The Happy Townland
THERE'S many a strong farmer
Whose heart would break in two,
If he could see the townland
That we are riding to;
Boughs have their fruit and blossom
At all times of the year;
Rivers are running over
With red beer and brown beer.
An old man plays the bagpipes
In a golden and silver wood;
Queens, their eyes blue like the ice,
Are dancing in a crowd.
The little fox he murmured,
'O what of the world's bane?'
The sun was laughing sweetly,
The moon plucked at my rein;
But the little red fox murmured,
'O do not pluck at his rein,
He is riding to the townland
That is the world's bane.'
When their hearts are so high
That they would come to blows,
They unhook rheir heavy swords
From golden and silver boughs;
But all that are killed in battle
Awaken to life again.
It is lucky that their story
Is not known among men,
For O, the strong farmers
That would let the spade lie,
Their hearts would be like a cup
That somebody had drunk dry.
The little fox he murmured,
'O what of the world's bane?'
The sun was laughing sweetly,
The moon plucked at my rcin;
But the little red fox murmured,
'O do not pluck at his rein,
He is riding to the townland
That is the world's bane.'
Michael will unhook his trumpet
From a bough overhead,
And blow a little noise
When the supper has been spread.
Gabriel will come from the water
With a fish-tail, and talk
Of wonders that have happened
On wet roads where men walk.
And lift up an old horn
Of hammered silver, and drink
Till he has fallen asleep
Upon the starry brink.
The little fox he murmured,
'O what of the world's bane?'
The sun was laughing sweetly,
The moon plucked at my rein;
But the little red fox murmured.
'O do not pluck at his rein,
He is riding to the townland
That is the world's bane.'
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Campaign Song
Boom boom boom
Boon boon boon
Bane bane bane
Your campaign song
Is too loud, bane
I am riding on boon
Good and fine days
Ignorant of intended ways
Boom your campaign song
It was too loud, bane
I barely could manage
To hear your message
I voted for the other candidate
Your Boom song was too loud
It was good in our ears in June
But you sang it till December
That even kids should remember
I choose otherwise, voted you out
Is Campaign song bane or boon?
poem by Benjamin Paa Willie
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Let It Rein Let It Rain
Few can dispute the fact that love is the principle in which everything in heaven and earth anchors upon. This poem is about love and how that love rules and should be made to emanate from our every day life.
In the universe it reins
The heavens and the earth it rains
It reins it rains
In every good it reins
From every good it rains
It reins it rains
On the cross it reins
From the cross it rains
It reins it rains
In heaven it reins
From heaven it rains
It reins it rains
From the earth let it rain
In the earth let it rein
Let it rain let it rein
From the heart let it rain
In the heart let it rein
Let it rain let it rein
From every action let it rain
In every action let rein
Let it rain let it rein
From every word let it rain
In every word let it rein
Let it rain let it rein
From every handshake let it rain
In every handshake let it rein
Let it rain let it rein
From your feet let it rain
In your feet let it rein
Let it rain let it rein
From every gaze let it rain
In every gaze let it rein
Let it rain let it rein
From every event let it rain
In every event let it rein
Let it rain let it rein
From your occupation let it rain
In your occupation let it rein
Let it rain let it rein
From charity let it rain
In charity let it rein
Let it rain let it rein
From everywhere let it rain
In everywhere let it rein
Let it rain let it rein
From everybody let it rain
In everybody let rein
Let it rain let it rein
So let love rain
So let love rein
So let it rain let it rein
poem by Obed Akuma
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World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.
quote by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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A Vision of Youth
A horseman on a hilltop green
Drew rein, and wound his horn;
So bright he looked he might have been
The Herald of the Morn.
His steed was of the sovran strain
In Fancy’s meadows bred—
And pride was in his tossing mane,
And triumph in his tread.
The rider’s eyes like jewels glowed—
The World was in his hand—
As down the woodland way he rode
When Spring was in the land.
From golden hour to golden hour
For him the woodland sang.
And from the heart of every flower
A singing fairy sprang.
He rode along with rein so free,
And, as he rode, the Blue
Mysterious Bird of Fantasy
Ever before him flew.
He rode by cot and castle dim
Through all the greenland gay;
Bright eyes through casements glanced at him:
He laughed—and rode away.
The world with sunshine was aflood,
And glad were maid and man,
And through his throbbing veins the blood
In keen, sweet shudders ran.
His steed tossed head with fiery scorn,
And stamped, and snuffed the air—
As though he heard a sudden horn
Of far-off battle blare.
Erect the rider sat awhile
With flashing eyes, and then
Turned slowly, sighing, with a smile,
“0 weary world of men!”
For aye the Bird of Fantasy
Sang magic songs to him,
And deeper and deeper still rode he
Into the Forest Dim.
That rider with his face aglow
With joy of life I see
In dreams. Ah, years and years ago
He parted ways with me!
Yet, sometimes, when the days are drear
And all the world forlorn,
From out the dim wood’s heart I hear
The echo of his horn.
poem by Victor James Daley
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At The Lattice
Behind the curtain,
With glance uncertain,
Peeps pet Florence as I gaily ride;
Half demurely,
But, though purely,
Most, most surely
Wishing she were riding, riding by my side.
In leafy alleys,
Where sunlight dallies,
Pleasant were it, bonnie, to be riding rein by rein;
And where summer tosses,
All about in bosses,
Velvet verdant mosses,
Still more pleasant, surely, to dismount us and remain.
O thou Beauty!
Hanging ripe and fruity
At the muslined lattice in the drooping eve,
Whisper from the casement
If that blushing face meant,
``At the cottage basement,
Gallant, halt, I come to thee; I come to never leave.''
But if those coy lashes
Stir for whoso dashes
Past the scented window in the fading light,
Close the lattice, sweetest;
Darkness were discreetest;
And, with bridle fleetest,
I will gallop onwards, unattended, through the Night.
poem by Alfred Austin
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For my aunt and cousins
Oh please
oh please
Just set me free
Give me some peace and humanity
Let me see my family
Love me like you did before
Oh please
Oh please
Give me some innocence
Let me go build blanket tents
And run around the house looking for stars
Riding a rocket to mars
Oh please
Oh please
Bring us all back
To that happy family
When we sat around laughing
You avoiding them is bringing me agony
We were happy
A happy family
Loving and laughing
Every chance we get
But then hatred filled the world
And tore our family causing war
Distancing me from everyone
No wonder I'm the cousin that's 'no fun'
But what happened to my aunt
Why can't I see her every chance I get
And ya know my cousins too
I love them as much as you
Aunt... Was who I grew up with
Riding around in rocket ships
Being a child for as long as possible
She kept me alive
We went riding around on late nights
Eating ice-cream
And gossiping from what's in vogue
Listening to all the new music
Oh I remember being happy
My cousins... And....
Gave me innocence
And let me live without regrets
Even when I am 13
I still act like a robot machine
I sail the endless ocean blue
And was a cowgirl on the moon
We could lay in the grass
Or climb trees
Talking about little kid things
I forgot about all the world
And lived by my 2 little boys
I remember
I remember
All those times
But you look at them with despise
So you just tear all my dreams apart
Not letting me live by their beating hearts
Now my 'girl times' are gone
With the women who made me belong
And my innocence will never come back
And I can't see the little boys smile or laugh
Goodbye aunt
And thank you for the happiness
Goodbye cousins
And thank you for the innocence
Goodbye world
I never even belonged here
poem by Scarlet Shay
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The Sun gossips in the night
I saw in a dream all of a sudden the Moon collapsed
And I cried; Sun came to me like an old friend and murmured,
' Not to worry my chum and she will be back when the world turns better.'
* The poor man's worst enemy is Hunger.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Terrorism Today
When
Love of life and fellowmen
Is disappearing from this world:
Revenge and hatred engulf hearts;
When
Anger prevails in many forms;
Dissatisfied are minds and souls;
Sense of values, morals are lost.
When
Friends turn enemies, foes turn friends,
Fanatic killing turns a game;
To kill and die is the aim,
TERRORISM
–Satanic ideologies are born;
Innocents are killed, maimed, torn;
A woe-filled day greets men each morn!
TERRORISTS
–A few may kill many with ease;
Killing others is their disease;
Without remorse, they undo peace!
BUT
The world will find a cure too soon;
The bane will turn another boon,
The menace buried in the moon!
(17-07-11)
poem by John Celes
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Riding
IF I should live again,
O God, let me be young,
Quick of sinew and vein
With the honeycomb on my tongue,
All in a moment flung
With the dawn on a flowing plain,
Riding, riding, riding, riding
Between the sun and the rain.
If I, having been, must be,
O God, let it be so,
Swift and supple and free
With a long journey to go,
And the clink of the curb and the blow
Of hooves, and the wind at my knee,
Riding, riding, riding, riding
Between the hills and the sea.
poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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Rocket Love
Do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do
Do do do, do do do, do do do-oo
I longed for you since I was born
A woman sensitive and warm
And that you were
With pride and strength no one would test
But yet have feminie finesse
And so much more
You took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
Took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
A female shakespeare of your time
With looks to blow picassos mind
You were the best
Your body moved with grace and song
Like symphonies by bach or brahms
Nevertheless, oh oh
You took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
Ooh you took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
Da da da, da da da, da da da, da da da
Da da da, da da da-aa
The passion burning in your heart
Would make hells fire seem like a spark
Where did it go
Just why that you would overnight
Turn love to stone as cold as ice
Ill never know
But you took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
Baby you took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
Cold, too cold, you took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
Oh, oh, oh, took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to into this cold, cold world
I would not do that to a dog
Took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
You took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
Ooh baby
Rocket love
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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The Horses
We will fly way on high
Where the cool winds blow
Or in the sun laughing having fun
With all the people we know
If the situation should keep us separated
I know the world wont fall apart
You will free the beautiful bird
Caught inside your heart
Can you see her oh she flies so proud
Cast her wild wings over water and cloud
Thats the way its gonna be little darling
Well go riding on the horses
Way up in the sky little darling
If you fall Ill pick you up, pick you up
You will grow until you go
Ill be right there by your side
Even then a whispering wind
Will call me to you in the night
I hear all the people of the world
In my one birds cry
I see them trying every way they know
To make their spirits fly
Can you see her moonlight in her eye
Coming from under my wing
You were born to fly
Thats the way its gonna be, little darling
Well go riding on the horses
Way up in the sky little darling
If you fall Ill pick you up, pick you up
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Haec Fabula Docet
A rat who'd gorged a box of bane
And suffered an internal pain,
Came from his hole to die (the label
Required it if the rat were able)
And found outside his habitat
A limpid stream. Of bane and rat
'T was all unconscious; in the sun
It ran and prattled just for fun.
Keen to allay his inward throes,
The beast immersed his filthy nose
And drank-then, bloated by the stream,
And filled with superheated steam,
Exploded with a rascal smell,
Remarking, as his fragments fell
Astonished in the brook: 'I'm thinking
This water's damned unwholesome drinking!'
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Love at First Sight
We met and let our eyes speak,
We meant to talk, but felt so weak.
'Was it love at first sight? ', I wondered,
'Was it just a mere idea? ', I murmured.
Then words helped us break the ice.
How lovely was the talk! How nice!
Time felt we stole His hours,
We felt time was just ours.
We knew we were meant to meet,
At such a time, in such a heat.
Soon I called her my better half,
Soon I tasted the joy of love.
We rushed to pledge for ever,
To rise to glory or fall together.
She meant the world to me and more
I meant no less with my little lore.
We were so happy and content,
To lead our life, and were so bent,
To stick together through thick and thin,
To tell the world our true love was no sin.
Love is when hearts soar to happiness,
Love is a cure for the heart's sickness.
For me and her love was, is and will be,
The air of this life and of the one to be.
poem by Omar Jabak
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All In Green My Love Went Riding
All in green my love went riding, four lean hounds
crouched low and smiling; riding upon a great gold
horse into the silver dawn. She ventured far ahead, an amazon
princess, flanking four lean hounds; my love struck the path.
She wished to rid herself of me. All in green
my love kept riding, without me; into the silver dawn.
Till I heard the whine of a horse and the bark of the hounds.
I abandoned all caution, raced atop the high peaks
into the silver sawn, to find the Golden Horse
with no rider. Four lean hounds, crouched low and silent
Where a motionless figure lay on the path;
All in green, my heart fell dead before.
poem by Ryan C. Walker
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In Your World
People laughing
People hating
Violence brewing
Stillness waiting
Will you be able to read the signs
People laughing
People cheating
Streets are full of homeless sleeping
Will you be able to stop the crime
One day you'll be over your fears it will take time
Someday you'll be wearing your tears inside your smile
The sun will rise (in your world)
The moon will shine (in your world)
The years will go by (in your world)
You will be alright (in your world)
Children laughing
Children playing
TVs full of mindless sayings
Will you be able to hear them cry
Children watching
Children knowing
Not too sure of where their going
Will you able to give them time
One day you'll be over your fears it will take time
Someday you'll be wearing your tears inside your smile
The sun will rise (in your world)
The moon will shine (in your world)
The years will go by (in your world)
You will be alright
In your world
In your world
In your world
In your world
In your world
In your world
In your world
In your world
In your world
In your world
In your world
In your world
song performed by by April Wine
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Well Almost
“Tune in next week, same time, same station”
How those words so frustrated me
Why did they always need to ration
Time with my hero, who elated me
Hi Ho Silver, Away! !
The masked man, Lone Ranger
With faithful friend Tonto
Could squelch any danger
They squelched danger pronto
Hi Ho Silver, Away! !
Riding the plains on their most valiant steeds
Opposing those outlawing dudes
To radio stories of unmatched deeds
My seven year old ears stayed glued
Hi Ho Silver, Away! !
Adorned in boots, mask and white hat
I’d be riding those great western plains
Astride Silver, I would stop crime flat
With my fighting injustice campaigns
Hi Ho Silver, Away! !
Time galloped on, though a century late
My dreams have come to fruition (Well almost)
I’m riding high now in my Silvery State
Like a macho cowboy patrician (Well almost)
Hi Ho Silver, Away! !
(Well almost)
poem by Stanley Cooper
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Brudefolkene
Paa Bane nu, paa Bane!
Seer Du den røde Fane?
De ringed anden Gang;
Vor Vei er ikke lang!
Jeg sidder ved din Side;
Vi gjennem Luften glide,
Alt flyve vi forbi,
Ja, det er Trylleri!
End milevidt derhenne
Staaer Kirken, og i denne
Min Brud Du blive vil.
O, Lyst at flyve til!
Vi eie Ørnens Vinger!
Hør alt, hvor Orglet klinger!
Hvor svandt dog Byer og Træer!
Et Kys! — Nu er vi der!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Those Who Move Clouds
The throwing of your mental clothes wasnt ever your intention
The malady within your heart has no cure and prevention
There are those who move clouds
Those who move clouds
Heard it murmured in a far off crowd
Those who move clouds
I wish that I could offer you a chance to change direction
But you know that pathways must be followed to near destruction
There are those who move clouds
Those who move clouds
Heard it murmured in a far off crowd
Those who move clouds
There are those who will patronise and compromise your position
They cant feel the forceful hand of
Predetermined destination
There are those who move clouds
Those who move clouds
Heard it murmured in a far off crowd
Those who move clouds
I can feel the forceful hand
And it wont let me change direction no
And theres this hunger inside of me
And it wont and it wont no it wont stop its aching
And I can feel it inside of my head the forceful hand
And it wont let me change direction
And theres this hunger and it wont let me
And it wont let me stop and it wont let me stop this aching no
song performed by by Howard Jones
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The Song Of Wandering Aengus
I WENT out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands.
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Whither? (From The German Of Müller)
I heard a brooklet gushing
From its rocky fountain near,
Down into the valley rushing,
So fresh and wondrous clear.
I know not what came o'er me,
Nor who the counsel gave;
But I must hasten downward,
All with my pilgrim-stave;
Downward, and ever farther,
And ever the brook beside;
And ever fresher murmured,
And ever clearer, the tide.
Is this the way I was going?
Whither, O brooklet, say I
Thou hast, with thy soft murmur,
Murmured my senses away.
What do I say of a murmur?
That can no murmur be;
'Tis the water-nymphs, that are singing
Their roundelays under me.
Let them sing, my friend, let them murmur,
And wander merrily near;
The wheels of a mill are going
In every brooklet clear.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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