Marry The Sea
Marry the sea St George
Because the sea is looking for a husband just like you
Have you been at the sea Saint George?
Have you ever felt in love with the sea?
How many times have you been inloved with the sea Saint George?
Once, twice, or three times
poem by Aldo Kraas
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George Of The Jungle
George, george, george of the jungle
Strong as he can be
Ahhh
Watch out for that tree
George, george, george of the jungle
Lives a life thats free
Ahhh
Watch out for that tree
When he gets in scrapes
When he makes his escapes
With the help of his friend
An ape named ape
Then away hell schlep
On his elephant shep
While fella and ursula
Stay in step with
George, george, george of the jungle
Friend to you and me
Ahhh
Watch out for that tree
Watch out for that (ahhh) (oooh) tree
George, george, george of the jungle
Friend to you and me
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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The Dragon Deficit
When George the Dragon Slayer slept,
Reliving how he fought,
He often woke and often wept,
As if it all meant nought...
For gone the chance for future fame,
With no more dragons left
And part of him thought that a shame,
In fact, he felt bereft!
When he arose to greet the day,
He wondered what to do...
No beasties round to block his way
Or beat him black and blue!
No bravery to call upon,
No maidens in distress,
The sun above so bright it shone,
No storm, just happiness...
The children played in safety still,
The tweety birds still sang,
His stomach now no longer ill,
In fear of dragon's fang!
His sword he dragged, upon the ground,
It carved his tale of woe...
Monotony was all around!
What next? He didn't know...
The villagers paid him no heed,
His champion day had past,
His body healed, no more to bleed,
As if the die were cast!
'Is this how I must spend my days? '
He ask the Lord above...
'No dragons left for me to face?
No maidens left to love? '
Thus George left every so-called friend,
To travel distant lands,
His search for dragons didn't end...
He didn't stand a chance!
They're gorn! Extinct! They're trophies now...
Teeth scattered here and there,
To which damned sorcerors still bow
And witches grind and share!
Old George, his sword, laid down one night,
The last night of his life...
In his last dream, two dragons fight,
Yet win despite the strife!
Then God reached down to lift George high,
For Jesus to embrace...
With George no longer asking, 'Why? '
As they stood face-to-face...
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.
This is what happened after the Saint George poem.
Website: tinyurl-dot-com/saint-george-poem
poem by Denis Martindale
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Is You is or is You Ain't?
When Washington crossed the Delaware
His dear grand mummy made him swear
To beat those redcoats without restraint.
She said “Is you is or is you ain’t? ”
Now George kinda worried ‘bout the things he’d done.
There were all those bloody battles that he’d won.
He hadn’t always been exactly a saint
But then there was “Is you is or is you? ”
So off he rode into the heat of battle.
Suddenly a cannon ball yanked him from his saddle. When he felt the bump on his head he wanted to faint,
He couldn’t cause there was “Is you is or is you ain’t? ”
Now as the war was turning in favor of George,
He met an old enemy from Valley Forge.
He rode up to him and without restraint,
Said, “Was you is…but now you ain’t! ”
poem by Gregory Huyette
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My Friend George
Read in the paper bout a man killed with a sword
And that made my think of my friend george
People said the man was five foot six
Sounds like george with his killing stick
Hey bro, whats the word
Talkin bout my friend george
Hey bro, whats the word
Talkin bout my friend george
You talkin bout my friend george
I knew george since hes eight
I always thought that he was great
And anything that george would do
You know that I would do it too
George liked music and george liked to fight
He worked out in a downtown gym every night
Id spar with him when work was done
We split lips but it was all in fun
Hey bro, whats the word
You talkin bout my friend george
Hey bro, whats the word
Talkin bout my friend george
Talkin bout my friend george
Next thing I hear georges got this stick
Hes using it for more than kicks
I seen him down at smalleys bar
He was wired up, I tried to calm him down
Avenge yourself he says to me
Avenge yourself for humanity
Avenge yourself for the weak and the poor
Stick it to these guys right through their heads
Well, the fight is my music, the stick is my sword
And you know that I love you, so please dont say a word
Cant you hear the music playing, the anthem, its my call
And the last I seen of george was him
Running through the door, I says -
Hey bro, whats the word
Talkin bout my friend george
Hey bro, whats the word
You talkin bout my friend george
Talkin bout my friend george
Hey bro, whats the word
You talkin bout my friend george
Hey bro, whats the word
What me saying bout my friend george
Hey bro, whats the word
Hear you talkin bout my friend george
Hey bro, whats the word
I hear talkin bout my friend george
song performed by by Lou Reed
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It is easier to make a saint out of a libertine than out of a prig.
quote by George Santayana
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Saint George
The dragon, taller than a tree,
Looked down on George's head,
While he looked up uncertainly
And fighting first his dread...
He stood his ground, not one step back,
As faith within him grew,
For while he knew that things looked black,
He had to see this through...
The dragon stood his ground as well,
Though George held high his sword...
The dragon, thought to come from Hell,
Perhaps with fire stored...
The dragon had no flames and yet
He knew George planned his death,
Yet thought he had no need to fret,
If George no more had breath...
The dragon swished his giant tail,
But George was wise to that
And proved himself an agile male
Instead of falling flat...
The tail passed by, his sword went in,
The dragon roared in pain
And when George saw his chance to win,
He pierced the tail again...
If dragons cursed and dragons swore,
That must have happened next,
As blood then spurted out for sure,
With that big dragon vexed...
He dragged his dragon's tail away
As fast as he then could
And then decided, come what may,
To kill small George real good...
But George was quick to cut things short,
He climbed the dragon's tail
And valiantly he fought and fought
The dragon tooth and nail...
Across the back, just like a hill,
He clambered to the hilt,
Upto the neck where he stayed still,
In hopes the beast was killed...
The dragon twisted left and right,
But George drew back his sword
And then he thrust with all his might,
So death would be assured...
The dragon gulped with bloodied mouth,
A glaze then filled his eyes,
Then suddenly his frame fell South,
With him cut down to size...
The dragon laid upon the ground,
While George climbed down nearby,
The dragon made a gurgling sound,
As if to ask him why...
The dragon hadn't sought this duel,
Yet George had blocked his path,
The dragon thought he was a fool
Who'd signed his epitaph...
The dragon's teeth were then removed
When he no longer breathed
And while folks cheered with courage proved,
George stood there quite relieved...
The villagers were quite impressed,
That brave George didn't faint...
The Church declared his noble quest
As worthy of a saint...
A patron saint, of course, is rare,
Yet England still recalls
His courage thought beyond compare
That it's still taught in schools...
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.
poem by Denis Martindale
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When we got with George, he didn't care what was happening. He liked how crazy we were looking and dressing. I kinda liked being with George more so at the time, because George let us do what we wanted to do. But I needed both lessons.
quote by Bootsy Collins
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The Georges
George the First was always reckoned
Vile, but viler George the Second;
And what mortal ever heard
Any good of George the Third?
When from earth the Fourth descended
(God be praised!) the Georges ended.
poem by Walter Savage Landor
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The Faith of Old George Jones [2]
Long faces, hangin' lips an' eyes without a smile,
Meegrims an' mulligrubs, mournfulness an' moans,
Faith in the future gone to glory for the while
I've seen it all a score o' times (said old George Jones).
I seen it all a year ago, if you will but recall:
I scoffed at it an' laughed at it while you was sittin' mum,
An' now a little twelve months has gone an' changed it all
Hard times is heavy, but the good times come.
See-saw, up an' down, life's like that,
Tho' memories is short like, an' men don't heed;
But have a bit of grey stuff beneath yer ole brown hat
An' sit a while an' think a bit - that's what men need.
Think a bit of yesterday an' what you used to be
Peerin' in the future with a sick, sad eye.
Well, here's a bit of future, it ain't such misery;
An' there's heaps more a'comin' in the sweet by-an'-by.
Hard times is heavy, but the good times come
See-saw, up an' down, life's like that.
I told you so a-yesterday when you was sittin' mum;
I'm tellin' you again today when times grow fat.
So, what's the use of playin' at the pessimistic trade
Meegrims an' mulligrubs, mournfulness an' moans?
Faith in the future, it has never been betrayed,
I've proved it all a score o' times (said old George Jones).
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Fly Me To The Moon
george speaking:
Hey frances i don't know about you but i kinda need a break.
Maybe a trip or something.
Frank-
Fly me to the moon
Let me play up there with those stars
George-
Let me see what spring is like on jupiter and mars
Frank-
In other words
Hold my hand
George-
In other words
Baby kiss me
Fill my heart with song
And let me sing forever more
You are all i long for
All i worship and adore
Frank-
In other words (george echos)
Frank & george-
Please be true
In other words i'm in love with you
George-
In other words hold my hand
In other words baby kiss me
Frank-
Fill my heart with song
Frank & george-
Let me sing forever more
George-
You are all i long for
All i worship and adore
Frank-
In other words
Please be true
Frank & george-
In other words
In other words
In other words
I love you
song performed by by George Strait
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The Blessing Declared
What is life?
But a light dark daydream.
What is death?
An awakening aureole
if virtuous earned.
A circle of light
surrounding head of saint
each soul newly divine.
Exceptionally kind unendingly patient
in dealings with all cultures people
difficult dangerous chaotic anarchy situations.
After death formally recognized designated
to have lead a life of exceptional holiness
declared officially to be a saint in Christianity.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A lot of times in this business, we are taking advantage of hot times in our career to do a lot of TV and a lot of radio and that sort of thing, and George is able to be so humble that he can get away with not doing those things.
quote by Lee Ann Womack
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Art Consumes Flame Immortal Souls
What is the curse of no time
for any artist for all artists?
Art demands time
all consuming time
times of precise reflection
times of informative focus
times of intense productivity
times of perceptive clarity
times of felt vision testimony
times of account sensitivity
times of passion commentary
times of creative outpourings
times of artistic servitude
means art more demands
than a mere pound of flesh
art demands fibres of our being
art demands neurons identities
art demands touch sound stimuli
art demands light radiant souls
art demands devotes of the mind
art demands paid vision ransoms
art demands intense internal bleeding
art demands pain waltz symphonies
art demands epic universal certainties
art demands artists lifetime creations
art consumes flame immortal souls
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bad Times
through the sad times
the bad times
you did not walk
with us through the times of trouble
you cannot walk
with us nevermore
poem by Terence George Craddock
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To Noel Who Has George Bush Senior As His Hero
He say George Bush his hero but with him I don't agree
For George Bush bombers killed thousands just to set Kuwait free
And Saddam been defeated and two Countries been destroyed
And George Bush and John Major in allied victory take pride.
Noel say that I'm for Saddam but he has got it wrong
For on side of one who kill and maim I don't feel I belong
And Hussein is a killer and all who kill are bad
And George Bush just as bad as him which makes it all more sad.
Two hundred thousand Iraqis in Kuwait desert died
And the sands of Kuwait desert the shame of George Bush hide
And the Kuwait oil wells burning and blood's been shed for oil
And Kuwait now free Country but was it all worth while? .
And the sky o'er Kuwait desert from smoke as black as coal
And George Bush, Noel Johnson's hero, you can have your hero Noel
You applaud the allied bombers and condemn the I.R.A.
But they all throw bombs on people though you don't see it that way.
He say George Bush is his hero, George Bush who felt no shame
In murdering Iraqi people just to earn himself a name,
George Bush who bombed and murdered just to prove his country great
And whose crimes and shame lay covered by the white sands of Kuwait.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The heretic is always better dead. And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
quote by George Bernard Shaw
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07-18-09** Irish Love
I know I shouldn't of
But I smiled yesterday
When one of my friends
Told me a joke
'Two Irish guys
Are sitting in a pub.'
How many times have I heard
One start out like this
'One guy says to the other,
My wife's a saint
Just a pure saint
My hand to God.'
The other replies,
'Your're lucky
Mine, bless her soul,
Is stiill alive.'
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Curious George
Meeting George for the very first time,
at the play entitled “Zombies Come To Life”.
He was sitting in the aisle,
I told him to sit by me and then I smiled.
George believed in me and my art,
he told my parents from the start.
He knew I was talented and smart.
He was like a Dad I never had,
“George helped me which I’m glad.”
I am appreciative more then you know,
he got me to Florida and a trip to Mexico.
Now George told me some time ago,
“Finish your book series
and then you will make
your rainbow of gold.”
poem by Christina Sunrise
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I Went To A Fiesta Today
it is the feast of San Vicente today,
and all those places named after this saint
took turns in butchering their chickens and pigs
as offering to the powerful miracles of this saint.
some played their gongs to remind
them of the rhythm of love and action
because this saint taught and
showed that God has the power
to cure the sick and liberate
the minds of those who are in prison.
i went to the house of this woman who once
was mad. She confessed her sins of commission
and omission.
She once kicked her husband and
left him.
Now she is serving us food and stays beside her husband.
She smiles. She remembers everything.
Once she once was in deep depression and she prayed a lot
at the chapel of San Vicente.
Light shone upon her forehead.
There was a dove. There was fire. There was a voice.
And surely enough she went home
whole and cured.
Hence, this feast, this thanksgiving, she said.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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George W
When George W finally got there,
His mommy made him swear
To listen to one of daddy’s tips,
Namely, “Don’t ever say… read my lips”.
George W. never said he was real smart
So right from the very start
Among his advisors he wanted an ace
To cover for that lost look on his face.
Well, it didn’t work so George had to confess.
Even in his inaugural address.
He referred to euthanasia twice at least…
And pledged to visit them in the Far East.
With Latin America George promised to be fair
By learning to speak Latin before going there.
Before tackling the Mideast, he thought perhaps
He’d better take a look at his high school maps.
George W. said Gore put up quite a fight
And had to admit Al usually was right.
But George claimed victory by the courts’ rules;
He claimed more votes in those electric schools.
He’s now president; don’t count another chad.
No matter what happens, half the folks’ll be mad.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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