I Admire You
You march with pride
with your head held high;
day to day in your worldly life,
facing all kinds of strife
poem by Divya Rooni
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Hold On
I was doomed riding on top a black horse.
Whatever prize there was I could only observe where the troubles starts.
Where does it end?
I cannot be cured...mmm...but if...
I know life would be different if I held on, held on.
I know I could be something if I held on.
Gave her life away. Put it in my pocket when it should've been framed.
Oh lost it's shine. Gotta' get this out of my head, out of my head.
How could it end...end like this?
I could've been...
I know life would be different had I held on, held on.
I know I could've been something had I held on, held on.
I know I could be something if I held on, held on.
I know life would be different if I held on, held on.
Held on, held on, if I held on, held on, if I held on, held on, if I held on.
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Held Up With Just A Stick
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick,
It seems...
Held up with just a stick,
One's head...
Held up with just a stick,
Their arms and their legs...
Needing to be fed.
And...
Held up with just a stick,
One's pride...
Held up with just a stick,
Two eyes and two ears...
Living poverty so near,
To...
Famish it is clear.
And...
Held up with just a stick,
Hunger.
Held up with just a stick,
Life!
Held up with just a stick,
Blight!
And those who fight death in their sight.
Held up with just a stick,
Life!
Held up with just a stick,
Pride!
Held up with just a stick,
Blight!
And those who fight death in their sight.
Held up with just a stick,
And...
There's no benefit to it.
Held up with just a stick,
Life!
Held up with just a stick,
Pride!
Held up with just a stick,
Blight!
And living this is NOT a gift.
Held up with just a stick,
And...
There's no benefit to it.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Walk With Your Head Held High
Walk,
With your palms open.
And I will keep you fed.
Remember,
It was I who had said from the very beginning...
Without Me in your life,
You would feel the winds...
Constantly spinning.
Until you admit...
It is I who can make that quit.
Walk,
With your eyes opened wide.
And realize what I have done...
Under the Sun,
Is not disguised.
Walk,
With your head held high.
Stop denying lies you tell...
To see time slip right by!
And it does not have to be that way.
It is you who attract,
Involved entrapments.
Without sending them away.
What from that,
Do you wished kept obeyed?
Walk,
With your head held high.
Stop denying lies you tell...
To see time slip right by!
Walk,
With your head held high.
Without trying in your 'fits'...
To make sense of it and sit,
In tears...
To stay.
Walk,
With your head held high.
Stop denying and the lieing,
Excused by alibis.
Today!
Just walk,
With your palms open.
And I will keep you fed.
Remember,
It was I who said,
From the very beginning...
Without Me in your life,
You would feel the winds spinning.
With strife you do not like!
But you invite it to incite.
And it does not have to be that way.
It is you who like entrapments.
Without sending them away.
Walk,
With your head held high.
And remember this...
You can dismiss all your conflicts,
If you insist to let them go...
And show your faith in Me believing,
What is known can be quickly tossed away...
From your grieving.
It was I who had said from the very beginning...
Without Me in your life,
You would feel the winds...
Constantly spinning.
Until you admit...
It is I who can make that quit.
Or you can sit,
To let your life pass as you slowly fade.
Without ever knowing what it's like...
To grab hold of your life and fight it,
Off!
Just Walk!
With your head held high.
Stop denying lies you tell...
To see time slip right by!
Walk,
With your head held high.
Without trying in your 'fits'...
To make sense of it and sit,
In tears...
That stay.
Take your happiness...
Affirm this everyday,
And walk away.
Choose to live your life,
In peaceful ways.
And you can do that praying everyday.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Opting Out
I'm facing you now, I have no more fear
Of you trying to rule my life,
You' ve treated me ill, and now it's quite clear,
I consider, I'm no longer your wife.
You think you own me, I know that for sure,
I assure you, you never will,
You no longer possess the power to lure
Me, with what you call your superior skill.
I hate you now, and I'm not in your debt,
So stand back and just move aside,
I'm leaving right now, without one regret,
But with my head held high with pride.
You've got a really nasty mind,
That you've cruelly used so well,
I'm wishing that someday soon you will find,
That 'purgatory' is where you dwell!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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You March On
You, unknown traveller of untreaded path
march on, march on, march on
will reach your destination
one day
though far off
march on, march on, march on.
Look back, never, even by mistake
forget, never, the hardships you bore
guide, will be your past deeds of life,
full of pangs on the bed of stake
What holds destiny?
Not to worry?
............Just march on, march on, march on.
Adversities make you a fast learner
Desires are snakes, so be a shirker
search the deep sea to find a pearl
get to the shore, while facing the whirl
Think never to be feeble & meek
deliver everyone from the misdeeds
while truth you seek
clear all hurdles regaining your strength
you will reach the destination
march on...march on....march on.
Carve out your name on the horizon
as your stars are on the ascendant
work towards the goal night and day
be illuminated in such a way
sluggish should appear the milky way
You, unknown traveller of untreaded path
march on, march on, march on
will reach your destination
one day
though far off
march on, march on, march on.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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March
Were I young again
and the month of March
were upon me
I'd skip down the road,
do a march to March,
sing a tune to March
dance a dance to March,
risk a prance to March,
strut and grind and do
a break dance to March.
Hop, skip and jump to March,
just like a the girl I used to be,
once upon a time in March,
when my cheeks had high colour
and my hopes were high.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Youth’s End
I HAVE held my life too high,
Spring and harvest, love and laughter, smile and sigh.
I should have held it lightly, like a young leaf rent in haste
From the willow in the waste.
A moment in my fingers; then it fluttered, then it fled,
A little flame of red,
To the God-beholding desert where the soundless years go by,–
I have held my life too high.
I have held my death too dear,
Shame or honour, peace or peril, pride or fear.
I should have held it softly, as the little cloud that flies
When the heron takes the skies.
I should have held it kindly as a passing whisper,–'Friend,
Here's the end,
Here the silver cord is loosened and the bowl is broken here,'–
But I held my death too dear.
poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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Sonnet: My Life’s Journey
Though road unclear, life’s journey continues
In ways intended, providentially;
I march unconcerned of the worldly views
That engulfs mankind universally!
The journey takes me through untravelled roads
And lanes, I never imagined in life;
I sense a supernatural force that goads,
Despite the surprises, setbacks and strife!
The horizon seems pretty near, yet far;
The end appears so nigh but not quite so;
Could I too don the light like bright a star?
The time is short and I have much to do!
The march is steady with God overhead;
I must not give up until I am dead!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-28-2010
poem by John Celes
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Carry Our Cross of Shame
Life can sometimes lead to hopeless, confusion and feeling torn in life,
We all have these feelings at times, but with the Lord's Strength it will help us through any strife.
There are times when all of hopes are going to die,
This is when we need to reach down and get some and never give up, but try.
So as we go looking for hope going through the dark wilderness of shame,
Try to hold that head high and make that hope turn into the reality game.
Reality only comes when faith is a way of life and we try to do every idea until it is complete.
By doing this will show the Lord and world there is no need to cheat.
Because our head will be held high even though we will still,
'Carry our Cross of Shame, '
And we will lead a graceful and happy life in His Name.
poem by Frank Pulver
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My Pride
you can yell at me
torment me
and tell me i wont be shyt
but my pride will not be manipluated
aspecially under no types of immmature
cicumstances
i am a black women with intelligents
with all different types of ingredients
my pride is too strong
to be broken down
nore pushed around
my pride is too stron to drag along
my pride stays with me
thats wwhere it belongs
once again my pride
is mine to decide
weather it to be broken
or held up high
cause i hold my head up high
and test me
it aint no lie
danielle martin
i also got 4 myspaces so if anyone has a myspace hit me up
1, www.myspace.com/creative0912
2, www.myspace.com/illbeat0987
3, www.myspace.com/jakeriamartin87
4.www.myspace. com/keria0139
poem by Danielle Martin
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A Woman’s Sonnets: III
Where is the pride for which I once was blamed,
My vanity which held its head so high?
Who would believe them, seeing me thus tamed,
Thus subject, here as at thy feet I lie,
Pleading for love which now is all my life,
Craving a word for memory's rage to keep,
Asking a sign to still my inward strife,
Petitioning a touch to soothe my sleep?
Who would now guess them, as I kiss the ground
On which the feet of him I love have trod,
And bow before his voice whose least sweet sound
Speaks louder to me than the voice of God;
And knowing all the while that one dark day,
Spite of my worship, thou wilt turn away?
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Walkaway
Theres a river of tears I need to cry.
Been holding back for years.
Theres a mountain so high I need to climb.
To wipe away the fears.
Solitude and loneliness
Have been a friend of mine.
As Im turning my back on emptiness.
I leave them all behind.
Who knows
Just where Im going.
Does tomorrow belong to me.
Walk away this time with my head up high
Walk away just me and myself.
Walk away with pride nothing left to hide.
But it just feels right to be one
And just walkaway
I could never forget how hard I tried.
When we were oh so young.
Just one tender moment I cannot find.
Well maybe I had none.
Strength will be by my side.
Although I feel afraid.
But I know its too late for this goodbye.
Theres nothing left to say.
Who knows
Just where Im going.
Does tomorrow belong to me.
Walk away this time with my head held high
Walk away just me and myself.
Walk away with pride nothing left to hide.
But it just feels right to be one
And just walkaway this time.
One day youll realise
That the tears you saw in my eyes.
Will be there forever.
Walk away this time with my head up high
Walk away just me and myself.
Walk away with pride nothing left to hide.
But it just feels right to be one
And just walkaway
Just walkaway
And just walkaway
(repeat to fade)
song performed by by Geri Halliwell
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Stand
Ad lib
I know Im not the only one
To ever stand alone in the dark
Not knowing how Im gonna carry on
But sure I never will surrender
I know exactly who I am
And that theres a purpose and a plan
Chorus
So I will stand with my head held high
Even though Im against the wind
And I know I will survive
It is my destiny
With my held high
I wont fall down
With my head held high
I wont surrender
I believe that theres a higher love
Its given me the power
To find my way through the worst of times
Turn them into my finest hour
And with this strength I will move on
No matter how nard I wont fall down
Chorus
In my life I make my own choices
Paid the prices with my share of losses
But each time I only get stronger
And I know Ive got the power inside
Chorus
song performed by by Taylor Dayne
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All Kinds Of Time
The clocks running down
the teams losing ground
to the opposing defense
the young quarterback
waits for the snap
when suddenly it all starts to make sense
he's got all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he takes a step back
he's under attack
but he knows that no one can touch him now
he seems so at ease
a strange inner peace
its all that he's feeling somehow
he's got all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he thinks of his mother
he thinks of his bride to be
he thinks of his father
his two younger brothers
gathered around the wide screen t.v.
he looks to the left
he looks to the right
and there in a golden ray of light
and there his open man
just like he planned
the world is his tonight
he's got all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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She Takes
She takes one step back
And falls to the ground
Can not seem to stop laughing
Joking they say to all she has done
Not nearly what she sees tonight
All kinds of time she says
All kinds of time
She has all kinds of time
Drinking with despair they take her down
Throwing it all around
She has no money to spare
As she ask for help from her friends
All kinds of time he says
All kinds of time
He has all kinds of time
Writing it all for him to see
The way he use to be
No father around as she passes out
From not sleeping she's been wishing
All kinds of time they say
All kinds of time
All kinds of time to break her down
Nothing around as she picks herself up
In a place that has no name
Came on a bus with a bottle
She's been drinking
She settles down with no help
Can't remember the last night she felt sound
All kinds of time she says
All kinds of time
She has all kinds of time
poem by Sara Pounds
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I have *PRIDE* in myself
I tripped
I fell
Into a massive dirty puddle
I ran home embarressed
I accidently ripped my trousers
on the back
my pink hearted pants were showing
I ran to the toilets in shame
My bag broke and fell on the floor
All my books flew everywhere
and I had to chase them
I lowered my head in disbelieve
But still I have pride in myself
the next day I came to school smiling
I walked around the puddle
I wore shorts under my new trousers
And I got a new bag
Today was the day that I got to
walk with my head held high and a massive
grin across my face
I still have pride in myself
poem by MeganOlivia Maxwell
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New Identity
Destined to fight fear
She strides with pride.
Lightened by the full moon
Her head held high.
Nothing will stop her
In this brutal life.
Her eyes now swing with laughter
Blocking the gloom that they've seen.
Escaping the darkness
While waking the dormant happiness.
She is no longer a victim
Power is her new identity.
poem by Nicoletta Klokkari
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Worried Down With The Blues
By warren haynes, allen woody & john jaworowicz.
Copyright 1996 sony music entertainment, inc.
Transcribed by marcus fromm & cal watts
Im lying here for hours,
Cant get my eyes to close.
Cant get one moments peace,
To save my dog-gone soul.
Ive been doin more than drinkin
Tryin to ease my pain.
Everywhere I go,
Somebody speaks your name.
Oh my friends keep on askin
Boy whats a wrong with you,
I say Im worried,
Worried down with the blues.
Try to be a good man,
Work my fingers to the bone.
Oh and you return the favor,
By reckin oh a happy home.
Whyd you play so many dirty tricks
I lost my faith in you,
And now you want me to take you back.
Whats a poor man supposed to do?
[chorus]
I am worried down with the blues,
Oh yes I am,
I am worried down with the blues oh yea
I feel like I was born to lose.
I used to walk with pride and my head held high
And now Im starin down at my shoes.
Yes I am worried,
Worried down with the blues.
You made me turn my back,
On my very best friend.
And when my back was turned,
You were messin around with him.
Still Id give up everything,
Just to have you by my side.
In the cold cold nights when I reach for you.
Im holdin to my foolish pride.
[chorus]
I am worried down with the blues,
Oh yes I am,
I am worried down with the blues oh yea
I feel like I was born to lose.
I used to walk with pride and my head held high
And now Im starrin down at my shoes.
Yes I am worried,
Worried down with the blues.
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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How High is Your Pride?
How high is your pride?
To sacrifice for your love
How high is your pride?
To make someone see you
How high is your pride?
To pursue someone do something
How high is your pride?
To achieve your own goal
Will you throw everything
And take any risk
Will you erase your shame
And do any silly task
Will you give something precious
And leave you weak
Will you break any rule
And turn everybody into enemy
Will you regret it later?
Because your love is gone
Will you regret it later?
Because happiness only a moment
Will you regret it later?
Because it doesn’t make any different
Will you regret it later?
Because your victory wine tastes bitter
How high is your pride, my dear?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Across the Gulf Waters Audrey Barber Smiles
Smile Away The Confused Heart
(audrey barber online sri lankan friend 2010)
That all important moment and you walked into my door.
God knew I needed genuine friends for my strength to grow,
Oh, they say that true friends in this planet tis to find so rare,
An online friendship a stong bond to blossom one must not dare!
But in my darkest hour you were the brightest shining star.
When deeply confused you gave me courage to travel distance far…
Unending hopes you extended that brought in a brand new life..
And you pushed me to rise high above all life's worldly strife..
A fun filled personality to cheer when things go.. so darn wrong.
To smile away my sorrows and make my life a melodious song
An..amazng person you crossed my path that was so uncertain..
held my hand from across the miles to unveil that black curtain!
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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