John Smith's Grand National
'I am going to name the child
after that mare, ' the lady says
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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John Smith's Grand National Aintree
she holds her child high to see
her favourite horse
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Bones
Said Mr. Smith, “I really cannot
Tell you, Dr. Jones—
The most peculiar pain I’m in—
I think it’s in my bones.”
Said Dr. Jones, “Oh, Mr. Smith,
That’s nothing. Without doubt
We have a simple cure for that;
It is to take them out.”
He laid forthwith poor Mr. Smith
Close-clamped upon the table,
And, cold as stone, took out his bones
As fast as he was able.
Smith said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,”
And wished him a good-day;
And with his parcel ‘neath his arm
He slowly moved away.
poem by Walter de la Mare
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Nobodys Child
Painted lady, stop that closin in on me,
Painted lady, youre supposed to be a dream,
Painted lady, you better stay away from me.
Painted lady, why you loosinin my tie,
Painted lady, whats that twinkle in your eye,
Painted lady, you better stay away from me.
Painted lady, with your jewels and your beads,
Painted lady, dont you do these dirty deeds,
Painted lady, you better stay here with me.
Nobodys child til I saw the light of your smile.
Painted lady, nobodys child, you have set me free.
Nobodys child, you came in and stayed for a while.
Painted lady, nobodys child, you have set me free.
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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The dissolution of the nation destroys the national religion, and dethrones the national deity.
quote by William Robertson Smith
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Lady Day
When she walked on down the street
She was like a child staring at her feet
But when she passed the bar
And she heard the music play
She had to go in and sing
It had to be that way
She had to go in and sing
It had to be that way
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
After the applause had died down
And the people drifted away
She climbed down off the bar
And went out the door
To the hotel
That she called home
It had greenish walls
A bathroom in the hall
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Dat Ol' Mare O' Mine
Want to trade me, do you, mistah? Oh, well, now, I reckon not,
W'y you could n't buy my Sukey fu' a thousan' on de spot.
Dat ol' mare o' mine?
Yes, huh coat ah long an' shaggy, an' she ain't no shakes to see;
Dat's a ring-bone, yes, you right, suh, an' she got a on'ry knee,
But dey ain't no use in talkin', she de only hoss fu' me,
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
Co'se, I knows dat Suke 's contra'y, an' she moughty ap' to vex;
But you got to mek erlowance fu' de nature of huh sex;
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
Ef you pull her on de lef han'; she plum 'termined to go right,
A cannon could n't skeer huh, but she boun' to tek a fright
At a piece o' common paper, or anyt'ing whut's white,
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
Wen my eyes commence to fail me, dough, I trus'es to huh sight,
An' she 'll tote me safe an' hones' on de ve'y da'kes' night,
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
Ef I whup huh, she jes' switch huh tail, an' settle to a walk,
Ef I whup huh mo', she shek huh haid, an' lak ez not, she balk.
But huh sense ain't no ways lackin', she do evah t'ing but talk,
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
But she gentle ez a lady w'en she know huh beau kin see.
An' she sholy got mo' gumption any day den you or me,
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
She's a leetle slow a-goin,' an' she moughty ha'd to sta't,
But we 's gittin' ol' togathah, an' she 's closah to my hea't,
An' I does n't reckon, mistah, dat she 'd sca'cely keer to pa't;
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
W'y I knows de time dat cidah 's kin' o' muddled up my haid,
Ef it had n't been fu' Sukey hyeah, I reckon I 'd been daid;
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
But she got me in de middle o' de road an' tuk me home,
An' she would n't let me wandah, ner she would n't let me roam,
Dat's de kin' o' hoss to tie to w'en you 's seed de cidah's foam,
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
You kin talk erbout yo' heaven, you kin talk erbout yo' hell,
Dey is people, dey is hosses, den dey's cattle, den dey's--well--
Dat ol' mare o' mine;
She de beatenes' t'ing dat evah struck de medders o' de town,
An' aldough huh haid ain't fittin' fu' to waih no golden crown,
D' ain't a blessed way fu' Petah fu' to tu'n my Sukey down,
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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None more bare than the shoemaker's wife and the smith's mare.
GOD's Love
Have you ever seen a sample?
A sample of God’s love?
Have I, I would say I’m sure.
T’was a won’drous sight.
A lady of many years,
spied a child of hardly any.
Wandering older eyes,
Met wondering younger eyes.
Their eyes brightly shined,
as if captive stars.
In place of any words,
two smiles warmed the air.
This lady of many years,
with open arms beckoned.
Sans hesitation,
eagerly, the child reached out.
In amazement we watched,
the child’s parents and I.
As this gentle lady cradled,
a bundle of love to her breast.
An inspiring sight it was,
together so content.
The child of hardly any,
and the lady, of many years.
What magic passed between them.
The lady of so many and the child,
of hardly any years.
I’m unable to explain.
My only reply if asked,
I was privileged to see.
A sample, oh so seldom seen.
A sample of, GOD’s love
11DEC94
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Mr. Smith
don't you realize, Mr. Smith?
don't you realize what thirty dollars buy today?
just some stockings, and that's it.
I came from Havanah
my mother was wild as you are
she often said to me
my child, don't sell yourself
for just a dollar or two
if you end up like me
god bless you, child
so think it over
for that littlemoney
you give to me, Mr. Smith
song performed by by Nina Simone
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The mare of the smith and the children of the shoemaker, allways goes barefooted.
A shoemaker's wife and a smith's mare are always the worst shod.
Alix
The mare Alix breaks the world’s trotting record one day. I see her heels flash down the dust of an Illinois race track on a summer afternoon. I see the timekeepers put their heads together over stopwatches, and call to the grand stand a split second is clipped off the old world’s record and a new world’s record fixed.
I see the mare Alix led away by men in undershirts and streaked faces. Dripping Alix in foam of white on the harness and shafts. And the men in undershirts kiss her ears and rub her nose, and tie blankets on her, and take her away to have the sweat sponged.
I see the grand stand jammed with prairie people yelling themselves hoarse. Almost the grand stand and the crowd of thousands are one pair of legs and one voice standing up and yelling hurrah.
I see the driver of Alix and the owner smothered in a fury of handshakes, a mob of caresses. I see the wives of the driver and owner smothered in a crush of white summer dresses and parasols.
Hours later, at sundown, gray dew creeping on the sod and sheds, I see Alix again:
Dark, shining-velvet Alix,
Night-sky Alix in a gray blanket,
Led back and forth by a nigger.
Velvet and night-eyed Alix
With slim legs of steel.
And I want to rub my nose against the nose of the mare Alix.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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Ban the Grand National! !
'What's wrong with a little fun?
Betting on the horses and seeing them run? '
'It's hard to be rational
About the Grand National,
But will somebody tell me why
So few people object when the horses die?
Am I just a fool
In thinking it cruel? '
'Don't worry, my friend,
It isn't the end!
Why feel such remorse,
It's ONLY A HORSE,
And only a spoilsport would cry! '
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Long Grey Mare
Written by peter green.
Ive got a long grey mare, she wont let me ride
I got a long grey mare, she wont let me ride
She makes me brush her in the morning
And put her to bed every night
Long grey mare, why cant we be just like before
Long grey mare, why cant we be just like before
We used to ride so hard
Until we just couldnt ride no more
Break:
Look at me grey mare, dont I feed you everyday
Look at me grey mare, dont I feed you everyday
But when I dig you with my spurs
You turn around the other way
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Spring lady
Spring Lady melt my mind Honey child sweeten my drink.
Pour me into your cup of desire and love Spring lady Honey child
What is your love to me if you keep running from my shadow
What is the tastes of your apples to me if they don't come to my lips.
Spring lady Honey child, From the distant land I come to you from across the sea I come.
poem by Desmond Tagoe
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Little John Smith
LO, AS I WALKED PAST SMITHSONS MEADOW,
I SAW A NAKED INFANT RUN OUT OF A BARN,
HE LAUGHED AS HE RAN TOWARDS ME,
HO, WHAT BE THY NAME LAD?
AND THE YOUNG LAD REPLIED?
I AM JOHN SMITH! HE SAID AS HE RAN OFF,
THIS WAS TWENTY AND SIX YEARS AGO,
AYE, I RETURN FROM MY MANY QUESTS FROM LANDS AFAR,
AND A STRONG MALE VOICE STOPPED ME AND SAID,
WHO BE YE AND WHENCE GOEST THOU? HE ASKED
AND I SAID, AH MY GOOD MAN, I AM HARRY BOLDS OF BOLDS FARM AND I RETURN FROM MY MANY JOURNEYS AFTER TWENTY AND SIX YEARS AWAY FROM HOME, SAID I,
GOOD THEN, I AM LORD JOHN SMITH!
LORD OF THE LANDS OF SMITHSONS AND I SAY THIS TO YOU,
TELL THIS TO MY WARRIORS AS YOU PASS TROUGH THE TOWN,
THAT I, LORD SMITH HAS GRANTED YOU SAFE PASSAGE THROUGH MY LANDS FOR I KNOW OF THE BOLDS FARMS, STATED THE LAD AND HE TURNED AND WALKED OFF,
WHAT A MARVEL! TOUGHT I, LITTLE JOHN SMITH IS NOW A WARRIOR LORD AND NOW GRANTS ME SAFE PASSAGE THROUGH THIS LANDS!
IT IS WELL THEN, THE INFANT IS NOW AN ADULT,
WATCH THY STEP, LEST YOU OFFEND A LITTLE JOHN SMITH WHO MAY BE THE ONE TO GRANT YOU YOUR LIFE IN THE FUTURE!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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What Has Come Between Us
Written by mark gaddis
Lead vocals by dennis deyoung
Look at all the people
Looking at their dreams
Smiles upon their faces
Tell me what they see
Look at all the people
Have they gone astray?
Living for tomorrow
With dreams of yesterday
Lovely lady
Tell me what you feel
As a child were you mild
Does it make it so unreal?
Lovely lady
Feel so insecure
When you give all yourself
How can you be sure?
What has come between us
What has made us sad
Childhoods forgotten
Yet its hiding in the past
What has come between us
Theres something in ourselves
Lines upon our faces
Saying no more time for rest
Lovely lady
Tell me what you feel
As a child were you mild
Does it make it so unreal?
Lovely lady
Feel so insecure
When you give all yourself
How can you be sure?
Lovely lady
Tell me what you feel
As a child were you mild
Does it make it so unreal?
Lovely lady
Feel so insecure
When you give all yourself
How can you be sure?
Lovely lady
Feel so insecure
When you give all yourself
How can you be sure?
Lovely lady
Tell me what you feel
As a child were you mild
Does it make it so unreal?
Lovely lady
Feel so insecure
When you give all yourself
How can you be sure?
song performed by by Styx
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An Epitaph
Here lies a most beautiful lady,
Light of step and heart was she;
I think she was the most beautiful lady
That ever was in the West Country.
But beauty vanishes, beauty passes;
However rare -- rare it be;
And when I crumble,who will remember
This lady of the West Country.
poem by Walter de la Mare
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Heaven
The piano played its final tune
And strings got torn in two
And the old lady sang her final song
As her grand-daughter cried all way through
It's the end of a chapter
An era in time
The piano lid closes
The old lady shuts her eyes
And drifts to a land far away
The last generation ends
But doesn't go to waste
It's a sad story that happens all the time
Unfortunately......
But one day this old lady will open her eyes, sing again
And the piano will mend it's strings and play again
And her grand-daughter will hear this song
And smile..... instead of cry
She'll smile again.
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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The role of man
Man takes a woman on his chest
As a father hugs his child.
He holds her mare as a jockey does.
Having embedded his seeds in her womb,
He falls down on her breasts as a child does.
08.10.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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