Crispian Reading From The Mahabharata
Once, the sage Durvasas came to the capital of Kuntibhoja. He was famed throughout the world for his pennants and meditations. He wanted to spend a few days with the king. The princess Kunti had been appointed by her father to attend to the wants of the sage.
Indeed, the sage was so pleased with her that he wanted to grant her a boon. He summoned her to his presence and told her that he would teach her a certain incantation. If she recited it, any Deva whom she thought of would come to her. She received the gift with the humility becoming the daughter of a king, and Durvasas went away.
The child - she was hardly a girl - did not understand what Durvasas meant when he said that the heavenly being whom she invoked would come to her. She was as excited as a child with a new toy.
It was early in the morning. Through the Eastern window she could see the Sun just rising. The East was drenched in the colour of liquid gold. The waters of the river were lapping against the walls of the palace. It was an unforgettable scene. The Sun and his soft beams - beams which had the coolness of the dawn - and the beautiful river with her path glowing with the red and gold of the rising Sun. The scene touched the heart of the young girl. She lost herself in the beauty of that majestic vision. Kunti thought how wonderful it would be if the Sun could be there by her side. In a flash she remembered the mantra which the great Durvasas had taught her. Why, if she recited it the Sun would come to her. Yes, that was the way he said. He would come to her.
The poor child, in blissful ignorance, held her palms together, palms that looked like a lotus bud, and invoked the Sun with the incantation she had learnt.
She opened her eyes - a miracle was happening. Along the watery path of the river, the Suns rays travelled fast. She was blinded by a sudden brilliance. And then Surya, the Sun G
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Back up the Hill
As I walked down to the river today
I met a man with no legs in a chair
we spoke about life and he stood tall in a way
as I walked down to the river
As I walked on I met a blind girl
who gave me directions just over the hill
for someone like me who was lost she could see
as I walked on to the river
Down by the banks I met a small child
whose mother and father had recently died
and he splashed around with a heartful of life
down by the banks of the river
As I looked in the river I saw a young man
a reflection of me if you understand
who thought he would end it as he coudn't cope
as I looked into the river
Considering the people I met on the way
they didn't give up I heard myself say
and though I believed that I'd been through the mill
I laughed at the river, and walked back up the hill.
poem by Charles M. Moore
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Too Beautiful
Too beautiful to be human
Your thoughts are not shades of gray
I say to you, you are a curious child
I say to you, you are a wise sage
Let the child kiss the sage
Let the sage instruct the child
And we will all benefit
When the wise child begins to speak.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Mystic Child
It was only the time of the newly born dead
With wispy cobwebs in your head
The polar moon looked out instead
Goin wild
Liquor shifting through the brain
The manic depressive goes insane
Goin wild
Goin wild
Desperate anger hits the streets
By the foul smelling river by the meat market
Goin wild
Mystic child
Goin wild
Mystic child
In the winter with frozen toes
Looking out the big windows
To fly
Goin wild
Situation x out of control
My eyes half opened like a mole
Who smiles
Goin wild
Who smiles
Goin wild
In the mystic morning where the river meets
The hurdy-gurdy of the hip-hop beat
5 a.m. the viscous street
Oh, wild
Goin wild
Out the window like a flash
Fallin through a rooftop crash
Blind
Goin wild
Sick and misty like a pup by the curb
Hes throwin up
Wild
Like a child
Goin wild
Like a child
If he cant have all that relates
To testify that he is great
Hell cut someone with a broken plate
Stand upon the subway grate
And smile
Goin wild
Goin wild
With a smile
Holy morning
Sun is up and someone
Here has lost his cups
The dawn is tattered all cut up
Goin wild
Like a mystic child
Like a mystic child
Sunday morning looking down from the rooftop
Goin wild with a smile
Mystic child
Top of the world hes got it made
Rings are gold, braids are jade
Jumped to the street, hes got it made
Goodbye, child
Goodbye, child
Mystic child
Goin wild
Like a mystic child
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goin wild, ah
Goin wild
Like a mystic child
Holy morning
Sun is up and someone
Going wild
Like a mystic, like a mystic, like a mystic -
- child
Goin-goin, goin-goin wild
Like a mystic child
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh
Jumped to the street
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Electric Eel Song
Ay! me one child Ay-eeee!
Ay! me one daughter
Take out you’ foot
From the black river water
Haul out you’ hand
Out the slow river water
Stay ‘pon the bank
Of the cold river water
Ay! me one daughter
Ay! me one child! Ay-eeee!
Electric eel
Is the eel in the river
Shadow ‘pon the bottom
Is the eel in the river
Something like you’ hand
Is the eel in the river
Swimming like you’ foot
Is the eel in the river
Ay! me one child Ay-eeee!
Ay! me one daughter
Foot after foot
Though the black river water
She can’t touch the bottom
Out the slow river water
Shirt like umbrella
In the cold river water
Ay! me one daughter
Ay! me one child! Ay-eeee!
Electric eel
Is the eel in the river
Cutlass shape
Is the eel in the river
Black blade or brown
Is the eel in the river
Dozing so quiet
Is the eel in the river
Ay! me one child Ay-eeee!
Ay! me one daughter
Slap of a tail
Through the black river water
Shiver like ague
Out the slow river water
As if she take cramp
Of the cold river water
Ay! me one daughter
Ay! me one child! Ay-eeee!
Electric eel
Is the eel in the river
No blood, just a thrill
Is the eel in the river
Lightning bold
Is the eel in the river
And she Drown now, she chilly
Is the eel in the river
Ay! me one daughter
Ay! me one child! Ay-eeee!
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East Of The River
Gotta gotta know
I see the sun in your eyes
Let me take your hand
And well go to wonderland
Bet youve asked silly questions
Like do I still love you
Better than eating, honey
Cos youre the girl from the east of the river
They all went mad on the way out west end
But weve all bet our bottom dollar
That my archfull flame
Will win you over
Cos Im the lie
That tells the truth
Cos youre the girl from the east of the river
Where all the grass is greener
And out pockets
Are all paved with gold
Please turn to gold
Please return to old east of the river
But it wont work with nobody but you
Cos youre the girl from the east of the river
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On A Picture Of The Finding Of Moses By Pharoah's Daughter
This picture does the story express
Of Moses in the bulrushes.
How livelily the painter's hand
By colours makes us understand!
Moses that little infant is.
This figure is his sister. This
Fine stately lady is no less
A personage than a princess,
Daughter of Pharaoh, Egypt's king;
Whom Providence did hither bring
This little Hebrew child to save.
See how near the perilous wave
He lies exposëd in the ark,
His rushy cradle, his frail bark!
Pharaoh, king of Egypt land,
In his greatness gave command
To his slaves, they should destroy
Every new-born Hebrew boy.
This Moses was an Hebrew's son.
When he was born, his birth to none
His mother told, to none revealed,
But kept her goodly child concealed.
Three months she hid him; then she wrought
With bulrushes this ark, and brought
Him in it to this river's side,
Carefully looking far and wide
To see that no Egyptian eye
Her ark-hid treasure should espy.
Among the river-flags she lays
The child. Near him his sister stays.
We may imagine her affright,
When the king's daughter is in sight.
Soon the princess will perceive
The ark among the flags, and give
Command to her attendant maid
That its contents shall be displayed.
Within the ark the child is found,
And now he utters mournful sound.
Behold he weeps, as if he were
Afraid of cruel Egypt's heir!
She speaks, she says, 'This little one
I will protect, though he the son
Be of an Hebrew.' Every word
She speaks is by the sister heard.-
And now observe, this is the part
The painter chose to show his art.
Look at the sister's eager eye,
As here she seems advancing nigh.
Lowly she bends, says, 'Shall I go
And call a nurse to thee? I know
A Hebrew woman liveth near,
Great lady, shall I bring her here?'
See! Pharaoh's daughter answers, 'Go.'-
No more the painter's art can show.
He cannot make his figures move.-
On the light wings of swiftest love
The girl will fly to bring the mother
To be the nurse, she'll bring no other.
To her will Pharaoh's daughter say,
'Take this child from me away:
For wages nurse him. To my home
At proper age this child may come.
When to our palace he is brought,
Wise masters shall for him be sought
To train him up, befitting one
I would protect as my own son.
And Moses be a name unto him,
Because I from the waters drew him.'
poem by Charles Lamb
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Lovely Morning
The sun is rising with its beams,
Pale light is spreading everywhere,
Giving us invitation as it seems,
Or a king bestowing gold here and there,
The darkness's left the battle cause morn is getting here.
Mountains are glowing like the fire,
And forest has gained the life again,
Quick moving river-waves happily admire,
And present dew drops that are being slain,
In the respect of the sun like ascending chain.
People are getting up from their lovely sleep,
And rays of the sun force them to see,
The new morning has come with the heap,
Of joy, hope and secret of success to thee,
But the noble men've already got up with glee.
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Free River
Free River flow, Free River
so cold, Free River
you’re getting old.
Free River don’t cry, Free River
you’ve run dry.
I still see you through my youth’s eyes.
Free River you told no lies, Free River
your path has been made, Free River
all things change.
Free River you made it to the sea.
The friends I swam with once
are now gone, left only me.
Free River you’re worth more than gold, Free River
I've grown old.
I’ve lived by you my whole life and
I’ve left my seed through my wife, Free River
I lie at your shore; now dry,
Free River it’s my time to die.
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Robins Birthday Ballad
It was down by the river, down by the river side
A girl so pretty I almost cried
Hair of curl and a golden rinse
Never saw a more prettier girl, then or since.
She had the gift of beauty, one of three she received
One of intellect, but with a B average, she always grieved.
The third and final gift to be with her for life
All the beautiful babies she wants; as soon as she becomes a wife.
She was the prettiest thing this side of everywhere
Why she could make every man's eyeballs stop; just so they could stare
Robin all these words come from my heart
At one time I thought my battery was dead but you gave it a fast fast start.
Seventeen and they are writing and singing songs about you
Even if tho there are many Robin; they are also too few
This ballad was written by someone who has seen just about eveyone
And your beauty comes out of a setting sun.
I don't want all these words to go to your head
But like they say, 'what has been said has been said'
This ballad now comes to its logical conclusion
May your life be filled with welcomes and very few intrusions.
I leave the secret message inside of the envelope only for you to see
If you know whoever gets to see it, then mince meat will be made of me.
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Teach The Gifted Children
Teach the gifted children
Teach them to have mercy
Teach them about sunsets
Teach them about moonrise
Teach them about anger
The sin that comes with dawning
Teach them about flowers
And the beauty of forgetfulness
Then take me to the river (take me to the river)
And put me in the water (and put me in the water)
Bless them and forgive them (take me to the river)
Father cause they just dont know (take me to the river)
All the gifted children
Teach the gifted children
The way of men and animals
Teach them about cities
The history of the mysteries
Their vice and their virtues
About branches that blow in the wind
On the wages of their sins
Teach them of forgiveness
Teach them about mercy
Teach them about music
And the cool and cleansing waters
What do they say, take me to the river (take me to the river)
Take me to the river (take me to the river)
Put me in the water (take me to the river)
And teach the gifted children (take me to the river)
All the gifted children (take me to the river)
(take me to the river)
(take me to the river)
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Child Of The King
I’ve never been a cheerleader,
Or a beauty queen.
Still, I’m a child of the king.
I’ve never pulled up in a stretch limousine.
Still, I’m a child of the king.
I’ve never been asked
To sit on the front row
Or been catered to
because of a title that I hold.
Still, I’m a child of the king.
I’ve never been bejeweled
With a lot of bling bling
Or shopped at Saks Fifth Avenue
For the finest of things.
Still, I’m a child of the king.
I’ve never gotten a Ph.D.
Or sailed on a yacht on the open blue sea.
Still, I’m a child of the king.
I’ve never wrote a check
For a million dollars spent
Or gotten an invitation
To meet the President.
Still, I’m a child of the king.
I’ve never lived in a house;
That has a spiral staircase
Or worn a dress with a gold trim lace.
Still, I’m a child of the king.
I’ve never traveled the world
In my own private jet
Or had my meals brought to me;
By a butler name Lafayette
Still, I’m a child of the king.
I’ve never owned cattle
On a hundred acre land.
Or walked into a room
And all had to stand.
Still, I’m a child of the king.
And still;
I’m a child of the king!
Copyright©2010 by-Phyllis Strong
(...having nothing, and yet possessing everything.2Cor.6: 10)
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Moses (Bible Poems for Children)
In the land of Egypt, it came
to pass,
Jacob a wealthy man, sons did
mass.
Years passed, each became a
tribe,
A well known name, Each
worshiped God.
Pharoah the King, was afraid,
The God of Abraham, would
make him fade.
Pharoah was so very mean,
He created an awful scene.
To the river, the babies
must go,
Throw them in the waters
flow.
One Hebrew mother, found a
way,
Tuck him in a basket, float
it away.
Down the Nile River, the baby
boy went,
This child Moses, was Heaven
sent.
Pharoah's daughter came to
bathe,
Saw the baby, began to rave.
What a beautiful baby boy,
He will be my pride, and joy.
Moses grew, a strong young man,
Became famous, throughout the
land.
poem by Heather Burns
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Do You Really Want to Know Me?
if you know what a river is
perhaps you will know a man
i am a man and you will say to the river
i have known a man and i have known a river
there is no way that i will never you in full
you shall brag to the clouds in your mind
they drift
there is no permanence
permanence is an illusion
a river
a cloud
water
air
and this is where we must start
educating air
if you step upon my heart and tell me
i have know everything about you and you must not change and that is what you are
you are wrong
for i am a river that encircles a mountain
but i know a path but the paths do not know me
and so i keep on moving
changing paths and what path was it that you have seen yesterday
is no longer the path now
you must accept you have never known a river
because a river is man
and man is not forever man
he is a river that always escapes the hold of your mind
that frame that has walls
without even the possibility of another opening for stars....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Father You a Daughter
Sweetie, you know you are all I want in a mate,
Every time that I had ever needed in a lady;
No other can compare to your mystique so great,
So I want you to have my very next baby.
Bear my child, sweetheart...
Your beauty, strength, your grace, and intellect,
Brilliance beyond anyone I have ever known;
The spirit you have inspires me to pay respect
Every good woman and I want raise one of my own.
Bear my child, sweetheart...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
This child will be our legacy, but another you,
With your very enticing smile, sexy eyes;
I cannot wait to go all night making love to you
For a baby, sharing your joy between your thighs.
Carry my seed, baby...
Never will I part from you, keep it in overnight,
Ready to accept the amazing paternity of two;
A daughter with your way of thinking and life,
If tomorrow ends tonight, I must impregnate you.
Carry my seed, baby...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
They say the man must do all the work
If we really want to have a pretty little princess;
Baby, just lay back and let me work
Starting with your mind to all five senses.
Knock you up, sweetie...
Passion marks over spots I already licked,
Kisses trace each place my fingertips ran;
Battlefield Bedroom is the place to get some...
If love is war, then I will declare it much as I can.
Knock you up, sweetie...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
Bear my child, carry my seed, baby
To not knock you up would be crazy;
Such a dream of mine come true,
And I long to savor moments with you.
By far the finest from sole to crown,
I truly love to please you up and down;
To have you walking around with my child,
Makes the obstacles we faced worthwhile.
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
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Siberian Khatru
Sing, bird of prey;
Beauty begins at the foot of you. do you believe the manner?
Gold stainless nail,
Torn through the distance of man
As they regard the summit.
Even siberia goes through the motions.
Hold out and hold up;
Hold down the window. outbound, river,
Hold out the morning that comes into view. bluetail, tailfly.
River running right on over my head.
How does she sing?
Who holds the ring? and ring and you will find me coming.
Cold reigning king,
Hold all the secrets from you
As they produce the movement.
Even siberia goes through the motions.
Hold out and hold up;
Hold down the window. outbound, river,
Hold out the morning that comes into view. bluetail, tailfly.
River running right over the outboard, river,
Bluetail, tailfly,
Luther, in time.
Doodndoodit, dah, dt-dt-dah.
Hold down the window;
Hold out the morning that comes into view.
Warm side, the tower;
Green leaves reveal the heart spoken khatru.
Gold stainless nail,
Torn through the distance of man as they regard the summit.
Cold reigning king,
Shelter the women that sing
As they produce the movement.
River running right on over,
Then over my head. outboard, river.
Bluetail, tailfly,
Luther, in time,
Suntower, asking,
Cover, lover,
June cast, moon fast,
As one changes,
Heart gold, leaver,
Soul mark, mover,
Christian, changer,
Called out, saviour,
Moon gate, climber,
Turn round, glider.
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Siberian Khatru
Sing, bird of prey;
Beauty begins at the foot of you. do you believe the manner?
Gold stainless nail,
Torn through the distance of man
As they regard the summit.
Even siberia goes through the motions.
Hold out and hold up;
Hold down the window. outbound, river,
Hold out the morning that comes into view. bluetail, tailfly.
River running right on over my head.
How does she sing?
Who holds the ring? and ring and you will find me coming.
Cold reigning king,
Hold all the secrets from you
As they produce the movement.
Even siberia goes through the motions.
Hold out and hold up;
Hold down the window. outbound, river,
Hold out the morning that comes into view. bluetail, tailfly.
River running right over the outboard, river,
Bluetail, tailfly,
Luther, in time.
Doodndoodit, dah, dt-dt-dah.
Hold down the window;
Hold out the morning that comes into view.
Warm side, the tower;
Green leaves reveal the heart spoken khatru.
Gold stainless nail,
Torn through the distance of man as they regard the summit.
Cold reigning king,
Shelter the women that sing
As they produce the movement.
River running right on over,
Then over my head. outboard, river.
Bluetail, tailfly,
Luther, in time,
Suntower, asking,
Cover, lover,
June cast, moon fast,
As one changes,
Heart gold, leaver,
Soul mark, mover,
Christian, changer,
Called out, saviour,
Moon gate, climber,
Turn round, glider.
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Family
There's a child inside
A man inside
A woman inside
A sage inside
A mother inside with breasts of love
A father inside with hands of care
A child inside beautifully caressed
A mother inside with the wing of dove
A father inside the flight to share
A child inside with parents blessed
A sage inside with a peaceful face
The peace to bestow in all its grace
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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I could die inside your black eyes
You who walked up
From the remnants of lifetime wars
You who exonerates the
Disciplines of the Eastern
Land of Morning, Sun-rising
The only man whose feet
I have ever wanted to kiss,
My Dancer, Teacher, Lover
I could die inside your black eyes
Faultless beauty
Man-beautiful.
Teach me to be the lotus
In your sky, a flower
In your hand
Your Morning, Sun-rising
And I will yield
A thousand jeweled petals
For your every smile
My Dancer, Teacher, Lover
I could die inside your black eyes
Faultless beauty
Man-beautiful...
poem by Míchealín Daugherty
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In Germany Before The War
In germany before the war
There was a man who owned a store
In nineteen hundred thirty-four
In dusseldorf
And every night at fine-o-nine
Hed cross the park down to the rhine
And hed sit there by the shore
Im looking at the river
But Im thinking of the sea
Thinking of the sea
Thinking of the sea
Im looking at the river
But Im thinking of the sea
A little girl has lost her way
With hair of gold and eyes of gray
Reflected in his glasses
As he watches her
A little girl has lost her way
With hair of gold and eyes of gray
Im looking at the river
But Im thinking of the sea
Thinking of the sea
Thinking of the sea
We lie beneath the autumn sky
My little golden girl and i
And she lies very still
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Lost River
Theres a lost river that flows
In a valley where no on e goes,
Where the wild waters rush
Rumbles deep in the hush.
Gone far from there now,
Lord Ill be back somehow
To where the lost river winds
In the shadow of the pines
Oh, lost river, now Im coming back
To the pot-belly stove, where the firewoods all stacked
Oh Quebec girl, go with me,
Oh my bell, my fleur de lis,
Where the lost river winds
In the shadow of the pines
Now every body knows
Where that lost river flows
Its someplace hes lost
Behind bridges that hes crossed
Well, hed like to return,
But his bridges are all burned
And hes much too far down
To return to higher ground
Oh, lost river, now Im coming back
To the pot-belly stove, where the firewoods all stacked
Oh Quebec girl, go with me,
Oh my bell, my fleur de lis,
Where the lost river winds
In the shadow of the pines
Oh lost river, far over ther ridge
Now is it too late for me to build me a new bridge?
To the bright golden time
When her love was still mine
And the world was still wild
Like the heart of a child
Oh, lost river, now Im coming back
To the pot-belly stove, where the firewoods all stacked
Oh Quebec girl, go with me,
Oh my bell, my fleur de lis,
Where the lost river winds
In the shadow of the pines
Where the lost river winds
In the shadow of the pines
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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