A Singer
That which he did not feel, he would not sing;
What most he felt, religion it was to hide
In a dumb darkling grotto, where the spring
Of tremulous tears, arising unespied,
Became a holy well that durst not glide
Into the day with moil or murmuring;
Whereto, as if to some unlawful thing,
He sto]e, musing or praying at its side.
But in the sun he sang with cheerful heart,
Of coloured season and the whirling sphere,
Warm household habitude and human mirth,
The whole faith-blooded mystery of earth;
And I, who had his secret, still could hear
The grotto's whisper low through every part.
poem by William Allingham
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Grotto Story
I am found
in the Story Grotto
with millions of others
grappling with a tale
to tell;
holding it
in the dull light
hoping for a clue
to it,
wrestling it to the grotto ground
trying to understand it.
I and it
merge too much;
I am much more than my Story
yet
now
it is all I have.
I draw blinds over parts of it
can't bear to see aspects of it;
sad sad visions there.
There are lighter moments, of course,
but not enough to light the grotto.
I grapple with my Story
good parts and bad;
trying wring from it
emotion juice
wring it all out,
neuter it
so I can leave
its bloodless hulk
on the grotto floor
and go back
out into
the
sunlight.
I am not my Story alone
and should not let my life
leave me alone
with it
in
the
dark
dark
grotto.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Hot Blooded
Well, Im hot blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
Im hot blooded, Im hot blooded
You dont have to read my mind, to know what I have in mind
Honey you oughta know
Now you move so fine, let me lay it on the line
I wanna know what youre doin after the show
Now its up to you, we can make a secret rendezvous
Just me and you, Ill show you lovin like you never knew
Thats why, Im hot blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
Im hot blooded, hot blooded
If it feels alright, maybe you can stay all night
Shall I leave you my key?
But youve got to give me a sign, come on girl, some kind of sign
Tell me, are you hot mama? you sure look that way to me
Are you old enough? will you be ready when I call you bluff?
Is my timing right? did you save your love for me tonight?
Yeah Im hot blooded, check it and see
Feel the fever burning inside of me
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
Im hot blooded, Im hot blooded, Im hot
Now its up to you, can we make a secret rendezvous?
Oh, before we do, youll have to get away from you know who
Well, Im hot blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
Im hot blooded, Im hot blooded
Hot blooded, every night
Hot blooded, youre looking so tight
Hot blooded, now youre driving me wild
Hot blooded, Im so hot for you, child
Hot blooded, Im a little bit high
Hot blooded, youre a little bit shy
Hot blooded, youre making me sing
Hot blooded, for your sweet sweet thing
song performed by by Foreigner
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Blue Orpheus
If you want to cry
You can always find something to cry about
Its so easy to be wise
Over someone elses tears
But you have a gift
That the rest of us just cant live without
And its something in your voice
When you tell us how you feel
cause weve all loved something and lost it
And its burning my heart
I cant open my mouth and just let it out
But when I hear my blue orpheus sing
I know that life is a wonderful thing
Somewhere theres love and perpetual spring
I know life is a wonderful thing
Seems so long ago
The sound of your joy filled the atmosphere
We can make it on our own
But the road is so rocky and steep
And when you feel lost
No one tells you what you need to hear
And the only dream you have
Is the one thats in your sleep
cause we soon forget what were here for
I need someone to say hes got dreams of his own
Ill know Im not alone
I want to hear my blue orpheus sing
Ill know that life is a wonderful thing
Somewhere theres love and perpetual spring
Ill know life is a wonderful thing
Sing
You will one day be together again
Though you can not see her
Sing
She is somewhere in the world
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Holy Is The Lord
Holy is your name, in all the earth I worship you
Holy is your name, in all the earth I come to you
Holy is your name, in all the earth I sing to you
Holy, Holy, Holy is your name
Holy are you Lord, I come before your throne and bow
Holy are you Lord, I come into your presence now
Holy are you Lord I listen to the angels sing
Holy, Holy, Holy are you Lord
Holy are you Lord, my heart it leaps within my chest
Holy are you Lord, Its in your arms I find my rest
Holy are you Lord, the saints around the world they sing
Holy, Holy, Holy are you Lord
Now listen to the saints, they sing Holy are you Lord
Now listen to them cry to you, Holy are you Lord
There is a cry around the world, they lift their voice and sing
Holy, Holy, Holy are you Lord
I come before your throne to sing, Holy is your name
I come before your throne to sing, I'll never be the same
Pour our out your fire of love on me, this is what I sing
Holy, Holy, to the risen King
poem by Frank McEleny
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The Season Of Spring
THE SEASON OF SPRING
the season of spring
weather seems to sing
lovely lovely days
are coming our ways
the season of spring
blooming blossoming
of nature of all kind
let roots unbind
the season of spring
birds unfold their wings
diving high into sky
wish one could fly
the season of spring
careful hearts love sting
reaching out towards others
some persons might bother
the season of spring
nice sound bells ring
new wave new style
faces have on a smile
the season of spring
an new awakening
busy humanity on earth
as if it’s a new birth
listen listen to my words
the season of spring is near
now a look into your lovely eyes
and one can see spring is already here
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Out Of Tears
I can't feel
Feel a thing
I can't shout
I can't scream
Breathe it out
Breathe it in
All this love
From within
I won't cry when you say goodbye
I'm out of tears
I won't die when you wave goodbye
I'm out of tears
Out of tears
I won't drink
I won't eat
I can't hear
I won't speak
Let it out
Let it in
All this pain
From within
And I just can't pour my heart out
To another living thing
I'm a whisper
I'm a shadow
But I'm standing up to sing
I won't cry when you say goodbye
I'm out of tears
I won't die when you wave goodbye
I'm out of tears
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Voodoo Lounge
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Searching For Religion
searching for religion that i lost when i was young
searching for religion when i thought i did'nt have none.
the LORD came to me in a special way
i could'nt fight it and did'nt have much to say.
it came slowly like a caterpillar climbing a tree
and was instilled in the heart of me.
i felt the beauty in me start to grow
like the sunshine of the day.touching me in such a way.
just like the sun which fills the sky
my heart was joyous and full of pride.
i felt such a warm glow inside
something which i could not hide.
like a geyser coming out of the ground
this was the religion that i finally found.
now i know it will forever stay
for i found a better way.
seeing the strength of the LORDS might
keeping it always in my sight.
following the path which i know will be
leading me to my destiny.
so this i say to my fellow man
keep the faith, it's in your hand.
poem by Louis Rams
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Hark, The Inaudible!
a part dies
a part lives
hear that note
of melancholy
behind every
audible note of mirth
a part dies
a part lives
the thunder melts
floods the earth
hear those tears
the cloud sheds
a part dies
a part lives
blend of melancholy
and mirth
tears anew
laughter anew
a part dies
a part revives...
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Rain, Be Mine
RAIN
Oh mighty sovereign
Lord of water and air that reign
Engulf me in thy arms
Pulse racing, I welcome the cumulonimbus
Frolic to and fro
Holding her skirts while skipping
The sign of thy arrival
Oh my love
Play for me thy altruistic flute
Echoing with the drumbeats of my rhythmic heart
For centuries I hath faltered in my step many a times
Succumbed by thy mesmeric alchemy
Watching thy passion in secret
Through the eyes of the Venus
I watch thee embrace the foliage
Kissing the delicate petals of lilies
Thy warm breath embalming their slender stems
As they enfold their tendrils over thy neck
Clasping tight with a sigh
Their song of mirth whirling my feet to sway
Reverberating in their rhythm
As their tender pollen glide
Each twist adding fuel to my inflamed senses
Intoxicated by their orgasmic bliss in thy arms
I have dreamt of thy touch countless times
And as I stand with outstretched arms
Here, in the wilderness
In the middle of no man’s territory
Morphed with a flood of salty tears
Waiting earnestly
My heart calls out to thee
Descend on me from thy throne
As a shower of sparkling mist
Envelop me in thy charms
Make me thy bride
For I need to experience thy tenderness
To explore the secrets of my being
Lying dormant, yet a mystery
Waiting to unfold like a flower
Play with the jazzed strings of my naked heart
With your experience as a fiddler
To symphonize the notes into a ballad
Purify my soul with thy graceful spring
Wiping the tears
Replacing the salt that linger
With thy sweetness
So that this scarred heart may heal
And be resurrected as the phoenix
Rising from the ashes
Whisper, that thou will
Be mine
For ever more
poem by Aminath Neena
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Suchitra Mitra
Just as a poet doesn’t have to write
Many poems to win your heart.
One good poem is wholesome
Enough to stir your heart’s strings.
Similarly, a singer doesn’t have to
Sing scores of songs to touch you
Deep down.
Just one heart-felt song is good enough
To etch your memories…for a lifetime.
I heard her, when I was barely in my teens,
I remembered her all through these years…
Today, when she died, I felt as if a part of me
Has gone forever, with her.
That one song, she sang, she sang it so beautifully,
None else could have crooned it so gracefully….
The song was Krishnokoli.
The singer is Suchitra Mitra.
Now she’s no more, yet I remember her,
Thank her, feel grateful to her, for that
One song she sang so wonderfully….
It has remained a part of me, and will
Remain with me, like a timeless beauty.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Child-Songs
Still linger in our noon of time
And on our Saxon tongue
The echoes of the home-born hymns
The Aryan mothers sung.
And childhood had its litanies
In every age and clime;
The earliest cradles of the race
Were rocked to poet's rhyme.
Nor sky, nor wave, nor tree, nor flower,
Nor green earth's virgin sod,
So moved the singer's heart of old
As these small ones of God.
The mystery of unfolding life
Was more than dawning morn,
Than opening flower or crescent moon
The human soul new-born.
And still to childhood's sweet appeal
The heart of genius turns,
And more than all the sages teach
From lisping voices learns,--
The voices loved of him who sang,
Where Tweed and Teviot glide,
That sound to-day on all the winds
That blow from Rydal-side,--
Heard in the Teuton's household songs,
And folk-lore of the Finn,
Where'er to holy Christmas hearths
The Christ-child enters in!
Before life's sweetest mystery still
The heart in reverence kneels;
The wonder of the primal birth
The latest mother feels.
We need love's tender lessons taught
As only weakness can;
God hath His small interpreters;
The child must teach the man.
We wander wide through evil years,
Our eyes of faith grow dim;
But he is freshest from His hands
And nearest unto Him!
And haply, pleading long with Him
For sin-sick hearts and cold,
The angels of our childhood still
The Father's face behold.
Of such the kingdom!--Teach Thou us,
O-Master most divine,
To feel the deep significance
Of these wise words of Thine!
The haughty eye shall seek in vain
What innocence beholds;
No cunning finds the key of heaven,
No strength its gate unfolds.
Alone to guilelessness and love
That gate shall open fall;
The mind of pride is nothingness,
The childlike heart is all!
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most
Once I was a sentimental thing,
Threw my heart away each spring;
Now a spring romance hasnt got a chance
Promised my first dance to winter;
All Ive got to shows a splinter for my little fling!
Spring this year has got me feeling like a horse that never left the post;
I lie in my room staring up at the ceiling,
Spring can really hang you up the most!
Mornings kiss wakes tres and flowers,
And to them Id like to drink a toast;
I walk in the park just to kill lonely hours,
Spring can really hang you up the most.
All afternoon those birds twitter twit,
I know the tune, this is love, this is it!
Heard it before and I know the score,
And Ive decided that spring is a bore!
Love seemed sure around the new year,
Now its april, love is just a ghost;
Spring arrived on time, only what became of you, dear?
Spring can really hang you up the most!
Spring can really hang you up the most!
Spring is here, theres no mistaking
Robins building nests from coast to coast;
My heart tries to sing so they wont hear it breaking,
Spring can really hang you up the most!
College boys are writing sonnets,
In the tender passion theyre engrossed;
But Im on the shelf with last years easter bonnets,
Spring can really hang you up the most!
Love came my way, I hope it would last;
We had our day, now thats all in the past!
Spring came along a season of son,
Full of sweet promise but womething went wrong!
Doctors once prescribed a tonic,
Sulphur and moloasses was the dose;
Didnt help a bit, my condition must be chronic,
Spring can really hang you up the most!
All alone, the partys over,
Old man winter was a gracious host;
But when you keep praying for snow to hide the clover
Spring can really hang you up the most!
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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An Ivory Palace
Watchmen all along the paths doth irritate.
With walls so high and locks on the gates,
An Ivory Palace you have helped me build.
Besieged was my love life totally unwilled.
I was so open and gave all my love to one;
Heartily taken; away with all they did run;
Only a vacant grotto; Without a faint trace;
In past a heart full of love was in that place;
From tower veranda I edgily gazed to see;
What could be bringing such amazing glee;
Beautiful notes rang out all around the wall;
Daughters of music piped in beckoned call;
Eager to join them in course, When I found;
My heart; My soul; no longer made a sound;
Their music was enigmatically love sated;
Tears of joy surged as my soul was elated;
Agape filled to capacity; New smile on face;
Empty grotto departed; A new heart vase;
Tear dampened Terra cotta; GOD can take;
Broken life; as a potter; GOD will remake!
poem by Joseph Blitch
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Cool Tubrid Water
The day is warm and dust fly in the breeze
And a forecast high of 35 degrees
And to quench my thirst I would need a cold beer
For no water like cool Tubrid water here.
Near Daylesford there's a spring well I recall
And I drank some water from it in the Fall
Of that clear spring I now could drink my fill
And Tubrid water even better still.
The skylark comes to Tubrid's bubbling spring
To bathe and drink and then fly off to sing
And o'er the bogland in the morning sky
You hear him pipe his heartfelt notes of joy.
I often called to Tubrid seldom though in May
And not to kneel at the grotto to pray
But to drink the water cool and crystal clear
A drink far better for your health than beer.
The water from the tap don't taste so nice
Though it feels cooler with a cube of ice
I have drank far better near Daylesford last Fall
Though Tubrid water still the best of all.
The day is warm and dust fly in the breeze
And a forecast high of 35 degrees
And to quench my thirst I would need a cold beer
For no water like cool Tubrid water here.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Poet's Song
I HID in the world and sang,
And I sang so loud and long
That all the ages rang
With the music of my song.
I sang of the earth and sky,
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I sang of the whispering seas,
I sang of the mountains high,
And I sang of the flowers and trees;
I sang of the early spring,
I sang of the dawning day,
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I sang, for I had to sing
As the young lambs have to play;
Till heaven and earth were ringing,
And all the people heard,
And they said, "We love his singing,
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For his song is the song of the bird."
poem by Frederick George Scott
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The Trance of Time
'Felix, qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas,
Atque metus omnes, et inexorabile fatum
Subjecit pedibus, strepitumque Acherontis avari!'
IN childhood, when with eager eyes
The season-measured year I view'd,
All garb'd in fairy guise,
Pledged constancy of good.
Spring sang of heaven; the summer flowers
Bade me gaze on, and did not fade;
Even suns o'er autumn's bowers
Heard my strong wish, and stay'd.
They came and went, the short-lived four;
Yet, as their varying dance they wove,
To my young heart each bore
Its own sure claim of love.
Far different now;—the whirling year
Vainly my dizzy eyes pursue;
And its fair tints appear
All blent in one dusk hue.
Why dwell on rich autumnal lights,
Spring-time, or winter's social ring?
Long days are fire-side nights,
Brown autumn is fresh spring.
Then what this world to thee, my heart?
Its gifts nor feed thee nor can bless.
Thou hast no owner's part
In all its fleetingness.
The flame, the storm, the quaking ground,
Earth's joy, earth's terror, nought is thine,
Thou must but hear the sound
Of the still voice divine.
O priceless art! O princely state!
E'en while by sense of change opprest,
Within to antedate
Heaven's Age of fearless rest.
poem by John Henry Newman
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My Mother, Me And Our Special Moment
My world is small, restricted,
I wake up, it's warm and darkness,
I'm floating in the water, but i dont feel coldness,
I feel loved and protected.
Where am i?
Yes, i know, i'm in my mother's uterus,
I can feel her touch and tenderness,
She give me peace and silence.
When i am naughty dancing,
She sing for me so lovely,
I hear her voice like an echo
Directly to me vibrating.
But what is happening?
I'm moving in stormy water,
I am going down with the water
Absorbed in the vacuum.
I feel the presure, i can hear my mother screams of pain,
I spring outside as a bird will take a flight.
And there they give me directly
To my mother loving arms.
Our looks encounter,
She saw my blue eyes,
Her eyes was by tears invaded,
Of happiness for having me.
I felt her heart, i felt her love
I said proud in my baby mind,
I will reward her with a smile
Above all, she is my mother.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Ghetto Religion (feat. Wyclef Jean)
R. Kelly (feat. Wyclef Jean)
Ghetto Religion
Had the landlord at my door
I heard him saying,
Tomorrow no more
Pay me now or leave
But we didnt have anything to give(ah can you feel me)
Searching for restoration(and we need restoration)
Make the church my family
This is my story
This is my song
And I can sing it all night longI tell you why because,
Chorus
The ghetto is a part of my religion(the only thing my eyes can see)
The only thing my eyes can see(and I tell you there aint no man)
There aint no man gonna stop the vision(Im a part of the ghetto)
The ghetto is a part of me
Children cry no more(children cry no more)
Because heaven is upon you
Please put down your guns
And we shall overcome
Thought your load may be heavy
Know that the weight makes you strong
Take my life for example
While I sing my song
Mr. Kelly help me sing this song
Chorus X2
La la la la la lala la..X3(fade out)
The ghetto is a part of me
The ghetto is a part of my religion
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Faith
(rick hahn, george thatcher)
Easy come and easy go
Hard to get a hold on
Searching for what you dont know
Blind to where you belong
Feel the power in your dreams
Vision in your sight
Nothings dark as it may seem
We can make it right
(chorus)
I have faith
In your love
I have faith
In your heart
You dont need to hide from what you want
Youve just got to give it all you got
The first thing that you need
You got to have faith
Truth hidden between the lies
We both know the chances
Nothing comes from compromise
Only strength advances
I will be here at your side
For everything you do
When the world tears at your pride
Ill be there for you
(chorus) when the worlds coming at you like a hungry alligator
You got to have faith
When youve got to pay them now or theyll take it from you later
You got to have faith
When you feel like the futures hiding on a distant cloud
You got to have faith
And you feel like shouting at the good lord out loud
You got to have faith
(chorus)
When you know that youre ready but the time is not right
You got to have faith
And you lie awake staring at the ceiling all night
You got to have faith
song performed by by Air Supply
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I Know A Secret
Today I heard a whisper
A patient little rhyme
A jingle, just a tingle
Went running down my spine
I'm flooded by its sunshine
So warm against my cheek
From just that little whisper
A buzzing…so to speak!
Today I heard a sigh
A raspy little thing
Like bees upon a breeze
Or the flutter of a wing
I'm taken by its purring
A lilting in my heart
From just that little sigh
Such passion in a spark
Today I heard a secret
Twas breathing soft and low
A mystery cloaked in history
That only we would know
There's comfort in its presence
It's bound with lock and key
I hold that little secret
Deep inside of me…
poem by Leria Hawkins
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