Sonnet C. In dreamy days of boyhood and of youth
In dreamy days of boyhood and of youth
Sweet Poesy whispered often in mine ear;
And I could then with voice distinct and clear
Repeat her ditties: but of late, in sooth,
The sterner mandates of unflattering Truth
Have filled my hearing, making not less dear
High strains of verse; but hallowing with fear
My thoughts and keen remorse, and backward ruth.
Therefore farewell, ye pleasant melodies
Of song, heroic, holy or pastoral:
Farewell, ye shades and voiceful forests all;
No more along your sward--paths dark with trees
Shall wander he, who, lightly skilled to please,
Could yet from leaf and rock poetic numbers call.
poem by Henry Alford
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Yesterdays
Jerome kern / otto harbach
Yesterdays
Days are new as happy sweet
Sequestered days
Olden days
Golden days
Days of mad romance and love
Them gay youth was mine
Truth was mine
Join us be in flame and live
Then sooth was mine
Sad and mired
Glad and mired
For today Im dreamin of
Yesterdays
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Youth Of 1,000 Summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul. in my soul, in my soul
In my soul. in my soul. in my soul
And he looks so radiant
And he shines like the sun
And he looks so radiant
And he lights up the world
He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
Yeah, love it, yeah, love it
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
He's the king of the mountain
And the clear crystal fountain
He's the saint of the river
He's the ancient of days
He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
And he makes you go skipping
And he makes you go dancing
And he gets you in rhythm
And he moves you in song
He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
Oh, in my soul, in my soul, in my soul
And a sweet bird of youth
In my soul (repeat)
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Yesterdays
Yesterdays
Yesterdays
Days I knew as happy sweet
Sequestered days
Olden days
Golden days
Days of mad romance and love
Then gay youth was mine
And truth was mine
Joyous free and flaming life
Forsooth was mine
Sad am i
Glad am i
For today Im dreaming of
Of yesterdays
Then gay youth was mine
The truth was mine
Sad am i
Glad am i
For today Im dreaming of
Of yesterdays
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Love Is Only Sleeping
She looked at me
And the emptiness in her eyes was cruel to see
Then she turned away and said,
Once I loved, but love is dead
And I whispered, sometimes love is only sleeping
She said, I cannot cry
And I cannot give or feel or even try
And her voice was hard and cold
Then her sweet young face looked old
And I whispered, sometimes love is only sleeping
Through the endless days and nights
Could not help but wrap herself in sorrow (sorrow)
Through the endless days and nights
She waited for a shiny new tomorrow
Love was sleeping, sleeping
She looked at me
And her smiling tears were warm and sweet and free
And the moonlight kissed her eyes
As it mingled with our sighs
And she whispered, sometimes love is only sleeping
And she whispered, sometimes love is only sleeping
Only sleeping...
song performed by by Monkees
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Daughter Poesy
An adopted child mine daughter Poesy
At this age of sixtyplus
My skin wrinkly and body rickety
Senses dying and soul almost ready
To up on a count down
Like the fading light of evening sky
Longing for a full moon in new moon night...
Asking everybody why
Opted I for a foreign lexicon
Whilst not an adept in home diction itself
Just a desire before expire
Though in brain much I require..
Ponder my Poesy enforcing the quintescence
So far of my cognition, Poesy to soar high
Progressively speaking, my Poesy
Years few old, amazingly
Like my country Lotus growing divine
God sent blessings! Pamper Poesy with gratitude
All concepts, knowledge mine exclusively for Poesy
My elder daughters the tamils aren't jealousy
But ponder their sister, my English Poesy
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Sweet Memories Of My Childhood Days
Sweet memories of my past
Like sweet gentle breeze upon the mast
Sweet ceaseless flow of the running stream
Sweet castles in my boyhood dream
Sweet tales of ages and places
Sweet memories of names and faces
Sweet whispering voices before dawn
Sweet ecstacies that linger on
Sweet glory of hard time overcome
Sweet hopeful days to come
Sweet cherished secret untold
Sweet tasted love of old
Sweet me, in most sweetest ways
Sweet undying memories of my childhood days! !
poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
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Sinners Inc.
Voice 1:
Sin, Sin, Sin! You're all Sinners!
Your all goin' to a painful, everlasting, fiery Hell.
Voice 2:
It's all there is. It's all there is.
It's all there is. It's all there is.
Voice 3:
I wish I could die.
Voice 1: (slow and muttled)
There is no escape from _____ ______ _____
(The last two or three words overlayed by...)
Voice 3:
I don't know what's going to happen, to any of us.
Voice 2:
It's all there is. It's all there is.
It's all there is. It's all there is.
It's all there is. It's all there is.
It's all there is. It's all there is.
Voice:
There's nothing to explain.
It's to late... to late... to late... to late... to late... to late... to late...
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Good Times Bad Times
In the days of my youth
I was told what it was to be a man,
Now Ive reached the age
Ive tried to do all those things the best I can.
No matter how I try,
I find my way to do the same old jam.
*good times, bad times,
You know I had my share;
When my woman left home
With a brown eyed man,
Well, I still dont seem to care.
Sixteen: I fell in love
With a girl as sweet as could be,
Only took a couple of days
Till she was rid of me.
She swore that she would be all mine
And love me till the end,
When I whispered in her ear
I lost another friend.
* chorus
I know what it means to be alone,
I sure do wish I was at home.
I dont care what the neighbors say,
Im gonna love you each and every day.
You can feel the beat within my heart.
Realize, sweet babe, we aintt ever gonna part.
song performed by by Led Zeppelin
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Days
- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
Hold me tight
Keep me cool
Going mad
Don't know what to do
Do I need a friend?
Well I need one now
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
All I've done
I've done for me
All you gave
You gave for free
I gave nothing in return
And theres little left of me
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
With redeyed pain I'm knocking on your door again
My crazy brain in tangles pleading for your gentle voice
Those storms keep pounding through my faded heart
I'll play your sooth my sorry soul
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
song performed by by David Bowie
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In The Harbour: The Wine Of Jurançon. (From The French Of Charles Coran)
Little sweet wine of Jurançon,
You are dear to my memory still!
With mine host and his merry song,
Under the rose-tree I drank my fill.
Twenty years after, passing that way,
Under the trellis I found again
Mine host, still sitting there au frais,
And singing still the same refrain.
The Jurançon, so fresh and bold,
Treats me as one it used to know;
Souvenirs of the days of old
Already from the bottle flow,
With glass in hand our glances met;
We pledge, we drink. How sour it is
Never Argenteuil piquette
Was to my palate sour as this!
And yet the vintage was good, in sooth;
The self-same juice, the self-same cask!
It was you, O gayety of my youth,
That failed in the autumnal flask!
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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from Me You Will Get Love
I want you to believe,
From me you will get love.
I will even repeat it,
If needed to hear.
Whispered close.
Or Loud and clear.
'From me you will get love.
From me you will get love.'
For so long I have wished,
For the right one to give it.
For so long in the giving...
The wrong ones misunderstood.
And me and my love,
Was shoved away and dismissed.
From me I give this.
Since you have been my gift.
And I recognize it to behold.
To cherish what I have been blessed with...
To receive in the sharing.
And in the sharing of what love is!
I want you to believe,
From me you will get love.
I will even repeat it,
If needed to hear.
Whispered close.
Or loud enough to know it is clear.
'FROM ME YOU WILL GET LOVE.
FROM ME YOU WILL GET LOVE.
FROM ME YOU WILL GET LOVE.'
Every second.
Every hour.
Everyday throughout the year.
'From me you will get love.
From me you will get love.
From me you will get love.
From me you will get...
LOVE! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Dad, Your Matchless Legacy !
my dad!
it was you who took me by my hand
daily during my boyhood age
amidst star-folks of the night space
and lighted introductory lamps
to spread the rays of friendship amongst us!
the 'dawns'
in which ' Ushaa ', the angel strolls with hues in hand-
the' evenings '
in which the hues meditate in golden sunset moments-
the ' rivers '
in which the sweet babble over pebbly bed is ever heard-
the ' water falls '
in which the far off ' om ' chants are ever raised-
the ' flower gardens '
where there is ever the drizzle of fragrance-
the ' east '
where there is the unfailing chariot festival in mornings-
the ' birds '
the hymns- singing winged devotees-
the ' winds '
that perform rural dances in coconut groves-
the 'green fields '
where rolling rollicking ecstasies dance-
all these and other beauties
you blessed me as ' friends '
even in my boyhood days!
and planted the seeds of ' poesy '
carefully in my tender heart!
today this has grown as huge banyan trees
are they not, all these, your matchless legacy
o.. my dear dad?
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Soon Will Be Too Late
(per andreasson/ pernilla emme)
Producer for bonnie: jimmy smyth
Morning has broken with silence in my room
Eyes have been opened with pain beneath the moon
Feelings that are colder than ice upon a rock
Endless nights of anger and hours filled with talk
Beauty of a lifetime a crystal-clear romance
Were supposed to be mine and join me in a dance
Days were filled with pleasure no clouds were in my sight
Love was our treasure that no one could deny...
But where do we go for here? ?
Soon will be too late
To go anywhere from here...
Soon will be too late...
Hopefully dreaming that love will still survive
Deep within me a song that never ever dies
All those days of passion and all those lonely nights
Must have been worth something, they lightened up my life
Come and lay beside me let gentle love be real
Look into my eyes for this is how I feel
Let me wipe your tears away you dont need to be sad
Share with me your dreams that once were all we had
But where do we go for here? ?
Soon will be too late
To go anywhere from here...
Soon will be too late...
Where do we go from here? ?
Soon will be too late
Where do we go from here? ?
Soon will be too late
Where do we go from here? ?
Soon will be too late
Where do we go from here? ?
Soon will be too late
Where do we go? ?
Where do we go? ?
Soon will be too late
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Ditties
Upon 'these' walls,
I intend to scrawl...
And leave my ditties.
Many may consider my ditties,
Unwitty.
With a lack of depth.
And uneffective at best.
But I believe my ditties left,
Provided for me a therapy.
And if I received a peace of mind from this...
Those who were displeased,
Will eventually get over it.
Upon 'these' walls,
I intend to scrawl...
And leave my ditties.
Some will be read as humor to please.
While others will be skipped over,
To dismiss...
By those who see what I leave,
As rantings done by another one...
Who should seek immediate counseling,
From a professional therapist...
Who will not charge me a dime to probe!
Hoping to uncover a treasure trove.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seeing Stars
(robin wilson)
Spit it out, the sad truth
One of many secrets we acquired in youth
My dirty clothes
Lately I keep em in the luggage that you to gave me
With a little luck, one night
Well drink together in a different light
Our heads down, our ears ring
We only see angels when we both believe
Take me, take mine, hide it away
Take me, take mine, hide it away
Spit it up, the right words
Of course we always keep em where we know it hurts
The little things you did too
Id almost still believe if it werent for you
Take me, take mine hide it away, hide it away (so late? )...
You said surround me when its over, I cant stand it another night
Forever now and definitely sober
When we stare in a different light
Spit it out, the sad truth
One of many secrets we acquired in youth
The right words
Lately I keep em in the luggage that you gave to me
Take me, take my hurting away (so late)
Take me, take my hurting away, hurting away (so late)
Take me, take mine, hide it away (so late)
Take me take my hurting away, hide it away (so late)
song performed by by Gin Blossoms
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The Joy Of Their Laughter
The children are playing football in the park off of the street
The joy in their laughter it does sound so sweet
'Tis true youth is such a marvellous thing
Like the flowers of the fields that bloom lovely in Spring.
The joy of their laughter bring back memories to me
Of happy boyhood days of any cares free
In the Town park on Summer evenings we kicked the football
Such wonderful memories are good to recall
The years went so quickly and time did not wait
And I've grown grayer and slower and I'm putting on weight
The future belongs to the youth of today
Though they too will grow to learn that time quickly ticks away.
Some of those I went to school with now with the dead lay
And some are grand parents and their grand children play
The games they themselves played they run up and down
In pursuit of the football in the park by the Town.
As I walk to the bottle shop for to buy beer
The laughter of the children playing football I hear
Their best days approaching and mine in the past
But time keeps on ticking and nothing does last.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Back Into My Life
Its another night out on the avenue
Looking for something, something that you knew
And youre wondering where she is
Now theres now theres no more rendezvous
*youre left out here on this cold stark street
With the sound of lovers as they tango and meet
Their sweet surrender with a promise and a kiss
Wheres that girl, the one you miss
Those ooh la la la girls in their skirts they go rushing by
They look around and give you that come on
With their dreamy dreamy eyes
Then you never stop to count your mistakes
That one blind moment with no give and take
Is lost in every strangers face you see
If theres a loser that losers me
** please put a little love back into my life
Wont you please put a little love back into my life
Every nights another night you keep looking back
Trying to fill the spaces hours and the minutes and the missing gaps
* repeat
** repeat
[instrumental]
Every shadows like a ghost that comes and haunts you
Angel of the night plays her tricks today its true
With every step, every step you see her slip away
Not just today
Its another night out on the avenue
Looking for something, something that you knew
* repeat
** repeat and fade
song performed by by Ufo
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Ive Seen Better Days
The sun is shining down
Theres not one cloud around
Morning hits me
Where I lay
Everything was green
A perfect day it seems
Yeah hes got everything his way
Oh but Ive seen better days
Ive seen better days
Chorus:
When the rain was pouring down
And he had his loving arms wrapped around me
Ive seen better days
The neighbors come and go
They smile and wave hello
And all the kids are out to play
Lollipops and good times
They look so much like mine
But he has taken mine away
Oh and Ive seen better days
Lord Ive seen better days
Repeat chorus
Oh lord I miss em
Ive seen better days
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Book Of Suleika - Suleika 04
WITH what inward joy, sweet lay,
I thy meaning have descried!
Lovingly thou seem'st to say
That I'm ever by his side;
That he ever thinks of me,
That he to the absent gives
All his love's sweet ecstasy,
While for him alone she lives.
Yes, the mirror which reveals
Thee, my loved one, is my breast;
This the bosom, where thy seals
Endless kisses have impress'd.
Numbers sweet, unsullied truth,
Chain me down in sympathy!
Love's embodied radiant youth,
In the garb of poesy!
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Old Friends Of Mine
The songs they were singing from the golden days of our spring. When laughter rang out from those old friend of mine.
Where have they gone in the passing of time, and where are they now those old friends of mine.
The years have clouded the memories of them. The grey hairs are showing, how long has it been?
Oh where did they go? The friends of my youth. The flames of a young life and the passions we knew.
The days are shorter. Life still goes on. Our children are playing like we used to do.
Will they remember the friends of their youth when they get our age in their September song?
Oh where have they now those old friends of mine?
31 Dec 1995
poem by David Harris
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