Little inconsistencies and non-rhymes
This urban hell, This ode to life
A burning well is but strife
A sulphurous ditch with inner daemons
This plan of hope This bird of song
A hangman's rope very much gone
Has but one hitch struggles to understand the laymen
A man of song The lament of a tramp
Who breathes no longer into his beer can
Thinks life's so kitsch he one lived by dreymen
The death of one A creature in a field
But from a gun sees life get peeled
Is all stolen fun back to where it began to reveal
To see and to think The truth of youth
Is to reach the brink is the murmur of insanity
Of mortal understanding to older men
Or so I think. Or so I think.
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A Sweet Song Of Love
Listen to this sweet song of love,
a different love song of our strife.
The victory of truth in life,
listen to this sweet song of love....
Walking together in our dreams where have we reached,
just look how blue is the sky here.
Our song is even sung by the birds here,
where ever our eyes can see is pure light spread.
Listen to this sweet song of love,
a different love song of our strife.
The victory of truth in life,
listen to this sweet song of love....
Cool cool breezes blow here always,
beyond the stars is our little cottage.
The rainbow colours are here to manage,
they where they commence their journeyof joys.
Listen to this sweet song of love,
a different love song of our strife.
The victory of truth in life,
listen to this sweet song of love....
Forbidden to meet each other in this world,
encircled within our customs were we both.
imprisoned and guarded were we both,
we died in breaking away from the customs of this world.
Listen to this sweet song of love,
a different love song of our strife.
The victory of truth in life,
listen to this sweet song of love....
poem by Renu Kakkar
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Little Bird
Little bird up in a tree
Looked down and sang a song to me
Of how it began
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
The trout in the shiny brook
Gave the worm another look
And told me not to worry
About my life
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Tree in my own backyard
Stands all alone
Bears fruit for me
And it tastes so good
Wheres my pretty bird
He must have flown away
If I keep singing
Hell come back someday
Dawn, birds still gone
Guess Ill go mow the lawn
What a day, what a day
Oooo, what a beautiful day this is
Ooooooooo
Little bird up in a tree
Looked down a sang a song to me
The trout in a shiny brook
Gave the worm another look
And told me not to worry about my life
Little bird looked down
And sang a song to me
Little bird looked down
And sang a songto me
Little bird looked down
And sang a song to me
song performed by by Beach Boys
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My Song
I have no song
But still I sing
I let my voice
Fly on wing
For even though
My heart is bare
I have a song
Yet to spare
The song I sing
It has not one word
But far and wide
It's ever heard
My song is
Universal see
Song of wild
Always free
Sung by many
Sung by one
Sung beneath
A dying sun
Song of joy
Yet song of pain
Song of long nights
In the rain
Song of battles
Song of strife
Song of death
But also life
I'll sing untill
I have no breath
And then I'll sing
My song in death
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Song of the World
such a wonderful song
song of life
song of death
wedding song
famine song
happy song
sad song
love song
all-american song
bullshit song
druggie song
girls' song
sweet song
crazy song
MY song
poem by Rachel Stoddard
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Rope The Moon
(jess brown/jim denton)
I dont have a lot to show
For these years of hard work
If you look at what I own
Still shes always telling me
To hold on to my dreams
Even when my hope is gone
Some may say that dreamings just for fools
And there are times I thought that might be true
But she thinks I could rope the moon
In her eyes there is nothing I cant do
When I think its out of reach
Shes the reason I still try
She thinks I could rope the moon
When I look at the sky
But cant see through the clouds
She shows me the brightest stars
If I think of coming back
cause Im having my doubts
She tells me Ive come so far
Nothing in this world comes easily
But I cant lose with her right next to me
cause she thinks I could rope the moon
In her eyes there is nothing I cant do
When I think its out of reach
Shes the reason I still try
She thinks I could rope the moon
Oh she thinks I could rope the moon
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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Getting Old
When you’re young you think you know it all
Then you get old and life begins to unfold.
In their youth they don’t think ahead
The future is something they do not dread.
They feel that everything in life they can control
They’re young and strong and very bold.
Aaaah! Those beautiful days bring back memories
Of how simple life used to be.
Youth had respect for the elderly
And their fellow man.
Now the elderly they try to scam.
When they are older they will see
They want respect and to live with dignity.
they are young and they don’t seem to understand
That with age you may need a helping hand.
Everything in life comes in stages
It’s like a book when you turn the pages
It gets deeper and keeps you enthralled
Until the time that you reach the end
And you’ve lost all your family and friends.
The First stage is when you are a child
And someone is taking care of you for that while.
The Second stage is when you become a teen
And you feel like a king or queen.
You feel that you can not get old
This is what you believe at this stage in your life
Because you’re not looking at the struggles and strife.
The Third stage is the adolescent years
And you feel you’re in control and lose your fears.
The final stage is when you become old and gray
And your youthful years have slipped away.
You look back and ask yourself!
where did All those years go?
Why did I waste so much time?
And the most important thing is
That I am so glad I made you mine
For with you by my side I had a life divine.
So to the youth who have not gotten to this stage
Don’t get angry, and get rid of your rage.
There is no way to turn back the time
For time just moves straight ahead
You’re getting to the point that you now dread.
WELCOME TO OLD AGE! HA-HA
poem by Louis Rams
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I Got A Life Of My Own
I said I got a life of my own I've got a life of my own
I said don't try to make me a part of no plan take me or leave me alone
Freedom's a feeling that few understand I got a life of my own
I said I oughta know where to sow my own seeds and when I oughta leave it alone
Trouble's an old friend that I didn't need then and I had a wife of my own
I said I got a life of my own oh I've got a life of my own
I caught a beer bottle flat in the face it laid me back to the bone
Hate is a flavor that's ugly to taste I had a knife of my own
Now they leave me alone and alive by myself lost in the steel and the stone
Hoping for heaven and headin' for hell I got a life of my own
I said I got a life of my own I got a life of my own
I got a life of my own I got a life of my own
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Today... 'Eternal Life
Eternal Life. Death has no hold on You
for a sinless life You lived Faithful and True.
When time shall cease and worlds no longer be
You shall live on throughout eternity.
This Life has appeared and was seen by men.
The Son of God has come and has given
understanding to know the One Who is true
for He Who was with the Father is You.
I have been to Your cross and seen You there
and cried out to You in my great despair.
'Forgive me Lord, I don't know what to do, '
you heard me cry as I confessed to You.
'It is finished, ' You cried upon the tree
as Your earthly life You gave up for me.
You exchanged my life for an endless one
and Eternal Life in me has begun.
Reaching out to me in great love You bear
my awful sins upon Your shoulders there.
Such healing I received at Calvary
and there Eternal Life began for me.
Death has been swallowed up in victory
no longer the grave has a hold on me.
Though once hell held captive and domineered
no longer its portals are to be feared.
No more shall life be three score years and ten
or limits placed upon the years of men.
For Christ came to this earth that blesséd day
and died to take the sting of death away.
Oh how can I thank You for Your mercy.
Nobody else has shown such love to me.
Please help me Lord her on this earth to show
by my life the debt of love that I owe.
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To Live Beyond The Edge Of Hope
To live beyond the edge of hope
Is to dangle daily from a rope
In a perpetual dance with death itself
Beyond this world and all its wealth
There is a world of blue and green
But to the dark eye its all unseen
A world of orange, red and yellow too
But from the rope its beyond all view
For from the rope there's shades of grey
And sleepless nights and endless days
And every now and then some light
But just enough to confirm the night
There was a time I dangled from this rope
At the edge of hell and beyond all hope
I lived my life, just hanging there
Crushed and broken, suspended in the air
Then Jesus came and cut me down
He raised me up to wear a crown
A pauper raised to walk with kings
A voicless man but now who sings
Of all the glories of the Lord
Who came with Word and deed and sword
And conquered hell and death and sin
Restoring joy and hope within
Now all the world is bright to me
No matter what my eyes can see
No longer dangling from the rope
I walk with Jesus, I walk with hope
And above the clouds I know its true
The sun shines bright and the sky is blue
And when a shaft of light appears
It warms my heart and quells my fears
Now if your dangling from that rope
And this lie cries out, 'there is no hope'
Cry out to the one who can cut you down
He will raise you up and you will wear a crown!
poem by Frank McEleny
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A Drink
With glass, I am a man – or so I think! –
A role to play when blessed with courtly drink:
A gin or two, then vintage port or wine
To pep me up and gift me with a shine.
I know it’s false, as I now must depend
Upon my daily shots with open end.
Insidious, it all becomes routine
To beg a drink each day for self-esteem.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
All rights reserved
Life life life life life life is drink
Life life life life life life the brink
Life life life life life life is drink
Life life life life life life the brink
Life life life life life life is drink
Life life life life life life the brink
Life life life life is on the brink
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Suicide's Not A Way Out!
When life seems all hopeless
still don't yah loose all scope of hope
for there's this thing dangling in the air
Reach out for God's sturdy rope.
For how sure can you be that
death will take you to a better fate?
What if you are plunged into a plight much worse
where there's no turning back at any rate!
You too haven't been impeccable and above all blame
that you wish for a perfect rosy life
The excuses for suicide are usually so lame
Better enjoy your share even in strife.
Donot friend, plan to commit this act
just to invoke another's pity and regret
The pity and regret will come and go
besides, it soothes no decomposed
and a large slice of life will go waste.
Why rush for the grave, for greater gloom
Suicide's ain't a way out fellow human friend
Pray a godless way not send you unto this doom
You haven't right to bring any life to its end.
And it's probable that all those years
that you now wish to recklessly discard in dust
have something bright ahead, look for a ray of hope
and extinguish it not if in God you trust!
poem by S.zaynub Kamoonpuri
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Ive Got A Life Of My Own
Chorus:
I said I got a life of my own
Ive got a life of my own
I said, dont try to make me a part of no plan
Take me or leave me alone
Freedoms a feeling that few understand
And I got a life of my own
I said I ought to know where to sow my own seeds
And when I oughta leave it alone
Troubles an old friend that I didnt need then
And I had a wife of my own.
Chorus:
I said I got a life of my own
Ive got a life of my own
I caught a beer bottle flat in the face
It laid me back to the bone
Hate is a flavor thats ugly to taste
I had a knife of my own
Now they leave me alone and alive by myself
Lost in the steel and the stone
Hopin for heaven and headin for hell
Ive got a life of my own
Chorus:
I said I got a life of my own
I got a life of my own
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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The spring of life
Take me there
where life is free from all anxieties
where life springs with full blosson
where the life is not hell
Life manifests the obscure
for fugitive paramour
certain unveil may not lead the life
maladroit perception must not carve the life
Life flows like cascade
the breeze of florescent waves
never stop, never wipe up
it grows ever and ever.
Those who think to smash some one's life
can not be considered as a wise person
life of any creature is a special event
gifted by God for the cause of nature
Each and every life is as precious
as the life of a mankind
Life after death never comes
but death after life always comes
The entire creature is as alive
as the nature is survived
so life must not be an obstacle
for any one's life.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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The Phenomenon Of Life
Take me there
where life is free from all anxieties
where life springs with full blossom
where life is not hell
life manifests the obscure
for fugitive paramour
certain unveil reason may not lead the life
maladroit perception must not carve the life
life flows like the cascade
the breeze of florescent waves
never stop, never wipe up
it grows ever and ever
those who think to smash some one's life
can not be considered as a wise person
life of any creature is a special event
gifted by God for the cause of nature
Each and every life is as precious
as the life of a mankind
life after death never comes
but death after life always comes
the entire creature is as alive
as the nature is survived
so, life must not be an obstacle
for someone's life.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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The Wishing Tree
A charming sweet youth
Wandered through life
A bit awkward
To say uncouth
Stumbling through
The toils of life
He stumbled upon
An archaic tree
Wishing on
It's old wearied branch
wishing he was
older than he.
With a subtle whack
The tree hit back
And said ‘Thou inane youth you would rather be old like me? '
With a bump on his head
Leaves began to sprout
His flexible limbs
Turned to stalwart tims
Now all that he sees
Are old green leaves
And the old boy began to sap.
Then a new youth appeared
And he gleamed with joy
'Look at me, ' he cheered
'I am a brand new boy.'
He looked at the tree
And sweetly smiled
'Now you wish you were me
A happy child! '
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Looking Up
-There is this thing up
In the deep, of the sky
Persistently it passes by -
Optimists claim
Forever it shall return...
But I, I wonder; How long can it continue to burn?
When I was so very young
Not a true worry, did I know
For of nowhere did I have need to go -
Then came along Maturity
Leaving me discontent anywhere to stay...
And always wanting, for a far better way.
The burning in my soul
Took my youth, yet keeps coming back
Trying to enlighten the trust I so lack -
Dispair attempts to snuff it all out
While I hope to be strong...
And Truth come to discover...before I am entirely gone.
There- way up there- is a bird in the sky
Freely flying, so very high
Does he look up at the sun, Does he wonder if it will ever be done -
Or does he simply reach out in faith to touch the heat
Understanding one must risk the burn...
If one wants to feel life's eternal heart beat?
poem by Smoky Hoss
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I'm Singing
I’m Singing…
I’m Singing a New Song…
Deep Inside my Heart…
It’s a Song…that is different from any other song I have sung before…
It is a Song of…
A Song of Hope,
A Song of Love,
A Song of Fate,
A Song of Peace,
A Song of Friendship,
A Song of Family,
A Song of Life,
A Song of Healing,
A Song of Strength,
A Song of Courage,
A Song of Light,
A Song of Flight…
My Heart is beginning to Soar…
I’m finally starting to Fly…
I’m Singing…
poem by Bleeding Heart
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All I Have Is A Song
(gary rossington - johnny vanzant)
These ol white lines on the highway
Lord its all I know
Seems like Ive been out all my life
But I just cant let it go
Oh you know I aint complainin
Cause I can tell, lord its just your plan
So I thank you for what I have
And thats a song
All I have is a song
I keep thinkin about the friends Ive had
And all the meories weve shared
They keep comin back, time and time again
Sometimes I wonder was it worth the cost
And all Ive lost
Oh you know I aint complainin
Cause I can tell, lord its just your plan
So I thank you for what I have
And thats a song
All I have is a song
So I play this song one more time, cause lord its all I know
Ill be standin at your door following along
cause all I have is a song
And this song will live on
All I have is a song
A piece of me to live on
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Song For You
Ive been so many places in my life and time
Sung a lot of songs Ive made some bad rhyme
I got out my life in stages
With ten thousand people watching
But were alone now Im singing this song
Singing this song for you
I know your image of me is what I hope to be
Ive treated you unkindly but darling cant you see
Theres no one more important to me
Darling can you please see through me
Cause were alone now
And Im singing this song for you
You taught me precious secrets of the truth
Were only nothing
You came out in front when I was hiding
But now Im so much better
And if my words can come together
Listen to the melody
Cause my love is in there hiding
I love you in a place where theres no space or time
I love you for my life you are a friend of mine
And when my life is over
Remember when we were together
We were alone and I was singing this song for you
Singing this song, singing this song for you
song performed by by Cher
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Masefield, Poet And Man
He comes as a man who has lived 'mid men
With the gloss and the polish off;
And truth flows free from his ready pen
For he looked on life with a keen eye then,
And he found small cause to scoff.
And he loved the sea and its ships of sail
And a sailor's way and a sailor's tale;
And he looked on the world as an epoch's close
And found what none but the venturer knows.
He comes as a poet that the gods adopt
With songs of the wild and the free
Shorn of the snivelling cadence dropped
From the lips of the sophist snugly propped
On the throne of a pink settee.
And he loves the land and the flowering wealds,
The west wind's song and the daffodil fields
As he loves the song of a howling gale
Caught in the cup of a bellying sail.
And what shall he say of us who comes here
This man who has lived as a man?
He shall follow the way of the pioneer
And our own high venturers, blind to fear,
Who strove when the race began;
And the digger's way and the drover's way
And the rough, rude life of an olden day
And the track of the lonely Overland
He shall follow them all - and understand.
And his keen mind's eye shall pierce the gilt
That would cover the old, rough life:
He shall sense the soul of a young land built
In the days when life had a strong, rude lilt
And a rhythm tuned to strife.
He shall trace again in the Anzac's soul
The spirit that made this young land whole.
And so, as he sees, shall he blame or praise
By a standard won in the world's highways.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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