A Lark
A Lark
Better have a crow
To caw
Every now and then
Than a lark
With a sweet melody
A well-writ couplet
May do you harm
But handbilling
Has its own charm.
(Karnailsingh Heranwale)
poem by Karnail Singh Heirwale
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False Poets And True (To Wordsworth)
Look how the lark soars upward and is gone,
Turning a spirit as he nears the sky!
His voice is heard, but body there is none
To fix the vague excursions of the eye.
So, poets' songs are with us, tho' they die
Obscured, and hid by death's oblivious shroud,
And Earth inherits the rich melody
Like raining music from the morning cloud.
Yet, few there be who pipe so sweet and loud
Their voices reach us through the lapse of space:
The noisy day is deafen'd by a crowd
Of undistinguished birds, a twittering race;
But only lark and nightingale forlorn
Fill up the silences of night and morn.
poem by Thomas Hood
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The Lark ON the Clerk
Blushingly blotches the mark
over the spot.
Itchingly wrestles the clerk,
scratching a lot.
What a lark
is it not
in the dark
in his cot?
But the mark
on the clerk
all remark
comforts not...
Cheerfully carols the lark
Over the cot.
Merrily whistles the clerk
scratching a blot.
But the lark
And the clerk
I remark,
Comfort me not!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Farewell: To C.E.G
My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
No lark could pipe in skies so dull and gray;
Yet, if you will, one quiet hint I'll leave you,
For every day.
I'll tell you how to sing a clearer carol
Than lark who hails the dawn or breezy down;
To earn yourself a purer poet's laurel
Than Shakespeare's crown.
Be good, sweet maid, and let who can be clever;
Do lovely things, not dream them, all day long;
And so make Life, and Death, and that For Ever,
One grand sweet song.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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Flowers In The Dark
Can you see flowers in the dark
While walking in the park
Accompanied by the sky lark
Can you hear the sky lark
While walking in the park
Looking for flowers in the dark
Can you walk in the park
Listening to the sky lark
Look for flowers in the dark
Can the sky lark
Listening to flowers in the dark
Walk in the park
Can the flowers in the park
Listening to the sky lark
Notice you in the dark
poem by Jamie Collins
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The Knight's Return
Hark! hark! hark!
The lark sings high in the dark.
The were wolves mutter, the night hawks moan,
The raven croaks from the Raven-stone;
What care I for his boding groan,
Riding the moorland to come to mine own?
Hark! hark! hark!
The lark sings high in the dark.
Hark! hark! hark!
The lark sings high in the dark.
Long have I wander'd by land and by sea,
Long have I ridden by moorland and lea;
Yonder she sits with my babe on her knee,
Sits at the window and watches for me!
Hark! hark! hark!
The lark sings high in the dark.
Written for music, 1857.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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The Dog Cries
THE DOG CRIES
The dog cries horarse
Apply some glycerine
Okay
It will lick
Your feet
But bite your leg.
Adog is a dog.
(karnailsingh HERANWALE)
poem by Karnail Singh Heirwale
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Juliet: Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Romeo: It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.
Night‘s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Juliet: Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I:
It is some meteor that the sun exhal‘d,
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua.
Therefore stay yet; thou need‘st not to be gone.
Romeo: Let me be ta‘en, let me be put to death;
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
I‘ll say yon grey is not the morning‘s eye,
‘Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia‘s brow;
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads.
I have more care to stay than will to go:
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
How is‘t, my soul? let‘s talk; it is not day.
Juliet: It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!
It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
Some say the lark makes sweet division;
This doth not so, for she divideth us.
Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,
O, now I would they had changed voices too!
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
Hunting thee hence with hunt‘s-up to the day.
O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.
Romeo: More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!
line from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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O My Fish
O MY FISH
O my fish
Fishermen have
Fished you
Lying in a basket
Senselessly senseless
In dark oblivious
Nay anaesthetised
You lie dead
With nobody to entomb you.
(karnailsingh Heranwale)
poem by Karnail Singh Heirwale
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Make Not A Fun....
MAKE NOT A FUN.......
Make not a fun of love
It will vanish
Leaving you decried
Wobbling
Upon a stick
Like a beggar
In wait of
A fat purse
Rendered penniless
Looking for a penny.
(karnailsingh Heranwale)
poem by Karnail Singh Heirwale
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KEY TO A WOMANS HEART...by talile ali
CASH
SECURITY
FRIENDS, FAMILY, LOVE
LUST ENTWINES ALL OF THESE
AND BUMPED UP WHEN IT NEEDS TO BE GREASED
LIFE
GREED
PAST, PRESENT DEEDS
SOMETHING IN THE BRAIN
DRIVING THEM ALL INSANE AS THEY KEEP
BUMPIN AND GRINDIN AGAIN
TO PERPETUATE THE NEEDS
I CAN'T STAND BEING USED, WOMEN
AND I CAN'T EXIST WITHOUT ANY OF THEM
A SLAVE FROM THE VERY START
NEED THE KEY'S TO A WOMAN'S HEART
ONCE,
TWICE,
THREE TIME WAS VERY NICE
DOESN'T MEAN A THING
IF THE CASH FLOW DOESN'T HAVE A ZING
ZIM
ZAM
FORGIVE ME, NO THANK YOU MA'AM
WHO KNOWS WHEN THIS ALL BEGAN
WAS IT ALWAYS A GAME, PLAY PRETEND
DID WE NEVER GIVE IT THOUGHT AGAIN
IT'S TEARING ME ALL APART MY FRIEND
THIS HERE ALL IS NOT A LARK
I NEED THE KEY'S TO A WOMAN'S HEART
THIS HERE ALL IS NOT A LARK
I NEED THE KEY'S TO A WOMAN'S HEART
THIS HERE ALL IS NOT A LARK
I NEED THE KEY'S TO A WOMAN'S HEART
poem by Talile Ali
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The Fairy God-mother
THE FAIRY GOD-MOTHER
Protects you
Yea thy fairy god-mother
Will not she err
To involve you
With a god
How frequently
Protection and involvement
intersect each other
One never knows.
(karnailsingh Heranwale)
poem by Karnail Singh Heirwale
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Culture And Nature
CULTURE AND NATURE
Culture and nature
Are poles apart
The war torn sky
Unhinges the individual
To look up and look down
Always on the way
Happy or dismayed
Flattering himself
Or the other
Cry for indulgence
To his mother.
(karnailsingh Heranwale)
poem by Karnail Singh Heirwale
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The Snake And the Dove
The Snake And the Dove
The snake
And the dove
Go their way
Biting ungrudgingly
Soaring unpledgingly.
The sunken cheek
The damaged liver
Can go
Neither
But
Providentially.
(karnailsingh Heranwale)
poem by Karnail Singh Heirwale
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Fairy Land ii
YOU spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong;
Come not near our fairy queen.
Philomel, with melody,
Sing in our sweet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby!
Never harm,
Nor spell nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.
Weaving spiders, come not here;
Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence!
Beetles black, approach not near;
Worm nor snail, do no offence.
Philomel, with melody,
Sing in our sweet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby!
Never harm,
Nor spell nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Let There Be Love
Let there be you,
Let there be me.
Let there be oysters
Under the sea.
Let there be wind,
An occassional rain.
Chile con carne,
Sparkling champagne
Let there be birds
To sing in the trees,
Someone to bless me
Whenever I sneeze.
Let there be cuckoos,
A lark and a dove,
But first of all, please
Let there be love.
Let there be cuckoos,
A lark and a dove,
But first of all, please
Let there be love
song performed by by Westlife
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Thy Innocence
THY INNOCENCE
O dear,
Do you know
How the shafts of your sight
Have pierced my heart
Penetrrted the soul
Thy innocence
Has overtaken
My whole being
When I say yea
It is thy yea
When Isay nay
It is thy nay
How overwhelming
Is the love at first sight:
(karnailsingh Heranwale)
poem by Karnail Singh Heirwale
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Not To Be
THE rose said 'Let but this long rain be past,
And I shall feel my sweetness in the sun
And pour its fullness into life at last.'
But when the rain was done,
But when dawn sparkled through unclouded air,
She was not there.
The lark said 'Let but winter be away,
And blossoms come, and light, and I will soar,
And lose the earth, and be the voice of day.'
But when the snows were o'er,
But when spring broke in blueness overhead,
The lark was dead.
And myriad roses made the garden glow,
And skylarks carolled all the summer long—
What lack of birds to sing and flowers to blow?
Yet, ah, lost scent, lost song!
Poor empty rose, poor lark that never trilled!
Dead unfulfilled!
poem by Augusta Davies Webster
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A Pyramid
A Pyramid
Who ever gives a penny
To an idler
Idlling with fancy
High up in a pyramid
Socketing
One eye above
The other.
Crawing worms
Choose
But
Penny -hunting
Or noose-bunting.
(karnailsingh Heranwale)
poem by Karnail Singh Heirwale
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Golden Lark
Written by dennis deyoung
Lead vocals by dennis deyoung
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la la
One day youre up
And the next day youre down
And all your dreams
Pass you by
You sit in your room
With your face in a frown
Waiting for her
Last goodbye
And all of the wishing wells
And stars in the sky
Wont make her stay any more
And all of the plans youve made
Will soon wash to sea
Like a lark who cant sing any more
Once in awhile you remember her laugh
For she could make you feel strong
twas then that you thought your love always would last
But now it seems you were wrong
And all of the wishing wells
And stars in the sky
Wont make her stay anymore
And all of the plans youve made
Will soon wash to sea
Like a lark who cant sing any more
Golden lark wont you sing any more
Golden lark
Keeps her heart
Riding on the wind
Shes a mystery
Like a gypsy
Hides her love within
Golden lark
Keeps her heart
Riding on the wind
Shes a mystery
Like a gypsy
Hides her love within
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la la
song performed by by Styx
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Song of the Lark (Pantoum)
Alone, alone, I listened to a song,
The lovely, floating warble of a lark.
I heard the notes come drifting, clear and strong,
Until the daylight faded into dark.
The lovely, floating warble of a lark-
Its melody caressed my troubled soul
Until the daylight faded into dark
And velvet night concealed the gentle knoll.
Its melody caressed my troubled soul
While yet I lingered, charmed by peace and grace,
And velvet night concealed the gentle knoll
Before I left that sweet, enchanted place.
While yet I lingered, charmed by peace and grace,
I memorized each shimmering, silvery tone,
Before I left that sweet, enchanted place-
Then I was once again alone, alone.
I memorized each shimmering, silvery tone;
I heard the notes come drifting, clear and strong,
Then I was once again alone, alone.
Alone, alone, I listened to a song.