Eulogy
And so now it comes to pass
by the even tide of mass
see them gather yet alas
they remain still as stained class
for they know only too well
that the story they will tell
conjures up an ageless spell
guarded by the sentinel
so it goes forever more
ever steady to the core
that the sign they came for
waves majestic from the floor
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Stained Class
Wild-eyed and tight fisted, Im fused to the bone
I stand contemplating, reacting alone
Impaled with betrayal
The tourniquet turns
Societys creation
Pole-axed out and burnt
Long ago when man was king,
His heart was clean now hes stained class
Time has slashed each untouched thing,
So now hes just a stained class king
Transfixed at deliverance, is this all there is
Faithless continuum, into the abyss
Fierce is my conviction, absolute my belief
I spit at you apathy, and seducer deceit
Long ago when man was king,
His heart was clean now hes stained class
Time has slashed each untouched thing,
So now hes just a stained class king
Lethal, deadly, hung, drawn and quartered
He slaughtered and faltered and altered the world
But by doing so smashed all his hopes and utopian dreams
Whipping, stripping, peeling the flesh off, relentless and senseless
His lust snapped like vipers whose fangs sank in deep
To infest and decay from the core
Impaled with betrayal, the tourniquet turns
Societys creation, pole-axed out and burnt
Long ago when man was king,
His heart was clean now hes stained class
Time has slashed each untouched thing,
So now hes just a stained class king
Stained class king
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Hard to forget
It is hard to forget
Equally painful for memory to let
All come and invade like flash light
Stay for a while and go immediately out of sight
Many more years may pass
They may excel in their field and show class
But alas! I am lost in mass
The place meant for me and was
I shall be no more
But I do keep them in mind adore
They were friends and needed therefore
I shall hold them ever and for ever
We might have fought and clashed
Disregarded thoughts and smashed
Soon to come around and sort out the difference
Shown the respect and drawn the correct inference
I shall soon be gone
The destiny to be reached and flown
Yet you all may remain in memory
What more can I feel and regret except sorry
You were available at every opportunity
That chance was afforded by an almighty
I could excel and show the best quality
That was seen by me in your ability
I shall remain indebted and grateful
That you have rest of days as very much successful
Life is full of enterprises and adventures
We are the master of our own future
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Uninvited Fuss
At first we were happy both of us
Like we were on joyride on a bus
Now I know you loved me 10 + +
But you wanted to remain precious
And wanted me to be courageous
But I misunderstood like callous
Romeo seemed to me so third class
I didn't kiss what a fool I was
And started the uninvited fuss
Your heart had then critical mass
I triggered chain reaction; Alas
So now you treat me as obnoxious
poem by Asif Andalib
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In movement class, you had to lie on the floor and get your alignment in to pass the class.
quote by Beth Henley
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Persephone's lure
When time and tide have been denied
the chance to dance and regain pride
from lips that have so often lied,
I'll wait, I'll watch, I'll grieve.
When every story has been told
When all the warm bloods then run cold
When fractures festoon every mould
I still may not believe.
A frozen wish within my core
locked in the puss for evermore
a crusted scab around a sore
your final spell you weave.
How low can love belay this heart
a prisoner of a worthless art
Would I had known this from the start
I may have still been so naive?
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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Guarded from sexual pleasure
My parents, uncles and aunts guarded me,
My brothers, sisters and cousins guarded me,
My husband and his members guarded me,
My colleagues and neigbours guarded me
And my children, nephews and nieces guarded me
Against my pleasure that men could give me.
23.12.2009.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Donna-get Off That Crack
Donna has a nine year old kid
In another months time shes expecting twins
She says she can quit anytime she likes
But I know shes on a mission tonight
Donna get off that crack says the sign on the third floor flat
Donna get off that crack just say no get your life back
Dont pay no bills dont pay the rent
But you dont forget where the money went
And who will you turn to when the moneys all gone
Youll wonder why, why you were born
Donna get off that crack says the sign on the third floor flat
Donna get off that crack just say no get your life back
Shes down on the dealing floor
She just wants to do one more
One more time and then shell quit
One more dance just one more hit
Remember frank he cut a dash
So much style so much class
Blown away for the coat on his back
The kid that did it sold his coat for crack
Donna get off that crack says the sign on the third floor flat
Donna get off that crack just say no get your life back
Shes down on the dealing floor
She just wants to do one more
One more time and then shell quit
One more dance just one more hit
Donna get off that crack says the sign on the third floor flat
Donna get off that crack just say no get your life back
(m.charlton)
Copyright 1989 elgin music
song performed by by Nazareth
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Beautiful Times
Those beautiful times are not to be forgotten and you can say that we had no love story although in my heart you will always remain. Now that you are nowhere near me, the love in my heart has increased so much. Forever, I will try to remain single and wait for you. Truly, I love you because the smell of your breath is forever within me. In my life you will forever have a place, please come back to me and be mine.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Waves Of Fear
Waves of fear, attack in the night
Waves if revulsion, sickening sights
My hearts nearly bursting, my chests choking tight
Waves of fear, waves of fear
Waves of fear, squat on the floor
Looking for some pill, the liquor is gone
Blood trips from my nose, I can barely breathe
Waves of fear, Im too scared to leave
Waves of fear, waves of fear
Waves of fear, waves of fear
Im too afraid to use the phone
Im too afraid to put the light on
Im so afraid Ive lost control
Im suffocating without a word
Crazy with sweat, spittle on my jaw
Whats that funny noise, whats that on the floor
Waves of fear, pulsing with death
I curse my tremors, I jump at my own step
I cringe at my terror, I hate my own smell
I know where I must be, I must be in hell
Waves of fear, waves of fear
Waves of fear, waves of fear
song performed by by Lou Reed
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The Hostess With The Mostest
As fluorescents do
They blink oer the floor
Of her majestic halls
Yeah, they do
I hear surf on kazoo
I march with the militia of the mine
Malicious are the times
Malicious
In the doors we all flew
To see the great indoors
Of her majestic stalls
Yeah, we flew
Waves break on the shore of the zoo
And I see how
Laurasia sure has changed
Imaginary planes
Imagine
I hit the mall on every friday
When it was biggest in the world
The hostess with the mostest
song performed by by Frank Black
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Shells
Reaching down arm-deep into bright water
I gathered on white sand under waves
Shells, drifted up on beaches where I alone
Inhabit a finite world of years and days.
I reached my arm down a myriad years
To gather treasure from the yester-milliennial sea-floor,
Held in my fingers forms shaped on the day of creation.
Building their beauty in three dimensions
Over which the world recedes away from us,
And in the fourth, that takes away ourselves
From moment to moment and from year to year
From first to last they remain in their continuous present.
The helix revolves like a timeless thought,
Instantaneous from apex to rim
Like a dance whose figure is limpet or murex,
cowrie or golden winkle.
They sleep on the ocean floor like humming-tops
Whose music is the mother-of-pearl octave of the rainbow,
Harmonious shells that whisper forever in our ears,
The world that you inhabit has not yet been created.
poem by Kathleen Jessie Raine
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Whenever Forever Comes
Whenever forever comes, when darkness shall hide the sun
Ill still be shining with love for you
When glory bells chime, my love will ring true
Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my love will be yours always
Whenever forever comes, when all things are said and done
Ill still be feeling the same way I do
Ill be there for you and still wanting you
God gave you to me, and me to you
And you will still be the one whenever forever comes
Well float on a cloud through eternity
Youll gather the stars, youll give them to me
Ill give you the moon and well replace the sun
Whenever forever comes, whenever forever comes
What would I have ever done had I not had you to love?
Youve given me more than I ever dreamed
Loving you more every day, so it seems
Greater than all other loves I have seen
Its essence will linger on whenever forever comes
Well float on a cloud through eternity
Youll gather the stars, youll give them to me
Ill give you the moon and well replace the sun
Whenever forever comes, whenever forever comes
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Crazy Jane On God
That lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Banners choke the sky;
Men-at-arms tread;
Armoured horses neigh
In the narrow pass:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
I had wild jack for a lover;
Though like a road
That men pass over
My body makes no moan
But sings on:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Before their eyes a house
That from childhood stood
Uninhabited, ruinous,
Suddenly lit up
From door to top:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Oh, that lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Majestic Rain
Velvet petals in the majestic rain calling out to your senses
only ripples remain, The fear of illusion is just a game.
With ridden souls playing in the rain with a song in play, It's a
ray of hope coming our way, So there is no wrong rain.
Petals laying our path in the majestic rain, What else is there to remain, In the majestic rain
There will be a day when all there is magic in the air and sweet senses every where, All souls will wake with a song in there heart always.
Please Dont Tell Me How The Story Ends
This could be our last good night together
We may never pass this way again.
Just let me enjoy it til its over, or forever
Please dont tell me how the story ends.
See the way our shadows come together
Softer than your fingers on my skin
Someday these may be all we remember of each other
Please dont tell me how the story ends.
Nevers just the echo of forever
Lonesome as a love that might have been.
Let me go on lovin and believin til its over
Please dont tell me how the story ends.
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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O Singer of the epic war history
O Singer of the epic war history,
O Singer of life, of liberation hoary,
Of brazen battlefields, long desolate,
O Singer of Gita's ageless glory.
Outlived hast the song thine endless story,
Though war heroes survive still in state,
Frustrated of fate but scarce sorry,
O Singer of the epic war history.
Yudhishthir's dharma, Arjun's archery,
Bheeshma's oath, Bhima's bravery,
Scarce confined remain to Pearly Gate,
And sung are with Gita's ageless glory.
And ye O bard, two roles in one carry:
Of poet laureate and progenitor great,
O ye born in a river ferry,
O Singer of the epic war history
Ye sang thine epic in such swell flurry,
Ganesha, if not quite inadequate,
Lost in thought, felt somewhat weary,
O Singer of ancient ageless glory,
Not mine ‘lone, any pen-pusher's worry
‘Tis to try even to translate,
O Singer of the epic war history,
O Singer of ancient ageless glory.
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This is a Villanelle a bit way out. The tercet,
that normally becomes a quatrain only in the last
stanza, is here so in all. Also, the first and the third
lines of the first stanza are repeated with some
modifications.
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- Villanelle | 02.10.11 |
poem by Aniruddha Pathak
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At the River
Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod,
With its crystal tide for ever flowing
by the throne of God?
Gather at the river!
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river,
Yes well gather at the river
that flows by the throne of God.
Shall we gather? Shall we gather at the river?
poem by Robert Wadsworth Lowry
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A Stranger On The Shore
The waves rush up around my feet
from an early morning tide.
Seagulls bob up and down
resting on the water
waiting patiently
for the underlining currents
to carry their breakfast in.
The sky is dark and cloudy
with the looks of an approaching storm.
I stand here as an observer
as life goes on around.
A stranger on the shore
waiting here for no one,
breathing in the fresh salt air
filled with ecstasy at all that I see.
The regal white crowned waves
dancing momentarily around my feet.
They say the world is your oyster
and the pearl is all you see.
From my lonely vigil,
I gather wisdom in
as I stand alone at each morning tide
a stranger on the shore.
poem by David Harris
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Bookworm
There's a story that like a dessert I love
And I enjoy every page slowly as much as I can
There's story that makes me desperate
And even my day becomes gloomy after I read
There's story that safe to be read anytime
And I don't mind if it's going up or down
There's story that could burn me to the core
And left me with desire to create another story
There's story that easily predict
And I could finish it without much thinking
There's story that has a very good cliffhanger
And I need to rush to the publisher to make it comes fast
There's story that goes like my dream
And I want to repeat over and over until I'm getting bored
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Second Class wait here
At suburban railway stations--you may see them as you pass--
there are signboards on the platform saying 'Wait here second class,'
And to me the whirr and thunder and the cluck of running-gear
Seem to be forever saying 'Second class wait here--
Wait here second class
Second class wait here.'
Seem to be forever saying, 'Second class wait here.'
Yes, the second class were waiting in the days of serf and prince,
And the second class are waiting--they've been waiting ever since,
There are gardens in the background, and the line is bare and drear,
Yet they wait beneath a signboard, sneering 'Second class wait here.'
I have waited oft in winter, in the mornings dark and damp,
When the asphalt platform glistened underneath the lonely lamp,
Glistened on the brick-faced cutting 'Sellum's Soap' and 'Blower's Beer,'
Glistened on enamelled signboards with their 'Second class wait here.'
And the others seemed like burglars, slouched and muffled to the throats,
Standing round apart and silent in their shoddy overcoats;
And the wind among the poplars, and the wires that thread the air,
Seemed to be forever snarling, snarling 'Second class wait there.'
Out beyond a further suburb, 'neath a chimney-stack alone
Lay the works of Grinder Brothers, with a platform of their own;
And I waited there and suffered, waited there for many a day,
Slaved beneath a phantom signboard, telling all my hopes to stay.
Ah! a man must feel revengeful for a boyhood such as mine.
God! I hate the very houses near the workshop by the line;
And the smell of railway stations, and the roar of running gear,
And the scornful-seeming signboards, saying 'Second class wait here.'
There's a train, with Death for driver, that is ever going past;
There will be no class compartments when it's 'all aboard' at last
For the long white jasper platform with an Eden in the rear;
And there won't be any signboards, saying 'Second class wait here'
poem by Henry Lawson
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