City Of Orgies
CITY of orgies, walks and joys!
City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make
you illustrious,
Not the pageants of you--not your shifting tableaux, your spectacles,
repay me;
Not the interminable rows of your houses--nor the ships at the
wharves,
Nor the processions in the streets, nor the bright windows, with
goods in them;
Nor to converse with learn'd persons, or bear my share in the soiree
or feast;
Not those--but, as I pass, O Manhattan! your frequent and swift flash
of eyes offering me love,
Offering response to my own--these repay me;
Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me.
poem by Walt Whitman
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With A Wish To Repay The Betrayer
It's something to be thumbed up,
With a dump done.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
It hard to overcome,
A shunning that stuns.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
With a wish to repay the betrayer!
Gritting teeth with a bit of anger in it.
And a wish to repay the betrayer.
Leaving lips bitten with no anger of it hidden.
And a wish to repay the betrayer.
Feeling overheated with paypack needed.
With a wish to repay the betrayer.
Emotions come with nowhere to run.
With a wish to repay the betrayer.
Oh...my, my!
Heart thumping with a lumping.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
With a wish to repay the betrayer.
It's something to be thumbed up,
With a dump done.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
With a wish to repay the betrayer.
With a wish to repay the betrayer.
Oh...my, my!
Heart thumping with a lumping.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
With a wish to repay the betrayer.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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City Of Ships
CITY of ships!
(O the black ships! O the fierce ships!
O the beautiful, sharp-bow'd steam-ships and sail-ships!)
City of the world! (for all races are here;
All the lands of the earth make contributions here;)
City of the sea! city of hurried and glittering tides!
City whose gleeful tides continually rush or recede, whirling in and
out, with eddies and foam!
City of wharves and stores! city of tall façades of marble and iron!
Proud and passionate city! mettlesome, mad, extravagant city!
Spring up, O city! not for peace alone, but be indeed yourself,
warlike! 10
Fear not! submit to no models but your own, O city!
Behold me! incarnate me, as I have incarnated you!
I have rejected nothing you offer'd me--whom you adopted, I have
adopted;
Good or bad, I never question you--I love all--I do not condemn
anything;
I chant and celebrate all that is yours--yet peace no more;
In peace I chanted peace, but now the drum of war is mine;
War, red war, is my song through your streets, O city!
poem by Walt Whitman
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City Of Worcester
Worcester, the city of noise,
Walking along these city streets,
Seeing people busy,
pacing,
Cracked city walks,
Aged city houses,
Beautiful city air, '
Never seems to be a minute to spare,
As cars stream along,
Cops and fire trucks pass down my street.
Loud children playing in the streets.
As I walk down the street of mine,
I hear parents yelling at their children.
Dogs barking as you walk by,
Houses that are old and crusty,
Men and women fighting.
This right here is the city I was born in.
The City Of Worcester!
poem by Cassandra Prew
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Tell Me Why
Sailing heart-ships thru broken harbors
Out on the waves in the night
Still the searcher must ride the dark horse
Racing alone in his fright.
Tell me why, tell me why
Is it hard to make arrangements with yourself,
When your old enough to repay but young enough to sell?
Tell me lies later, come and see me
Ill be around for a while.
I am lonely but you can free me
All in the way that you smile
Tell me why, tell me why
Is it hard to make arrangements with yourself,
When your old enough to repay but young enough to sell?
Tell me why, tell me why
Tell me why, tell me why
song performed by by Neil Young
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Regrets stored
Uncle, aunt and granny,
All poured me love in plenty.
They were gone before I could repay.
There were a great many
Who lent their hands and money.
They were gone before I could repay.
Parents gave me love and blood
And guarded me from any crash.
They were done in benevolent neglect.
Cousins, nieces and nephews,
On whom I showered honey.
Had licked it and slipped away.
There were scattered peers,
Whom I pleased in all spheres.
Ere my asking, they vanished.
Daughter and son were the hopes,
Who too, as grown up, broke their rope
And had no time to repay.
I leave as much creditors
As I have had debtors in my life.
Kindly tally, my Creator.
21.10.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love Is Just A Visitor
Polished darkness groomed for a city
A city of pain
A city of games
A city that will blow your mind
Strangers are libraries
Ships of Venus by the moon
We wrestle with visitors
The normal is tragic and boring
Don’t you love a city at night?
Recluse in the lights
Confused like jazz
She walks into my life like a church
Now I am on my knees
Eclectic as Paris
Driven with the ambition of libido
The streets of Manhattan
Shops in the Village
Coffee like cocaine
She paints like Hendrix was alive
Central Park like Jackson Pollack
She says, “Baby, love is just a visitor
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The Way You Love Me
[verse 1]
I tried to find You but I didn't know Your name
I searched for love, but I found only pain
I chased the truth, but I only caught the lies
When I searched for beauty
Dirt got in my eyes
(pre-chorus)
And then Your love showed up
And it erased my pain
Lord, You gave it all just to clear my name
[chorus]
Why You love me I cannot understand
How You love me, can't even comprehend
That You want me as broken as I am
I can never repay
The way You love me
[verse 2]
The closer that I get to You the smaller this world seems
Deep inside my heart You placed eternity
You gave me room to breathe, a place to get away
Standing in Your presence with a debt I can't repay
(pre-chorus)
And then Your love showed up
And it erased my pain
Lord, You gave it all just to clear my name
[chorus]
Why You love me I cannot understand
How You love me, can't even comprehend
That You want me as broken as I am
I can never repay
The way You love me
[bridge]
There's no high, there's no low
There's no power or control
Nothing's gonna keep me from You
[chorus]
Why You love me I cannot understand
How You love me, can't even comprehend
That You want me as broken as I am
I can never repay
The way You love me
I love the way, the way You love me
song performed by by ZoeGirl
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Lovers Walk
I wont walk with my head bowed
(be on) beyond caution where lovers walk
My love walks where threes a crowd
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Lovers walk, lovers scramble
Beyond caution where the lovers walk
Lovers step, shuffle and gamble
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Lovers trip, lovers stumble
Lovers dip, lovers fumble
Lovers lip where love has crumbled
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Lovers strut, lovers stroll, lovers leap
Lovers late, lovers wait
Making promises that they cant keep
Lovers link up arm and arm
Lovers slink up, lovers charm
Lovers drink up and come to harm
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Love is gone and its no ones fault
Love has stopped here, lovers halt
Lovers dont walk, lovers run
Will you look what love has done
Will you look what love has done
Will you look what love has done
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Now loves limping on a lovers crutch
Looking for a hand with a personal touch
Beyond caution where lovers walk
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Sonnet: Students’ Duty to Teachers...
Most teachers share knowledge with students all,
And help them learn the things they ought in life,
And train and groom them for the exam-hall,
And eke a livelihood, avoiding strife.
How should students repay their sacrifice,
Devotion, love and labour, teachers lend?
–Obedience, industriousness suffice,
With reverence to teachers till the end.
One can’t repay a teacher’s service, love,
Or priceless time, attention rendered free;
When students toil to rise in life, and prove
Much greater than their teachers tend to be,
It fills a teacher’s heart with joy to know,
His work was useful to students somehow!
(3-07-’11)
poem by John Celes
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Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun
GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;
Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows;
Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape;
Give me fresh corn and wheat--give me serene-moving animals, teaching
content;
Give me nights perfectly quiet, as on high plateaus west of the
Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars;
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, where I can
walk undisturb'd;
Give me for marriage a sweet-breath'd woman, of whom I should never
tire;
Give me a perfect child--give me, away, aside from the noise of the
world, a rural, domestic life;
Give me to warble spontaneous songs, reliev'd, recluse by myself, for
my own ears only; 10
Give me solitude--give me Nature--give me again, O Nature, your
primal sanities!
--These, demanding to have them, (tired with ceaseless excitement,
and rack'd by the war-strife;)
These to procure, incessantly asking, rising in cries from my heart,
While yet incessantly asking, still I adhere to my city;
Day upon day, and year upon year, O city, walking your streets,
Where you hold me enchain'd a certain time, refusing to give me up;
Yet giving to make me glutted, enrich'd of soul--you give me forever
faces;
(O I see what I sought to escape, confronting, reversing my cries;
I see my own soul trampling down what it ask'd for.)
Keep your splendid, silent sun; 20
Keep your woods, O Nature, and the quiet places by the woods;
Keep your fields of clover and timothy, and your corn-fields and
orchards;
Keep the blossoming buckwheat fields, where the Ninth-month bees hum;
Give me faces and streets! give me these phantoms incessant and
endless along the trottoirs!
Give me interminable eyes! give me women! give me comrades and lovers
by the thousand!
Let me see new ones every day! let me hold new ones by the hand every
day!
Give me such shows! give me the streets of Manhattan!
Give me Broadway, with the soldiers marching--give me the sound of
the trumpets and drums!
(The soldiers in companies or regiments--some, starting away, flush'd
and reckless;
Some, their time up, returning, with thinn'd ranks--young, yet very
old, worn, marching, noticing nothing;) 30
--Give me the shores and the wharves heavy-fringed with the black
ships!
O such for me! O an intense life! O full to repletion, and varied!
The life of the theatre, bar-room, huge hotel, for me!
The saloon of the steamer! the crowded excursion for me! the torch-
light procession!
The dense brigade, bound for the war, with high piled military wagons
following;
People, endless, streaming, with strong voices, passions, pageants;
Manhattan streets, with their powerful throbs, with the beating
drums, as now;
The endless and noisy chorus, the rustle and clank of muskets, (even
the sight of the wounded;)
Manhattan crowds, with their turbulent musical chorus--with varied
chorus, and light of the sparkling eyes;
Manhattan faces and eyes forever for me. 40
poem by Walt Whitman
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If You Ever Make a Mistake
If you make a mistake,
Admit it.
And get it right out of your way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape.
Believing what is done is okay!
If you ever make a mistake,
Just admit it!
And get it out of the way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape...
That mistake someday you'll repay!
There's no need for moaning or groaning,
Over what's been done.
No one lives a perfect life,
Under the Sun!
Alibis are like houseflies.
They begin to annoy.
And habits are like pests when invited...
They are hard to destroy.
Even if you hit 'em with a bat...
They come right back!
If you make a mistake,
Admit it.
And get it right out of your way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape.
Believing what is done is okay!
If you ever make a mistake,
Just admit it!
And get it out of the way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape...
That mistake someday you'll repay!
Strap in that saddle and take that ride.
Admit that mistake made,
And push it aside!
'Okay, okay, okay!
So I made a mistake.
So what's the big deal? '
~Getting you to admit it! ~
If you make a mistake,
Admit it.
And get it right out of your way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape.
Believing what is done is okay!
If you ever make a mistake,
Just admit it!
And get it out of the way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape...
That mistake someday you'll repay!
'Okay, okay, okay!
So I made a mistake.
So what's the big deal? '
~Getting you to admit it!
If you didn't...
That mistake would have others that you make!
And with me,
That's not okay! ~
'Geeessshhh...
Okay!
But please...
Stop the song and dance routine.
I get it! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Sir Walter Scott
From deserts wild and many a pathless wood
Of savage climes where I have wandered long,
Whose hills and streams are yet ungraced by song,
I bring, illustrious friend, this garland rude:
The offering, though uncouth, in kindly mood
Thou wilt regard, if haply there should be,
'Mong meaner things, the flower simplicity,
Fresh from coy Nature's virgin solitude.
Accept this frail memorial, honoured Scott,
Of favoured intercourse in former day --
Of words of kindness I have ne'er forgot --
Of acts of friendship I can ne'er repay:
For I have found (and wherefore say it not?)
The Minstrel's heart as noble as his lay.
poem by Thomas Pringle
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Mannahatta
I WAS asking for something specific and perfect for my city,
Whereupon, lo! upsprang the aboriginal name!
Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly,
musical, self-sufficient;
I see that the word of my city is that word up there,
Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb, with
tall and wonderful spires,
Rich, hemm'd thick all around with sailships and steamships--an
island sixteen miles long, solid-founded,
Numberless crowded streets--high growths of iron, slender, strong,
light, splendidly uprising toward clear skies;
Tide swift and ample, well-loved by me, toward sundown,
The flowing sea-currents, the little islands, larger adjoining
islands, the heights, the villas,
The countless masts, the white shore-steamers, the lighters, the
ferry-boats, the black sea-steamers well-model'd; 10
The down-town streets, the jobbers' houses of business--the houses of
business of the ship-merchants, and money-brokers--the river-
streets;
Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a week;
The carts hauling goods--the manly race of drivers of horses--the
brown-faced sailors;
The summer air, the bright sun shining, and the sailing clouds aloft;
The winter snows, the sleigh-bells--the broken ice in the river,
passing along, up or down, with the flood tide or ebb-tide;
The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-form'd, beautiful-faced,
looking you straight in the eyes;
Trottoirs throng'd--vehicles--Broadway--the women--the shops and
shows,
The parades, processions, bugles playing, flags flying, drums
beating;
A million people--manners free and superb--open voices--hospitality--
the most courageous and friendly young men;
The free city! no slaves! no owners of slaves! 20
The beautiful city, the city of hurried and sparkling waters! the
city of spires and masts!
The city nested in bays! my city!
The city of such women, I am mad to be with them! I will return after
death to be with them!
The city of such young men, I swear I cannot live happy, without I
often go talk, walk, eat, drink, sleep, with them!
poem by Walt Whitman
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Sonnet: Care of the Elderly
God, bless the souls who care for elderly!
Oh, what a lovely service they perform!
And wretched be those thinking cleverly,
Escaping duties, keeping them not warm.
The elder ones took care of us when young;
What love they showered when we were children!
‘They cooked us tasty foods with wet cow-dung! ’
They told us fables showing what’s heaven.
How can we then repay the love we get?
-By taking care of elderly in turn.
Can we ever repay their loving debt?
We fail to carry sometimes ev’n their urn!
The elderly can bless one’s family;
Their curses lead to ruin verily!
poem by John Celes
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You have not lived a perfect day, even though you have earned your money, unless you have done something for someone who will never be able to repay you.
quote by Ruth Smeltzer
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Gunface
Gonna go downtown
Gonna get my gun
Gonna dress real sharp
Gonna beat my drum
I ain't gonna lie
Gonna walk so slow
Gonna talk just right
And my diamond ring
Gonna shine so bright
I ain't gonna lie
I've got a debt to repay
I ain't gonna cry
I put a gun in your face
You'll pay with your life
And I got my ears
And I got my eyes
And I got my narks
And my alibis
I won't waste your time
You made one false move
You made one mistake
When the juice is squeezed
That's the way it breaks
You'll pay for your crime
Your tongue lickin' way out of place
I'll rip it out
I'll stick a gun in your face
You'll pay with your life
I taught her everything I taught her how to dream
I taught her everything
I'm gonna teach her how to scream
I taught her all she knows
I taught her how to lie
I taught her everything
I'm gonna teach her how to cry
And you cause me hurt
And you cause me pain
And you turned the tap
On my burning rage
And I can't put it out
Gonna leave no sign
Gonna leave no trace
Gonna leave this town
In a state of grace
Give me the power
I got a debt to repay
I ain't gonna lie
I put a gun in your face
You'll pay for the crime
I taught her everything
I taught her how to speak
I taught her all she knows
I taught her how to eat
I half invented her
And now she acts so chic
I taught her everything
But now she's obselete
I taught her everything
How to read and write
I taught her all she knows
She was a neophyte
I taught her everything
I loved to watch her grow
I taught her everything
And now I want to see her go
I taught her everything
I got a debt to repay
I ain't gonna cry
I'll put a gun in your face
You're playing with your life
I taught her everything
I taught her how to cheat
I taught her all she knows
She was so indiscreet
I taught her everything
I taught her how to lie
I taught her everything
I'm gonna teach her how to cry
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Bridges To Babylon
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Sometimes Lovers
Sometimes there are teardrops across your face
Sometimes there are rainbows in the same place
And I dont know which way to turn
Sometimes lovers dont act like they should
And sometimes lovers dont do all they could
Sometimes lovers hide in the cover
Of innocence and blame
I know sometimes we act just the same
Your hearts in the city, it wears me down
No love, no pity, in this town
And I dont know which way to turn
Sometimes lovers dont act like they should
And sometimes lovers dont do all they could
Sometimes lovers hide in the cover
Of innocence and blame
I know baby
Hold on tight to me mama
Tell me what went wrong
Im alright I will lay beside you
Till the night is gone
Ah, oo ...
Sometimes lovers dont act like they should
And sometimes lovers dont do all they could
Sometimes lovers hide in the cover
Of innocence and blame
Sometimes lovers dont act like they should
Sometimes lovers dont do all they could
Sometimes lovers hide in the cover
Of innocence and blame
song performed by by America
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To My dear MOTHER.
AN Ode to My Mother
Days of uneaten food, unclosed eyelid,
Months that weighed heavily your mid,
Hours you spent labouring for breath,
Moments of unbearable pain that brought me to earth,
Can I ever repay you for giving me birth?
Months you spent teaching me to eat,
Guiding me lovingly to stand on my feet,
Beauteous smile lit your lovely face,
On my small triumphs in early days.
The pain in your eyes and unshed tears,
Echoed my trials and untold fears.
Your comforting hands embraced me night and day,
To alleviate my pains and keep my worries at bay.
Boundless love, You shower, even today,
Mother, how, oh, how will I ever repay?
poem by Rama Muthukrishnan
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Sad But True (feat. Kid Rock)
Hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who takes you there
hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who cares
they
they betray
I'm your only true friend now
they
they'll betray
I'm forever there
I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel
sad but true
I'm your dream, mind astray
I'm your eyes while you're away
I'm your pain while you repay
you know it's sad but true
you
you're my mask
you're my cover, my shelter
you
you're my mask
you're the one who's blamed
do
do my work
do my dirty work, scapegoat
do
do my deeds
for you're the one who's shamed
I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel
sad but true
I'm your dream, mind astray
I'm your eyes while you're away
I'm your pain while you repay
you know it's sad but true
I'm your dream, I'm your eyes
I'm your pain, I'm your dream
I'm your eyes, I'm your pain
you know it's sad but true
hate
I'm your hate
I'm your hate when you want love
pay
pay the price
pay, for nothing's fair
hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who took you here
hey
I'm your life
and I no longer care
I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel
sad but true
I'm your truth, telling lies
I'm your reasoned alibis
I'm inside open your eyes
I'm you
sad but true
song performed by by Metallica
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Picture Of A City
I picture the bright lights
Faces becoming a blur
The sound of a city not sleeping
Sirens and shouts in the distance
Trying to piece together fragments
Of a story I want to understand
Maybe making it up is easier
The hurry and the pace of the city
I’m watching perched on my balcony
Water, ice and whisky in a glass
Perfect company for a winter evening
Sat looking down on mans creations
In the hustle of the night life
Music beats rise and fall and rise again
Always with a changing frequency
Lovers stroll arm in arm casual
Looking through restaurant windows
Fantasy shopping at closed stores
I picture it all going on never ending
The city never sleeping
Bright faces becoming a blur
I picture the city below me
poem by Matthew Holloway
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