Roderigo: It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.
line from Othello, Act I, Scene 3 by William Shakespeare (1603)
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Silliness Is My Middle Name
Silliness is my middle name
and silliness is my claim to fame.
Therefore, if you want a laugh or two
just come along to Dodgy Dave’s grotto
and he will make you smile.
He may look like a beanpole
with a dog collar around his neck,
but you will be guaranteed
he will never use the phrase “Oh Heck”.
He has loads of silly rhymes
that make no sense at all.
His wife thinks he was born
and they live down on the Funny Farm.
This poem was written
to make no sense at all.
Just another bit of his silliness
he likes to share with one and all.
poem by David Harris
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Live
Clear out your mind
Look to your past and see what you can find
Stole soul afraid
Of the prophets perfect picture falls away
Is this the life that we choose to live
Or is this the life that has been giving
Now is the time to see what my life should be
What is mine!?
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
It's a timeless rage
For many people praying to be saved
Truth is so strong
It needs lights to guide it so it can carry on
I've seen blood on my hands
Am I dead or is this where it begins
I feel the shame
For my friend who put a bullet in his brain!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
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We live in Shangri La now!
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We live in Shangri La now
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We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
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We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
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We live in!
We live in!
song performed by by Zug Izland
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Phyllis, farewell
Phyllis, farewell, I may no longer live;
Yet if I die, fair Phyllis, I forgive.
I live too long; come, gentle death and end
My endless torment, or my grief amend.
poem by Thomas Bateson
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Till Death Come
I live and wanted to live for ever
I never want to die before death come
And I die once only and only once.
I am not here to fear anyone
I am not here to loose my heart
I am not here to commit suicide
I am not so dirt.
I want to live and live in any situation
I want to live till death come to me
On its own accord.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Prescription: A physician's guess at what will best prolong the situation with least harm to the patient.
quote by Ambrose Bierce
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Cant Live Without You
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
You stand in front of the band
With all those scarves in your hands
I see you play imaginary guitars
You people shaking your heads
Right till the end of the set
You really turn me on wherever we are
Cant live, cant live without you
Cant live, cant live without you
Cant live, cant live without you
Cant live, cant live without you
Put your hands in the air
So I can see you are there
I wanna see all your lights shining on
Want you to stand up and dance
Gonna leave you no chance
To take a breath between each single song
Cant live, cant live without you
Cant live, cant live without you
Cant live, cant live without you
Cant live, cant live without you
Stand up and shout
Were ready to rock, were ready to roll
Stand up and shout
Are you ready, are you ready
Come on and get it!
Cant live, cant live without you
Cant live, cant live without you
Cant live, cant live without you
Cant live, cant live without you
song performed by by Scorpions
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Death Is Not A Disease
Death is not a disease
It is not contagious
It should not constrict you to breathe
Yet it is a topic many people favour
To die you must live
To live you must die
Then there is survive
When men live the lie
Death is not a disease
Death is a hunter like a cat
We do not catch is as it releases us
Death is death and that is that
poem by Ethan Wilson
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The Good Physician
How lost was my condition
Till Jesus made me whole!
There is but one Physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul.
Next door to death he found me,
And snatched me from the grave,
To tell to all around me,
His wondrous pow'r to save.
The worst of all diseases
Is light, compared with sin;
On every part it seizes,
But rages most within:
'Tis palsy, plague, and fever,
And madness -- all combined;
And none but a believer
The least relief can find.
From men great skill professing
I thought a cure to gain;
But this proved more distressing,
And added to my pain:
Some said that nothing ailed me,
Some gave me up for lost;
Thus every refuge failed me,
And all my hopes were crossed.
At length this great Physician,
How matchless is his grace!
Accepted my petition,
And undertook my case:
First gave me sight to view him,
For sin my eyes had sealed;
Then bid me look unto him,
I looked, and I was healed.
A dying, risen Jesus,
Seen by the eye of faith;
At once from danger frees us,
And saves the soul from death:
Come then to this Physician,
His help he'll freely give;
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis only -- look and live.
poem by John Newton
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How Lost Was My Condition
How lost was my condition
Till Jesus made me whole!
There is but one physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul
Next door to death he found me,
And snatched me from the grave,
To tell all around me
His wond'rous pow'r to save.
The worst of all diseases
Is light compared with sin;
On ev'ry part it seizes,
But rages most within;
'Tis palsy, plague, and fever,
And madness-all combined;
And none, but a believer,
The least relief can find.
From men, great skill professing,
I sought a cure to gain;
But this proved more distressing,
And added to my pain;
Some said that nothing ailed me,
Some gave me up for lost;
Thus ev'ry refuge failed me,
And all my hopes were crossed.
At length this great Physician,
How matchless is His grace!
Accepted my petition,
And undertook my case;
First, gave me sight to view him,
For sin my eyes had sealed-
Then bit me look unto Him;
I looked, and I was healed.
A dying, risen Jesus,
Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from danger frees us,
And saves the soul from death;
Come, then, to this Physician,
His help he'll freely give,
He makes no hard condition-
To Jesus look and live!
poem by John Newton
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Death
I come to die, to let you live, by dying you live, death
comes in different color and paint in different design;
touch every art that made you what to live and log in
your soul desire in order, to live in the eternity you win
poem by Antonio Liao
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The human body experiences a powerful gravitational pull in the direction of hope. That is why the patient's hopes are the physician's secret weapon. They are the hidden ingredients in any prescription.
quote by Norman Cousins
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Lovers
Sit down and listen 'cause I've got good news for you
It was in the papers today
Some physician had made a discovery
This' what she had to say:
(Oooh you know that)
She said that every result she had backed her
Claiming that love's a longevity factor
So lovers live a little longer, baby
You and me, we got a chance to live twice
Lovers live a little longer, ain't that nice
Lovers live a little longer, baby
What a feeling when I hold you tight
Lovers live a little longer, yeah
I can imagine, I'll see in my fantasy
I'll enjoy every day
Making love is a dynamite drug, baby
So why don't we start right away
(Ahh, please don't wait)
I don't care if they're watching 'cause listen
We've got a reason for each time we're kissing
'Cause lovers live a little longer, baby
You and me, we got a chance to live twice
Lovers live a little longer, ain't that nice
Lovers live a little longer, baby
What a feeling when I hold you tight
Lovers live a little longer, yeah
I just don't care if they're watching 'cause listen
We've got a reason for each time we're kissing
'Cause lovers live a little longer, baby
You and me, we got a chance to live twice
Lovers live a little longer, ain't that nice
Lovers live a little longer, baby
What a feeling when I hold you tight
Lovers live a little longer, yeah
Lovers live a little longer, baby
You and me, we got a chance to live twice
Lovers live a little longer, yeah
song performed by by ABBA
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ring
Splendid
like the glittering sky in my
finger, wash that stay
with me, till my
death comes in the windmill
of wind
in special life with you.....my dear...one,
Darling of the ring i always
say to live with
you
until death comes in my midst
to live; as death knock
in the door step of the
knights of a moment
in the fingers
i live and say goodbye....dear
to you
poem by Antonio Liao
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Death
Death is bad
No one wants to die
But death doesn't know
How to kill
Yet death is inevitable
But I dont fear death
If I live the right life,
Then I will not be
Afraid to die
My legacy will live
After me for a hundred years.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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To get over my divorce, I got a prescription to live at the Playboy Mansion for a while.
quote by James Caan
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I Can Live Without........
I can live without my right arm
I don't need two
I can live without some fingers
I'll still have a few
I can live without my music
It might make me blue
But i can live without it
This i promise you
I can live without my paycheck
I've just got a few debts due
I can live without my iron
The creases will fall through
I can live without my senses
This is all true
I can live without my mobile
And my make-up too
Can't you see the only thing
That's not on this list is you
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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The Beginning of My Notes
I live and think live
though think die - still I live
speak that death fears me not
truth - fear every day
when death comes, will these thoughts and dreams ever be known?
I want to leave my legacy
and let my world be shown
today I act unlike tomorrow
three days unlike last week
poem by D.M.L. Catseye
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The Final Journey (Death Poem)
I was very
Close to death today,
On the road to Cochabamba.
The “too many” sad lines of crosses,
None of them planned to die.
How can you know?
How will I know?
When?
I live each day
As if it is my last,
So that,
When
I come
to the end
of the road,
Unfulfilled desires,
Will not torment me
In the next life, if there is one.
poem by Ian Beckett
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D.e.a.t.h
The death is calling for you dear,
Your heart trembles in fear,
The soul starts to cries and shiver,
Bit by bit the body gain suffer,
Tumble around for death is a pain,
Struggling to live your effort is in vain,
Your body is a rotting meat you want to live?
Fools can cure death and you fools believe,
Acting foolish to avoid the death,
Planning to live till the aftermath,
To fools the plan is a flawless sound,
But death shall eat you like a flawless hound,
Just endure and not to cry,
All you can do is say goodbye.
Fully Alive...
how did you
live fully? did you
not know
that you have
to die first before
you can live
that full?
and how did you
die first?
did you know that
all these are
but idioms?
it is death
without being seen
with any blood
or strangulation
you appear
there in that
garden without
any wound
and yet you have
died
as you claim it
to be
internally
did you know that
all these
are but a harem of
metaphors?
you do have to
live fully after all
neither shall you
die because
you cannot and you
are not death
neither are you
life.
all these are
figures of speech.
there is a path
that you know
but you do not
speak about it.
you just walk on it
and do what you
tell yourself within.
automatically.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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