Many Are Called
Many are called, dear heart, to happiness,
But few are chosen, even for a wild short year.
Love calls us from our sleep, and we make stress
To rise and greet him in a world austere
With a sweet dawn, while blithe as chanticleer
He carols his brave message, and we loosen
The shutters of our grief to find him near.
Many are called by Love, but few are chosen.
Love's voice is truth. He speaks his messages
In tones we dare not doubt, and we give ear
As to a prophet of our wilderness,
The glorious lord of a new hemisphere.
And we run, we too, glorious, without fear,
Like children on bright ice too thinly frozen,
Gay to our doom. Ah me! The plunge was sheer.
Many are called by Love, but few are chosen.
Love chooses whom he will to ban or bless.
My fate was a wild shepherd's on the drear
Plains of wan hope, whose one--time shepherdess
Was lost even in the winning, and whose cheer
Has since been of the yellow leaf and sere,
(Scorned is the rose--tree Time finds no last rose on)
And silence claims him and the end is near.
Many are called by Love, but few are chosen.
Queen of my life! I do not love you less
Because you choose not me to cast your woes on.
It is enough for me you once said ``Yes.''
Many are called by Love, but few are chosen.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Thieves Like Us
Ive watched your face for a long time
Its always the same
Ive studied the cracks and the wrinkles
You were always so vain
Well, now you live your life like a shadow
In the pouring rain
Oh, its called love
Yes, its called love
Oh, its called love
And it belongs to us
Oh, it dies so quickly
It grows so slowly
But when it dies, it dies for good
Its called love
And it belongs to everyone but us
Ive lived my life in the valleys
Ive lived my life on the hills
Ive lived my life on alcohol
Ive lived my life on pills
But its called love
And it belongs to us
Its called love
And its the only thing thats worth living for
Its called love
And it belongs to us
Its called love
Yes its called love
Oh, love is found in the east and west
But when love is at home, its the best
Love is the cure for every evil
Love is the air that supports the eagle
Its called love
And its so un-cool
Its called love
And somehow its become unmentionable
Its called love
And it belongs to every one of us
Its called love
And it cuts your life like a broken knife
song performed by by New Order
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Lesson
Our love has chosen its appropriate gesture
Which when viewed in the midst of all the gestures
It didn't choose seems almost insignificant.
The gesture our love has chosen is appropriate
We both agree not that we have any choice but
Amidst all those others does seem insignificant.
Is it incumbent on us thus to therefore obliterate
All of the gestures except this insignificant one
Chosen by our love for its own no doubt reasons.
It is up to us to obliterate all other gestures
Though they cluster round thick as presentations
Of war and sacrifice in a gradeschool classroom.
Use of our love's chosen gesture for the obliteration
Of all those foreign gestures is forbidden however
We must find something else to erase them with.
Our love has chosen its appropriate gesture
Which when viewed in the absence of all other gestures
Seems to spell the opposite of insignificant.
poem by Bill Knott
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Annan
Many are called but few are chosen,
But this strange world will never lean unto the truth;
For i have been on the hard road towards success to meet you my love.
Mix languages,
And of your love so sweet like the Space Research;
For far beyond the skies i will kiss you my love.
You are like the potter on this love and,
I am like the clay in your hands;
So use me very well into the form and shape that you want,
Because i will always be there for you my sweet Annan!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Less’er Love, And A Rose, In My Garden
I am gardener…. I prune, sheer… at times
…at times I have lesser love
And in less is more, very much more
…………….and there is this garden
..the garden, ours by the Grace of the Life Force, supreme God
..there is this Rose, and those Roses there… all chose a place to be
I, the Gardner choose the blooms from which Rose goes to the glass next my bed
I love this Rose, and less but similar those other
….they decide when to bloom
In sping late winter their souls weep, as I sheer, as I must
In spring and summer and early winter we rejoice as they bloom abundantly
…..every night one bloom from The Rose that’ad also chosen me
in the glass of water next my bed read to me, and comfort me
the delicate-, bewitching fragrance the bookmark for tomorrow night
I love that Rose as my chosen
I am gardener…. I prune, sheer… at times
…..only one Rose reads to me… I a lesser Gardener
Lesser, cause I’m only able t’love one Rose…..this Rose here
….those Roses there, some’r lessor Roses, some’r superior Roses, are my friends
Lesser in texture, shape and fiber and fragrance
Some superior in texture, or shape and or fiber and or fragrance
Friends equal in dimension with the Rose, but less in love than the Rose
…..every night one bloom from The Rose, that’s chosen me
in the glass of water next my bed read to me, and comfort me
the delicate-, bewitching fragrance the bookmark for tomorrow night
I love that Rose as my chosen
I, the gardener…. I prune, sheer…. at times
These other Roses who chose my garden
...so valuable in a muchness o’ Friendship,
…the quality their love much the same as that The Rose
Different the lesser my love, even though my caring equals that towards The Rose
We are blessed, those of us in the garden
…the magnificence of this garden in my life is the sumtotal of you all in my garden
I drink your fragrance intoxicated with love
I love The Rose, and my friends these other Roses in the garden Bless this love
poem by Johan Fourie
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Annan II
Many are called but few are chosen,
But this strange world will never learn from the truth;
For, i am on the hard road of success to meet you my love.
Mix language,
And of your love so sweet like the Space Research!
For beyond the skies i will kiss you my love.
You are the potter on this love and,
I am the very clay in your hands;
So use me into any form that you wanted,
And i will always be Annan your lover.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Window
Why do you stand by the window
Abandoned to beauty and pride
The thorn of the night in your bosom
The spear of the age in your side
Lost in the rages of fragrance
Lost in the rags of remorse
Lost in the waves of a sickness
That loosens the high silver nerves
Oh chosen love, oh frozen love
Oh tangle of matter and ghost
Oh darling of angels, demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host
Gentle this soul
And come forth from the cloud of anoint
And kiss the cheek of the moon
The new jerusalem glowing
Why tarry all night in the ruin
And leave no word of discomfort
And leave no observer to mourn
But climb on your tears and be silent
Like a rose on its ladder of thorns
Oh chosen love, oh frozen love...
Then lay your rose on the fire
The fire give up to the sun
The sun give over to splendour
In the arms of the high holy one
For the holy one dreams of a letter
Dreams of a letters death
Oh bless thee continuous stutter
Of the word being made into flesh
Oh chosen love, oh frozen love...
Gentle this soul
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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7 Plus 1
The Arch of Noah saved only sven people plus himself,
So do take up the census to understand this poem;
For many are called but few are chosen!
Think about the flood,
'7 plus 1' people were saved after the heavy rainfall!
And Noah came out plus the seven others;
But i am a refugee today escaping from the stray bullets of life.
Mind over matter in the bed room of love,
And completely out of the ordinary with motivations;
But my imaginations can move mountains!
And, like the love of the muse of the flood!
'7 plus 1' quals to '8',
And eight people were saved from the Arch!
But let us try to understand the ways of the Creator;
For many are called and few are chosen!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mayoka
The red wine is my medicine and,
Your red sea is my love;
But the wings of the ostrich waved proudly and,
I am here to humble you with my love.
Aha! There lies your beauty so sweet;
For i have spoken once about this love,
And your inward parts do need me too.
Who set the wild donkey free? !
For your home is in the middle of the wilderness;
But you are under the seal of my love.
Where is the dwelling place of the seat of your love?
For the surface of the deep is frozen;
And i am like the hippopotamus beside the still waters.
Your muse is like the eyelids of the morning love,
And with the make-ups of the visions of the night;
But i am Mayoka under the lotus trees of love,
For you are like the cedar tree chosen to me on this love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Just Called To Say I Love You
No new yearss day
To celebrate
No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away
No first of spring
No song to sing
In fact heres just another ordinary day
No april rain
No flowers bloom
No wedding saturday within the month of june
But what it is
Is something true
Made up of these three words that I must say to you
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart
No summers high
No warm july
No harvest moon to light one tender august night
No autumn breeze
No falling leaves
No even time for birds to fly to southern skies
No libra sun
No halloween
No giving thanks to all the christmas joy you bring
But what it is
Though old so new
To fill your heart like no three words could ever do.
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart
Of my heart
Of my heart
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Pain Of Existence Without.....
It was pain of existence without your phone calls.....
This pain was not related to time, as time moved on.....
but the pain remained, pain and more pain....
without a phone call from you........
Time started moving, but there was no phone call, , , , , ,
I was lost with the acute awareness of this great pain.....
pain and more pain......
I wish I could tell you how much your phone calls mean to me, , , , ,
what if we have not met, what if we have not seen each other
but dear your phone call is what makes me pull through my day....
your voice is a magic to me, it is music to my ears....
but dear you never called.... and the pain remains...
The pain reminds me of the wonderful times we had....
the long phone calls.... your voice, your silence, , your moans
all this was so wonderful, which meant so much to me....
but dear you never called........
come back and call me dear...... and tell me how much I mean to you
call me once my love........
I wait for your magic voice, for all wonderful things you tell me....
for all the beautiful moments over phone we had.......
I wait with great pain, pain and pain.....
Just to hear you..... or get a message from you
Your messages are my breakfast, my dinner, , , ,
I sleep thinking of you hearing you, reading you...
I wake up to read your message..........
But dear you never called you never messaged....
come back just once my love come back
I just want to tell how much I miss your voice.............
What Is This Thing Called Love?
What is this thing called love?
This funny thing called love?
Just who can solve its mystery?
Why should it make a fool of me?
I saw you there one wonderful day
You took my heart and threw it away
Thats why I ask the lord in heaven above
What is this thing called love?
I saw you there one wonderful day
You took my heart and threw it away
Thats why I ask the lord in heaven above
What is this thing called love?
Transcribed by todd peach
Following is another version with additional verses:
I was a hum-drum person
Leading a life apart
When love flew in through my window wide
And quickened my hum-drum heart
Love flew in thorugh my window
I was so happy then
But after love had stayed a little while
Love flew out again
What is this thing called love?
This funny thing called love?
Just who can solve its mystery?
Why should it make a fool of me?
I saw you there one wonderful day
You took my heart and threw it away
Thats why I ask the lawd in heaven above
What is this thing called love?
You gave me days of sunshine
You gave me nights of cheer
You made my life an enchanted dream
til somebody else came near
Somebody else came near you
I felt the winters chill
And now I sit and wonder night and day
Why I love you still?
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Chosen People
Resolute beauty guards the gates
Stairways leading thru the desert
Children searching for their fate
Finding gardens past all the hurt
Everything ends and begins again
Time once an enemy now a friend
Rogue armies march for the sea
Let my people go riles the nations
Ships of light sail for bright eternity
We are called from station too station
Rise in the night with candles lit
Many refuse to leave decadent Egypt
Hope is a home away from home
Tired wings find rest in the cross
Heavy laden in heart and soul
Rest is Gods peace amidst loss
The meek seek each others hand
Today we walk for the Promised Land
The mystical body of Christ calls
The wheel in the wheel always turns
Heed the gentle Spirit that calls
Feel a divine love that forever burns
No one rejected by his shed blood
Everyone called by his sweet love
A chosen people amidst the nations
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Three Unique Flowers!
Due to flowers world itself is called as flower world!
Of them lotus, rose and tulip are world renowned ones
Nobody can deny their significance anywhere anytime!
Danish renowned tulip flowers cheer all by unique beauty!
Tulip flowers of many colours have made mark in literature;
Everybody cherishes their beauty unique in Nature all time.
Rose flower, the thorny beauty of all is the queen of flowers
Everybody has an high esteem and value for rose everywhere!
It is the chosen flower uniquely cherished as a symbol of love.
Lotus flower with yellow seeds in is cherished as divine one!
It is highly esteemed as a spiritual flower for meditation most;
Spiritually valued high lotus flower has mystical significance.
If tulips are angels rose is the queen of love poets cherish
Meant to worship mystically elevating divine lotus ever fresh!
poem by Ramesh T A
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The Narrow Path
Of a long waya home and,
The bats do greet me on the way with love;
But, it is a very long way home when,
I do have my mind on you.
America is the Chief Of Nations and,
We have to depend onto Uncle Sam always for help;
But in my tols along this path,
I will suely get to you one day.
Many will learn but few will pass,
Many will write but few will be known,
Many are called but ew are chosen,
Like 'Adoni-Bezek' who is the same as'My Lord Bezek'.
On the narrow path,
My love to you is like the Rift Valley in Kenya;
But do kee th racoon in my garden to behave like a cat
In the days of the wheat harvest,
For i am a farmer with sincere love to touch you;
Like Alice in the Wonderlnd of Love.
A well of love,
A wel of water,
With a bowshotmon this narrrow path towards success;
My mind will always write for many to read,
For i am the teacher in the Wilderness of Love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Love Love
I love love
i love the facts that i love you
i love that i love you
i love saying i love you
i love longing for your love
i love loving you daily
i love the feeling of loving you
i love to be called love by you
i love falling in love every time i see you
every time i touch you
every time i talk to you
i love to love you more
love you for ertenity
i love missing you
i love the beats of my heart
that occur during every thought of you
i love your love
i love to be always loved by you
i love love that i love you with
i love you.
poem by Phiwokuhle Prideworth
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A Thing Called Love
(words & music by jerry hubbard)
Six foot six stood on the ground, weighted 235 pounds
But I saw that giant of a man brought down to his knees by love
He was the kind of man who would gamble on love
Look you in the eye and never back up
But I saw him crying like a little whipped pup because of love
Cant see it with your eyes, hold it in your hands
Like the rules that govern our land
Strong enough to rule the heart of every man, this thing called love
It can lift you up, it can put you down
Take your world and turn it all around
Ever since time nothings ever been found stronger than love
Men like me they worry and doubt
Trouble their minds day in and day out
Too busy a livin to worry about a thing called love
And then I see a mothers tenderness
As she holds her young close to her breast
Then I say thank God this world will win with the thing called love
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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In The Eyes Of The Beholder
There is no time
Or place
To wait for
Love.
There is no season and
No such place called love's Market or Love's Shopping Mall;
Cause',
Love
Comes and goes
From the blind corner
From
Where you think you see
And you do not.
There is not such thing called cheap or expensive love;
There is only you
And the way you color yourself with
Love.
There is no such thing
Called security
Retirement plan
Pension, or
Funds in love;
Cause',
Love is not for profit or
A political agenda;
But hard labor
Without punch in and
Punch out.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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I Walked In The Darkness
I've walked in the darkness of depression
Until the light of the Lord
Set me free
I called to Him
From the darkness
His love and His glory
Set me free
I don't know why I was chosen
But I thank Him everyday
For without His love and intervention
I would be writing this
From the my grave
poem by David Kush
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Led By Satan II
We are living in a sin-infested world led by Satan,
And without the tru teachers around us;
For many are called and few are chosen,
And like the muse of your love on my bed last night.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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What Is This Thing Called Love?
Cole porter
What is this thing called love?
This funny thing called love?
Just who can solve its mystery?
Why should it make a fool of me?
I saw you there one wonderful day
You took my heart and trew it away
Thats why I ask the lord in heaven above
What is this thing called love?
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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