What Is To Come
What is to come we know not. But we know
That what has been was good--was good to show,
Better to hide, and best of all to bear.
We are the masters of the days that were:
We have lived, we have loved, we have suffered . . . even so.
Shall we not take the ebb who had the flow?
Life was our friend. Now, if it be our foe -
Dear, though it spoil and break us!--need we care
What is to come?
Let the great winds their worst and wildest blow,
Or the gold weather round us mellow slow:
We have fulfilled ourselves, and we can dare
And we can conquer, though we may not share
In the rich quiet of the afterglow
What is to come.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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To My Dear Friend…
Dear friend, I like you very much
Because you give a soothing touch
By words, that lifts my mind and heart,
And helps me do my work with art!
To find good friends these days is rare,
And those who like and love and care,
And those who experiences share,
And goad others to do and dare!
You are my friend who's good indeed:
Who labours hard without some greed;
Who gives me useful tips and leads
To help me pluck out life's thorns/ weeds!
You are one man who looks so great
In world unclean, with clean a slate:
Who I have found rarely till date,
Who I can consider top-rate!
Thank you, dear friend for all you've done,
And interest in me, you have shown,
And boosted my spirits run down,
And cheering me up when alone!
God bless you amply for your ways;
God grant you happiness all days;
God keep you safe aright always;
God give you laughing, smiling face!
Fondly dedicated to my dear friend at IRT, Chennai
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-6-2012
poem by John Celes
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Twice Times
There were Two Little Bears who lived in a Wood,
And one of them was Bad and the other was Good.
Good Bear learnt his Twice Times One -
But Bad Bear left all his buttons undone.
They lived in a Tree when the weather was hot,
And one of them was Good, and the other was Not.
Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Two -
But Bad Bear's thingummies were worn right through.
They lived in a Cave when the weather was cold,
And they Did, and they Didn't Do, what they were told.
Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Three -
But Bad Bear never had his hand-ker-chee.
They lived in the Wood with a Kind Old Aunt,
And one said 'Yes'm,' and the other said 'Shan't!'
Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Four -
But Bad Bear's knicketies were terrible tore.
And then quite suddenly (just like Us)
One got Better and the other got Wuss.
Good Bear muddled his Twice Times Three -
But Bad Bear coughed in his hand-ker-chee!
Good Bear muddled his Twice Times Two -
But Bad Bear's thingummies looked like new.
Good Bear muddled his Twice Times One -
But Bad Bear never left his buttons undone.
There may be a Moral, though some say not;
I think there's a moral, though I don't know what.
But if one gets better, as the other gets wuss,
These Two Little Bears are just like Us.
For Christopher remembers up to Twice Times Ten ...
But I keep forgetting where I put my pen.*
* So I have had to write this one in pencil.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Holy Home
Dear sir, it was God will
Else he might have been alive still
The great souls are needed there
They have to pick up from somewhere
It was your holy home
Only your son was welcome
God has taken note of your charity
He was loved by almighty
He could, otherwise laid you to rest
That is the only endurance and test
The destiny was decided as something different
The apostles were directly sent
You have seen and passed through age
How difficult it is now to manage!
I wish almighty give long endurance
You pass this test also at once
You brought him up with great care
No one could challenge him or dare
He was beautiful rose in your garden
His departure at this stage was all of sudden
It may take years to heal
You may miss him and feel
But remember it is God’s will
You are chosen for time to kill
It is your self service and wisdom
No one can challenge and understand seldom
God has give pain but may give strength too
This is advice but very true
You were blessed with enough of wealth
I wish and pray for nice stay with good health
It may be considered as serious blow
But He has bless you divine glow
You may last and endure
With so much peace for sure
The mission entrusted may be fulfilled
The humanity thrust in you will never be killed
Think not what the blow has delivered
Bear in mind what Gold has offered
You are still at helm of affairs
The garden may boom again with all the flowers
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Take Good Care Of Her
(words & music by warren - kent)
Take good care of her, take good care of her
I suppose I ought to say congratulations
For you won the only girl I ever loved
But I hurt too much to face the situation
Just take good care of her, take good care of her
Just to be around her was my greatest pleasure
She was everything my future held in store
So remember when you take my only treasure
Just take good care of her, take good care of her
I must accept it, she loves you more than me
So with my broken heart Ill bow out gracefully
Please dont send me any wedding invitation
For I couldnt bear to see her there with you
If shes happy, that will be my consolation
Just take good care of her, take good care of her
Take good care of her, take good care of her
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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With Eternity Standing By
How shall I bid you good--bye,
Dear, without tears?
Only once in the years,
The idle vanishing years,
We met, with Eternity standing by,
And loved, a little forgotten space,
I for the sake of your beautiful face,
You I hardly know how or why,
Or whether you loved me indeed, alas,
With Eternity standing by.
We played our comedy parts,
Scene after scene.
You were to be my queen,
My dear sweet comedy queen,
I your lover and knave of hearts
Who kissed your hand in the make--believe
And looked for the bee in your royal sleeve,
And stopped, because of the pain that smarts,
The pangs that soften, the sighs that grieve,
And the rest of the tragic parts.
We did not know that we loved,
Not at the first of it.
That, ah that was the worst of it,
The aching sorrowful worst of it,
Not till I saw that your soul was moved
At the sound of my voice, as in tears I read
Of Guinevere and the days long dead,
And the knights and ladies who lived and loved
And went to their graves and were harvested.
Then, ah then, it was proved.
So I dare not bid you good--bye,
Dear, without tears.
Things there are in the years,
The coming ominous years,
All too sad for us not to cry.
Other joys shall forgotten be,
But not the pilgrimage made with me,
The Severn's flood and the angry sky,
And the love we talked of, which could not be
With Eternity standing by.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Backdoor Medley
I. backdoor love affair
Got to have you, baby, even
Though you say that you dont care.
Got to have you, baby, even
Though you say that you dont care.
Any way you want it,
Settle for a backdoor love affair.
Ii. mellow down easy
Jump, jump here, jump, jump there,
Jump, jump, baby, everywhere.
Dont you mellow down easy,
Babe, you got to mellow down easy.
Dont you mellow down easy.
Got to mellow down easy.
Dont you mellow down easy.
Got to mellow down easy, babe.
Dont you mellow down easy.
Got to mellow down easy.
Dont you mellow down easy.
Mellow down easy when you really wanna blow your top.
Shake, shake here, shake, shake there,
Shake, shake, baby, everywhere.
Dont you mellow down easy,
Babe, you got to mellow down easy.
Dont you mellow down easy.
Got to mellow down easy.
Dont you mellow down easy.
Got to mellow down easy, babe.
Dont you mellow down easy.
Got to mellow down easy.
Dont you mellow down easy.
Mellow down easy when you really wanna blow your top.
Shake, shake here, shake, shake there,
Shake, shake, baby, everywhere.
Dont you mellow down easy,
Babe, you got to mellow down easy.
Dont you mellow down easy.
Got to mellow down easy.
Dont you mellow down easy.
Got to mellow down easy, babe.
Dont you mellow down easy.
Got to mellow down easy.
Dont you mellow down easy.
Mellow down easy when you really wanna blow your top.
Iii. backdoor love affair no.2
Baby baby baby baby, dont you want a man like me?
Uh-huh uh-huh, yes I do, yes I do.
Oh, baby baby baby baby, dont you want a man like me?
Uh-huh uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh.
Oh, I give you lovin by the daytime,
Night time you could take good care of me.
Baby baby baby baby, dont you want a man like me?
Uh-huh uh-huh, yes I do, yes I do.
Oh, baby baby baby baby, dont you want a man like me?
Uh-huh uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh.
Oh, I give you lovin by the daytime,
Night time you could take good care of me.
Baby baby baby baby, dont you want a man like me?
Uh-huh uh-huh, yes I do, yes I do.
Oh, baby baby baby baby, dont you want a man like me?
Uh-huh uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh.
Oh, I give you lovin by the daytime,
Night time she could take good care of me.
Iv. long distance boogie
Is everybody feelin good? you makin us feel good, too!
Now, early this morning I got on that long distance telephone
And I called my mama.
I said, mama, this is your boy, and Im way down here in
New orleans, louisiana.
And she said, thats all right, boy.
And she turned to my papa and she said,
papa, our boys way down there in new orleans.
We cannot let him stay out all night long.
She did!
Long about that time, I heard my papa lean toward my mama.
I heard papa tell mama, let that boy boogie-woogie.
He said, its in him and its got to come out.
So I went downtown.
Theres a lot of people there.
They was-a really havin a ball.
And I felt so good.
Yes, I felt so good.
Yes, I felt so good.
Yes, I felt so good.
Yes, I felt so good.
Yes, I felt so good.
Yes, I felt so good.
Boogie, children!
Boogie, children!
song performed by by ZZ Top
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Differences between a Good Friend and a Bad Friend
A good friend would wait for you;
So you could both walk to the bus;
A bad friend would just leave impatient;
“I’d rather go hang with Gus.”
A good friend would help with a chore;
Even if it’s taking out the trash;
A bad friend would just smirk;
“If only you gave me cash.”
A good friend would listen;
To whatever you have to say;
A bad friend would cover your mouth;
“Quit blabbering away! ”
A good friend would say “Come on over.”
Whenever you feel like you’re alone;
A bad friend would yell at your face;
“Just go on back home! ”
A good friend would phone;
To ask how you are;
A bad friend wouldn’t care;
“Wanna go to the bar? ”
A good friend will cheer you up;
Whenever you feel sad;
A bad friend would laugh;
“Well, that’s just too bad.”
A good friend would stand up for you;
When blamed for a crime;
A bad friend would walk away;
“Oh look at the time.”
A good friend would come to your funeral;
And leave flowers in your wake;
A bad friend would blow it off;
“It was his mistake! ”
poem by Jessica Lopez
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King Goodheart
There lived a King, as I've been told
In the wonder-working days of old,
When hearts were twice as good as gold,
And twenty times as mellow.
Good temper triumphed in his face,
And in his heart he found a place
For all the erring human race
And every wretched fellow.
When he had Rhenish wine to drink
It made him very sad to think
That some, at junket or at jink,
Must be content with toddy:
He wished all men as rich as he
(And he was rich as rich could be),
So to the top of every tree
Promoted everybody.
Ambassadors cropped up like hay,
Prime Ministers and such as they
Grew like asparagus in May,
And Dukes were three a penny:
Lord Chancellors were cheap as sprats,
And Bishops in their shovel hats
Were plentiful as tabby cats -
If possible, too many.
On every side Field-Marshals gleamed,
Small beer were Lords-Lieutenants deemed,
With Admirals the ocean teemed,
All round his wide dominions;
And Party Leaders you might meet
In twos and threes in every street
Maintaining, with no little heat,
Their various opinions.
That King, although no one denies,
His heart was of abnormal size,
Yet he'd have acted otherwise
If he had been acuter.
The end is easily foretold,
When every blessed thing you hold
Is made of silver, or of gold,
You long for simple pewter.
When you have nothing else to wear
But cloth of gold and satins rare,
For cloth of gold you cease to care -
Up goes the price of shoddy:
In short, whoever you may be,
To this conclusion you'll agree,
When every one is somebody,
Then no one's anybody!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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It's so good.....
It’s so good to be someones’ forever,
it’s so good to know that you are loved,
to know that your heart is so clever
and shares everything with your beloved.
It’s so good to be someones’ forever,
to know that your beloved will never lie,
to know that your beloved will always share
up to the end, up to the day you die.
It’s so good to hug the loving body,
to be together days and nights,
to feel the ice as a real hotty,
to dream together of the flights.
It’s so good to flow together
like streamlets in an early spring,
to feel yourself as a light feather
which is a part of an eagle wing.
It’s so good to warm you and be warmed,
to fresh each other as a rain,
to see in dear eyes love storms,
to travel life in one comfortable train.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
28/9 2010
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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It is so good...
It’s so good to be someones’ forever,
it’s so good to know that you are loved,
to know that your heart is so clever
and shares everything with your beloved.
It’s so good to be someones’ forever,
to know that your beloved will never lie,
to know that your beloved will always share
up to the end, up to the day you die.
It’s so good to hug the loving body,
to be together days and nights,
to feel the ice as a real hotty,
to dream together of the flights.
It’s so good to flow together
like streamlets in an early spring,
to feel yourself as a light feather
which is a part of an eagle wing.
It’s so good to warm you and be warmed,
to fresh each other as a rain,
to see in dear eyes love storms,
to travel life in one comfortable train.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
28/9 2010
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Cheer
It's a mighty good world, so it is, dear lass,
When even the worst is said.
There's a smile and a tear, a sigh and a cheer,
But better be living than dead;
A joy and a pain, a loss and a gain;
There's honey and may be some gall:
Yet still I declare, foul weather or fair,
It's a mighty good world after all.
For look, lass! at night when I break from the fight,
My Kingdom's awaiting for me;
There's comfort and rest, and the warmth of your breast,
And little ones climbing my knee.
There's fire-light and song -- Oh, the world may be wrong!
Its empires may topple and fall:
My home is my care -- if gladness be there,
It's a mighty good world after all.
O heart of pure gold! I have made you a fold,
It's sheltered, sun-fondled and warm.
O little ones, rest! I have fashioned a nest;
Sleep on! you are safe from the storm.
For there's no foe like fear, and there's no friend like cheer,
And sunshine will flash at our call;
So crown Love as King, and let us all sing --
"It's a mighty good world after all."
poem by Robert William Service
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When The Good Times Come Again
Every rainbow has to have an end
A pot of gold or dreams foretold
May not be there my friend
In this high and mighty world we live in
Sometimes we have to break
Sometimes we have to bend
Until the good times come again
[Chorus:]
I'll see you then
When the good times come again
When you and I have made it back
From the people and the places we have been
I'll see you then
When the good times come again
The door that we go out of
Is door that we come in
When the good times come again
When the good times come again
Hope we both survive the world out there
You'll never know what wind will blow
So don't forget I care
And don't forget the way we felt together
Sometimes we have to hold
To all the good that's been
[Chorus 3x]
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Three Songs
I
Where love is life
The roses blow,
Though winds be rude
And cold the snow,
The roses climb
Serenely slow,
They nod in rhyme
We know--we know
Where love is life
The roses blow.
Where life is love
The roses blow,
Though care be quick
And sorrows grow,
Their roots are twined
With rose-roots so
That rosebuds find
A way to show
Where life is love
The roses blow.
II
Nothing came here but sunlight,
Nothing fell here but rain,
Nothing blew but the mellow wind,
Here are the flowers again!
No one came here but you, dear,
You with your magic train
Of brightness and laughter and lightness,
Here is my joy again!
III
I have songs of dancing pleasure,
I have songs of happy heart,
Songs are mine that pulse in measure
To the throbbing of the mart.
Songs are mine of magic seeming,
In a land of love forlorn,
Where the joys are had for dreaming,
At a summons from the horn.
But my sad songs come unbidden,
Rising with a wilder zest,
From the bitter pool that's hidden,
Deep--deep--deep within my breast.
poem by Duncan Campbell Scott
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As Faithful As Forever
Yes, as faithful as forever, that's how she was to me!
She was noble, she was clever and welcomed chivalry!
She championed every worthy cause and blessed both rich and poor.
She lived obedient to God's laws and loved Him more and more!
Charity was her middle name... Upon the streets she stood!
Collecting funds became her aim - she did the best she could!
With table tops outside the shops and bric-a-brac galore,
My mother truly was the tops with trinkets by the score!
The paperbacks were on display - romances by the ton!
And hand-on-heart, I'll truly say, she'd read them, every one!
She sold them off for cash-in-hand, her charities to bless...
So children in another land would find some happiness!
My mother knew that she was smart, yet she chose to be bold!
My mother had a wondrous heart... Her soul was good as gold!
Lord Jesus told her to prepare as she reached her life's end!
'For all your life you've showed you care. You tried to be a friend.
Your time is near, and so be strong! Have faith, you're in My hands!
I know for life you truly long, yet I have other plans...
Believe in Me, no more than now, when weak and at your worst!
For I am He who will allow your future, blessed or cursed!
Indeed, I've seen with My own eyes your good deeds, one by one!
I've seen your frowns and heard your sighs; I know what must be done!
Your journey waits - be strong, be brave! Yet know tranquillity...
For everyone God bid Me save will always come to Me...'
This prophecy was then relayed to those most dear to her...
So they would know, 'Don't be afraid! ' For such things must occur!
Her last week on this Earth was spent at home then hospital...
She claimed loved ones to her were sent and that she heard them call.
She saw the dead, her family... they waved to her in bed!
Within that week God's prophecy came true as Jesus said...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Though hell should bar the way,
A friend is a friend,
well beyond the end.
Because a friend lives in the heart,
the soul,
which turns into sweet memories,
when you fall apart and lose control.
A friend, is SURELY a friend,
well beyond the end.
Because a friend shares good cheers,
through sadness and tears,
letting you know that you have a friend here.
A friend is a friend,
well beyond the end.
Because a friend is there to;
Bear pain,
bear witness to the fact that you care,
And gain,
Gain the fact that;
through sorrows, grief, and pain,
*though hell should bar the way,
share laughter and smiles,
well beyond a mile.
Because a friend can be there,
-be there.
Because a friend can be there
at any expense,
at any given time.
poem by Abigail Marie
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A Good Friend She Was
A good friend she was
Would be there for me
Through ups or downs
A good friend she was.
A good friend she was
We laughed and had fun
Her smile was the best
A good friend she was.
A good friend she was
Her caring was amazing
Her love of life showed
A good friend she was.
A good friend she was
Kept her spirits up in pain
Never showed her hurts
A good friend she was.
A good friend she was
Even up until the end
Put my hand on her heart
A good friend she was.
A good friend she was
I will treasure the memories
Of all the joy we shared
A good friend she was.
*Dedicated to my very best friend Maryann whose spirit lives on because you really can't destroy goodness
poem by Connie Webb
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Gen Ocean of Life
Cockleshells of Life are we,
Braving storms of tempestuous seas;
Riding the breakers, clinging on tight,
Rolling awash, praying for light.
Into the doldrums, gasping for breath,
Thinking at times, better 'twere death;
But the thrill and the skim of a bright windy day
Chases such sad thoughts far, far away.
Come weather foul, come weather fair,
We'll give of our best and do what we dare;
Keep weather eyes open and show that we care
For other sea-farers whom met here and there.
Throw life-lines if need be, drink some good beer,
Sharing what's there of all kinds of cheer;
Then wait in the offing as long as seems best
Till called to the harbour to take a good rest.
poem by Mill Field
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Let Me Share The Ride
Hey there buddy
Slow down for me
Im friendly and Im clean
I will not rob you or cause you misery
Your wheels sound good to me
I aint green with travel
As you can see
I only got one bag
If I am trouble drop me off
In abilene
Ill pay my gasoline
Chorus
Let me share the ride
Let me share the ride
Its hard living on travel time
Please let me share your ride
I never was a young man
Never felt old
This life is a mystery
My coffees hot not cold
Ill turn your dashboard gold
Slow down take a look at me
Im not not running from anything
Ive no past to hide
Ive got no secrets haunting me
I just easy ride
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Does His Love Show?
Is there one you may know, to whom God’s Love you can show?
It could be a friend or two, of who God’s Truth, they never knew.
Is there something you can do, to show how He loves them too?
Maybe you could share with one, a gentle truth about God’s Son.
Maybe God would have you share, in a way that shows you care,
By helping one in a special way, when having a very troubled day.
Maybe taking the time to sacrifice, this in the love of Jesus Christ.
Making the most of an opportunity, to show God’s love of Calvary.
Has Christ’s Love showed that day, changed your life in any way?
By filling you with Christ like love, that only comes from God above.
Christ sheds a love within a heart, love from God that won’t depart.
Are you using Christ’s love within, to love other men just like Him?
Do you think of the others first, even when they are at their worst?
Relying upon Christ’s love within, not hindered by the person’s sin.
Remember God loved me and you, when we were lost sinners too,
And yet Christ died on the cross, to save us when we still were lost.
Friend, will Christ’s love override, the natural feelings deep inside?
Instead of judging, love every day, that friend, in a Christ like way,
If you share Christ, in love and zeal, making Christ’s love very real,
Do you really think that anyone, would deny the love of God’s Son?
(Copyright ©03/2007)
On line
"How are you one line" I spoke to a friend
You are dead for many years and again you are at telephone end
"I heard the same about you, how come you as ghost here"
He will delightedly reply and we may joke for hours
It is always good to remain in contact
Personally it helps to change attitudinal act
You disclose to a friend all troubling facts
He may sometimes come to help and set
"Can you please put him on line" I called on
"No, you can't and they gently hung on'
I dialed again to receive a voice in tears
It proved my worst compounded fears
I had not seen him for days and months
Some solitary though struck to my mind for his possible death
I brushed aside such rubbish idea and rested
But here news proved correct and my patience was tested
I nearly broke down at tragic news
He was dead for weaks and known to only few
I was in dark and felt tremendous shock
He was on pilgrimage and had suffered massive stroke
I felt restless and thought about limitation of existence
How much we fight and struggle to make felt our presence
Life winds up without a moments notice and person is no more
We can only feel bad rest of the time and remain very sore
We are human being and as such care for with attachment
Dear ones are always at heart and remain part of daily movement
Not a day passes without them and we share all our happiness
This is real story of our life and we grieve losses on face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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