachery in every 'brute'
Its not yet over with me
though the clocks wind endlessly
poem by Timothy muggaga
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Caesar: Et tu, Brute? — Then fall, Caesar!
line from The Tragedy of Julius Caesar, Act III, Scene 1, script by William Shakespeare (1599)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Look What The Wind Blew In
In the dismal darkness
I have sat and gazed, amazed
At the blazing factories
Like the lonely man
Who stands on the seashore
And I am afraid
As weary as I am
I try
I seem to see that things look ok
Run, run in your skin
Look what the wind just blew in
Many lovely ladies
I have felt, touched
And I was not afraid
I took them out dancing
Out romancing
And I was not afriad
Then somewhere from the north
This gale I knew just flew in
And I am afraid
Run, run in your skin
Look what the wind just blew in
Run, run in your skin
Look what the wind just blew in
Run, you got to run in your skin
Look what the wind just blew in
Look what the wind just blew in
You got to look what the wind just blew in
You got to look what the wind just blew in
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Adieu;
The summer nights that emptied all sorrows.
The winter nights filled me with pain.
The slow breeze of autumn that humbly blew my hairs.
Of all the days that i did spend.
Of all the nights that i have seen.
And all those faces.
Young and old.
I remember them still.
I remember them now.
Oh how each day enroled a lesson.
One that was worth learning.
And how each moment that left my clock.
Left its fragrance with it.
The rains; the sun; the moon; the breeze.
That left there certain cries of ease.
Worth recalling; when i was sad.
Or broken by someones words.
And as each day slipped through my fingers.
Many memories; welcomed my heart.
And now as my heart beats still.
And now as death comes near.
Farewell oh dear, cruel world.
Farewell its traps and games.
Farewell to them who lived with me.
Farewell to love and pain.
I say adieu to every soul that lives a silent life.
May you find peace that i have found.
With death upon my door.
It is love that made me fly in the seventh sky.
But it was hope that never left me; for eternity.
poem by Furqan Asad
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A Frozen Farewell
The night growing older
By the clocks ticker
I approach life’s end
I see him lay in front of me
My beloved grandfather gone away
All around I see his soul gone
People mourn the death
But too far to know I lay
To this very day I miss him
He will always be in my heart
People may have forgotten him
But I always remember him
My only wish…to talk to him
Before he left us in the world
A farewell always frozen in me
A farewell never uttered
I only saw him when it too late
As I entered the gate
It was not my fate
To utter my last farewell
poem by Nosherwan khan
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Crossroads
All you folks think you own my life
But you never made any sacrifice
Demons they are on my trail
Im standing at the crossroads of the hell
I look to the left I look to the right
Therere hands that grab me on every side
All you folks think I got my price
At which Ill sell all that is mine
You think money rules when all else fails
Go sell your soul and keep your shell
Im trying to protect what I keep inside
All the reasons why I live my life
Some say the devil be a mystical thing
I say the devil he a walking man
He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief
He try to tell you what you want
Try to tell you what you need
Standing at the point
The road it cross you down
What is at your back
Which way do you turn
Who will come to find you first
Your devils or your gods
All you folks think you run my life
Say I should be willing to compromise
I say all you demons go back to hell
Ill save my soul save myself
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Croassroads
All you folks think you own my life
But you never made any sacrifice
Demons they are on my trail
Im standing at the crossroads of the hell
I look to the left I look to the right
Therere hands that grab me on every side
All you folks think I got my price
At which Ill sell all that is mine
You think money rules when all else fails
Go sell your soul and keep your shell
Im trying to protect what I keep inside
All the reasons why I live my life
Some say the devil be a mystical thing
I say the devil he a walking man
He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief
He try to tell you what you want
Try to tell you what you need
Standing at the point
The road it cross you down
What is at your back
Which way do you turn
Who will come to find you first
Your devils or your gods
All you folks think you run my life
Say I should be willing to comprimise
I say all you demons go back to hell
Ill save my soul save myself
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Success Of The Hero
Here in the West our boys have been taught
to adore the success of the hero.
You must rise above,
You must feel the love,
You must attain the best,
You must never rest
until there's nothing more.
And at the pinnacle of achievement
the hero must die.
He must lose his fame,
He must be fair game,
He must say farewell,
He must hear them tell
stories of who he was before.
At this point his life's over.
He is falling apart.
He must rise up and live,
He must learn how to give,
He must want to be whole.
He must conquer his soul
and know that a hero he's not.
He's a human. He just forgot.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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How Bad Do You Want It
Robert Johnson went to the crossroads, so the legend goes
He left with his guitar, and the devil kept his soul, the devil kept his soul
Been out here on this highway, breathin' diesel, smoke
Driving' hard to hours, to make that Memphis show
People always asked me, son what does it take?
To reach out and touch your dreams, to them I always say
Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Is it a fire? That burns you up inside
Chorus:
How bad do you want it? How bad do you need it?
Are you eatin' sleepin' dreamin' with that one thing on your mind?
How bad do you want it? How bad do you need it?
'Cause if you want it all you've got to lay it all out on the line
I get to make my living, doing what I love
Every night I give my heart and soul, sometimes that ain't enough
Brother if you're like me, lookin' down that road
Be careful of that wild wind son, sometimes it don't let go
Can you feel it? Can you taste it? Can you hear it?
Knocking at your door
Chorus
Solo
Bridge:
There's always a price you pay, no matter what you do
If you're gonna climb that mountain to the top, it always comes down to
Chorus
Robert Johnson went to the crossroads, so the legend goes
He left with his guitar, and the devil kept his soul, and the devil
kept his soul
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Enemy Moon
Since I was blinded by the stars crashing in against my breast,
I fled, hurling myself backwards into the skies from the past.
Ten autumnal kings rose up against me.
Angels and treachery always accelerate downfalls.
A leaf, a man.
In your orbit my blood was burning, enemy moon.
Save me from years in a nebulous state,
from mirrors that pronounce apparel and vanished pages,
from stamped hands in yawning memories.
Flee!
They're burying us in enemy wind.
My soul has forgotten the rules.
poem by Rafael Alberti from Concerning The Angels (1929), translated by Christopher Sawyer-Lauçanno
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Margery of the Fens
I
Yes, I'm dying by inches; the Devil has got his way:
I fought him fourscore years, but he's gripped me hard to-day.
No, not God, not a word of God! For I let him be.
The Devil is waiting, I tell you, but God has forgotten me.
II
Sir, you know I'm a witch? Look here, lean closer down:
If you tossed me into the dyke, you know I couldn't drown;
If you pricked me over with pins, I never could feel a pin;
For the Devil has sealed me his, and I've sinned the Original Sin.
III
Fourscore years have I lived, here in the heart of the Fens,
Dragging ages of years, but fourscore years of men's;
And the pools 'll stir, and the fogs 'll rise, and the winds 'll moan;--
Ay, there were others along with me, once; but they're gone, they're gone.
IV
Ages of years alone! There was Dickon, my man, he died,
And the child didn't die, but her father was on the Almighty's side,
And he took him away to himself; but he left the girl to hell,
And me he left to the Devil, with hardly a soul to sell.
V
Cursed and motherless girl, motherless girl that was mine!
I brought her up on my knees, and she left 'em to herd with swine;
I never have named her name these twoscore years save three:
She cast me off to be harlot, and I cast her off from me.
VI
What's that crying and wailing? The wind? Oh, ay, the wind.
And the wages of sin is death, and the soul shall die that hath sinned.
She cast me off, and she came back home with her baby again;
And I spoke no word, and I shut the door in her face in the rain.
VII
And the baby wailed and wailed on the threshold out in the night;
And all night long she lay at the door, and I sat upright;
And at morn she rose, and I spoke no word, and she went her way;
And the wages of sin is death, and it's I must die to-day.
VIII
Inch by inch I'm dying, and Satan's at watch hard by,
For he'll have my soul,--it was all I had,--when I come to die;
For my man that was he died, and my girl that was she fell,
And I flung my soul away, and the Devil caught it for hell.
IX
Twoscore years save three I've lived the life of a witch,
And I've plagued the cattle and folk with cramp and murrain and stitch;
And I've sold my soul, for my girl she killed my heart: let be;
She cast me off to be harlot, and I cast her off from me.
X
Go, and leave me alone. I'm past your help. I shall lie,
As she lay, through the night, and at morn, as she went in the rain, I shall die.
Go, and leave me alone. Let me die as I lived. But oh,
If the wind wouldn't cry and wail with the baby's cry as I go!
poem by Arthur Symons
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I have lived long enough both in years and in accomplishments.
quote by Julius Caesar
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hero(its all in you)
There is a hero in everyone its left for you to search deep within you and when you find that hero in you, you need not to be afraid when you feel all hope is gone there is one more place you need to search and that deep within you and it will make you strong then you will finally see the truth that there has always a hero deep inside you waiting for you.
poem by Ijeoma Princess
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Enemy Of All
A father is the enemy
When he left unpaid debts
A foolish son is the enemy of
His parents
A beautiful wife is the enemy of
Her husband
A mother with loose character
Is the enemy of her children
A greedy corrupt and notorious king
Is the enemy of the country men
O friend, remember
If you are not doing any good deeds
Beneficial to others you are the enemy
Of your soul and enemy of you
As you are destroying yourself
As your same soul is there in the body of all.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I have lived long enough to satisfy both nature and glory.
quote by Julius Caesar
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Im Not Hero
I-i had a chance for glory
Ooh-ooh wouldnt tell you no lies
Same end on another story
I-i could have prophesised
Id lose the prize
I-Im gonna raid the future
Ooh-ooh and I wanna know why
Everything is so temporary
Ooh those Ill let you know eyes
I should have realized
Im no hero
I wont get the glory
Im the one whos left behind
Im no hero
No place in your story
Im the man whos left behind
I must have been blind
Must have been
I-i needed understanding
Ooh-ooh you didnt symphathise
Left me here-left without a warning
Ooh you left me paralysed
I-i should have realized
Im no hero
I wont get the glory
Im the one whos left behind
Im no hero
No place in your story
Im the man whos left behind
I must have been blind
Must have been...oh so blind ahh blind
-solo-
Im no hero
I wont get the glory
Im the one whos left behind
Im no hero
No place in your story
Im the man whos left behind
I must have been blind
Must have been
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Always Will Be
Our sun is set, our day is done, Im left here wondering
Is this the end, my final words to you
Day turned to night and now youre gone, Im left here pondering
Can this be true, are we really through
You were the wind beneath my wings, taught me how to fly
With you I lived among the kings, how could this ever die
So I say farewell, Im yours forever,
And I always will be
We were one, we were all, we were the only
Future full of hope, nothing could stand in our way
But dreams can change, visions fall, I feel so lonely
I would walk through fire for just one more day
You were the angel of my life, taught me to be free
Now Im a stranger in your eyes, walls are closing in on me
So I say farewell, Im yours forever
And I always will be
Missing you, in my heart you are the one
And you always will be
When I turn to the east, I see no dawn,
But after darkness comes the light
And when I turn to the west, the silent night hides all
Where is the light that shines so bright
So I say farewell, Im yours forever
And I always will be
Missing you, in my heart you are the one
And you always will be
Nah-nah-na ... and you always will be
Nah-nah-na ... and you always will be
And you always will be
My little one you are
And you always will be
song performed by by Hammerfall
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Welcome Home
The lonely ghosts who ride the wind
forever seeking sanctuary.
Are too afraid to leave behind
their old familiarity.
They’ve earned their wings but dare not fly
and so they wander endlessly
repeating their pathetic cry.
I do not know where I should be.
They dare not ask: Fear the reply
you must have faith and just let go
It’s not your place to wonder why
When you arrive then you will know.
The answers which eluded you
throughout your life and they are true.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Off the Track
Oh where the deuce is the track, the track?
Round an' round, an' forrard, an' back!
“Keep the sun on yer right,” they said—
But, hang it, he's gone an' got over my head!
“Make for a belt of apple trees;”—
Jist so. But where's yer belt, if ye please?
By gum, it's hot! This child'll melt,
An' there ain't no apples, nor ain't no belt.
“Keep clear o' the timber-getters' tracks,”
But wich is wich, I'd beg to ax?
They forks and jines, the devil knows how—
I wish I'd a sight o' either now!
“Leave the track,” sez they, “when you sees
Some yards to the right two big grass trees.”
Two! It's dozens on dozens I pass—
Most on 'em big, an' all on 'em grass.
Oh where the deuce is the track, the track?
I'm fairly taken aback, aback.
“Keep tow'rd the river. You can't go wrong.”
Whew? Can't I, though! That was rayther strong.
“Follow the lay o' the land,” sez they;
But, Lord, this flat ain't got no lay!
Whew! Ain't it hot on the pint o' the nose?
An' the more I mops the hotter I grows.
“An' when you comes to the foot o' the range”—
WHEN! That's the pint. But ain't it strange,
That the further I goes, to left or right,
The more there ain't no range in sight.
Gum trees, gum trees, slim an' high,
Timber green an' timber dry.
Blackened stumps an' fallen logs—
Lively work as on we jogs!
Oh the devil an' all take the flat, the flat!
I'm one myself for the matter o' that.
I'm mazed, an' so is the brute I rides,
An' the sun's getting over the left besides.
Dash it, I'll follow my nose, my nose!
Step out, straight forrard, here goes, here goes!
Let the sun be left, or the sun be right,
Summat or other must come in sight.
* * * * *
Well, well! If this ain't too bad by half!
Lor', how the beggars 'll laugh an' chaff!
Back to my startin' point? Yes; tis so.
I put up them slip-rails six hours ago.
poem by James Brunton Stephens
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Hero?
Hail great hero!
Hero brave!
We praise you hero!
I your slave
Now duly fall
On giving knee
In hero worship
Unto thee!
Now did you hero save our globe
When draped in classic hero’s robe?
And did it flow as reddened blood
As battles raged in fields of mud?
Oh hero tell me of your fame:
Were writhing serpents fair your game?
Did you pierce the dragon’s heart
Intrepid hero; play the part
When Tyrant slain in hero’s fight
On quaking ground thro’ battle’s might?
And did you hero conquer evil -
Waste the minions of the devil?
Oh valiant hero, does your armour
Gleam from ventures steeped in valour?
Your sword oh hero, sparks a glint
From charging steel to give the hint
Of what great chapters Hero's Tome
Might tell to us when heroes roam
Through lands of yore when goblins vile
Sought a chance to kill for bile.
Oh hail thy hero,
Hero tall!
Bless you hero,
As I fall
In blushing shame,
I speak to me…
This mirror aids to fantasise
That I be hero worldly wise,
But meek and mild is all I am:
Hero naught; unbridled scam.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
Hero hero hero hero
Hero hero hero hero
Hero hero hero hero
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Daily Act of Presence
Eight hours at work, commuting sometimes two,
the daily act of presence is assigned
its p[l]ace, weak celebration paid in kind,
traced race to waste bereft, much left to do.
Eight hours abed, at table almost two,
the daily act of presence, daily grind,
few dare opt out of as life's clocks unwind, -
such haste to conquer Time, whose ride’s askew.
Three hours of leisure, then, without ado,
day's drive departs, leaves most deprived of breath.
Who'd buck luck's trend bends in the end to Death
whose lock mocks motto 'to thyself be true! '
Three hours for chat, sex, net or television,
no wonder Man’s case-study for derision.
16 May 2001 revised 18 December 2008
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The Daily Act of Presence
Eight hours at work, in travel up to two,
the daily act of presence is assigned
and celebrated weakly, paid in kind, -
so much to waste, so little left to do.
Eight hours abed, at table almost two,
the daily act of presence, daily grind,
few dare opt out as life's clocks unwind, -
such haste to conquer Time, whose ride’s askew.
Three hours leisure, then, without ado,
the day departs, leaves most deprived of breath.
Who'd buck the trend bends in the end to Death -
what sense retains 'unto thyself be true'?
Three hours for music, films or television –
no wonder Man’s case-study for derision!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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