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1 – 200 of 330 Newer› Newest»Mrs.Basham, heres my free verse hope you like it.
Thanks.
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The beat of my heart
Sounds like the rhythm of 1drum
Desperate to find the lyrics to your song
To survive the quest
Searching for your other half of your heart
Singing my favorite love song
To lead me
To my unfinished love.
Type of poems: Freeverse
Cynthia vega
Heres my ballad mrs.Basham
Ballad: Old Paul and Old Tim
When rival adorers come courting a maid,
There's something or other may often be said,
Why HE should be pitched upon rather than HIM.
This wasn't the case with Old PAUL and Old TIM.
No soul could discover a reason at all
For marrying TIMOTHY rather than PAUL;
Though all could have offered good reasons, on oath,
Against marrying either - or marrying both.
They were equally wealthy and equally old,
They were equally timid and equally bold;
They were equally tall as they stood in their shoes -
Between them, in fact, there was nothing to choose.
Had I been young EMILY, I should have said,
"You're both much too old for a pretty young maid,
Threescore at the least you are verging upon";
But I wasn't young EMILY. Let us get on.
No coward's blood ran in young EMILY'S veins,
Her martial old father loved bloody campaigns;
At the rumours of battles all over the globe
He pricked up his ears like the war-horse in "Job."
He chuckled to hear of a sudden surprise -
Of soldiers, compelled, through an enemy's spies,
Without any knapsacks or shakos to flee -
For an eminent army-contractor was he.
So when her two lovers, whose patience was tried,
Implored her between them at once to decide,
She told them she'd marry whichever might bring
Good proofs of his doing the pluckiest thing.
They both went away with a qualified joy:
That coward, Old PAUL, chose a very small boy,
And when no one was looking, in spite of his fears,
He set to work boxing that little boy's ears.
The little boy struggled and tugged at his hair,
But the lion was roused, and Old PAUL didn't care;
He smacked him, and whacked him, and boxed him, and kicked
Till the poor little beggar was royally licked.
Old TIM knew a trick worth a dozen of that,
So he called for his stick and he called for his hat.
"I'll cover myself with cheap glory - I'll go
And wallop the Frenchmen who live in Soho!
"The German invader is ravaging France
With infantry rifle and cavalry lance,
And beautiful Paris is fighting her best
To shake herself free from her terrible guest.
"The Frenchmen in London, in craven alarms,
Have all run away from the summons to arms;
They haven't the pluck of a pigeon - I'll go
And wallop the Frenchmen who skulk in Soho!"
Old TIMOTHY tried it and found it succeed:
That day he caused many French noses to bleed;
Through foggy Soho he spread fear and dismay,
And Frenchmen all round him in agony lay.
He took care to abstain from employing his fist
On the old and the crippled, for they might resist;
A crippled old man may have pluck in his breast,
But the young and the strong ones are cowards confest.
Old TIM and Old PAUL, with the list of their foes,
Prostrated themselves at their EMILY'S toes:
"Oh, which of us two is the pluckier blade?"
And EMILY answered and EMILY said:
"Old TIM has thrashed runaway Frenchmen in scores,
Who ought to be guarding their cities and shores;
Old PAUL has made little chaps' noses to bleed -
Old PAUL has accomplished the pluckier deed!"
Type of poem:ballad
Poemhunter.com
Cynthia Vega
http://www.silentwords.com/BalladPoems/secretletter.html
This is a Ballad.
"The Secret Letter"
by Elizabeth Santos from Pottstown, PA
Among the cobwebbed attic treasures
Memories of yesteryear
Books and pictures, notes well weathered
Some brought laughter, some brought tears
She rummaged through the souvenirs
For hours and hours in reminisce
Childhood friends and high school proms
Her first real date, her first real kiss
Then she stumbled on a box
Of keepsakes from her mother's day
Little secret well-kept treasures
Opened now to light of day
She read the letters from her father
Words of love that brought her tears
She walked back through her mother's youth
Recapturing the long lost years
One more letter left unopened
At the bottom of the box
She sat and stared at it in wonder
Brushing back her golden locks
Dare she read the secret letter
From her mother's unknown youth
This box of treasures kindly quenching
Thirst for knowledge of the truth
She tore the envelope wide open
Pulled the letter from inside
And in the musty attic air
She read it slowly as she cried
It was a letter full of love
Not written in her father's hand
Addressed "Dear Rosebud" at the top
A letter from another man
It told of his undying love
And promised her that he would be
Beside her always in this life
And ever through eternity
The letter was unsigned of course
And barely finished in its haste
The ink was stained with teardrops
Of a love that now had gone to waste
She'd had a vision of her mother
Only seen in photographs
And always looking like an angel
Full of love and joyful laughs
And now the vision had been shattered
Now the truth had been exposed
A letter to a "Rosebud"
And her mother was the lovely rose
She took the letter to her father
And through her tears revealed the truth
Her mother had another love
The mother that she never knew
Her father tearfully then nodded
Trembling as he read the page
He said sometimes the written word
Reveals the truth from age to age
He held her tight and said these words
This secret I already knew
This letter's in your mother's hand
The "Rosebud", darling, it was you
Mrs.Basham i found a cool lyric
"(I Hate) Everything About You"
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven’t missed you yet
Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet
Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven’t missed you yet
Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
Only when I stop to think
About you, I know
Only when you stop to think
About me, do you know
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me
I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
Writer Adam Goitner Band Three Days Grace Source:http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/threedaysgrace/ihateeverythingaboutyou.html
Posted by Fernando Gracia
This is my other free verse
Watch it
You better watch it, watch it hard
Cause all they will do is take it off
You’re in love, but he cannot
So choose the one, not the hot
Cause all they will do is break your heart.
Type of poem: Free verse
Cynthia vega
Heres my lyric. Thanks
Love and law; law and love
Law of love? Sounds good… so, tell me more…
Love of law? mmm…maybe…not so sure…
You can disregard the ancients –
label them Not Applicable – bin that bulky file…
or try to make some sense; and they insist
that love and law are so close intertwined
that together, they may tell
more than each other taken individually.
What might this mean? Where can we start?
Those ancients say that all this universe,
all this creation, is one single act of love;
love brings it forth, sustains it, nourishes it,
and so ultimately, it merges into love;
and by the laws of love,
which hold all forms by law,
our natural state is naught but love;
and knowing this, knows no injustice in ourself;
knows all as equal; knows no pressures nor compulsions;
knows no darkness; and no partiality or preferentiality;
and partaking of this universal love,
we’re therefore just, and light of heart,
and ready of response..
and so, this love, which knows ourself as love,
(for every creature's nature is pure love)
may love the laws which make our nature thus;
love the laws of love, and live as love;
so out of love, comes law;
and out of law, comes love.
only in this fleeting moment of the present
is our life lived;
and only if, in this continuous now,
love and law are present in each action,
may we make our golden future;
live a golden life, where law has made us free.
this, the ancients say; the proof is ours to live.
Michael Shepherd
Type of poems:Lyric
Poemhunter.com
Cynthia vega
A Minute Longer
they're calling out
come on lets go
but i'm miles away
to a year before
laughs from a glass
drank to the past
on the old green seat
like velvet to the hand
think i'd like to stay a minute longer
would you like to stay a minute longer?
last one for some
sick from the rum
i play golf on the carpet with someone
crash back to date
few things i hate
but i'd rather us live
type of poem: lyric
made by: Stereophonics
source: poemhunter.com
heres my lric poem Mrs Basham. shawny
Heaven
Well it's all right to feel like time is running down
And make amends with those who once have let you down
To cry for children who have not yet had their chance
To pray for foes in hopes that one day we'll join hands
And live in Heaven
Heaven forever Heaven forever
Heaven forever Heaven forever
Love's waiting past the stars
Tranquility is not that far
Believe in Him he believes in you
And I'll see you in Heaven
I seen a messenger who was preaching on the street
He had nothing but the blisters on his feet
And all those big shots with their Mercedes' and yachts
There'll be a time fir the to let go what they got
And I'll see them in Heaven (...maybe)
Heaven forever Heaven forever
Heaven forever Heaven forever
Do you feel it? Do you see?
There's no admission, Heaven's free
This is ther world which we decided
Without the love we're all divided
Love's waiting in the sky
Tears for Him will puriufy
The answer is in His eyes
And He'll see you in Heaven
Do you live for Heaven
Would you die for Heaven
Then I'll see you in Heaven
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here is a lyric Ms. Basham. from arturo
A Minute Longer
they're calling out
come on lets go
but i'm miles away
to a year before
laughs from a glass
drank to the past
on the old green seat
like velvet to the hand
think i'd like to stay a minute longer
would you like to stay a minute longer?
last one for some
sick from the rum
i play golf on the carpet with someone
crash back to date
few things i hate
but i'd rather us live
source poemhunter.com
author Stereophonics
Here Mrs.Basham this is a lyric poem. -Kristisn Barrientes
Tests And Homework And Quizzes AND SCHOOL
You know that if there was one thing,
That you could take from school,
It wouldn't be art or math or history,
It would be work.
Those ugly things you want to blow up,
and smash,
and burn,
and crinkle,
and rip,
and tear,
and throw out.
Those things that make you have to remember,
all the stuff you learned before,
and to study, study, study,
'till your eyes fall out.
“Oh, sorry I wasn't paying attention”
and
'Did we learn this? '
never helps when the test monster gives you the paper, And wishes you well.
But you know she doesn't mean that.
She doesn't want us to do good,
she just wants us to hurry so she can give us another test.
And then it's June!
Good that the year's almost over,
But bad 'cause........
FINAL EXAMS
Oh no! ! !
The mother of all tests,
And what did you say? We have to take more than one!
I'm done for.
Your sitting there,
hand clenched on the pencil,
face sweating,
and then BINGO!
You get the answer.
You jump up and scream,
in the silent classroom.
You shout out with joy 'cause they’re all over.
No more exams, or quizzes, or tests, or homework.
You bring up you paper and sit back down.
Then it happens.
Excuse me please come up to the front of the room
Right then and there
DETENTION!
No it’s not detention?
Whoo Hoo! ! ! !
It’s homework
Well that’s just as bad.
You think, No. No. You didn't just say there's still homework? ?
And we have to do it everyday of the summer! !
You have to be kidding me.
“Oh, just strike me down right here and save me from homework! ! “
But wait,
You say it's fun homework,
BLAH,
homework can't be fun,
or joyous,
or exciting,
or awesome,
or amusing,
or entertaining,
JUST HORRIBLE! ! !
“So we have to do fun homework? ? “
“What is it? “
It is to have fun?
And stay safe? ?
“No, you must be kidding.”
Your not kidding! Really! ! Cool! !
Well see you next year!
If I can stop having fun and come back!
GOOD BYE SCHOOL AND TESTS! ! !
Ivana Tinkle
here is my ballad poem Mrs.Basham. shawny
Maker of Heaven and Earth (All Things Bright and Beautiful)
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.
The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
God made them, high or lowly,
And ordered their estate.
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;
The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.
The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
We gather every day;--
He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
Cecil Frances Alexander
Here Mrs.Basham, this is a Free Verse poem by me.
-Kristian Barrientes
Teen Friends
Our friendship is for real
and it will never be broken.
We have trust in one another
and don’t doubt the others motives.
We are tight to the end,
But who knows when this might
all end?
Here Mrs.Basham, this a Free Verse poem by me.
-Kristian Barrientes
Secrets
Everyone here and there has
a secret untold.
The girl in the corner has the
worst of them all, but so
does another who has more
than all.
What is real and what is a lie?
At an age like ours we don’t know
what the other hides.
The boy at the window sits there with
The rope burn around his neck. The pain he takes and tries to rub it off,
But the thought
Of what he did
Is a secret he just
Can’t bear.
The girl right behind him shakes while
she thinks, the madness is getting
to her with the tears rolling and
pouring towards her feet.
No one notices the hatred she holds
towards the man who left and not
alone but with…I don’t know?
The boy at the window,
the girl in the back.
He leaped for his life,
She cuts her wrists and cries.
People fade and turn to ashes but secrets will
never vanish.
Mrs.Basham heres my epitath poem
Love and hate and you and i
Am i to be loved by you a day,
and lost for your heart the other?
Know that if you walked away,
i will never love another..
Even if i killed my own heart,
and stopped it from it's right to beat.
I swear i'll tare it apart,
if it longed to who is used to cheat.
How have i ever fell for you?
in no time you had all of me.
How didn't i know what's true?
that you never felt for me.
And i saw more than a sign,
but yet i stayed so in love.
Thinking that you are mine,
i flew all the skies above.
And they told me but i didn't believe,
it will end soon for it had no start.
But i heard nothing, trying to achieve,
the dream of my life to reach your heart.
What was ever on my mind?
if people lied to me, will so my eyes?
How was i so blind?
and hiding from all those lies.
I guess that no words are enough,
to describe the pain inside me.
I thought i am your only love,
and i'm your star and reverie.
Can't help but to stare at you,
and stare back at my weary life.
Can't help but to hate you,
and in this gale i won't survife.
Love and hate and you and i,
why did you have to lead me on?
I can't believe those tears i cry,
i can't believe i was never strong..
Eman Awad Poem hunter.com Cynthia Vega epitath
Deep Blue Knight
Deep Blue Knight
I want to jump into the ocean
of your stars tonight
Wrap the tides around my body
fill my lungs with breaths of you
Into the ocean
I may walk across the rising waves
and never know that it was you
as far as i can ride the moon beams
i shall don a new disguise today
And wake up every morning
to hear the ocean,
and i'll jump into your arms of swimming grace
as you hold me on the tattered platform
and crumble i shall
into the ocean
Just let it all come crashing down
around the perfect little angels now
and rising tears may guide their anger
towards my fiery heart again
as i jump
into the ocean....
melissa fox
from vivian villeda
www.poemhuter.com/poem/deep-blue-knight/
Artist: Frankie J
Album: The One
Year: 2005
Title: Obsession (No Es Amor)
(Check check ...this happened for real ...baby bash..yo.. frankie j.... obession)
Its early in the morning
And my heart is really lonely
Just thinkin bout you baby
Got me twisted in the head
And I dont know how to take it
But its driving me so crazy
I dont know if its right
I'm tossin turning in my bed
Its 5 oclock in the morning
And I still cant sleep
Thinkin bout your beauty it makes me
Weak...
I'm feeling hopeless in my home
I dont know what to do but I think I'm in love
Baby...
[Chorus]
Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)
Then what am I feeling (what am I doing wrong)
Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)
Is this an illusion that I have in my heart?
Now I know you're not my lady I'm just tryin to make this right
I dont know what to do I'm going out of my mind
So baby if u let me could I getchu to say maybe we could ride together
We could do this all nite now I dont care if u got a man
Baby I wish ud understand
Cuz I kno he cant love u right, quite like I can
Its 5 oclock in the morning
And I still cant sleep
Thinkin bout your beauty it makes me
Weak...
I'm feeling hopeless at home
I dont kno what to do but I think I'm in love
[Chorus]
Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)
Then what am I feeling? (what am I doing wrong)
Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)
Is this an illusion that I have in my heart?
I love the way u freaky like that
I love the way u freaky like that
I love the way u freaky like that
Its an obsession
[Baby Bash]
Hold up let me dream
Shorty got me feelin less supreme
Where my candy, where my cream
Got your boy feel less supreme
Hold up wait a minute baby you so damn independent
Loving everything your representing
Got alot of money, I love to spend it
And thats whats up and I dont care what people scream
You're my blessin when I'm stressin
My superfly beauty queen
I'm gonna keep it saucy
Cuz my money know how I do, we go rendez-vous, mi corazon belongs to you
[Chorus]
Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)
Then what am I feeling? (what am I doing wrong) what am I do wrong [echo]
Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)
Is this an illusion that I have in my heart?
Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)
What am I feeling? (what am I doing wrong?) what am I do so wrong? [echo]
Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)
Is this an illusion that I have in my heart?
Amor
Ballad of women i love
Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate
Hid away in an oaken chest,
And a Franklin platter of ancient date
Beareth Amandy Baker's crest;
What times soever I've been their guest,
Says I to myself in an undertone:
"Of womenfolk, it must be confessed,
These do I love, and these alone."
Well, again, in the Nutmeg State,
Dorothy Pratt is richly blest
With a relic of art and a land effete--
A pitcher of glass that's cut, not pressed.
And a Washington teapot is possessed
Down in Pelham by Marthy Stone--
Think ye now that I say in jest
"These do I love, and these alone?"
Were Hepsy Higgins inclined to mate,
Or Dorcas Eastman prone to invest
In Cupid's bonds, they could find their fate
In the bootless bard of Crockery Quest.
For they've heaps of trumpery--so have the rest
Of those spinsters whose ware I'd like to own;
You can see why I say with such certain zest,
"These do I love, and these alone."
Ballad: Eugene Field
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballad-of-women-i-love/
The Ballad of the Girly Man
The truth is hidden in a veil of tears_The scabs of the mourners grow thick with fear
A democracy once proposed_Is slimmed and grimed again_By men with brute design_Who prefer hate to rime
Complexity’s a four-letter word_For those who count by nots and haves_Who revile the facts of Darwin_To worship the truth according to Halliburton
The truth is hidden in a veil of tears_The scabs of the mourners grow thick with fear
Thugs from hell have taken freedom’s store_The rich get richer, the poor die quicker_& the only god that sanctions that_Is no god at all but rhetorical crap
So be a girly man_& take a gurly stand_Sing a gurly song_& dance with a girly sarong
Poetry will never win the war on terror_But neither will error abetted by error
We girly men are not afraid_Of uncertainly or reason or interdependence_We think before we fight, then think some more_Proclaim our faith in listening, in art, in compromise.
So be a girly man_& sing this gurly song_Sissies & proud_That we would never lie our way to war
The girly men killed christ_So the platinum DVD says_The Jews & blacks & gays_Are still standing in the way
We’re sorry we killed your god_A long, long time ago_But each dead solider in Iraq_Kills the god inside, the god that’s still not dead.
The truth is hidden in a veil of tears_The scabs of the mourners grow thick with fear
So be a girly man_& sing a gurly song_Take a gurly stand_& dance with a girly sarong
Thugs from hell have taken freedom’s store_The rich get richer, the poor die quicker_& the only god that sanctions that_Is no god at all but rhetorical crap
So be a girly man_& sing this gurly song_Sissies & proud_That we would never lie our way to war
The scabs of the mourners grow thick with fear_The truth is hidden in a veil of tears
Ballad: Charles Berstein
http://www.brooklynrail.org/2006-06/poetry/the-ballad
Artist/Band: Allan Gary
Lyrics for Song: Best I Ever Had
Lyrics for Album: Tough All Over
So you sailed away into a grey sky morning
Now I'm here to stay, love can be so boring
And nothing's quite the same now
I just say your name now.
But it's not so bad
You're only the best I ever had
You don't want me back
You're just the best I ever had.
So you stole my world, now I'm just a phony
Remembering the girl leaves me down and loney
Well send it in a letter
Make yourself feel better.
But it's not so bad
You're only the best I ever had
You dont want me back
You're just the best I ever had.
And it might take some time to patch me up inside
but I cant take it so I, I run away and hide
And I might find in time that you were always right
You're always right.
So you sailed away into a grey sky morning
Now, I'm here to stay, love can be so boring
Was it what you wanted?
Could it be I'm haunted?
But it's not so bad
You're only the best I ever had
You don’ t want me back
You're just the best I ever had.
You're just the best I ever had
lyric:Gary Allan
http://www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/allan-gary/best-i-ever-had-16451.html
"Your Sword Vs. My Dagger"
I'm cutting through, you're bleeding heart
and I would tell the truth, but I can't help myself
red rushes out, dissect this nerve
and I'll stop myself before I reach my cell
I wasn't asking for the world
and you know that I'm not one to follow through
all these city streets the people look the same
and I can see your face, and I can hear your name
I wasn't asking for the world
you're stabbing in, permanent scars
and you'll justify it all inside yourself
you've finished me, my pulse is gone
and you're satisfied to put this all to hell
I wasn't asking for the world
and you know that I'm not one to follow through
all these city streets the people look the same
and I can see your face, and I can hear your name
I wasn't asking for the world
drink the poison when you think it's over
(drink the poison)
stabbing yourself when you think it's too late
tragic endings are your thing; you love them
(tragic endings)
you love letting go, the ending's the same
drink the poison when you think it's over
(drink the poison)
inevitable, Verona lives inside of you
I wasn't asking for the world
and you know that I'm not one to follow through
all these city streets the people look the same
and I can see your face, and I can hear your name
I wasn't asking for the world
lyric
SILVERSTEN
Sing365.com
BASKETBALL
Basketball is the sport of kings,
From the toss of the jump ball
to when the buzzer rings.
In basketball you have to try your best,
Once you do you'll beat all the rest.
If you want to win, never lose hope,
When there is a problem, learn to cope.
Take your shots with confidence,
Never with incompetence
Jump up for a rebound with all your might,
Don't ever do it in a state of fright.
Ask for help when you're in need,
For if you don't, you'll never succeed.
Author: Nick Schuelke
e-mail: Bluboy1988@chartermi.net
Source:http://www.silentwords.com/Sports.html
Type of Poetry:Ballad
Artist/Band: Collin Raye
Lyrics for Song: End Of The World
Lyrics for Album: Can't Back Down
I was lost
On the outside
I almost gave up
I almost put love aside
Then I saw you
A little spark, then a flame
I felt the blood rush a million miles an hour
Through my veins
I'm not ready for this
One last breath and a kiss
'Cause my heart knows you're the one
And baby living without you
Would mean living is done
I'd say
Turn off the sun
Take down the moon
Eliminate the words "I love you"
There would be no point
No reason to live
Without you girl
Losing you would mean
The end of the world
So stop the war
Bring back the light
Life without you
Would be like autumn leaves
In black and white
Didn't we have it all
More depth than the sea
It's cruel to take a fragile heart
And promise love that life can't keep
I'm not ready to fall
Just let go of it all
'Cause I don't wanna love just to lose
I heard it's sad
But the life you live is the life that you choose
But without you
Turn off the sun
Take down the moon
Eliminate the words "I love you"
There would be no point
No reason to live
Without you girl
Losing you would mean
The end of the world
Everywhere I see your face
(I see your face)
I see your grace
And then it's gone
I can't walk on
I can't walk on
Turn off the sun
Oh, there would be no point
No reason to live
'Cause without you girl
Losing you would mean
The end of the world
type of poetry:lyric
source:google
Because
by Pablo Faz
Flip on my t.v.
I hear a knock on the door.
Police say, sir, please open the door.
I don't think once, don't
think twice, ohh snap
Daddy say get on the floor.
Shots being fired in front of the dor
My ind's being dragged all over
the world,
Open my mind
Everyone's on the floor.
Lyric
pablo_faz@yahoo.com
[Talking, Chamillionaire]
Yeah
Get out your seat if your ready to see the game, Chamilliatary Man
Its yours truely Chamillionaire, welcome to Houston, Texas
Home of the 2006 All-Star Game, lets go
[Chorus]
We gon show ya how to get your ball on (get ya ball on)
We some winners over here and ya'll know (ya'll know)
If you didn't come to play then you can go home (you can go home)
It's the 2006 NBA Song
We gon show ya how to step ya game up (ya game up)
Cause the team losing this one aint us (aint us)
Game time, so the competitions run-nning
NBA All-Star Game, best stand up
[Verse 1, Chamillionaire]
Gimme that rock, i'll take the shot homie i'll show you what to do with it
Who that is?
That the super high percentage shoota kid
Put you on the game like its McGrady out there shooting it
You don't want the plot, you aint hot
You out there shooting bricks
Step ya game up
But i won't even call no names
You can jump, my boy will dunk it on ya like LeBron James
Ray Allen behind the arch will teach ya bout the long range
Making that ball catch on fire, look like you saw a flame
You know the West ready to rumble like my candy, Carmelo
And the East Tryna sweep like a dirty yard blowa
With ball-handlas like my first singleya kno ya
Boy Allen I. gonna show ya how to really cross ova
And the only selling out, is the seats in the arena
Shaq will ya break down, go pick the pieces of your team up
You think your beating Kobe down court then your a dreama
Your defense on the court sounding like "Have you seen em?"
[Chorus]
We gon show ya how to get your ball on (get ya ball on)
We some winners over here and ya'll know (ya'll know)
If you didn't come to play then you can go home (you can go home)
It's the 2006 NBA Song
We gon show ya how to step ya game up (ya game up)
Cause the team losing this one aint us (aint us)
Game time, so the competitions run-nning
NBA All-Star Game, best stand up
[Verse 2, Chamillionaire]
You tryna beat up in the paint, Kenyon Martin says "ya can't"
Ya every shot gettin blocked, like bad money at the bank
Ya got the illest jumpa? better be careful wha you think
Cuase Yao Ming blockin ya shot like he don't care bout your rank
Yeah, How did you think that you could actually win something?
Kevin Garnett be under the net and thats when you win nothing
Stop bal-hogging playa, pass it to Tim Duncan
Alley-Oop!
Towards the hoop!
Catch it and Tim will dunk it
The Heat is on fire
Gary Paytons got the rock
Pull up behind the key, and pop, all you can do it watch it drop..
HES HOT
Alonzo got ya posted up on the block
Bout to show ya what he got
Time is running off the clock
You've got, Payton confused with somebody that would lose
Carmelo brekaing your ankles like you didnt tie your shoes
Leaving another ego bruised, to the crime sceence without no clues
The 2006 All-Stars...
Tell me what it do
haha
[Chorus]
We gon show ya how to get your ball on (get ya ball on)
We some winners over here and ya'll know (ya'll know)
If you didn't come to play then you can go home (you can go home)
It's the 2006 NBA Song
We gon show ya how to step ya game up (ya game up)
Cause the team losing this one aint us (aint us)
Game time, so the competitions run-nning
NBA All-Star Game, best stand up
Lyrics
Chamillionaire
Milon Gallegos
Because
by Pablo Faz
Flip on my t.v.
I hear a knock on the door.
Police say, sir, please open the door.
I don't think once, don't
think twice, ohh snap
Daddy say get on the floor.
Shots being fired in front of the dor
My ind's being dragged all over
the world,
Open my mind
Everyone's on the floor.
Lyric
pablo_faz@yahoo.com
hey mis.basham its mark this poem is a lyric poem
Dear God
by XTC
from the LP "Skylarking"
Dear God, hope you got the letter and
I pray you can make it better down here
I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer
But all the people that you made in your image
See them starving on their feet
'Cause they don't get enough to eat from
God
I can't believe in you
Dear God, sorry to disturb you but
I feel that I should be heard loud and clear
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears
And all the people that you made in your image
See them fighting in the street
'Cause they can't make opinions meet about
God
I can't believe in you
Did you make disease
and the diamond blue?
Did you make mankind after we made you?
And the devil too!
Dear God don't know if you've noticed but
Your name is on a lot of quotes in this book
And us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look
And all the people that you made in your image
Still believing this junk is true
Well I know it ain't, and so do you, dear God
I can't believe in
I don't believe in
I won't believe in heaven and hell
No saints, no sinners, no devil as well
No pearly gates, no thorny crown
You're always letting us humans down
The wars you bring, the babes you drown
Those lost at sea and never found
And it's the same the whole world 'round
The hurt I see helps to compound
That Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Is just somebody's unholy hoax
And if you're up there you'd perceive
That my heart's here upon my sleeve
If there's one thing I don't believe in
It's you
Dear God
http://www.positiveatheism.org/mail/eml9624.htm
Hey Mrs. Basham..
here are some...uh ill tell you later...
we have to go:]
-Nikki
Artist: Sufjan Stevens
Album: Michigan
Year: 2003
Title: All Good Naysayers, Speak Up! Or Forever Hold Your Peace!
All good thoughts in spite of righteousness
Is not the kind of thoughts in spite of greatness.
Often not the State is advocation.
If we form a power of recognition.
Forget loss and perfect advocation.
If it drops or stays in convocation.
All we praise is all we want in commerce
All we praise is parties, foreign commerce.
Entertain ideas of great communion,
Shelter not materials in union
(All we praise is not the kind of commerce.
That's the right solution!)
All good thoughts is not the act of doing
What we want but what we should improving
Properties, ideas, a woman's pleasure
is empowered by love, a perfect measure!
Ethandune: the Slaying of the Chiefs
As the sea flooding the flat sands
Flew on the sea-born horde,
The two hosts shocked with dust and din,
Left of the Latian paladin,
Clanged all Prince Harold's howling kin
On Colan and the sword.
Crashed in the midst on Marcus,
Ogier with Guthrum by,
And eastward of such central stir,
Far to the right and faintlier,
The house of Elf the harp-player,
Struck Eldred's with a cry.
The centre swat for weariness,
Stemming the screaming horde,
And wearily went Colan's hands
That swung King Alfred's sword.
But like a cloud of morning
To eastward easily,
Tall Eldred broke the sea of spears
As a tall ship breaks the sea.
His face like a sanguine sunset,
His shoulder a Wessex down,
His hand like a windy hammer-stroke;
Men could not count the crests he broke,
So fast the crests went down.
As the tall white devil of the Plague
Moves out of Asian skies,
With his foot on a waste of cities
And his head in a cloud of flies;
Or purple and peacock skies grow dark
With a moving locust-tower;
Or tawny sand-winds tall and dry,
Like hell's red banners beat and fly,
When death comes out of Araby,
Was Eldred in his hour.
But while he moved like a massacre
He murmured as in sleep,
And his words were all of low hedges
And little fields and sheep.
Even as he strode like a pestilence,
That strides from Rhine to Rome,
He thought how tall his beans might be
If ever he went home.
Spoke some stiff piece of childish prayer,
Dull as the distant chimes,
That thanked our God for good eating
And corn and quiet times--
Till on the helm of a high chief
Fell shatteringly his brand,
And the helm broke and the bone broke
And the sword broke in his hand.
Then from the yelling Northmen
Driven splintering on him ran
Full seven spears, and the seventh
Was never made by man.
Seven spears, and the seventh
Was wrought as the faerie blades,
And given to Elf the minstrel
By the monstrous water-maids;
By them that dwell where luridly
Lost waters of the Rhine
Move among roots of nations,
Being sunken for a sign.
Under all graves they murmur,
They murmur and rebel,
Down to the buried kingdoms creep,
And like a lost rain roar and weep
O'er the red heavens of hell.
Thrice drowned was Elf the minstrel,
And washed as dead on sand;
And the third time men found him
The spear was in his hand.
Seven spears went about Eldred,
Like stays about a mast;
But there was sorrow by the sea
For the driving of the last.
Six spears thrust upon Eldred
Were splintered while he laughed;
One spear thrust into Eldred,
Three feet of blade and shaft.
And from the great heart grievously
Came forth the shaft and blade,
And he stood with the face of a dead man,
Stood a little, and swayed--
Then fell, as falls a battle-tower,
On smashed and struggling spears.
Cast down from some unconquered town
That, rushing earthward, carries down
Loads of live men of all renown--
Archers and engineers.
And a great clamour of Christian men
Went up in agony,
Crying, "Fallen is the tower of Wessex
That stood beside the sea."
Centre and right the Wessex guard
Grew pale for doubt and fear,
And the flank failed at the advance,
For the death-light on the wizard lance--
The star of the evil spear.
"Stand like an oak," cried Marcus,
"Stand like a Roman wall!
Eldred the Good is fallen--
Are you too good to fall?
"When we were wan and bloodless
He gave you ale enow;
The pirates deal with him as dung,
God! are you bloodless now?"
"Grip, Wulf and Gorlias, grip the ash!
Slaves, and I make you free!
Stamp, Hildred hard in English land,
Stand Gurth, stand Gorlias, Gawen stand!
Hold, Halfgar, with the other hand,
Halmer, hold up on knee!
"The lamps are dying in your homes,
The fruits upon your bough;
Even now your old thatch smoulders, Gurth,
Now is the judgment of the earth,
Now is the death-grip, now!"
For thunder of the captain,
Not less the Wessex line,
Leaned back and reeled a space to rear
As Elf charged with the Rhine maids' spear,
And roaring like the Rhine.
For the men were borne by the waving walls
Of woods and clouds that pass,
By dizzy plains and drifting sea,
And they mixed God with glamoury,
God with the gods of the burning tree
And the wizard's tower and glass.
But Mark was come of the glittering towns
Where hot white details show,
Where men can number and expound,
And his faith grew in a hard ground
Of doubt and reason and falsehood found,
Where no faith else could grow.
Belief that grew of all beliefs
One moment back was blown
And belief that stood on unbelief
Stood up iron and alone.
The Wessex crescent backwards
Crushed, as with bloody spear
Went Elf roaring and routing,
And Mark against Elf yet shouting,
Shocked, in his mid-career.
Right on the Roman shield and sword
Did spear of the Rhine maids run;
But the shield shifted never,
The sword rang down to sever,
The great Rhine sang for ever,
And the songs of Elf were done.
And a great thunder of Christian men
Went up against the sky,
Saying, "God hath broken the evil spear
Ere the good man's blood was dry."
"Spears at the charge!" yelled Mark amain.
"Death on the gods of death!
Over the thrones of doom and blood
Goeth God that is a craftsman good,
And gold and iron, earth and wood,
Loveth and laboureth.
"The fruits leap up in all your farms,
The lamps in each abode;
God of all good things done on earth,
All wheels or webs of any worth,
The God that makes the roof, Gurth,
The God that makes the road.
"The God that heweth kings in oak
Writeth songs on vellum,
God of gold and flaming glass,
Confregit potentias
Acrcuum, scutum, Gorlias,
Gladium et bellum."
Steel and lightning broke about him,
Battle-bays and palm,
All the sea-kings swayed among
Woods of the Wessex arms upflung,
The trumpet of the Roman tongue,
The thunder of the psalm.
And midmost of that rolling field
Ran Ogier ragingly,
Lashing at Mark, who turned his blow,
And brake the helm about his brow,
And broke him to his knee.
Then Ogier heaved over his head
His huge round shield of proof;
But Mark set one foot on the shield,
One on some sundered rock upheeled,
And towered above the tossing field,
A statue on a roof.
Dealing far blows about the fight,
Like thunder-bolts a-roam,
Like birds about the battle-field,
While Ogier writhed under his shield
Like a tortoise in his dome.
But hate in the buried Ogier
Was strong as pain in hell,
With bare brute hand from the inside
He burst the shield of brass and hide,
And a death-stroke to the Roman's side
Sent suddenly and well.
Then the great statue on the shield
Looked his last look around
With level and imperial eye;
And Mark, the man from Italy,
Fell in the sea of agony,
And died without a sound.
And Ogier, leaping up alive,
Hurled his huge shield away
Flying, as when a juggler flings
A whizzing plate in play.
And held two arms up rigidly,
And roared to all the Danes:
"Fallen is Rome, yea, fallen
The city of the plains!
"Shall no man born remember,
That breaketh wood or weald,
How long she stood on the roof of the world
As he stood on my shield.
"The new wild world forgetteth her
As foam fades on the sea,
How long she stood with her foot on Man
As he with his foot on me.
"No more shall the brown men of the south
Move like the ants in lines,
To quiet men with olives
Or madden men with vines.
"No more shall the white towns of the south,
Where Tiber and Nilus run,
Sitting around a secret sea
Worship a secret sun.
"The blind gods roar for Rome fallen,
And forum and garland gone,
For the ice of the north is broken,
And the sea of the north comes on.
"The blind gods roar and rave and dream
Of all cities under the sea,
For the heart of the north is broken,
And the blood of the north is free.
"Down from the dome of the world we come,
Rivers on rivers down,
Under us swirl the sects and hordes
And the high dooms we drown.
"Down from the dome of the world and down,
Struck flying as a skiff
On a river in spate is spun and swirled
Until we come to the end of the world
That breaks short, like a cliff.
"And when we come to the end of the world
For me, I count it fit
To take the leap like a good river,
Shot shrieking over it.
"But whatso hap at the end of the world,
Where Nothing is struck and sounds,
It is not, by Thor, these monkish men
These humbled Wessex hounds--
"Not this pale line of Christian hinds,
This one white string of men,
Shall keep us back from the end of the world,
And the things that happen then.
"It is not Alfred's dwarfish sword,
Nor Egbert's pigmy crown,
Shall stay us now that descend in thunder,
Rending the realms and the realms thereunder,
Down through the world and down."
There was that in the wild men back of him,
There was that in his own wild song,
A dizzy throbbing, a drunkard smoke,
That dazed to death all Wessex folk,
And swept their spears along.
Vainly the sword of Colan
And the axe of Alfred plied--
The Danes poured in like a brainless plague,
And knew not when they died.
Prince Colan slew a score of them,
And was stricken to his knee;
King Alfred slew a score and seven
And was borne back on a tree.
Back to the black gate of the woods,
Back up the single way,
Back by the place of the parting ways
Christ's knights were whirled away.
And when they came to the parting ways
Doom's heaviest hammer fell,
For the King was beaten, blind, at bay,
Down the right lane with his array,
But Colan swept the other way,
Where he smote great strokes and fell.
The thorn-woods over Ethandune
Stand sharp and thick as spears,
By night and furze and forest-harms
Far sundered were the friends in arms;
The loud lost blows, the last alarms,
Came not to Alfred's ears.
The thorn-woods over Ethandune
Stand stiff as spikes in mail;
As to the Haut King came at morn
Dead Roland on a doubtful horn,
Seemed unto Alfred lightly borne
The last cry of the Gael.
type of poem:ballad
poem source:ballad of the white horse
Sex Kills
© 1994 Crazy Crow Music BMI
I pulled up behind a Cadillac;
We were waiting for the light;
And I took a look at his license plate-
It said, "Just Ice."
Is justice just ice?
Governed by greed and lust?
Just the strong doing what they can
And the weak suffering what they must?
And the gas leaks
And the oil spills
And sex sells everything
And sex kills ...
Sex kills ...
Doctors' pills give you brand new ills
And the bills bury you like an avalanche
And lawyers haven't been this popular
Since Robespierre slaughtered half of France!
And Indian chiefs with their old beliefs know
The balance is undone-crazy ions-
You can feel it out in traffic;
Everyone hates everyone!
And the gas leaks
And the oil spills
And sex sells everything
And sex kills ...
Sex kills ...
All these jackoffs at the office
The rapist in the pool
Oh and the tragedies in the nurseries-
Little kids packin' guns to school
The ulcerated ozone
These tumors of the skin-
This hostile sun beating down on
This massive mess we're in!
And the gas leaks
And the oil spills
And sex sells everything
And sex kills ...
Sex kills ...
Sex kills ...
Sex kills ...
Sex kills ...
Lyric: Mitchell Joni
http://www.poemhunter.com/song/sex-kills/
TWO SNOWFLAKES
Two snowflakes met within a cloud
In mists of winter's space
He, a flake of icy white
And she, a star of lace
The cloud was heavy, winds were strong
In dark mid-winter night
Then both held hands and tried to
Stay together in the flight
Then tumbling down they lost their grip
He kept in sight her face
He said, I'll find you on the ground,
My crystal star of lace
In dawning hour the sun arose
The flake looked near and far
Rising with each whispering wisp
To find his crystal star
And there she was, lit by the sun
So delicate and clear
Among the millions, only one
He wanted to be near
Then children came outside to play
To build a man of snow
She said this is the end for us
For I have got to go
They wrapped her in a ball of snow
Which then became a face
She sparkled in the morning light
This crystal star of lace
He too was packed into the cheek
And both remained for days
She said what will become of us
In sun's now warming rays
He said the sun will melt us both
And to the ground we'll fall
But I will not forget your face,
The brightest star of all
I'll follow you to nearby streams
And into rivers flow
I'll follow you into the sea
Wherever you may go
One day we'll rise together in
the haze of summer heat
And somewhere in a cloud of white
The two of us will meet
The winds will send us onward
To the place of winter storm
You'll form into a crystal star
With frozen heart so warm
Above the January earth
In gatherings of mist
I'll find you there, my star of lace
Just waiting to be kissed
by Elizabeth Santos
i think this is a love poem because the "female" snowflake only wants to be with one special snowflake and won't rest until shes with him again.
Do I Love You
Can you see how much I love you
Is it showing in my eyes?
Can you tell by the things I do
Or when we talk..all my sighs?
There's no way to conceal,
what i'm feeling for you know.
All i feel this love is real
you stole my heart somehow!
The way you're so romantic,
you're sexy and smart.
The way you tease with antics
I love each and every part.
Your eyes can put me in a trance,
Your voice sweeter than an angels' song.
All it takes is just one glance,
And I'm restless all night long.
You're my honey, my sweetie, my baby
You know you are my friend.
If I'm lucky, well then maybe
Our love will never end!
1999 By~Mau Mau~
Copyright
6/1/99
Type of poem: Lyric
HE HOLDS ME WHEN I CRY...
HE MAKES ME SMILE WITH HIS EYES..
SHARES MY HOPES, DREAMS, AND FEARS..
HE WIPES AWAY ALL MY TEARS...
I LOVE HIM WITH OUT REGRET...
I JUST HAVEN'TFOUND HIM YET!
Do I Love You
Can you see how much I love you
Is it showing in my eyes?
Can you tell by the things I do
Or when we talk..all my sighs?
There's no way to conceal,
what i'm feeling for you know.
All i feel this love is real
you stole my heart somehow!
The way you're so romantic,
you're sexy and smart.
The way you tease with antics
I love each and every part.
Your eyes can put me in a trance,
Your voice sweeter than an angels' song.
All it takes is just one glance,
And I'm restless all night long.
You're my honey, my sweetie, my baby
You know you are my friend.
If I'm lucky, well then maybe
Our love will never end!
1999 By~Mau Mau~
Copyright
6/1/99
Type of poem: Lyric
pinkhater_blueblack@yahoo.com
Kasey Almanza
This is the best poem ever WRIITEN!!!!
Here lies Victor,
I knew we should have gave him his Chicken Noodle Soup with a soda on the side.
Type of poem=EPITAPH
Victor Del Toro
Love, Love, Love, in Love...
Love is the salt, in the life-meal
If you taste it unsalted, many times hurt you feel
Love is something real, you cant pretend
If you have no feelings, give it an end
Love is a combination, that join two
Makes them one with passion true
Love is to feel good with all your deeds
When the phrase 'crazy change' your life leeds
Yiannis Baki
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-love-love-in-love/
Jose Camarillo
Mr. Saunder
Here is my lyric poem.
DADDY PLEASE!
Now she hasn't slept in weeks she doesn't want to close her eyes cause she is scared that he'll leave
daddy,daddy please stay , I'll do anything to keep you
daddy,daddy no way , don't you see how much I need you
Daddy ,daddy I want to be with you everyday please ,daddy, for you I'll pray
I'll clean my room , try hard at school
I'll be good I promise you
please don't let him go , i'm begging you so
I'll go through the night,
holding you real tight come on daddy please I love you more than anything in the world
Daddy Please stay and don't go
TYPE OF POEM:LYRIC
VIRIDIANA SOLANO,I WROTE THIS!
Mrs. Basham, Heres my lyric hope ya like it.....
Carlos De La Cerda Jr.
Source:http//:www.lyrics.com/
Artist: 3 Doors Down
Work: Let Me Go
One more kiss could be the best thing
But one more lie could be the worst
And all these thoughts are never resting
And you're not something I deserve
In my head there's only you now
This world falls on me
In this world there's real and make believe
And this seems real to me
[Chorus]
You love me but you dont know who I am
I'm tore between this life I lead and where I stand
And you love me but you dont know who I am
So let me go
Let me go
I dream ahead to what I hope for
And I turn my back on loving you
How can this love be a good thing
When I know what I'm goin through
In my head there's only you now
This world falls on me
In this world there's real and make believe
And this seems real to me
[Chorus]
You love me but you dont know who I am
I'm tore between this life I lead and where I stand
You love me but you dont know who I am
So let me go
Just Let me goo...
Let me go
And no matter how hard I try
I can't escape these things inside I know
I knowww..
When all the pieces fall apart
You will be the only one who knows
Who knows
[Chorus]
You love me but you dont know who I am
I'm tore between this life I lead and where I stand
And you love me but you dont know Who I am
So let me go
Just let me go
and you me but you dont
you love me but you dont
you love me but you dont know who I am
and you love me but you dont
you love me but you dont
you love me but you dont know me
Source:http//:www.lyrics.com/
Artist: 3 Doors Down
Work: Let Me Go
BOY HITS CAR LYRICS
"Love Core (Welcome To)"
Oh...
All my life I never wanted to cause pain
To anyone, but these words are in vain.
She's grown as angry as a furious night sky.
So gather, children, and prepare me for the sacrifice.
The sun is full of heat; it requires retribution
What happened to love slash evolution?
See me standing naked in a pool of my blood.
Prepare yourselves as the tears gather for the flood.
But, don't you wonder
If I love her.
Don't you wonder,
If I love her.
Don't you ever think I didn't care
Oh, welcome to love core.
Now my friend all these thoughts have traveled through my mind.
You can kill, so are you ready to die?
We are forever walking nearest the flood we despise.
Now I feel like the fucker who lives or dies.
Feels like the care is rusting in a *wither*
Love's redemption can't defy the ocean
Sometimes it seems like a little bliss is full of loss
Gather, children, come and carry me to the cross
But, don't you wonder
If I love her.
Don't you ever
Think I cared.
Don't you wonder,
If I love her.
Don't you ever think I didn't care
Oh, welcome to love core. *it's great*
*Another salt in her hand*
But she peels off my skin.
Oh, welcome to love core.
Gotta give up!
All my life I never wanted to cause pain
To anyone, but these words are in vain.
She's grown as angry as a furious night sky.
So gather, children, and prepare me for the sacrifice.
The sun is full of heat; requires retribution
What happened to love slash evolution?
See me standing naked in a pool of my blood
Prepare yourselves as the tears gather for the flood
Don't you wonder,
If I love her.
Don't you ever think I didn't care
Oh, welcome to love core.
Lovecore
[Thanks to bryan_vanoosten@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
[Thanks to lil_miss_funky_munky@hotmail.com, Cybrid5@aol.com for correcting these lyrics]
Jose Camarillo
Here Without You
A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me
The miles just keep rollin'
As the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated
But I hope that it gets better as we go
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl its only you and me
Everything I know, and anywhere I go
It gets hard but it wont take away my love
And when the last one falls
When it's all said and done
It gets hard but it wont take away my love
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl its only you and me
3 Doors Down
http://www.lyricz.com/ar/al/here-without-you/song-444547.html
Mrs.Basham,
Here is a lyric.
-Olivia Gorena
NEVER MEANT TO BREAK YOUR HEART
By: Underoath
Tears run down my face just like the last
No different from yesterday
Sick from the mirror
Do these prayers feel sincere
The dirt never washes clear
You were good, so good
I grew to love your lies
Until I put you in the past
Love was lust until he revealed
The man behund the mask
Will the scars go away
In this world I have no place
Forgive me Jesus this time I cry
I rip my heart outto give to you
Alone it never did me any good
Hold me close, wash my mind
Destroy the me that lives inside
Mrs.Basham,
Here is a ballad,hopefully.
-Olivia Gorena
DAMN REGRET
By: The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
The moon is shining bright
The mood is feeling right
I'll kiss you on your neck
People will stare but we won't care
We're high above the ground
We're nowhere to be found
Empowered by adrenaline
Feel I've been born again
Again, I am repeating myself
And I know it is kind for you
To sit and pretend
[Chorus:]
Damn regret, I'll try to forget
Don't worry about me 'cause I'm refined
Cast my line to see what's behind
Did you think you'd persuade me to let you go?
I'm wishing you were here
My weakness is my fear
Alone I am myself
No reason left for me to care
Distracted by the sound
I hear footsteps all around
Empowered by adrenaline
Feel I've been born again
Again, I am repeating myself
And I know it is kind for you
To sit and pretend
[Chorus]
You're the only one I turn to
When I feel like no one's there
And when I'm lonely in my darkest hour
You give me the power
To sit and pretend
[Chorus]
Did you think I'd forget?
Did you think I'd surrender myself to persuade you to let me go?
Did you think I'd forget?
Did you think I'd surrender myself to persuade you to let me go?
Hi Mrs. Basham this is Jessica hope you like my poem!
Broken Heart
I gave you my trust,
I gave you my heart,
and all you can say back
is sorry but I just can’t stop,
my heart feels so empty
and lonely but I can't forgive what they told me.
You told me you loved me,
you told me I was the only one,
but now I found out that
there is another one.
There I saw you smiling and satisfied but then finding out
it wasn’t me.
My heart feels so empty
with out your love
but I can’t decide weather we should go back.
I gave too many chances
but it was a big mistake
you took advantage of me
and now you use it
for all your complains.
Today I saw you and told you
I loved you, now I regret it, I wish I hadn’t said that to you!
My love to you is no longer there, you used me, abused me,
and now you want me back,
that's no longer me,
no more chances for you baby!
Type of poem: Free Verse
By: Jessica Hernandez
jessica_pitcher9@yahoo.com
HEY!! i hope you like this lyric =]
A Fire I Can't Put Out [Top]
I'm finding out how hot an old flame can burn.
You're a feeling I haven't forgot, the love I can't unlearn.
You've become a memory I can't live without.
You'll always be a fire I can't put out.
Chorus:
I don't know how to handle the dream you left behind.
It's like a lighted candle burning up my mind.
At least I'm happy knowing what love is all about.
You'll always be a fire I can't put out.
Embers to ashes, that's how it should be.
You’d think by now my heart would know, and it could set you free.
The things I've tried, the tears I've cried, I guess there's no doubt
You'll always be a fire I can't put out.
Repeat Chorus:
You'll always be a fire I can't put out
Author: George Strait
Source:http://www.lyrics007.com/George%20Strait%20Lyrics/A%20Fire%20I%20Cant%20Put%20Out%20Lyrics.html
Posted by: Kassy Salas
type of poem: lyric
hey miss Basham dis my lyrics have fun
09. Breaking The Habit 03:16
Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
[Unless I try to start again]
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That i'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit
Tonight
Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again
I'll paint it on the walls
'Cause i'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm breaking the habit
Breaking the Habit
Tonight
Notes: Mike had been trying to write a song around this lyrical idea for over five years. He tried this theme a number of times, but nothing seemed to do the song justice. Meanwhile, during the process of putting together this album, Mike began workng on an interlude, crossing a digitally manipulated but with strings and piano. Unexpectedly, Brad and Joe suggested that Mike turn the two-minute interlude into a full song. Tentatively titled "Drawing," the piece was extended to three minutes and 16 seconds when Mike took it home to write lyrics. In less than two hours, the lyrics that he had been trying to put together for years fell into place. With some finishing touches, live piano, and live strings, the song was finally complete - six years in the making.
"The Emerald Isle"
by Elizabeth Santos from Pottstown, PA
e-mail: escheffey@aol.com
THE EMERALD ISLE
Before the days of knights and dragons on the Emerald Isle it's said
Lived the ghastly Beast of Bristles, some have called it "Isle of Dead"
None have come back from this island, all who tried were spiked and burned
That is why some folks still say it is "The Isle of no return"
It's a place of velvet meadows, lovely hills and snow white sand
What is now the Emerald Isle once was christened "No Man's Land"
All had great desire to live there, but somehow they couldn't wrench
This wasted land from Beast of Bristles' slimy snout and sultry stench
This creature lived a thousand years, a thousand more he would remain
A thorn of hope, a spike of fate, the bristled spear of life's disdain
For dreaded monster, though he be, across the isle he spread his waste
The Beast of Bristles made the isle the earth's most fruitful, fertile place
Every youth had in a vision conquering the Bristly beast
Every one who tread the isle became a bristled beastly feast
The folks had gathered in the hall deciding that a hundred men
Would cross the channel late at night and trap him in the creature's den
A hundred men with swords and spears and catapults to smash his brains
The most skilled fighters, slingshots, rocks, every weapon they could name
They came upon the monster's home, the cavern wreaked of beastly grime
Surrounding it, they waited for a signal in a moment's time
The beast emerged from out the cave, the moonlight shown his ugly head
So shocked were they who witnessed live the beast, more gruesome than was said
The sign was given, the battle cry, the spears and rocks and arrows flew
But spiky bristles by the thousands was a force they couldn't outdo
The dead men numbered ninety nine speared and singed, a warrior's plight
One escaped to tell the tale of beast impossible to fight
Then one young man stood up and claimed the Beast of Bristles would be killed
He'd squelch the fire from his nostrils, leave him eyeless and dequilled
Laughter echoed in the tavern, jokes spread wildly through the town
How could a novice gypsy traveler put a Beast of Bristles down?
So young and thin, no warrior he who claimed the animal would die
They watched him board a little craft with just one arrow by his side
The laughter rose with visions of a scrawny lad upon a barge
With bow and arrow by his side to kill an animal so large
They laughed away the day and night and drank as jokes flew through the air
A gypsy with one single arrow, what a joke beyond compare
The boy, meanwhile was coming close, he gasped for breath in musky stench
The Beast of Bristles soon appeared, the boy hid in a nearby trench
The monster was not fooled at all he clamored in his awkward gate
Knowing what would lie ahead, the tragedy of youngster's fate
He then appeared above the boy, bristles poised to swiftly fly
He opened wide his fiery mouth and fury marked his evil eye
The boy within a second's time shot an arrow through the air
A secret poison gypsy potion handed down to gypsy heir
The bristles of the beast fell off and underneath this spiky shield
There was an ugly wormy creature, not a weapon left to wield
The boy returned upon a barge with ugly monster head in tow
He was the hero of all time, the rest's a story we all know
They settled on the Emerald Isle that will remain forever green
And this must be an Irish tale, I heard it from a sweet colleen
hey miss Bashom check dis out it is long but it is good. dis my ballad.
THE
T H O R N.
I.
There is a thorn; it looks so old,
In truth you'd find it hard to say,
How it could ever have been young,
It looks so old and grey.
Not higher than a two-year's child,
It stands erect this aged thorn;
No leaves it has, no thorny points;
It is a mass of knotted joints,
A wretched thing forlorn.
It stands erect, and like a stone
With lichens it is overgrown.
II.
Like rock or stone, it is o'ergrown
With lichens to the very top,
And hung with heavy tufts of moss,
A melancholy crop:
Up from the earth these mosses creep,
And this poor thorn they clasp it round
So close, you'd say that they were bent
With plain and manifest intent,
To drag it to the ground;
And all had joined in one endeavour
To bury this poor thorn for ever.
III.
High on a mountain's highest ridge,
Where oft the stormy winter gale
Cuts like a scythe, while through the clouds
It sweeps from vale to vale;
Not five yards from the mountain-path,
This thorn you on your left espy;
And to the left, three yards beyond,
You see a little muddy pond
Of water, never dry;
I've measured it from side to side:
'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide.
IV.
And close beside this aged thorn,
There is a fresh and lovely sight,
A beauteous heap, a hill of moss,
Just half a foot in height.
All lovely colours there you see.
All colours that were ever seen,
And mossy network too is there,
As if by hand of lady fair
The work had woven been,
And cups, the darlings of the eye,
So deep is their vermilion dye.
V.
Ah me! what lovely tints are there!
Of olive-green and scarlet bright,
In spikes, in branches, and in stars,
Green, red, and pearly white.
This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss,
Which close beside the thorn you see,
So fresh in all its beauteous dyes,
As like as like can be:
But never, never any where,
An infant's grave was half so fair.
VI.
Now would you see this aged thorn,
This pond and beauteous hill of moss,
You must take care and chuse your time
The mountain when to cross.
For oft there sits, between the heap
That's like an infant's grave in size,
And that same pond of which I spoke,
A woman in a scarlet cloak,
And to herself she cries,
"Oh misery! Oh misery!
"Oh woe is me! oh misery!"
VII.
At all times of the day and night
This wretched woman thither goes,
And she is known to every star,
And every wind that blows;
And there beside the thorn she sits
When the blue day-light's in the skies,
And when the whirlwind's on the hill,
Or frosty air is keen and still,
And to herself she cries,
"Oh misery! oh misery!
"Oh woe is me! oh misery!"
VIII.
"Now wherefore thus, by day and night,
"In rain, in tempest, and in snow,
"Thus to the dreary mountain-top
"Does this poor woman go?
"And why sits she beside the thorn
"When the blue day-light's in the sky,
"Or when the whirlwind's on the hill,
"Or frosty air is keen and still,
"And wherefore does she cry?--
"Oh wherefore" wherefore? tell me why
"Does she repeat that doleful cry?"
IX.
I cannot tell; I wish I could;
For the true reason no one knows,
But if you'd gladly view the spot,
The spot to which she goes;
The heap that's like an infant grave,
The pond--and thorn, so old and grey,
Pass by her door--tis seldom shut--
And if you see her in her hut,
Then to the spot away!--
I never heard of such as dare
Approach the spot when she is there.
X.
"But wherefore to the mountain-top
"Can this unhappy woman go,
"Whatever star is in the skies,
"Whatever wind may blow?"
Nay rack your brain--'tis all in vain,
I'll tell you every thing I know;
But to the thorn, and to the pond
Which is a little step beyond,
I wish that you would go:
Perhaps when you are at the place
You something of her tale may trace.
XI.
I'll give you the best help I can:
Before you up the mountain go,
Up to the dreary mountain-top,
I'll tell you all I know.
'Tis now some two and twenty years,
Since she (her name is Martha Ray)
Gave with a maiden's true good will
Her company to Stephen Hill;
And she was blithe and gay,
And she was happy, happy still
Whene'er she thought of Stephen Hill.
XII.
And they had fix'd the wedding-day,
The morning that must wed them both;
But Stephen to another maid
Had sworn another oath;
And with this other maid to church
Unthinking Stephen went--
Poor Martha! on that woful day
A cruel, cruel fire, they say,
Into her bones was sent:
It dried her body like a cinder,
And almost turn'd her brain to tinder.
XIII.
They say, full six months after this,
While yet the summer-leaves were green,
She to the mountain-top would go,
And there was often seen.
'Tis said, a child was in her womb,
As now to any eye was plain;
She was with child, and she was mad,
Yet often she was sober sad
From her exceeding pain.
Oh me! ten thousand times I'd rather
That he had died, that cruel father!
XIV.
Sad case for such a brain to hold
Communion with a stirring child!
Sad case, as you may think, for one
Who had a brain so wild!
Last Christmas when we talked of this,
Old Farmer Simpson did maintain,
That in her womb the infant wrought
About its mother's heart, and brought
Her senses back again:
And when at last, her time drew near,
Her looks were calm, her senses clear.
XV.
No more I know, I wish I did,
And I would tell it all to you;
For what became of this poor child
There's none that ever knew:
And if a child was born or no,
There's no one that could ever tell;
And if 'twas born alive or dead,
There's no one knows, as I have said,
But some remember well,
That Martha Ray about this time
Would up the mountain often climb.
XVI.
And all that winter, when at night
The wind blew from the mountain-peak,
'Twas worth your while, though in the dark,
The church-yard path to seek:
For many a time and oft were heard
Cries coming from the mountain-head,
Some plainly living voices were,
And others, I've heard many swear,
Were voices of the dead:
I cannot think, whate'er they say,
They had to do with Martha Ray.
XVII.
But that she goes to this old thorn,
The thorn which I've described to you,
And there sits in a scarlet cloak,
I will be sworn is true.
For one day with my telescope,
To view the ocean wide and bright,
When to this country first I came,
Ere I had heard of Martha's name,
I climbed the mountain's height:
A storm came on, and I could see
No object higher than my knee.
XVIII.
Twas mist and rain, and storm and rain,
No screen, no fence could I discover,
And then the wind! in faith, it was
A wind full ten times over.
I looked around, I thought I saw
A jutting crag, and off I ran,
Head-foremost, through the driving rain,
The shelter of the crag to gain,
And, as I am a man,
Instead of jutting crag, I found
A woman seated on the ground.
XIX.
I did not speak--I saw her face,
Her face it was enough for me;
I turned about and heard her cry,
"O misery! O misery!"
And there she sits, until the moon
Through half the clear blue sky will go,
And when the little breezes make
The waters of the pond to shake,
As all the country know,
She shudders and you hear her cry,
"Oh misery! oh misery!
XX.
"But what's the thorn? and what's the pond?
"And what's the hill of moss to her?
"And what's the creeping breeze that comes
"The little pond to stir?"
I cannot tell; but some will say
he hanged her baby on the tree,
Some say she drowned it in the pond,
Which is a little step beyond,
But all and each agree,
The little babe was buried there,
Beneath that hill of moss so fair.
XXI.
I've heard the scarlet moss is red
With drops of that poor infant's blood;
But kill a new-born infant thus!
I do not think she could.
Some say, if to the pond you go,
And fix on it a steady view,
The shadow of a babe you trace,
A baby and a baby's face,
And that it looks at you;
Whene'er you look on it, 'tis plain
The baby looks at you again.
XXII.
And some had sworn an oath that she
Should be to public justice brought;
And for the little infant's bones
With spades they would have sought.
But then the beauteous hill of moss
Before their eyes began to stir;
And for full fifty yards around,
The grass it shook upon the ground;
But all do still aver
The little babe is buried there,
Beneath that hill of moss so fair.
XXIII.
I cannot tell how this may be,
But plain it is, the thorn is bound
With heavy tufts of moss, that strive
To drag it to the ground.
And this I know, full many a time,
When she was on the mountain high,
By day, and in the silent night,
When all the stars shone clear and bright,
That I have heard her cry,
"Oh misery! Oh misery!
"O woe is me! oh misery!"
Hi Mrs.Basham, this is a SONNET i found. http://www.poemsforfree.com/in8th.html
-Kristian Barrientes
In Eighth Grade My Best Friend Passed Away
In eighth grade my best friend passed away.
He isn't gone, of course. I have him here
With me, within my heart, as I do always.
How beautiful that people are so dear
To one another! For all my life I'll love him.
Only one small part of us dies. The rest
Lives on in others. We are music within
Music. Nor do we ever hear the best
Of us, which sings in other hearts, a chorus
Of angels! However much I miss him, he sings
Here now, my friend, in me, to you, for us,
Still breathing in the beauty that he brings.
Love lives forever passed along, and we
All are blessed to live, to love, to be.
Hi Mrs.Basham, this is another SONNET i found.
-Kristian Barrientes
http://www.poemsforfree.com/crush.html
A Teenage Girl's First Crush
A teenage girl's first crush is . . . well, crushing.
Her body isn't hers, nor is her mind.
She finds herself shivering, shaking, blushing,
Weak, tormented, sick, and going blind.
And why? Because some guy might look her way,
Then cast his eyes as quickly to the ground;
Some special one, for reasons she can't say,
Whose voice makes her feel faint when he's around.
But now my crush on you has been returned,
And so the two of us stand on some brink:
It can't be love so young, and yet we've learned
Love does its will, no matter what we think.
Slowly, slowly now--we mustn't rush:
Let's enjoy this first sweet teenage crush.
RONDEL.
FRANCOIS VILLON, 1460
GOODBYE! the tears are in my eyes;
Farewell, farewell, my prettiest;
Farewell, of women born the best;
Good-bye! the saddest of good-byes.
Farewell! with many vows and sighs
My sad heart leaves you to your rest;
Farewell! the tears are in my eyes;
Farewell! from you my miseries
Are more than now may be confessed,
And most by thee have I been blessed,
Yea, and for thee have wasted sighs;
Goodbye! the last of my goodbyes.
Pablo Faz
Ballad
RONDEL.
FRANCOIS VILLON, 1460
GOODBYE! the tears are in my eyes;
Farewell, farewell, my prettiest;
Farewell, of women born the best;
Good-bye! the saddest of good-byes.
Farewell! with many vows and sighs
My sad heart leaves you to your rest;
Farewell! the tears are in my eyes;
Farewell! from you my miseries
Are more than now may be confessed,
And most by thee have I been blessed,
Yea, and for thee have wasted sighs;
Goodbye! the last of my goodbyes.
http://www.worldwideschool.org/library/books/lit/poetry/BalladsLyricsandPoemsofOldFrance/chap2.html
listen to these PLEAASEEE!!
THE POSTAL SERVICE - THE DISTRICT SLEEPS ALONE TONIGHT.
http://media.subpop.com/downloads/free/The_District_Sleeps_Alone_Tonight238.mp3
say hi to your mom - lets talk about space.
http://www.sayhitoyourmom.com/005_sayhi_spaceships.mp3
straylight run - existenalisim on prom night
http://archive.victoryrecords.com/Audio868/DL/StraylightRun_prom.mp3
bright eyes - gold mind gutted
http://www.saddle-creek.com/sounds/BrightEyes_GoldMineGutted.mp3
<3
Love is...
Love is...
Love is a feeling that is so sweet
Love is a feeling that you cannot beat
Love is a feeling that you feel deep
Love is...
Love is a challenge you have to face
Love is an emotion you must embrace
Love is a topic that stays on your case
Love is...
Love is an issue that cannot be ignored
Love is around when things get bored
Love is like a bird ready to soar
Love is...
Love is around when times get bad
Love is there when you get sad
Love is really all you ever had
Love is...
Love is me and love is you
Love is made not by one but by two
Love is the feeling felt by you
Love is...
shamika thompson
source:http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-2/
title:Love is...
Lyric: Strangers in the Night
Source:http://www.lyricsfreak.com
Writer(s): kaempfert/singleton/snyder
Strangers in the night exchanging glances
Wondering in the night
What were the chances we'd be sharing love
Before the night was through.
Something in your eyes was so inviting,
Something in you smile was so exciting,
Something in my heart,
Told me I must have you.
Strangers in the night, two lonely people
We were strangers in the night
Up to the moment
When we said our first hello.
Little did we know
Love was just a glance away,
A warm embracing dance away and -
Ever since that night weve been together.
Lovers at first sight, in love forever.
It turned out so right,
For strangers in the night.
:
Oh, do you know the mountain road
That leads to yonder peak?
A few will walk that trail alone,
Their dreams they go to seek.
(1)
One such was Marian Blacktree,
A lowly sheperdess,
And courting her was Tom, the swain,
Who loved her nonetheless.
(2)
A thought occurred to Marian
While watching o'er her sheep,
And gazing at the mountain thus
She nodded off to sleep.
(Refrain)
(3)
That night she came to Tom and said
She longed to know the sky.
"I'm weary of this valley, love,
I want to learn to fly!"
(4)
Poor Thomas did not want to leave,
This valley was all he knew.
So when she turned and left him there
Her heart, it broke in two.
(Refrain)
(5)
Her faithful swain did track her,
All night the trail led on,
And finally at the mountain top
He looked, but she was gone.
(6)
As morning broke and lit the sky
An eagle he did see:
It circled 'round him thrice and cried.
He knew now she was fre
mrs. basham can you send me your email?
i want to show you a couple of things i found.
cherrehhmachete@yahoo.com
thnx
Nikki
Ballad: Ballad Of Cat Ballou Lyrics
Source: www.sing365.com
Written: Mack David and Music by Jerry Livingston
Well now friends just lend an ear
For you're now about to hear
The ballad of Cat Ballou
It's a song that's newly made
And Professor Sam The Shade
And the Sunrise Kid are singin' it for you
Cat Ballou, Cat Ballou
It's a hangin' day in Wolf City, Wyomin'
Wolf City, Wyomin', eighteen ninety four
They're gonna drop Cat Ballou
Through the gallows floor
She killed a man in Wolf City, Wyomin'
Wolf City, Wyomin', killed a man it's true
And that is why they're a-hangin'
Hangin' Cat Ballou
She has the smile of an angel
(Fights like the Devil)
The eyes of an angel
(Bites like the Devil)
The face of an angel
(I say she's the Devil)
(She's mean and evil through and through)
Cat Ballou, Cat Ball-ou-ou-ou
She's mean and evil through and through
With her outlaw band they're now tellin' a story
Now tellin' a story how she rode the plain
The wildest gal in the We-est
Since Calamity Jane
And today's the day that she's goin' to glory
She's goin' to glory for the way she sinned
They'll be a-speedin' her soul
On a wayward wind
She has the smile of an angel
(Fights like the Devil)
The eyes of an angel
(Bites like the Devil)
The face of an angel
(I say she's the Devil)
(She's mean and evil through and through)
Cat Ballou (Cat Ballou)
Cat Ball-ou-ou-ou (Cat Ballou)
She's mean and evil through and through
Cat Ballou, Cat Ball-ou-ou-ou
She's mean and evil through and through
Shoes
Big Shoes, small shoes
Flat Shoes, fat shoes
Navy shoes, wavy shoes
New shoes, blue shoes
Short shoes, long shoes
Old shoes, bold shoes
Squeaky shoes, leaky shoes
Running shoes, stunning shoes
Curly shoes, whirly shoes
Witty shoes, pretty shoes
Shoes great and small
Shoes tiny, short and small
Shoes I love them all
Written Monday May 2006
sarah clifford
josh Castillo
i messed up woth the laast one
Reflection
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why do I look in you, at all,
For all I see is the same old me,
And not how I so want to be.
Mirror, mirror on the stairs,
Why do you show me many years,
A face with wrinkles everywhere,
Would anybody like my share.
Mirror, mirror near my bed,
In you I look with certain dread,
For creams and potions just don't work,
Behind them still the wrinkles lurk.
Mirror, mirror in the hall,
Seeing you makes me recall,
That I am now of senior age,
Well stuck into the wrinkles stage.
Mirror, mirror by the door,
How I hate you more and more,
I'm having to look the other way,
When my reflection's on display.
Ernestine Northover
http://poemhunter.com/poem/reflection/
Ballad
Dreaming of You
Late at night when all the world is sleeping
I stay up and think of you
And I wish on a star that somewhere you are
Thinking of me too
Cause I’m dreaming of you tonight
Till tomorrow, I’ll be holding you tight
And there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be
Than here in my room dreaming about you and me
Wonder if you ever see me and i
Wonder if you know I’m there (am I there, am i? )
If you looked in my eyes would you see what’s inside
Would you even care?
I just wanna hold you close but so far
All I have are dreams of you
So I wait for the day (wait for the day)
To take the courage to say how much I love you
Yes I do
I’ll be dreaming of you tonight
Till tomorrow, I’ll be holding you tight
And there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be
Than here in my room dreaming about you and me
Corazón
No puedo dejar de pensar en ti
Como te necesito
Mi amor, como te extraño
(translation:
Sweetheart
I can’t stop thinking of you
How I need you
My love, how I miss you)
Late at night when all the world is sleeping
I stay up and think of you
And I still can’t believe
That you came up to me and said I love you
I love you too
Now I’m dreaming with you tonight
Till tomorrow (till tomorrow) and for all of my life
And there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be
Than here in my room
Dreaming with you endlessly
Selena
http://poemhunter.com/song/dreaming-of-you/
robert flores
lyric
The Magic Shoes
IT was stiller, dimmer twilight—
amber toornin’ into gold,
Like young maidens’ hairs get yellow
und more dark as dey crow old;
Und dere shtood a high ruine
vhere de Donau rooshed along,
All lofely, yet neclected—
like an oldt und silent song.
Out shpoke der Ritter Breitmann,
“Ven I hafe not forgot,
Ich kenn an anciendt shtory
of dis inderesdin shpot,
Of the Deutscher Middleolter
vot de Minnesingers sung,
Ven dot olt ruine oben
vas a-bloomin, fair, und yung.
“Vonce dere lifed a noble fräulein—
fery peautiful vas she,
More ash twendy dimes goot lookin—
it is in de historie;
Und mit more ash forty quarters
on her woppenshield, dot men
Might beholdt mitout a discount
she vas of de upper ten.
“But dough lofely as an angel,
mit eyes of turkos plue,
She vas cruel ash a teufel,
und de vorst man efer knew.
Vonce ven a nople young one
kneeled down to her mit lofe,
She kicket him mit her slipper
und oopset him on de shtove.
“Und said, ‘I do refuse you,
as you may plainly see;
Und from dis day henseforvart
mine refuse you shall pe,
Und when I do run afder you
like dogs run afder men,
Den I vill pe your vife, yung man—
boot keep avay dill denn!’
“He lishten to her crimly,
and no single vort he said,
Boot de bitter dings she spoken
poot der teufel in his head;
For she hafe not learned de visdom,
vich is alvays safe and sound,
‘Don’t go to pourin’ water on a mouse
ven id ist trowned.’
“Vonce, at de end of autoom,
ven de vind vos bitter cold,
Dis maiden out a-ridin’
met a voman poor and old;
Her feets vere bare and pleedin’,
and she said, ‘Ah! ton’t refuse
To gife me, nople lady,
yoosht de vorst of your oldt shoes!’
“De lady boorst out laughin’,
‘Fool here, or fool me dere,
You give to me a couple,
I gives to you a pair.’
Denn she rode avay a-laughin’;
de old voman says ‘I wete,
I’ll give you shoes, my lady,
dot vill fit your soul and feet!’
“Dis voman vas a vitchè,
an bitter one dere to,
All dot vot she had shpoken
she light enough could do;
De Ritter did not know it,
but he told her of his love,
And how dot shkornful lady
hat oopset him mit de shtove.
“Out spoke de grimme witchè,
‘She shall pay dee well to boot,
If yo pring to me de measure
of dat lady’s liddle foot.’
He got it from her shoemaker,
and gafe id to de vitch,
Denn she gafe it to de damsel
pooty soon as hot as pitch.
“Von morn de lofely lady,
on openin’ her toor,
Found de nicest pair of gaiter boots
she efer saw pefore;
Dey vitted her exoctly—
mitouten any doubt—
Boot, mein Gott! how she vas shrocken
ven dey ’gun to valk apout!
“Und ash de poots go valkin’,
like de buds go mit de stem,
It vollowed dot de lady
had to valk apout in dem.
Dey took her out into de street—
dey run her on de road,
Bym-by she saw a man ahead
vot led her vhere she goed.
“Vhen he vent valkin’ longsome
denn longsome vas her pace,
Vhen he roon like a greyhound
she skompered in a race;
He led her o’er de moundains
und cross de lonely plain,
Until de evenin’ shadows,
ven he took her home again.
“Denn she dink mit hate and fury
of dis man she used to skoff,
Und den go at de gaiters—
boot she couldn’t pull dem off,
She vork mit all de servants,
boot ‘tvasent any use,
Und so she hafe to go to bett—
a-shleepin’ in her shoes.
“Next mornin’ off dey shtarted,
apout de broke of day,
Den he led her to a castle
in de woods and far away,
And shpeak to her, ‘My lady—
I dink at last you see
Dat de dime has come in earnesdt
vhen you’ve cot to vollow me!’
“Oh vat ish female nature?
Oh vat ish mortal pride?
How all dot shtands de firmest
most quickly shlips aside
De cloudts dot o’er de moundains
look shkornful at de plain,
Ere long mit shtormy wetter
come toomble down in rain.
“So de storm-cloud of Superbia
vhich shweep her soul above,
Vas meltet mit his shternness
and be-turn�d into love,
As his words like donner wetter
croshed ven de lightnin’ flies,
So downward coom de torrents
of dear trops from her eyes.
“Und she gry, ‘Mit shame I own it,
to say de fery least,
I gonfess dat in dis matter
I hafe acted like a peast;
Ven I made of you my refuse,
I dinked it no account,
But now de pack is on my back
it seems a big amount.
“’But if you vish to ved me,
I vill do vat you require.
He answered, ‘Now you’re talkin’—
dot is yoost vot I tesire,
For I am very willin’,
and you do not refuse,
Boot remember vot you bromised—
send de vitch a pair of shoes!’
“She answered, ‘I vill follow
verever you may go,
All ofer hills and falleys,
in sunshine, rain, or schnow,
All over in der Welt, dear,
I’ll vander on vith thee,
I do not care how rough de road
or dark de path may be!
“’Or in de bloomin’ meadows,
vhere de grass is soft and sweet,
Or in de rocky passes,
vhere de stones are under veet,
Or if I vear de shoes, love,
vitch you hafe given me,
Or if I moost go barefoot,
is all de same to me.’
“He drew away de gaiters.
She said, ‘As I’m rich
I vill fill dem both mit money,
and take dem to de vitch.’
Ja wohl, she saw die Hexe,
and takin’ her aside,
She danked her for de lesson
vot hat dook avay her pride.
“On de vay vhen dey vere married,
how vere dey all erstaun
To see a lofely lady
come in mit golden crown,
All in a rosy-silken dress
vot shined as pright as glass,
Said, ‘My dears, I am de vitch
dot fetch dis ding to pass.
“’You know I look so ogly vonce,
und now am peautiful,
Dot ist de vay dot all dings vork
ven folks pe dutiful.
Ash de lily toorns to vhitey
vot once vas dirty green,
So all ist fair ven virdue
ist runnin’ de machine.’”
Dis is de vondrous shtory
vot de Ritter Breitmann told
Besides the rooshin’ Danube
of de schloss so grey und old,
Vhile a shmokin’ of his meerschaum;
und till all time pe gone
The rustlin’ of de vasser
tells de tale for ever on.
Dat is an alt legende,
und yet ’Tis efer new,
Und to efery von dot hears it
it fits yoost like a shoe.
Und dis de shinin’ moral
dot in de oyster lies—
Some day you may roon after
de dings you vonce despise!
Vienna, 1888.
Aothur: Charles G. Leland
Scource:http://whitewolf.newcastle.edu.au/words/authors/L/LelandCharles/verse/breitmannballads/magicshoes.html
Type of Poetry: Ballad
Name: Katya Medina
Hi Mrs. Basham this is my ballad...this song is sung by one of favorite singers..Kenny Chesney and I got this song at
http://www.maries-country-music-island.com/LyricCorner/kennychesney/kc109.txt
......buh-bye
Miranda Marty
Who You'd Be Today
(Bill Luther/Aimee Mayo)
Sunny days seem to hurt the most.
I wear the pain like a heavy coat.
I feel you everywhere I go.
I see your smile, I see your face,
I hear you laughin' in the rain.
I still can't believe you're gone.
It ain't fair: you died too young,
Like the story that had just begun,
But death tore the pages all away.
God knows how I miss you,
All the hell I've been through,
Just knowin' no-one could take your place.
An' sometimes I wonde
Would you see the world? Would you chase your dreams?
Settle down with a family,
I wonder what would you name your babies?
Some days the sky's so blue,
I feel like I can talk to you,
An' I know it might sound drazy.
It ain't fair: you died too young,
Like the story that had just begun,
But death tore the pages all away.
God knows how I miss you,
All the hell I've been through,
Just knowin' no-one could take your place.
An' sometimes I wonder,
Who you'd be today?
Today, today, today.
Today, today, today.
Sunny days seem to hurt the most.
I wear the pain like a heavy coat.
The only thing that gives me hope,
Is I know I'll see you again some day.
Some day, some day, some day.
Hi Mrs. Basham this is my ballad...this song is sung by one of favorite singers..Kenny Chesney and I got this song at
http://www.maries-country-music-island.com/LyricCorner/kennychesney/kc109.txt
......buh-bye
Miranda Marty
Who You'd Be Today
(Bill Luther/Aimee Mayo)
Sunny days seem to hurt the most.
I wear the pain like a heavy coat.
I feel you everywhere I go.
I see your smile, I see your face,
I hear you laughin' in the rain.
I still can't believe you're gone.
It ain't fair: you died too young,
Like the story that had just begun,
But death tore the pages all away.
God knows how I miss you,
All the hell I've been through,
Just knowin' no-one could take your place.
An' sometimes I wonde
Would you see the world? Would you chase your dreams?
Settle down with a family,
I wonder what would you name your babies?
Some days the sky's so blue,
I feel like I can talk to you,
An' I know it might sound drazy.
It ain't fair: you died too young,
Like the story that had just begun,
But death tore the pages all away.
God knows how I miss you,
All the hell I've been through,
Just knowin' no-one could take your place.
An' sometimes I wonder,
Who you'd be today?
Today, today, today.
Today, today, today.
Sunny days seem to hurt the most.
I wear the pain like a heavy coat.
The only thing that gives me hope,
Is I know I'll see you again some day.
Some day, some day, some day.
'Twas on the shores that round our coast
From Deal to Ramsgate span,
That I found alone on a piece of stone
An elderly naval man.
His hair was weedy, his beard was long,
And weedy and long was he,
And I heard this wight on the shore recite,
In a singular minor key:
"Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,
And the mate of the NANCY brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig."
And he shook his fists and he tore his hair,
Till I really felt afraid,
For I couldn't help thinking the man had been drinking,
And so I simply said:
"Oh, elderly man, it's little I know
Of the duties of men of the sea,
And I'll eat my hand if I understand
However you can be
"At once a cook, and a captain bold,
And the mate of the NANCY brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig."
Then he gave a hitch to his trousers, which
Is a trick all seamen larn,
And having got rid of a thumping quid,
He spun this painful yarn:
"'Twas in the good ship NANCY BELL
That we sailed to the Indian Sea,
And there on a reef we come to grief,
Which has often occurred to me.
"And pretty nigh all the crew was drowned
(There was seventy-seven o' soul),
And only ten of the NANCY'S men
Said 'Here!' to the muster-roll.
"There was me and the cook and the captain bold,
And the mate of the NANCY brig,
And the bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig.
"For a month we'd neither wittles nor drink,
Till a-hungry we did feel,
So we drawed a lot, and, accordin' shot
The captain for our meal.
"The next lot fell to the NANCY'S mate,
And a delicate dish he made;
Then our appetite with the midshipmite
We seven survivors stayed.
"And then we murdered the bo'sun tight,
And he much resembled pig;
Then we wittled free, did the cook and me,
On the crew of the captain's gig.
"Then only the cook and me was left,
And the delicate question, 'Which
Of us two goes to the kettle?' arose,
And we argued it out as sich.
"For I loved that cook as a brother, I did,
And the cook he worshipped me;
But we'd both be blowed if we'd either be stowed
In the other chap's hold, you see.
"'I'll be eat if you dines off me,' says TOM;
'Yes, that,' says I, 'you'll be, -
'I'm boiled if I die, my friend,' quoth I;
And 'Exactly so,' quoth he.
"Says he, 'Dear JAMES, to murder me
Were a foolish thing to do,
For don't you see that you can't cook ME,
While I can - and will - cook YOU!'
"So he boils the water, and takes the salt
And the pepper in portions true
(Which he never forgot), and some chopped shalot.
And some sage and parsley too.
"'Come here,' says he, with a proper pride,
Which his smiling features tell,
''T will soothing be if I let you see
How extremely nice you'll smell.'
"And he stirred it round and round and round,
And he sniffed at the foaming froth;
When I ups with his heels, and smothers his squeals
In the scum of the boiling broth.
"And I eat that cook in a week or less,
And - as I eating be
The last of his chops, why, I almost drops,
For a wessel in sight I see!
* * * *
"And I never larf, and I never smile,
And I never lark nor play,
But sit and croak, and a single joke
I have - which is to say:
"Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,
And the mate of the NANCY brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig!'"
WS Gilbert
The Yarn of the Nancy Bell
www.poemhunter.com
joepro lyric poem
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you broke up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)
[Chorus]
[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in every bottle is gone
Victoria Arias
Lyric: [Akon:]
Shady
Konvict
Upfront
Akon
Slim Shady
I see the one, because she be that lady! Hey!
I feel you creeping on, I can see from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like tabo
and posibbly bend you over look back and watch me
[Chorus (2X)]
Smack that all on the floor
Smack that give me some more
Smack that 'till you get sore
Smack that oh-oooh!
Upfront style ready to attack now
pull in the parking lot slow with the lac down
Konvicts got the whole thing packed now
Step in the club now and wardobe intact now!
I feel it down and cracked now (ooh)
I see it dull and backed now
I'm gonna call her, than I pull the mack down
Money no problem, pocket full of that now!
I feel you creeping on, I can see from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like tabo
and posibbly bend you over look back and watch me
[Chorus (2x)]
[Eminem:]
Ooh...Looks like another club banger
They better hang on when they throw this thing on
Get a lil drink on
They gonna flip for this Akon ****
You can bank on it!
Pedicure medicure kitty-cat claws
The way she climbs up and down them poles
Looking like one of them putty-cat dolls
Trying to hold my woodie back thru my chores
Steps upstage and think I saw
Creeps up behind me, shes like "yoo"
I'm like ya I know lets cut to the chase
No time to waste back to my place
Starts from the club to the crib it's like a mile away
I'm more like a pal of shall I say
Plus I got pal of gal? his game
In fact he is the one singing the song that's playing
"Akon!"
[Akon:]
I feel you creeping on, I can see from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like tabo
and posibbly bend you over look back and watch me
[Chorus]
Eminem is rollin', d and em rollin' bo
And all marvelous them rolling
Women just holding big booty rollin'
Soon I'll be on Eminem throwin "D!"
Hittin on less than "Three!"
Block wheel style like "Whee!"
Girl I can tell you want me because lately
I feel you creeping on, I can see from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like tabo
and posibbly bend you over look back and watch me
[Chorus]
---------------
http://www.absolutelyrics.com/lyrics/view/akon/smack_that/
Ballad:
THE BALLAD OF TOM JOAD by Woodie Guthrie
Tom Joad he got out the old McAlester Pen
He got his parole
After four long years on a man killing charge
Tom Joad come walkin' down the road, poor boy
Tom Joad come walkin' down the road.
Tom Joad, he met a truck drivin' man,
And he caught him a ride
Said "I just got loose from the McAlester Pen
On a charge called homicide,
On a charge called homicide."
Well that truck rolled away in a cloud of dust
Tommy turned his face toward home.
He met Preacher Casy
And they had a little drink.
They found that his family was gone,
They found that his family was gone.
They found his mother's old fashioned shoe,
and they found his daddy's hat.
And they found little Muley, and Muley said,
"they been tractored off by the cats, Tommy boy.
They been tractored off by the cats."
Tom Joad, he walked down to the neighbor's farm,
and he found his family.
He took Preacher Casy
and he loaded up the car,
And his mother said, "We got to get away, Tommy Boy."
His mother said, "we got to get away."
Now the twelve of the Joads, they made mighty heavy load,
And Grampa Joad, he did cry.
He picked up a handful of land in his hand.
He said, "I'm stayin' with this farm till I die.
I'm stayin' here till I die."
They fed him short ribs and coffee and syrup.
And Grampa Joad, he did die.
They buried Grampa Joad by the side of the road,
buried Grandma on the California side.
Buried Grandma on the California side.
They stood on a mountain and they looked to the west,
and it looked like the Promised Land.
That bright green valley with a river runnin' through
held work for every single hand. They thought,
"There'll be work for every single hand."
The Joads road away to the Jungle camp
and there they cook them some stew.
And the hungry little kids said,
"We'd like to have some, too, please.
We'd like to have some, too."
Now, the Deputy Sheriff fired loose at a man,
and he shot a woman in the back.
Before he could take his aim again,
Preacher Casy dropped him in his tracks,
Preach Casy dropped him in his tracks.
Well, they handcuffed Casy
and they took him to jail
and then he got away.
He met with Tom Joad on the old River Bride.
and these few words he did say, poor boy.
These few words he did say:
"Well, I preached for Lord for a mighty long time,
preached about the rich and the poor.
Us working folks gotta get together,
cause we ain't got a chance anymore, Tommy boy.
We ain't got a chance anymore."
Well, the Deputies come,
And Tom and Casy, they did run
To the bridge where the water run down.
But the vigilante they hit Casy with a club,
and they laid Preacher Casy on the ground,
They laid Preacher Casy on the ground.
Tom Joad, he grabbed that Deputy's club,
And hit him over the head.
Tom Joad took flight
in the dark and rainy night,
A deputy and Preacher lying dead,
a deputy and preacher lying dead.
Well, Tom run back to where his mama was asleep.
and he woke her up out of the bed.
and he kissed goodbye
to the mother that he loved.
And he said what Preacher Casy said, Tom Joad
he said what Preacher Casy said.
"Well, everybody might be just one big soul,
or it looks that way to me.
Everywhere you look, in the day or the night,
That's where I'm gonna be, Ma.
That's where I'm gonna be.
"Wherever little children are hungry and cry,
wherever people ain't free,
wherever men and women are fightin' for their rights,
that's where I'm gonna be, Ma.
That's where I'm gonna be."
*My source for the Lyric was" Absolute Lyrics"
*My source for the Ballad was google
'Twas on the shores that round our coast
From Deal to Ramsgate span,
That I found alone on a piece of stone
An elderly naval man.
His hair was weedy, his beard was long,
And weedy and long was he,
And I heard this wight on the shore recite,
In a singular minor key:
"Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,
And the mate of the NANCY brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig."
And he shook his fists and he tore his hair,
Till I really felt afraid,
For I couldn't help thinking the man had been drinking,
And so I simply said:
"Oh, elderly man, it's little I know
Of the duties of men of the sea,
And I'll eat my hand if I understand
However you can be
"At once a cook, and a captain bold,
And the mate of the NANCY brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig."
Then he gave a hitch to his trousers, which
Is a trick all seamen larn,
And having got rid of a thumping quid,
He spun this painful yarn:
"'Twas in the good ship NANCY BELL
That we sailed to the Indian Sea,
And there on a reef we come to grief,
Which has often occurred to me.
"And pretty nigh all the crew was drowned
(There was seventy-seven o' soul),
And only ten of the NANCY'S men
Said 'Here!' to the muster-roll.
"There was me and the cook and the captain bold,
And the mate of the NANCY brig,
And the bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig.
"For a month we'd neither wittles nor drink,
Till a-hungry we did feel,
So we drawed a lot, and, accordin' shot
The captain for our meal.
"The next lot fell to the NANCY'S mate,
And a delicate dish he made;
Then our appetite with the midshipmite
We seven survivors stayed.
"And then we murdered the bo'sun tight,
And he much resembled pig;
Then we wittled free, did the cook and me,
On the crew of the captain's gig.
"Then only the cook and me was left,
And the delicate question, 'Which
Of us two goes to the kettle?' arose,
And we argued it out as sich.
"For I loved that cook as a brother, I did,
And the cook he worshipped me;
But we'd both be blowed if we'd either be stowed
In the other chap's hold, you see.
"'I'll be eat if you dines off me,' says TOM;
'Yes, that,' says I, 'you'll be, -
'I'm boiled if I die, my friend,' quoth I;
And 'Exactly so,' quoth he.
"Says he, 'Dear JAMES, to murder me
Were a foolish thing to do,
For don't you see that you can't cook ME,
While I can - and will - cook YOU!'
"So he boils the water, and takes the salt
And the pepper in portions true
(Which he never forgot), and some chopped shalot.
And some sage and parsley too.
"'Come here,' says he, with a proper pride,
Which his smiling features tell,
''T will soothing be if I let you see
How extremely nice you'll smell.'
"And he stirred it round and round and round,
And he sniffed at the foaming froth;
When I ups with his heels, and smothers his squeals
In the scum of the boiling broth.
"And I eat that cook in a week or less,
And - as I eating be
The last of his chops, why, I almost drops,
For a wessel in sight I see!
* * * *
"And I never larf, and I never smile,
And I never lark nor play,
But sit and croak, and a single joke
I have - which is to say:
"Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,
And the mate of the NANCY brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig!'"
WS Gilbert
The Yarn of the Nancy Bell
www.poemhunter.com
Here's my lyric poem.
Lucky Love
Our love,
Is like a dove,
Lucky love a four leaf clover,
And more over,
It takes time to understand,
Especially where we stand.
Gloria Vasquez
Here's my ballad poem,hope you like it.
My Life After You Left
I knew you would break my heart
from the day we broke apart.
You wanted nothing to do with this littleboythe four year old named Troy.
There are times i see you walking the street
when I pass by you look downto your feet.
You only come to me when you want some money
calling me names like baby,boo and,honey.
at night I lay down in my bed and cry whishing I would just curl up and die.
I want you back so very bad being with out you makes me feel so sad.
But I have to admit I am doing so good Iam doing all the things I said I never would.
I found me a new man who has entered into my life and today he asked me to be his wife.
Of course I said yes
and wish you the best.
Now I must give back the pearl because I am no longer your girl.
Here's my epitaph poem,hope you like it.Thanks.
Waiting
I lie in silence,
waiting to be loved
by that one that I loved.
Gloria Vasquez
Here's my second epitaph poem.
That Kind of Person
Good
Loveable
Offering
Reserved
Itelligent
Affectionate
person.
Gloria Vasquez
Here's my freeverse poem, enjoy.
I'm Gone
A long time ago
When he would go away
The trees would sway of happiness.
He made me feel worthless.
He'd go and come
From home.
Came back and I was gone,
I was tireed of waiting and
Taking in the bad.Now I'm gone
And live happily ever after.
Gloria Vasquez
Roberto Ramos
my ballad
Wonder I
Wonder I, of my sin
Why unborn, why no kin.
Ask I, oh mother dear
Love me, not fear.
Cherish, beg I, not scorn
Alive am I, unborn
Live must I, in womb
Rest longer still, in tomb
“Mistake...yes”, you sigh
Ah! Hear you, pain feel I
Guilty am I? ... forgive
Punish, yes, but let live
Condemn, must you… why?
No sweet song, no lullaby?
Unwanted am I?…shun
Make haste then…be done
Sleep I, now, eternally
Wake will I, eventually?
Unknown, unheard…entombed in stone
I cry silent…I cry alone.
– Anwaar N. Hassan
September 25, 2005
Internet - Google
Hi Mrs.Basham this is Jessica Hernandez hope you like it.
You're Beutiful
My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
Lyric
http://www.jamesblunt.com/songs/beautiful.html
James Harris (The Daemon Lover)"
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
F
'The Daemon Lover,' Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, 5th edition, 1812,
II, 427; taken down from the recitation of Walter Grieve by William
Laidlaw.
'O where have you been, my long, long love,
This long seven years and mair?'
'O I'm come to seek my former vows
Ye graunted me before.'
'O hold your tongue of your former vows,
For they will breed sad strife;
O hold your tongue of your former vows,
For I am become a wife.'
He turned him right and round about,
And the tear blinded his ee:
'I wad never hae trodden on Irish ground,
If it had not been for thee.
'I might hae had a king's daughter,
Far, far beyond the sea;
I might have had a king's daughter,
Had it not been for love o thee.'
'If ye might have had a king's daughter,
Yer sel ye had to blame;
Ye might have taken the king's daughter,
For ye kend that I was nane.
'If I was to leave my husband dear,
And my two babes also,
O what have you to take me to,
If with you I should go?'
'I hae seven ships upon the sea--
The eighth brought me to land--
With four-and-twenty bold mariners,
And music on every hand.'
She has taken up her two little babes,
Kissd them baith cheek and chin:
'O fair ye weel, my ain two babes,
For I'll never see you again.'
She set her foot upon the ship,
No mariners could she behold;
But the sails were o the taffetie,
And the masts of the beaten gold.
She had not sailed a league, a league,
A league but barely three,
When dismal grew his countenance
And drumlie grew his ee.
They had not sailed a league, a league,
A league but barely three,
Until she espied his cloven foot,
And she wept right bitterlie.
'O hold your tongue of your weeping,' says he,
'Of your weeping now let me be;
I will show you how the lilies grow
On the banks of Italy.
'O what hills are yon, yon pleasant hills,
That the sun shines sweetly on?'
'O yon are the hills of heaven,' he said,
'Where you will never win.'
'O whaten a mountain is yon,' she said,
'All so dreary wi frost and snow?'
'O yon is the mountain of hell,' he cried,
'Where you and I will go.'
He strack the tap-mast wi his hand,
The fore-mast wi his knee,
And he brake that gallant ship in twain,
And sank her in the sea.
Joel Moncivais
http://www.litgothic.com/Texts/child243.html
ballad
LOVE.. LOVE.. LOVE YOU...
love you...
love you, a love never any heart hold before..
because i loved you with all my body and feelings..
love you....
love your speech, and your silence..
and your eyes look and your lashes...
love you.....
love you my beloved, and don`t ever ask why..
because i born, and inside my ribs carried your love..
become coupled and carry your love, where ever i am...
because we are as a moon and its stars...
because its is my visionary and my shadow...
together go any where, and we never afraid any thing..
because your love my sweetheart, gave me a power..
power of more that thousand person...
but...
in facing you, i am so weak..
and have no power..
and can broke me any breathe came from you...
love you...
yes, i say it with a full of my mouth..
not ashame nor scare..
because its run with my blood in my vein to my heart...
where to hide it...
where to put it...? ?
am i going to put it only in my notebook..? ?
no..
no, and no...
and i will say it...
to let all hear it..
to let all the world realize that, ,
i love you.....
love you...
and love you....
hazem02@yahoo.com
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-love-love-you/
the sourse for my ballad is http://www.silentwords.com/Romantic.html
Roberto Ramos
my free verse
Life's Tragedy
It may be misery not to sing at all,
And to go silent through the brimming day;
It may be misery never to be loved,
But deeper griefs than these beset the way.
To sing the perfect song,
And by a half-tone lost the key,
There the potent sorrow, there the grief,
The pale, sad staring of Life's Tragedy.
To have come near to the perfect love,
Not the hot passion of untempered youth,
But that which lies aside its vanity,
And gives, for thy trusting worship, truth.
This, this indeed is to be accursed,
For if we mortals love, or if we sing,
We count our joys not by what we have,
But by what kept us from that perfect thing.
Paul Laurence Dunbar
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HI Mrs. Basham, this is an EPITAPH i wrote.
-Kristian Barrientes
Beneath this mud lies Fred.
Fourteen and young, but thats not
what his fake I.D. said.
Hi Mrs.Basham, this is a BALLAD i found.
-Kristian Barrientes
The Ballad Of The High School Junior
Jonathan A., Newton, MA
the TaXinG MaGniTuDe fallS
on mY SHouLDeRs. FilleD WiTH
all The STReSSeS of liFe.
iT iS my BaCKPaCK.
EXPeCTationS MounTinG.
MeaninGleSS QuanDRies,
The FuTile PurSuiT of ReJoinDeRS,
anD the GranD Scheme of ThinGs.
the WeeKenDs Seem yeaRS aWay yeT onLy SeConDs LonG.
PaST BeDTime on ThursDay
i aPPeaR as
EDVARD MUNCH'S "THE SCREAM."
The BeLLiGeRent TelePHone Goes
unanSweReD. ring
RING!!!
my Veins CRaVe ...
"fun." YeT fun
is a ConCePT
LonG ForGoTTon.
houRs DRaGGing.
sleeP,
sleeP.
WHeRe DiD iT
Go?
the Days LaST
Too LonG.
the Sun sLeePs
Too Soon.
anD i am STRaineD.
http://teenink.com/Past/1995/5806.html
mrs.basham,this is the lyric poem. enjoy!
Artist: Ludacris feat. Mary J. Blige
Album: Release Therapy
Year: 2006
Title: Runaway Love Print
Correct
type of poem:lyric
[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love[x8]
[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
Now little lisa is only 9 years old
Shes tryin to figure out why the world is so cold
Why shes all all alone and they never met her family
Mamas always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missin and nobody will listenin
Mama is on drugs gettin high up in the kitchen
Bringin home men at different hours of the night
Startin with laughs--usually endin in a fight
Sneak into her room while her mamas knocked out
Tryin to have his way and little lisa says 'ouch'
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her
Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.
[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]
[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
Little nicole is only 10 years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
Why shes not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step dad always wanna strike her
Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions she makin up excuses
Bleedin on the inside, cryin on the out
Its only one girl really knows what she about
Her name is lil stacy and they become friends
Promise that they always be tight til the end
Until one day lil stacy gets shot
A drive by bullet went stray up on her block
Now nicole stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.
[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]
[Verse 3 - Ludacris]
Little erica is eleven years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
So she pops x to get rid of all the pain
Cause shes havin sex with a boy whos sixteen
Emotions run deep and she thinks shes in love
So theres no protection hes usin no glove
Never thinkin bout the consequences of her actions
Livin for today and not tomorrows satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out he aint ready for a kid
Knowin her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion
Erica is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but get her clothes and pack
She say shes about to run away and never come back.
[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [repeats til end]
hi mrs basham this is my lyric
Mrs.Basham, hope you like my lyric peom!LOVE.. LOVE.. LOVE YOU...
love you...
love you, a love never any heart hold before..
because i loved you with all my body and feelings..
love you....
love your speech, and your silence..
and your eyes look and your lashes...
love you.....
love you my beloved, and don`t ever ask why..
because i born, and inside my ribs carried your love..
become coupled and carry your love, where ever i am...
because we are as a moon and its stars...
because its is my visionary and my shadow...
together go any where, and we never afraid any thing..
because your love my sweetheart, gave me a power..
power of more that thousand person...
but...
in facing you, i am so weak..
and have no power..
and can broke me any breathe came from you...
love you...
yes, i say it with a full of my mouth..
not ashame nor scare..
because its run with my blood in my vein to my heart...
where to hide it...
where to put it...? ?
am i going to put it only in my notebook..? ?
no..
no, and no...
and i will say it...
to let all hear it..
to let all the world realize that, ,
i love you.....
love you...
and love you....
poemhunter.com/poem/love-love-love-you
By hazem al jab
*blue birdie14/Ana Sanchez
Type of poem: lyric
Duchess
You've had your fun, your money's gone
Your only friend is the telephone
Oh duchess, now you're one of us
You stay at home and light the light
They make you smile in the empty light
Oh duchess, now you're one of us
Well she knows Latinos and she knows Mexicans
And she sits alone by the telephone
But they won't call back again
You count the pounds and cut your hair
Won't someone send you a millionaire?
Oh duchess, now you're one of us
No friends to see, no car to drive
You'd go to bars but you're much too shy
Oh duchess, now you're one of us
Well she knows Latinos and she knows Mexicans
And she sits alone over 13 stone
And they won't come back again
She knows Latinos and she knows Mexicans
But now things are tough and they've had enough
And they won't come back again
You've had your fun your money's gone
You spend all day by the telephone
Mrs.Basham here is my lyric
Music
Music touches all of our lives
like a breeze in the summer heat
soothing, calming, ever new..
we long for its repeat
And if we listen, music can
for just a little while
deliver us from daily woes
enable us to smile
We cannot belittle the effect
the power is too strong
just think about how good it feels
to hear your favorite song
From the first time man beat on a drum
to an orchestra's resound
music has and always will
be able to astound
Like the whistle of a train
echoes through the night
music flows through all our lives
to every heart's delight
Type of poem:lyric
author:steven taylor
Source:www.poemhunter.com
Alma provencio
Type:ballad
Kassandra Treviño
Hope u like it!!!
Gen Friendship
Friendship stands the test of time,
Where-ever the place, whatever the clime.
Friendship is mellow, friendship is strong,
Friendship stands fast during sorrow and song.
Friendship's not dumb, nor yet is it blind,
Acknowledges truth yet strives to be kind.
Friendship is something with feet on the ground,
Be thankful for friendship where-ever it's found.
Mill Field
Type:ballad
*Kassandra Treviño*
The Best of Friends
© Jill Wolf, sent by Wendy Hinson
The best of friends,
Can change a frown,
Into a smile,
when you feel down.
The best of friends,
Will understand,
Your little trials,
And lend a hand.
The best of friends,
Will always share,
Your secret dreams,
Because they care.
The best of friends,
Worth more than gold,
Give all the love,
A heart can hold.
Type:lyric
*Kassandra Treviño*
A FRIEND LIKE YOU
© Natasha
Everyone should have
a friend like you
You are so much fun to be with
And you are such a good person
You crack me up with laughter
And touch my heart with your kindness
You have a wonderful ability
To know when to offer advice
And when to sit in quiet support
Time after time
You've come to my rescue
And brightend so many
Of my routine days
And time after time
I've realized how fortunate
I am that my life includes you
I really do believe that
Everybody should have a friend like you
But so far it looks like
You are one of a kind!
Type:lyric
*Kassandra Treviño*
"YOU WERE THERE FOR ME"
© Erin Porter
Words escape me
at this moment
that seems like the end
yet it is only the beginning
when friendships are close
and dreams are far
you were there for me.
Tears fill me
with memories of both good and bad
some nearly forgetton
yet all dear to the heart
you were there for me.
In times of trouble
and in times of thanks
you stood by my side
and held me up.
Through your ever-patient ears
to your comforting hugs
you were there for me.
From that first day
when I saw you and knew
that you would love me for who I was
you were there for me.
And until the day
when we are old and gray
I will always know that
you are there for me.
USHER LYRICS
"U Remind Me"
Yo, I ain't seeing you in a minute, but I got something to tell ya, listen.
See the thing about you that caught my eye
Is the same thing that makes me change my mind
Kinda hard to explain, but girl, I'll try,
You need to sit down this may take a while
See this girl, she sorta looks just like you
She even smiles just the way you do
So innocent she seemed but I was fooled
I'm reminded when I look at you.
You remind me of a girl, that I once knew.
See her face whenever I, I look at you.
You won't believe all of the things she put me through.
This is why I just can't get with you.
Thought that she was the one for me,
Til I found out she was on her creep,
Oh, she was sexing everyone, but me.
This is why we could never be.
You remind me of a girl, that I once knew.
See her face whenever I, I look at you.
You won't believe all of the things she put me through.
This is why I just can't get with you.
I know it's so unfair to you,
That I relate her ignorance to you.
Wish I knew, wish I knew how to separate the two
You remind me, whoa...
You remind me of a girl, that I once knew.
See her face whenever I, I look at you.
You won't believe all of the things she put me through.
This is why I just can't get with you.
You remind me of a girl, that I once knew.
See her face whenever I, I look at you.
You won't believe all of the things she put me through.
This is why I just can't get with you.
[thanks to Datchickbegi@aol.com for these lyrics]
[thanks to aligator@start.com.au for correcting these lyrics]
[Thanks to BostnAmanda@aol.com, bmccotter@hotmail.com, jasperr@xtra.co.nz for correcting these lyrics]
Type of Poem:Lyric
Fernie Castillo
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/usher/uremindme.html
hey Mrs. Basham, its ricky
heres my lyric i hope you like it :D
Warmness on the Soul
Your hazel-green tint eyes watching every move I make,
And the feeling of doubt, it's erased
I'll never feel alone again with you by my side,
You're the one, and in you I confide.
And we have gone through good and bad times,
But your unconditional love was always on my mind
You've been there from the start for me
And your love's always been true as can be
I give my heart to you,
I give my hearr
'Cause nothing can compare in this world to you.
And we have gone through good and bad times,
But your unconditional love was always on my mind
You've been there from the start for me
And your love's always been true as can be
I give my heart to you,
I give my hearr
'Cause nothing can compare in this world to you.
Author: Avenged Sevenfold (M. Shadows)
Source: www.letssingit.com
Mrs. Basham, heres a ballad i guess
-ricky escobar
Chick Magnet
Well he's a chick magnet, if ya know what I mean.
The way the girls just go to him
Well ya should've seen.
The guy yeah, he's got style and it's plain to see.
Smooth shoes and cool tattoos
Hair pomped as tight as can be.
He ain't got a girlfriend
No one to sing this song to.
He's gotta settle down
If he meets that special girl soon.
He knows just what to do
When it comes to the girls.
He writes them poetry
And he picks them flowers.
He knows just what to say when it come to the ladies.
Knows how to make a girl smile
How to drive a girl crazy.
He ain't got a girlfriend
No one to sing this song to.
He's gotta settle down
If he meets that special girl soon.
Author: MXPX
Source: www.letssingit.com
Shoes..
Tell me about it...
Ooh!
Men.
Have you ever tried to figure them out?
Huh, me too, but I ain't got no clue
How 'bout you?
Men are like shoes
Made to confuse
Yeah, there's so many of 'em
I don't know which ones to choose
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah, sing it to me
If you agree
There's the kind made for runnin'
The sneakers and the low down heels
The kind that will keep you on your toes
And every girl knows how that feels
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ouch, ah, sing it with me
Chorus:
You've got your kickers and your ropers
Your everyday loafers, some that you can never find
You've got your slippers and your zippers
Your grabbers and your grippers
Man, don't ya hate that kind?
Some you wear in, some you wear out
Some you wanna leave behind
Sometimes you hate 'em
And sometimes you love 'em
I guess it all depends on which way you rub 'em
But a girl can never have too many of 'em
It's amazing what a little polish will do...
Men are like shoes...
Some make you feel ten feet tall
Some make you feel so small
Some you want to leave out in the hall
Or make you feel like kicking the wall
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah, sing it with me, girls
Ooh! (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mmm..
(Repeat Chorus)
Some can polish up pretty good...
Ah, men are like shoes..
(Instrumental)
It's amazing what a little polish will do
Some clean up good, just like.new
Some you can't afford, some are real cheap
Some are good for bummin' around on the beach
You've got your kickers and your ropers
Your everyday loafers, yeah some that you can never find
You've got your slippers and your zippers
Your grabbers and your grippers
And man, don't ya hate that kind?
(Repeat Chorus)
I ain't got time for the flip-flop kind...
Men are like shoes!
Arthor:SHANIA TWAIN
Source::http://www.lyricsandsongs.com/song/538817.html
Type of Poetyr:Lyric
**K@ty@ M3d!n@**
HINDER LYRICS
BALLAD
"Lips Of An Angel"
Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And, yes, I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue
Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Honey why you calling me so late?
WWW.LYRICS A-Z.COM
Song: HOTEL CALIFORNIA LYRICS
artist:Eagles
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the captain,
’please bring me my wine’
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
’relax,’ said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
hi mrs.basham its claudia here is my lyric
JESSE MCCARTNEY LYRICS
"Right Where You Want Me"
Girl,
There's something 'bout me that you ought to know.
I've never felt the need to lose control.
Always held on back and played it slow.
But not this time.
Baby, don't be gentle,
I can handle anything.
Baby,
Take me on a journey.
I've been thinking lately,
I could use a little time alone with you.
Crazy,
Let's do something, maybe.
Please don't take your time,
You got me,
Right where you want me.
Girl,
I'm gonna let you have your way with me.
But when you move like that,
Its hard to breathe.
I never thought that it could be like this,
But I was wrong.
Baby, don't be gentle,
I can handle anything.
Baby,
Take me on a journey.
I've been thinking lately,
I could use a little time alone with you.
Crazy,
Let's do something, maybe.
Please don't take your time,
You got me,
Right where you want me.
Can't explain it,
How you swept me off my feet, unexpectedly.
In slow motion,
My imagination's running, trying to keep my body still,
I can hardly stand the thrill.
Baby, don't be gentle,
I can handle anything.
Baby,
Take me on a journey.
I've been thinking lately,
I could use a little time alone with you.
Crazy,
Let's do something, maybe.
Please don't take your time,
You got me,
Right where you want me.
Introduction
Christmas Party times of the 80's. How that generation "tiptoed through the tulips".
An Eighties Christmas Flashback
'Twas the night before Friday
and all through the town,
no cops were cruising,
no narks were around.
As we all rolled our joints
to be put in our sacks,
we knew that soon
we'd be stoned to the max.
We drank Jack Daniel's
And smoked Panama Red,
a hit of tea
and man I felt dead.
We were all up that midnight
all of the day, when
there was a knock at the door
that gave us away.
There stood a man
wearing a smile,
so we invited him in
to party a while.
What to our red,
glassy eyes should appear,
two pounds of Columbia
and a case of beer.
So we sat down
and he started to roll,
filled up a glass
and lit up a bowl.
We ask the man
what was his name,
he said Saint Nichol
and drugs is my fame.
So as the man
strutted out of sight,
he said mari-ju-ana to all
and to all a good night.
Copyright; Flower Child
www.funnypoems.com
hi basham here is my other ballad because i don't think lips of an angel was one.claudia perez
Vietnam War Ballad
ere must we hold So hearken to my counsel
Felled is our lord Slain by foemen on the field
Now we must honor The oaths we made in mead-hall
Now we must shoulder The burden of his shield
Great were his gifts Of gold and noble gemstones
High were the halls Where the heroes boasted so
He was our lord and Loathe am I to leave him
Vow to avenge him By vanquishing the foe
Refrain:
For our hands shall be the harder, and our will shall be the wiser
And our hearts shall be bolder as our strength must end
Come and follow me to glory, so that when they tell the story
We shall not be forgotten in the halls of men
I will not flee, but farther will I follow
Boldly to battle With broadsword in my hand
More than my life Was the love I bore for Bryhtnoth
Fierce will I fight now And so defend this land
Come I from kindred Of honor and of courage
Ne'er shall they say That I nithing was at war
Stand with me steadfast Staunch against the Vikings
Wield ye your weapons Like warriors of yore
Refrain
We stand undaunted The last of the defenders
Stout-hearted men Who can strike a mighty blow
We will encourage Each other in the war-play
Let them advance now For we shall lay them low
Death is our doom But let us die with honor
All that lives after Is what the bards do say
Fight to be worthy Of fame in the future
Let them remember The deeds we do today
Refrain Repeat last line
Lady Rosalind Jehanne
http://poeta.atlantia.sca.org/Book_of_Verse/Atlantian_War_Songs_and_Battle/At_the_Battle_of_Maldon/at_the_battle_of_maldon.html
Smashed Into Pieces
Never Again.
I'll slit my throat with the knife I pulled out of my spine.
Maybe when you find out that I'm dead,
you'll realize what you did to me.
[Chorus]
And if my lungs still let me breathe,
would you be there for me?
If I can make myself believe,
I'll give you back what you took away.
No, I won't let it go.
Douse myself in gasoline.
So don't save me when you come into the fire.
I'd rather die than have to see your smile.
[Chorus]
You made me swear [x2].
I, I can't sleep.
Realize all these things that you took from me.
Smash my heart (you made me swear)
into dust. (you made me swear)
Suffocate my mind. (you made me swear)
Tear at me from inside. (you made me swear)
Smash apart what you created.
How can i ever stop you from crushing my soul?
It was, it was yours, yours to begin with.
[Chorus]
Shane Told
http://www.lyricsondemand.com/s/silversteinlyrics/smashedintopieces.html
this is a ballad from arturo.
The Golf Ball and the Loan
[After Longfellow.]
I drove a golf-ball into the air;
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I lent five shillings to some men,
They spent it all, I know not when,
For who is quick enough to know
The time in which a crown may go?
Long, long afterward, in a whin
I found the golf-ball, black as sin;
But the five shillings are missing still!
They haven't turned up, and I doubt if they will.
Robert Fuller Murray
source:www.poemhunter.com
this si a sonnet from arturo.God's Golf Game
I was awoke to a horrible sound
I found the heavens had opened up
Large frozen balls from the sky
Sounding like repetitive gun fire
Hitting everything that lay out
People running from cover
As the hovering mass beat down
Leaving dings on all seen
God and his angels playing golf
Large and small balls lay upon the grass
Looking like a giant popcorn machine had exploded
HOLY COW!
NO, NO, not my baby!
My beautiful dropp top Oldsmobile
Left with her scars from God’s game of golf
Just one thing Lord
Is this covered under my policy?
And could you please
Take some golf tips from Tiger Woods! ! ! !
This actually did happen in Indiana today 4/14/06
Patricia Gale
source:www.poemhunter.com
this is a free verse.
PLaying golf
Playing golf on a warm, summer day
One the first hole and have my game.
Playing with my dad and cousin
And they have shot a dozen failing.
Going to hit the ball one time
Just to finish this hole in time.
I hit the ball and it goes flying
Just to hit the water with the fish.
It is almost time to go home
So I’m going to hit the ball one more time.
I hit it with all my might making the club vibrate
And it flies to the green, bouncing a lot or times.
Moving toward the hole, I get nervous
Then it had gone in the hole.
I was jumping with glee,
While my dad was weeping.
I’ll never forget this day,
Because this was my first hole in one.
Type: free verse Author: Arturo Mondragon
Mrs. Basham, it was hard to post this. Hope you Like it.
Joy of my Soul
Joy of my soul, Joy of my heart,
You've given me love from the very start;
In you I live, I move and I breathe ~
To you my whole being does cleave.
Joy of my soul, Joy of my spirit,
Of goodness ~ may I be drawn near it
And to all that is holy, right and true,
May I ever be totally committed to you.
Joy of my soul, Joy of my life,
You are the Rock during all the strife.
Many are the benefits you freely give;
Because of you, I have the will to live.
Joy of my soul, Joy of my heart,
Let's assure one another, we'll never part.
You are my Lord, my God, my All;
I obey your statutes, I love your Law.
Joy of my soul, Joy of my spirit
Absence from you, I surely would fear it.
Never permit me to ever stray
Protect me ever and always, I pray.
Joy of my soul, Joy of my life,
Sin pierces your heart ~ like a knife.
You are The Lord of Lords and The King of Kings,
O the JOY your Salvation brings.
The battle for good and evil still wages,
But You, O Lord, are JOY for all ages.
Judgement day will soon arrive;
The goats'll die and the sheep'll thrive.
Please God ~ your faithful ones'll be alive.
O Jesus, as Groom, you'll come for your Bride
You'll draw her very close to your side
Embrace her with your arms open wide
And together in Heaven forever abide.
You, O Lord, are JOY for all ages.
JOY, JOY, JOY!
YOU are JOY for All Ages! ! !
By: Mel (Carmela) Patterson
Carlos De La Cerda Jr.
Ballad
Poemhunter.com
hey mrs basham, this is kassy salas. hope you like it.
RASCAL FLATTS-skin(sarabeth)
Sara Beth is scared to death
To hear what the doctor will say
She hasn't been well, since the day that she fell
And the bruise just won't go away
So she sits and she waits with her mother and dad
And flips through an old magazine
Till the nurse with the smile stands in the door
And says will you please come with me
Sara Beth is scared to death
Cause the doctor just told her the news
Between the red cells and white, something's not right
But we're gonna take care of you
Six chances in ten, it won't come back again
With the therapy we're gonna try
It's just been approved, it's the strongest there is
And I think that we caught it in time
And Sara Beth closes her eyes.
Chorus:
And she dreams she's dancing
Around and around without any cares
And her very first love is holding her close
And a soft wind is blowing her hair
Sara Beth is scared to death
As she sits holding her mom
Cause it would be a mistake for someone to take
A bald headed girl to the prom
For just this morning, right here on her pillow
Was the cruelest of any surprise
And she cried when she gathered it all in her hands
The proof that she couldn't deny
And Sara Beth closes her eyes
Chorus:
And she dreams she's dancing
Around and around without any cares
And her very first love is holding her close
And a soft wind is blowing her hair
Bridge
It's quarter to seven, that boy's at the door
And her daddy ushers him in
And when he takes off his cap
They all start to cry
Cause this morning where his hair had all been
Softly she touches just skin
And they go dancing, around and around
Without any cares
And her very first true love is holding her close
And for a moment she isn't scared
author: rascal flatts
source:http://www.songlyrics.com/song-lyrics/Rascal_Flatts/Feels_Like_Today/Skin_%28Sarabeth%29/253971.html
type of poetry: ballad
Mrs.Basham heres my ballad
Veronica Garcia
Where I want to be
by Kim DeLuca
Where do I want to be?
I ask myself every day
I have an idea
but I'm scared to say
I don't want to frighten you
or have you be alarmed
but where I want to be
is in your loving arms
I want to watch the sunset
with you by my side
or go in your car
and take a nice ride
I want to walk with you
hand in hand
upon the beach
and the warm sand
I want to feel
your sweet embrace
and I want you
to look me in the face
and tell me you'll never leave
and never stray away
you'll love me forever
until your dying day
I want to be protected
and safe from harm
and the only place
is in your loving arms.
Mrs.Basham here is my lyric
Veronica Garcia
How Do I Love Thee?
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Mrs.Basham here is my free verse
Veronica Garcia
Hopeless
However you look at it I can't
Deny myself the torture
And run the risk that maybe
This is the time it won't hurt.
With the door closed or open I
Can still hear the laughter,
Catch the voice
I'd give anything to hear
In my ear--
Whetstones, whether to cut
Rope or flesh the knife and I
Cannot decide.
And I close my eyes like a melodramatist
Hoping someone pulls the curtain
And bang my head against the wall.
It will not go away.
And he will not leave unless
I want him to stay.
Copyright © 1996 by Katherine Foreman.
mrs.Basham these are epitaths i found.
veronica Garcia
Here lies Walter Dudley
He found out too late,
Dobermans aren't cuddly.
Here lies Mary Aster
Who wishes she'd jay-walked
Just a little bit faster
Here lies my wife,
I bid her good-bye.
She rests in peace
And now so do I.
Here lies Ben, whose life was full
Until he tried to milk a bull
Here lies dearly departed Bill
He always lied and he always will
He lied once too often and now he lies still
mrs.basham here is where i got my poems
veronica garcia
http://www.lovepoetry.com/poem.asp?x_id=244&x_mpp=1
ballad and lyric
http://www.hyperborea.org/alenxa/free.html
free verse
http://www.goblinville.com/pages/epitaphs/epitaphs-here-lies.htm
epitath
Hey Mrs. Basham, here is my ballad poem
Betrayed
The Indian removal act
gave power to use force,
to make the Indians retract
past Mississippi's course.
The Indians transplanted, were
left to persue their life
roaming free west of the river.
Then later came the strife.
The Civil War had ended.
White people wanted land.
Farmers, miners, trappers, all moved
west to try their hand.
The timbermen and railroaders
all helped to forge the way.
Indian land, prime territory
was where they meant to stay.
The government had promised the
Indian's salvation,
so they signed a treaty to stay
on a reservation.
In exchange they'd get a payment
but promises weren't kept.
In desperate fighting for redress
many tears were wept.
Well-armed and well-fed soldiers had
effectively destroyed
the independent Indians
now scattered and deployed.
Their way of life has disappeared,
with it old traditions.
Now living in a white mans world
under new conditions.
It's so hard to find employment.
They keep it all inside,
malnutrition and dysfunction
alcohol, suicide.
Betrayed, their freedom stolen,
they feel isolation.
Indians endure their lives in
quiet desperation.
Type: Ballad
Chris Higgins
Author: Unknown
http:/members.optushome.com.au/kazoom/poetry/ballad.html
Hey Mrs. Basham, here is my ballad poem
Betrayed
The Indian removal act
gave power to use force,
to make the Indians retract
past Mississippi's course.
The Indians transplanted, were
left to persue their life
roaming free west of the river.
Then later came the strife.
The Civil War had ended.
White people wanted land.
Farmers, miners, trappers, all moved
west to try their hand.
The timbermen and railroaders
all helped to forge the way.
Indian land, prime territory
was where they meant to stay.
The government had promised the
Indian's salvation,
so they signed a treaty to stay
on a reservation.
In exchange they'd get a payment
but promises weren't kept.
In desperate fighting for redress
many tears were wept.
Well-armed and well-fed soldiers had
effectively destroyed
the independent Indians
now scattered and deployed.
Their way of life has disappeared,
with it old traditions.
Now living in a white mans world
under new conditions.
It's so hard to find employment.
They keep it all inside,
malnutrition and dysfunction
alcohol, suicide.
Betrayed, their freedom stolen,
they feel isolation.
Indians endure their lives in
quiet desperation.
Type: Ballad
Chris Higgins
Author: Unknown
http:/members.optushome.com.au/kazoom/poetry/ballad.html
sorry it posted twice
Mrs.basham i hope this poem is nice!!!!!!!
Artist: 2Pac
Album: Greatest Hits
Song: Keep Ya Head Up
Homepage: http://hem.passagen.se/deathrow/
Little something for my god son Elija and a little girl named Koreem
Some say tha Blacker tha berry
Tha sweeter tha juice
I say, tha darker tha flesh and tha deeper tha roots
I give a hollar to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, but don't nobody else care
I know they like ta beat ya down a lot
And when ya come around tha block brothers clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry ya eyes
Never let up
Forgive but don't forget girl keep ya head up
And when he tells you you ain't nothin
Don't believe him
And if he can't learn ta love ya, you should leave him
Cuz sister you don't need him
I ain't tryin ta gash up, but I just callem how I see 'em
Ya know what makes me unhappy
When brothers make babies
And leave a young mother ta be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman
And out game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women
Do we hate our women ?
I think it's time ta kill for our women
Time ta heal our women
Be real to our women
And if we don't
We'll have a race of babies
That hate tha ladies that make tha babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right ta tell a woman when and where ta create one
So will tha real men get up
I know your fed up ladies
But keep ya head up
Oooooh child things are gonna get easier
Oooooh child things are gonna get brighter
Oooooh child things are gonna get easier
Oooooh child things are gonna get brighter
I remember Marvin Gay, usta sing ta me
He had me feelin like black was tha thing ta be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tuff
I thought we had it rough, we always had enough
I often huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke tha rules
Ran with tha local crew and had a smoke or two
And realize momma really paid tha price
She nearly gave her life, ta raise me right
And all I had ta give her was my pipe dreams
Of how i'd rock tha mic and make it to tha big screen
I'm tryin ta make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard ta be legit and still pay tha rent
And in tha end it seems i'm headin for tha penn
I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in tha wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take tha man in me
Ta conquer this insanity
It seems tha rain will never let up
I try ta Keep My Head Up and still keep from getting wet up
You know it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed tha poor
Sad there ain't no hope for tha youth and tha truth is
There ain't no hope for tha future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant ta survive, cause it's a setup
And even though ya fed up
Ya got ta Keep Ya
Victor del toro
Lyric
Hey Mrs. Basham this is my lyric poem
Dreaming of You
Late at night when all the world is sleeping
I stay up and think of you
And I wish on a star that somewhere you are
Thinking of me too
Cause I’m dreaming of you tonight
Till tomorrow, I’ll be holding you tight
And there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be
Than here in my room dreaming about you and me
Wonder if you ever see me and i
Wonder if you know I’m there (am I there, am i? )
If you looked in my eyes would you see what’s inside
Would you even care?
I just wanna hold you close but so far
All I have are dreams of you
So I wait for the day (wait for the day)
To take the courage to say how much I love you
Yes I do
I’ll be dreaming of you tonight
Till tomorrow, I’ll be holding you tight
And there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be
Than here in my room dreaming about you and me
Corazón
No puedo dejar de pensar en ti
Como te necesito
Mi amor, como te extraño
(translation:
Sweetheart
I can’t stop thinking of you
How I need you
My love, how I miss you)
Late at night when all the world is sleeping
I stay up and think of you
And I still can’t believe
That you came up to me and said I love you
I love you too
Now I’m dreaming with you tonight
Till tomorrow (till tomorrow) and for all of my life
And there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be
Than here in my room
Dreaming with you endlessly
Chris Higgins
Author: Selena Quintanilla
Type: Lyric
Source: http://www.poemhunter.com/song/dreaming-of-you
Hey Mrs.Basham her is my Free Verse for tmrws hmw.
Not easy
This is a sport where you run
up and down the court. This is a
game of speed and skill and where
you run some painful drills.
This is a game of luck, skill,
concentrated power, and will.
It’s a little bit pleasure, but mostly
all game, if you give one hundred
percent then they’ll remember your
name.
Its fun but you can get hurt. It’s a
very tough sport. So one quick
reminder, if you cant take the pain
don’t play the game.
By: Chris
Type: FREE VERSE
Hey Mrs Basham this is my epitaph
Thank you for all the love you gave me.
There could be no one stronger.
Thank you for the many beautiful songs.
They will live long and longer
Hank Williams
R.I.P
http://www.famousquotes.me.uk/epitaphs/22.htm
Hi Mrs.Basham this is Jessica hope you like this poem!
Valentine's day poem boys and girls
Boys say:
Hearts and flowers
Kisses and stuff
It’s all so mushy
This Valentine yuck
Decorated boxes
Cards and things
But the best part
Of it all
Is…
Chocolate
Yummy!
I’ll fake it for that!
Girls say:
I love the hearts and flowers,
I like the cards and stuff
When a boy gives me a card
It makes me giggle and blush
But what makes me happy and smile
What really makes my day…
Is a biG box of
Chocolates
So buddy, hand them over fast!
Catherine Inscore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/valentine-s-day-poem-boys-and-girls/
Author:Catherine Inscore
Type of poem: Ballad
-Jessica Hernandez
January 28, 2007
January 28, 2007 11:25 AM
Hi Mrs.Basham hope you like this epitaph.
Honey you don't know
what you did for me,
Always playing the lottery.
The numbers you picked
came it to play,
Two days after you passed away.
For this,
a huge monument I do erect,
For now i get a yearly check.
How I wish you were alive,
For now we are worth 8.5
(actual epitaph of Elizabeth Rich,
Eufala,Alabama)
Type of poem: Epitaph
http://www.mamarocks.com/humorous_
epitaphs.htm
-Jessica Hernandez
Mmmm... MMMM..... Yeah
Verse 1:
Baby I just don't get it
Do you enjoy being hurt?
I know you smelled the perfume the make-up on his shirt
You don't believe his stories You know that they're all lies
Bad as you are you stick around and I just don't know why
If I was yo man (baby you)
Never worry bout (what I do)
I'll be coming home (back to you)
Every night doin' you right
You're the type of woman (deserves good thangs)
Wish for the diamonds (I have the ring)
Baby you're a star ( I just want to show you, you are)
Chorus:
You should let me love you
Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need
Baby good love and protection
Make me your selection
Show you the way love's supposed to be
Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you
Verse 2:
Listen
Your true beauty's description looks so good that it hurts
You're a dime plus ninety - nine and it's a shame don't even know what you're worth
Everywhere you go they stop and stare
Cause you're bad and it shows from your head to your toes
Out of control baby you know
If I was yo man (baby you)
Never worry bout (what I do)
I'll be coming home (back to you)
Every night doin' you right
You're the type of woman (deserves good thangs)
Wish for the diamonds (I have the ring)
Baby you're a star ( I just want to show you, you are)
Chorus:
You should let me love you
Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need
Baby good love and protection
Make me your selection
Show you the way love's supposed to be
Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you
Bridge:
You deserve better girl (you know you deserve better)
We should be together girl (baby)
With me and you it's whatever girl
So can we make this thing ours?
Chorus:
You should let me love you
Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need
Baby good love and protection
Make me your selection
Show you the way love's supposed to be
Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you
repeat til it ends (about 3 times)
Author:Mario
Type:lyric
SOURCE:www.lyrics.com
Betles
I want a love that's right
Right is only half of what's wrong
I want a short-haired girl
who sometimes wears it twice as long
Now I'm stepping out this old brown shoe
Baby I'm in love with you
I'm so glad you came here
It won't be the same now, I'm telling you
Pick me up from where
some try to drag me down
And when I see your smile
replacing every thoughtless frown
So escaping from this zoo
Baby I'm in love with you
I'm so glad you came here
it won't be the same now when I'm with you
If I grow up I'll be a singer
wearing rings on every finger
Not worrying what they or you'll say
I'll live and love and maybe some day
who knows baby, you may comfort me, heh
I may appear to be imperfect
my love is something you can't reject
I'm changing faster that the weather
If you and me should get together
Who knows baby, you may comfort me
I know my love is yours to miss
that love is something I'd hate
I'll make an early start
I'm making sure that I'm not late
For you sweet top lip I'm in the queue
Baby I'm in love with you
I'm so glad you came here
it won't be the same now when I'm with you
I'm so glad you came here
it won't be the same now when I'm with you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tu la, tu ru tu
Arthor:The Beatles
Source:http://www.stevesbeatles.com/songs/old_brown_shoe.asp
Type of Poem:Ballad
**K@tY@ m3d!N@**
"The Secret Letter"
by Elizabeth Santos from Pottstown, PA
e-mail: escheffey@aol.com
Among the cobwebbed attic treasures
Memories of yesteryear
Books and pictures, notes well weathered
Some brought laughter, some brought tears
She rummaged through the souvenirs
For hours and hours in reminisce
Childhood friends and high school proms
Her first real date, her first real kiss
Then she stumbled on a box
Of keepsakes from her mother's day
Little secret well-kept treasures
Opened now to light of day
She read the letters from her father
Words of love that brought her tears
She walked back through her mother's youth
Recapturing the long lost years
One more letter left unopened
At the bottom of the box
She sat and stared at it in wonder
Brushing back her golden locks
Dare she read the secret letter
From her mother's unknown youth
This box of treasures kindly quenching
Thirst for knowledge of the truth
She tore the envelope wide open
Pulled the letter from inside
And in the musty attic air
She read it slowly as she cried
It was a letter full of love
Not written in her father's hand
Addressed "Dear Rosebud" at the top
A letter from another man
It told of his undying love
And promised her that he would be
Beside her always in this life
And ever through eternity
The letter was unsigned of course
And barely finished in its haste
The ink was stained with teardrops
Of a love that now had gone to waste
She'd had a vision of her mother
Only seen in photographs
And always looking like an angel
Full of love and joyful laughs
And now the vision had been shattered
Now the truth had been exposed
A letter to a "Rosebud"
And her mother was the lovely rose
She took the letter to her father
And through her tears revealed the truth
Her mother had another love
The mother that she never knew
Her father tearfully then nodded
Trembling as he read the page
He said sometimes the written word
Reveals the truth from age to age
He held her tight and said these words
This secret I already knew
This letter's in your mother's hand
The "Rosebud", darling, it was you
BALLAD POEM!
DAD LOVE HER !
HER DAD GOT A NEW GIRL
SHE WEARS SKIRTS THAT TWIRL
SHE DIDN'T KNOW HER WELL
SHE THOUGT SHE LOOKED LIKE HELL
THE NEWS OF HER OTHER MOM
WERE THAT SHE WAS DEAD
ALL SHE COULD DO IS BE IN BED
LIFE CAN GIVE OPPERTUNITIES BUT YOU CANNOT BUY ALL THE GOOD THINGS IN IT!
TYPE :BALLAD
VIRIDIANA SOLANO:)
lyric:welcome to the black parade
source:www.plyrics.com
writers:chris/saundra
When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said, "Son when you grow up,
would you be the savior of the broken,
the beaten and the damned?"
He said "Will you defeat them,
your demons, and all the non-believers,
the plans that they have made?"
"Because one day I'll leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join The Black Parade."
When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said, "Son when you grow up,
would you be the savior of the broken,
the beaten and the damned?"
Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go.
And through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
And when you're gone we want you all to know.
We'll carry on,
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it.
A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all.
So paint it black and take it back
Let's shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end we hear the call
To carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches
On and on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers
Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me cause I could not care at all
Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Go and try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part
I won't explain or say I'm sorry
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar
Give a cheer for all the broken
Listen here, because it's who we are
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
Just a boy, who had to sing this song
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
I! don't! care!
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on
Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Go and try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part (We'll carry on)
Do or die, you'll never make me (We'll carry on)
Because the world will never take my heart (We'll carry on)
Go and try, you'll never break me (We'll carry)
We want it all, we wanna play this part (We'll carry on)
ballad lyrics:repeat that,repeat
source:www.poemhunter.com
writer:gerard manley hopkins
Repeat that, repeat,
Cuckoo, bird, and open ear wells, heart-springs, delightfully sweet,
With a ballad, with a ballad, a rebound
Off trundled timber and scoops of the hillside ground, hollow hollow hollow ground:
The whole landscape flushes on a sudden at a sound.
Betrayed
The Indian removal act
gave power to use force,
to make the Indians retract
past Mississippi's course.
The Indians transplanted, were
left to persue their life
roaming free west of the river.
Then later came the strife.
The Civil War had ended.
White people wanted land.
Farmers, miners, trappers, all moved
west to try their hand.
The timbermen and railroaders
all helped to forge the way.
Indian land, prime territory
was where they meant to stay.
The government had promised the
Indian's salvation,
so they signed a treaty to stay
on a reservation.
In exchange they'd get a payment
but promises weren't kept.
In desperate fighting for redress
many tears were wept.
Well-armed and well-fed soldiers had
effectively destroyed
the independent Indians
now scattered and deployed.
Their way of life has disappeared,
with it old traditions.
Now living in a white mans world
under new conditions.
It's so hard to find employment.
They keep it all inside,
malnutrition and dysfunction
alcohol, suicide.
Betrayed, their freedom stolen,
they feel isolation.
Indians endure their lives in
quiet desperation.
type of poem:Ballad
kasey almanza
"Holiday"
Say, hey!
Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)
The shame
The ones who died without a name
Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (Hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the money's on the other side
Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)
A gag, a plastic bag on a monument
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
(Hey!)
(Say, hey!)
(3,4)
"The representative from California has the floor"
Sieg Heil to the president Gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws yeah!
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
This is our lives on holiday
[Thanks to Chris for correcting these lyrics]
source:[ www.azlyrics.com ]
type:lyric
author:chris
can't buy me love
Can’t buy me love, love
Can’t buy me love
I’ll buy you a diamond ring my friend if it makes you feel alright
I’ll get you anything my friend if it makes you feel alright
’cause I don’t care too much for money, money can’t buy me love
I’ll give you all I got to give if you say you love me too
I may not have a lot to give but what I got I’ll give to you
I don’t care too much for money, money can’t buy me love
Can’t buy me love, everybody tells me so
Can’t buy me love, no no no, no
Say you don’t need no diamond ring and I’ll be satisfied
Tell me that you want the kind of thing that money just can’t buy
I don’t care too much for money, money can’t buy me love
http://www.shizzlelyrics.com/b/beatles/14285.html
AUTHOR:Pual M
type:lyric
Ballad of the Green Berets by SSgt. Barry Sadler
Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
Men who mean just what they say
The brave men of the Green Beret
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men we'll test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Trained to live, off nature's land
Trained in combat, hand to hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage deep, from the Green Beret
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men we'll test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her this last request
Put silver wings on my son's chest
Make him one of America's best
He'll be a man they'll test one day
Have him win the Green Beret
http://www.studyguide.org/ballads.htm
author:SSgt. Barry Sadler
type:ballad
No matter what she still says hi.
There once was a sunny day,
When a girl walked by and just said hey.
Her shirt was black her pants were blue,
She is alone, but says hello to you.
All she does is walk by and by,
No matter what she still says hi.
She helps you if you’re sad or cold,
Whether you were young or old.
Just walk by, she’ll be there,
No matter what she’ll never scare.
All she does is walk by and by,
No matter what she still says hi.
She got old in ’92,
But she’ll still be there for you.
When you’re sick or when you’re dead,
When your night’s blue black or red.
All she does is walk by and by,
No matter what she still says hi.
Author: Ashley Yanez
Type: Ballad
Hi mrs.basham, this is my ballad.
Never Let This Go"
Maybe if my heart stops beating
It won't hurt this much
And never will I have to answer
Again to anyone
Please don't get me wrong
Because I'll never let this go
But I can't find the words to tell you
I don't want to be alone
But now I feel like I don't know you
One day you'll get sick of
saying that everything's alright
And by then I'm sure I'll be pretending
Just like I am tonight
Please don't get me wrong
Because I'll never let this go
But I can't find the words to tell you
I don't want to be alone
But now I feel like I don't know you
Let this go, let this go
But I'll never let this go
But I can't find the words to tell you
I don't want to be alone
But now I feel like I don't know you
I'll never let this go
I can't find the words to tell you
That now I feel like I don't know you
by Paramore
type:ballad
source:www.plyrics.com
Alma provencio
"The Reunion"
by Susan Grieve from Victoria, BC, Canada
e-mail: hamewith@home.com
type:ballad
Round Westwood Swamp near Wellington,
Where the cougar's eerie cry
Pricks up the hairs upon your neck
When sunset streaks the sky,
A young boy rode his horse to home
All decked out, post parade,
In chaps of golden goatskin,
As light began to fade.
And as a small child steeped in dreams,
She wished that she could be
Like him, trick riding, on a horse,
For all the world to see.
By Puntataenkut and Tzenzaicut Lake
And where the Nazko River flows,
A young man herded cattle
Midst the moose and mosquitoes.
By lodgepole pine and aspen groves,
In swamps and sloughgrass too,
He rode upon the northern range
In the land called the Cariboo.
And oh, those tales she loved to hear
Of horse and ranch and sky.
And just to sit upon a horse
This child dreamed to try.
So she picked and gathered hay by hand
And stacked it in the shed,
To show him that to have a horse
She was both born and bred.
There's cougar on the Island,
And the Blue Tick baying hound
And the trail bark then tree bark,
Was where bounty could be found.
And she ran along behind him,
In pursuit of government cash,
Through the sting of the whipping branches
And the mess of the logging slash.
And later in the campfire glow
At night when embers swirl,
He cursed his luck, no son was there,
Instead there was the girl.
And her dreams of horses faded,
Where the fog and the mist does blow
In brooding cedars and Sitka spruce
And in the rasp of the raven's crow.
On another night in a hospital room
An old man prepared to die
His son was there beside him
To hear his anguished cry.
While years of pained denial
In his old memories did whirl
He made his peace there with his son,
But he wouldn't with the girl.
In a small corral on the forest edge
As the bay horse nudged her sleeve,
The hair on the neck of a woman
Pricked up on a summer's eve.
And there on the cut bank rim above
Where the horse and woman stood,
A golden pair of primordial eyes
Stared down from the darkened wood.
The bay, it lunged in terror
And snorting, wheeled around,
The woman grabbed a pike pole
And defiant, stood her ground.
"You can't have my long lost dream!"
Was the woman's angry wail.
The sweating bay it rolled its eyes.
The big cat flicked his tail.
She kept her angry vigil
Beneath the steadfast golden eyes,
'Til the wee hours of morning
When the Blue Tick hounds arrived,
And relieved, no shots, just trail barks
Had echoed through the hills,
As she remembered the Indian legend:
The hunter returns as what he kills
"The Reunion"
by Susan Grieve from Victoria, BC, Canada
e-mail: hamewith@home.com
Round Westwood Swamp near Wellington,
Where the cougar's eerie cry
Pricks up the hairs upon your neck
When sunset streaks the sky,
A young boy rode his horse to home
All decked out, post parade,
In chaps of golden goatskin,
As light began to fade.
And as a small child steeped in dreams,
She wished that she could be
Like him, trick riding, on a horse,
For all the world to see.
By Puntataenkut and Tzenzaicut Lake
And where the Nazko River flows,
A young man herded cattle
Midst the moose and mosquitoes.
By lodgepole pine and aspen groves,
In swamps and sloughgrass too,
He rode upon the northern range
In the land called the Cariboo.
And oh, those tales she loved to hear
Of horse and ranch and sky.
And just to sit upon a horse
This child dreamed to try.
So she picked and gathered hay by hand
And stacked it in the shed,
To show him that to have a horse
She was both born and bred.
There's cougar on the Island,
And the Blue Tick baying hound
And the trail bark then tree bark,
Was where bounty could be found.
And she ran along behind him,
In pursuit of government cash,
Through the sting of the whipping branches
And the mess of the logging slash.
And later in the campfire glow
At night when embers swirl,
He cursed his luck, no son was there,
Instead there was the girl.
And her dreams of horses faded,
Where the fog and the mist does blow
In brooding cedars and Sitka spruce
And in the rasp of the raven's crow.
On another night in a hospital room
An old man prepared to die
His son was there beside him
To hear his anguished cry.
While years of pained denial
In his old memories did whirl
He made his peace there with his son,
But he wouldn't with the girl.
In a small corral on the forest edge
As the bay horse nudged her sleeve,
The hair on the neck of a woman
Pricked up on a summer's eve.
And there on the cut bank rim above
Where the horse and woman stood,
A golden pair of primordial eyes
Stared down from the darkened wood.
The bay, it lunged in terror
And snorting, wheeled around,
The woman grabbed a pike pole
And defiant, stood her ground.
"You can't have my long lost dream!"
Was the woman's angry wail.
The sweating bay it rolled its eyes.
The big cat flicked his tail.
She kept her angry vigil
Beneath the steadfast golden eyes,
'Til the wee hours of morning
When the Blue Tick hounds arrived,
And relieved, no shots, just trail barks
Had echoed through the hills,
As she remembered the Indian legend:
The hunter returns as what he kills
type:lyric
I love you
How precious and sweet?
Tender and sensitive,
Delicious and delicate
“I love you”
...is sweet.
But, blended with poison.
I love you...
With hearts’ velocity,
Bodies’ vitality.
Chemical reaction
Heart to heart,
Wounds infectious,
Germs of infatuation
An excursion...
on void imagination.
No rhyme and meter
Still poetry to measure,
Depth of two hearts,
Words with magic,
Melodious as music,
Two hearts, lyric
beats without logic.
No arguments,
But lust...
pouring innocent kiss
Sharing the fragrance of lips.
Burning like pancake.
Both hearts fired,
Mysterious and miracles
But an illusion,
Unsolved solution.
Still...
I love you continues,
Confusion...
I love you,
Two hearts combination,
Never ends.
Tsewang Dorjee
I love you
How precious and sweet?
Tender and sensitive,
Delicious and delicate
“I love you”
...is sweet.
But, blended with poison.
I love you...
With hearts’ velocity,
Bodies’ vitality.
Chemical reaction
Heart to heart,
Wounds infectious,
Germs of infatuation
An excursion...
on void imagination.
No rhyme and meter
Still poetry to measure,
Depth of two hearts,
Words with magic,
Melodious as music,
Two hearts, lyric
beats without logic.
No arguments,
But lust...
pouring innocent kiss
Sharing the fragrance of lips.
Burning like pancake.
Both hearts fired,
Mysterious and miracles
But an illusion,
Unsolved solution.
Still...
I love you continues,
Confusion...
I love you,
Two hearts combination,
Never ends.
Author:Tsewang Dorjee
Source:http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-love-you-25/
Two men
They started walking
Started talking bout better days
One says to the other
We do it all again
Seems I knew I would
And now I found it
Found I got it
I didn’t want this
Somebody help me see
Now I feel it
Feel like I’ve been there
I didn’t need this
Somebody help me breathe
Here we are again
Just face to facing
Each other another day
Who wins
Well who cares
It always ends up the same
Seems I knew I would
And now I found it
Found I got it
I didn’t want this
Somebody help me see
And now I feel it
Feel that I’ve been there
I didn’t need this
Would somebody help me stand
And now I’ve told them
Already warned them
I didn’t want this
Somebody help me breathe
If I was them
Then I wanna be
What I see
If I could drag my life in a moment
Wanna know do you want me to go
Gonna keep it all from ending
Never stop myself from pretending
That you always knew that I never could
All I ever really wanted was to be the same
Equal treatment never ever comes
And there they go again
All I ever really wanted was to be like you
So perfect
So worthless
If I could take it all back think again
I would
And now I found it
Found I got it
I didn’t want this
Somebody help me see
Now I feel it
Feel that I’ve been there
I didn’t need this
Somebody help me stand
And now I’ve told them
I didn’t want this
I didn’t need this
Would somebody help me breathe
Would somebody help me breathe
Would somebody help me?
Nickleback
www.poemhunter.com
lyric
Laura Salinas
Hey Mrs.Bashem this is my epitaph
There I lied
That was a sin
Now i hide
For now I can't win
this is my epitaph
laura salinas
My last night as a full-time child
I didn't want to sleep, for fear of
Waking up in a rustle of too-crisp sheets
And a creak of inadequate bedsprings
With a lightly snoring virtual stranger eight feet away.
And also I didn't want it to be tomorrow,
Because then it would be time to do what
I've denied for three weeks of subsistence
And oblivion--ignoring is bliss.
And I saw everything I never did
Lying around me, pieces and steps of the
Success I never got, reminders that
Whatever I planned, I never got far.
But in the middle of these broken promises
To myself, I could see for the first time
That I have not been broken.
And I must keep myself, all that is real,
As daybreak does, and nightfall.
I exist to others, but all I need is me.
I will be the last promise, when all is said
And kept.
Katherine Foreman
www.hyperborea.org
free verse
Here is my lyric mrs. basham i hope you liked, it's a little old
MORE THAN A WOMAN
Oh, girl I've known you very well
I've seen you growing everyday
I never really looked before
but now you take my breath away.
Suddenly you're in my life
part of everything I do
you got me working day and night
just trying to keep a hold on you.
Here in your arms I found my paradise
my only chance for happiness
and if I lose you now I think I would die.
Oh say you'll always be my baby
we can make it shine, we can take forever
just a minute at a time.
More than a woman, more than a woman to me
more than a woman, more than a woman to me
more than a woman, oh, oh, oh.
There are stories old and true
of people so in love like you and me
and I can see myself
let history repeat itself.
Reflecting how I feel for you
thinking about those people then
I know that in a thousand years
I'd fall in love with you again.
This is the only way that we should fly
this is the only way to go
and if I lose you I know I would die.
Oh say you'll always be my baby
we can make it shine, we can take forever
just a minute at a time.
More than a woman, more than a woman to me
more than a woman, more than a woman to me
more than a woman, oh, oh, oh.
type of poem: Lyric
source:http://www.eddy.mv.ru/bee/song.dir/mtaw.html
author: K. Melody Ishiwata
Mrs. Basham here is my ballad it took me time to find it..
A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me
The miles just keep rollin'
As the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated
But I hope that it gets better as we go
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl its only you and me
Everything I know, and anywhere I go
It gets hard but it wont take away my love
And when the last one falls
When it's all said and done
It gets hard but it wont take away my love
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl its only you and me
type of poem: ballad
source:http://www.digitaldreamdoor.com/pages/best_balladsddd.html
http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/3_doors_down_lyrics_712/another_700_miles_lyrics_28231/here_without_you_lyrics_308815.html
author:Lew
Ramon Almaguer
here mrs.basham this the lyric i found
-rachel avila-
BROTHER SONG LYRICS
Brother
It wasn’t long ago that I was all alone
I never had anyone, anyone to call my own
I knew where I was going, but I never had a clue
What my life would really be until I found you
You pulled me from the loneliness, you made me feel at home
You taught me about brotherhood, now I know I’ll never roam
We started out as strangers, but now we’re more than friends
We’ve become a family that I know will never end
Chorus:
You’re my brother, you have always been there
You’re my brother, in my time of need
You’re my brother, I would follow you anywhere
You’re my brother, no matter where life leads
You’ve always stood beside me every step of the way
We do that for each other, yeah, we do that day by day
If we stand together, united as one
We can do anything that we need to get done
Chorus
I put my life in your hands, I’ve laid it on the line
I know you will never let me down
And I will come running if ever you should call
Even though I may not always be around
Chorus
You’re my brother, for a lifetime guarunteed
-rachel avila-
this is another lyric i found
for a sister
If My Sister's In Trouble - Sister Act
Do you ever feel it
When people get unkind
You can hear it in their voices
They got poison on their mind
Though ignorance should never be excused
I'll do my best to shake off their attitude
I'm walkin' away again
But there's one thing
That will make me take a stand
CHORUS:
If my sister's in trouble
I will always help her out
If my sister's in trouble
I will turn the world around
I will fight for her right
No matter where the problem seems to lie
If my sister's in trouble so am I
If my sister's in trouble so am I
So am I
All across the land
There's people walkin' blind
But when the heat comes down
I'll be standin' by your side
Cause I'll be there for you
Like you are there for me
Nothin' feels as good as a sister's loyalty
I'm talkin' about family
And what my sister means to me
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
I'm talkin' 'bout family
And what my sister means to me
CHORUS
sister, talkin' 'bout my sister
my sister
you're in trouble
so am I, ooh yeah
talkin' 'bout family
I will be there,
If you're in trouble,
Reach out your hand,
I'll help you sister
I will be there
If you're in trouble,
Reach out your hand,
Call on me sister
So Lonely
Well, someone told me yesterday
That when you throw your love away
You act as if you don’t care
You look as if you’re going somewhere
But I just can’t convince myself
I couldn’t live with no one else
And I can only play that part
And sit and nurse my broken heart, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely
Now no-one’s knocked upon my door
For a thousand years, or more
All made up and nowhere to go
Welcome to this one man show
Just take a seat, they’re always free
No surprise, no mystery
In this theatre that I call my soul
I always play the starring role, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely
So lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
I feel lonely, I’m so lonely, I feel so low
I feel lonely, I’m so lonely, I feel so low
So Lonely
Well, someone told me yesterday
That when you throw your love away
You act as if you don’t care
You look as if you’re going somewhere
But I just can’t convince myself
I couldn’t live with no one else
And I can only play that part
And sit and nurse my broken heart, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely
Now no-one’s knocked upon my door
For a thousand years, or more
All made up and nowhere to go
Welcome to this one man show
Just take a seat, they’re always free
No surprise, no mystery
In this theatre that I call my soul
I always play the starring role, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely
So lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
I feel lonely, I’m so lonely, I feel so low
I feel lonely, I’m so lonely, I feel so low
mrs.basham here is my lyric poem
"Lips Of An Angel"
honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now
Honey why are you crying is everything okay
I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And yes I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue
Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
(And I never wanna say goodbye)
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
honey why you calling me so late?
lyrics by hinder
htttp://www.az.lyrics.com
this is my ballad
Be with me
This is a ballad for the good times
So put a battery in your leg
Put a rock beat over anything
Get it stuck there in your head
You can be with me
I got nothing to rely on
I've broken every bone
Everybody's stop believing
But you know you're not alone
You can be with me
This is a ballad for the good times
And all the dignity we had
Don't get het up on the evil things
You ain't coming back
You can be with me
If you want to be
You can be with me....
James Dickenson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-with-me
Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.
Anonymous
He Cries
Sometimes when he's alone
He Cries,
Cause he is on his own.
The tears he cries are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
He Cries because his heart is torn.
He finds it difficult to carry on.
If he had an ear to confiding,
he would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
He Cries
and no one cares about why.
Student:victor del toro
Type:Ballad
-rachel-
this is my free verse i made up
MY BROTHER
My Brother you are my hero
you are my advisor
you are the one who is always there for me
you understand my deepest feelings
you are the one who care about me
you make smile when i am with you
you are best friend i hang out with
you are so smart in everthing
you are the first person to ask for help
you know whats best for me
you know that when i am sad you always cheer me up
you are my angel
you the person that leads me to the the right direction
my brother did you know i always love you
mrs.basham here is my lyrics
Artist: Alice Cooper
tooken from the album: Raise your fist and YELL!
Transcriptted by the Ox [SLT]
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An angel fell one stormy night
From heaven's glory
He split the earth to reign in hell
He fears the light
He fears the truth
He hears what's going to be
He spits on life
He spits on God
He spits up death for you and me
CHORUS
Prince of darkness
Study's the world with hungry eyes
Prince of darkness
Ready to baptize you in lies
Heart of evil, Soul of blackness
Prince of darkness
He saw that man was just a boy
With a baby's mind
He swore damnation to God's creation
He lives for hate
He lives for tears
He lives up to his name
He knew the light
He knew the one
Who was crucified in pain
CHORUS
Heart of evil, Soul of blackness
He fears the light
He fears the truth
He fears what's going to be
He spits on life
He spits on God
He spits up death for you and me
CHORUS
Prince of darkness
He smells the breath
Of sweet human sin
And deeply breathes it in
Prince of darkness
P.S (i dont know if this is what u wanted)
-rachel avila-
the ballad i found
http://www.johnstons.org/clan/ballads.html
YOUNG JOHNSTONE
(Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. 193)
Young Johnstone and the young Colnel
Sat drinking at the wine:
'O gin ye wad marry my sister,
It's I wad marry thine.'
'I wadna marry your sister
For a' your house and land;
But I'll keep her for my leman,
When I come oer the strand.'
Young Johnstone had a little small
sword,
Hung low down by his gair,
And he stabbed it through the young
Colnel,
That word he neer spak mair.
But he's awa to his sister's bower,
He's tirled at the pin:
'Whare hae ye been my dear brither,
Sae late a coming in?'
'I hae been at the school, sister,
Learning young clerks to sing.'
'I've dreamed a dreary dream this
night,
I wish it may be for good;
They were seeking you with hawks
and hounds,
And the young Colnel was dead.'
'Hawks and hounds they may seek me,
As I trow well they be;
For I have killed the young Colnel,
And thy own true-love was he.'
'If ye hae killed the young Colnel,
O dule and wae is me!
But I wish ye may be hanged on a
hie gallows,
And hae nae power to flee.'
And he's awa to his true-love's
bower,
He's tirled at the pin:
'Whar hae ye been, my dear Johnstone,
Sae late a coming in?'
'It's I hae been at the school,'
he says,
'Learning young clerks to sing.'
'I have dreamed a dreary dream,'
she says,
'I wish it may be for good;
'They were seeking you with hawks
and hounds,
And the young Colnel was dead.'
'Hawks and hounds they may seek me,
As I trow well they be;
For I hae killed the young Colnel,
And thy ae brother was he.'
'If ye hae killed the young Colnel,
O dule and wae is me!
But I care the less for the young
Colnel,
If thy ain body be free.
'Come in, come in, my dear Johnstone,
Come in and take a sleep;
And I will go to my casement,
And carefully I will thee keep.'
He had not weel been in her bower-door,
No not for half an hour,
When four and twenty belted knights
Came riding to the bower.
'Well may you sit and see, lady,
Well may you sit and say;
Did you not see a bloody squire
Come riding by this way?'
'What color were his hawks?' she says,
What color were his hounds?
What color was the gallant steed,
That bore him from the bounds?'
'Bloody, bloody were his hawks,
And bloody were his hounds;
But milk-white was the gallant steed,
That bore him from the bounds.'
'Yes, bloody, bloody were his hawks,
And bloody were his hounds;
But milk-white was the gallant steed,
That bore him from the bounds.
'Light down, light down now, gentlemen,
And take some bread and wine;
And the steed be swift that he rides on,
He's past the brig o' lyne.'
'We thank you for your bread, fair
lady,
We thank you for your wine,
But I wad gie thrice three thousand
pound
That bloody knight was taen.'
'Lie still, lie still, my dear Johnstone,
Lie still and take a sleep;
For thy enemies are past and gone,
And carefully I will thee keep.'
But young Johnstone had a little wee
sword,
Hung low down by his gair,
And he stabbed it in fair Annet's breast,
A deep wound and a sair.
'What aileth thee now, dear Johnstone?
What aileth thee at me?
Hast thou not got my father's gold,
Bot and my mither's fee?'
'Now live, now live, may dear ladye,
Now live but half an hour,
And there's no a leech in a' Scotland
But shall be in thy bower.'
'How can I live? How shall I live?
Young Johnstone, do not you see
The red, red drops o my bonny
heart's blood
Rin trinkling down my knee?
'But take thy harp into thy hand,
And harp out owre yon plain,
And neer think mair on thy true-love
Than if she had never been.'
He hadna weel been out o the stable,
And on his saddle set,
Till four and twenty broad arrows
Were thrilling in his heart.
THE LADS OF WAMPHRAY
(Glenriddel MSS., xi, 34, 1791)
Twixt the Girthhead and Langwood-end
Lived the Galiard and the Galiard's men.
It is the lads of Lethenha,
The greatest rogues among them a'.
It is the lads of Leverhay,
That drove the Crichton's gear away.
It is the lads o the Kirkhill,
The gay Galiard and Will o Kirkhill.
But and the lads of Stefenbiggin,
They brok the house in at the riggin.
The lads o Fingland and Hellbackhill,
They were neer for good, but aye for ill.
Twixt the Staywood Buss and Landside
Hill,
They stelld the broked cow and
branded bull.
It is the lads o the Girthhead,
The diel's in them for pride and greed.
. . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . .
The Galiard is to the stable gane;
Instead of the Dun, the Blind he's taen.
'Come out now, Simmy o the Side,
Come out and see a Johnston ride!
'Here's the boniest horse in a'
Nithside,
And a gentle Johnston aboon his hide.'
Simmy Crichton's mounted then,
And Crichtons has raised mony a ane.
The Galiard thought his horse had
been fleet,
But they did outstip him quite out
o sight.
As soon as the Galiard the Crichton
he saw,
Beyond the saugh-bush he did draw.
The Crichtons there the Galiard
hae taen,
And nane wi him but Willy alane.
'O Simmy, Simmy, now let me gang,
And I vow I'll neer do a Crichton
wrang!'
'O Simmy, Simmy, now let me be,
And a peck o goud I'll gie to thee!
'O Simmy, Simmy, let me gang,
And my wife shall heap it wi her hand!'
But the Crichtons wadna let Willy bee,
But they hanged him high upon a tree.
O think then Will he was right wae,
When he saw his uncle guided sae.
'But if ever I live Wamphray to see,
My uncle's death revenged shall be!'
Back to Wamphray Willy's gane,
And riders has raised mony a ane.
Saying, My lads, if ye'll be true,
Ye's a' be clad in the nobel blue.
Back to Nithsdale they are gane,
And away the Crichtons' nout they hae
taen.
As they came out at the Wallpath-head,
The Crichtons bad them light and lead.
And when they came to the Biddess-
burn,
The Crichtons had them stand and turn.
And when they came to the Biddess-
strand,
The Crichtons they were hard at hand.
But when they came to the Biddess-law,
The Johnstons bid them stand and draw.
Out then spake then Willy Kirkhill:
'Of fighting, lads ye's hae your fill.'
Then off his horse Willy he lap,
And a burnished brand in his hand
he took.
And through the Crichtons Willy he ran,
And dang them down both horse and man.
O but these lads wer wondrous rude,
When the Biddess-burn ran three days
blood!
'I think, my lads, we've done a noble
deed;
We have revenged the Galiard's blood.
'For every finger of the Galiard's hand,
I vow this day I've killed a man.'
And hame for Wamphray they are gane,
And away the Crichtons' nout they've
taen.
'Sin we've done na hurt, nor we'll
take na wrang,
But back to Wamphray we will gang.'
As they came in a Evanhead,
At Reaklaw-holm they spred abread.
'Drive on, my lads, it will be late;
We'll have a pint at Wamphray Gate.
'For where eer I gang, or eer I ride,
The lads o Wamphr[a]y's at my side.
'For all the lads that I do ken,
The lads o Wamphr[a]y's king a men.'
LORD MAXWELL'S LAST GOODNIGHT
(Communicated to Percy by G. Paton,
Edinburgh, December 4, 1778)
'Good lord of the land, will you stay
thane
About my father's house,
And walk into these gardines green,
In my arms I'll the embraice.
'Ten thousand times I'll kiss thy face;
Make sport, and let's be mery:'
'I thank you lady fore your kindness;
Trust me, I may not stay with the.
'For I have kil'd the laird Johnston,
I vallow not the feed;
My wiked heart did still incline;
He was my father's dead.
'Both night and day I did proced,
And a' on him revainged to be;
But now have I gotten what I long
sowght,
Trust me, I may not stay with the.
'Adue, Dumfriese, that proper place!
Fair well, Carlaurike faire!
Adue the castle of the Trive,
And all my buldings there!
'Adue, Lochmaben gates so faire,
And the Langhm shank, where birks
bobs bony!
Adue, my leady and only joy!
Trust me, I may not stay with the.
'Adue, fair Eskdale, up and doun,
Where my poor friends do duell!
The bangisters will beat them doun,
And will them sore compell.
'I'll reveinge the cause mysell,
Again when I come over the sea;
Adue, my leady and only joy!
Fore, trust me, I may not stay with
the.
'Adue, Dumlanark! fals was ay,
And Closburn! in a band;
The laird of the Lag from my father
fled
When the Jhohnstones struck of his
hand.
'They wer three brethren in a band;
I pray they may never be merry;
Adue, my leady and only joy!
Trust me, I may not stay with the.
'Adue, madame my mother dear,
But and my sister[s] two.
Fair well, Robin in the Orchet!
Fore the my heart is wo.
'Adue, the lillie, and fair well,
rose,
And the primros, spreads fair and
bony,
Adue, my leady and only joy!
Fore, trust me, I may not stay with
the.'
He took out a good gold ring,
Where at hang sygnets three:
Take thou that, my own kind thing,
And ay have mind of me.
'Do not mary another lord,
Agan or I come over the sea;
Adue, my leady and only joy!
Fore, trust me, I may not stay with
the.'
The wind was fair, and the ship was
clare,
And the good lord went away;
The most part of his friends was there,
Giving him a fair convoy.
They drank the wine, they did not spare,
Presenting in that goode lord's sight;
Now he is over the floods so gray;
Lord Maxwell has ta'en his last Good-night.
hi mrs.basham here is another balled
The Veil
from: Songs of the East
Translated by: Henry Carrington
THE SISTER
Why, brother, why upon me stare?
Why do your brows so fiercely lower?
Your eyes like funeral torches glare,
Beneath their gloomy looks I cower.
Why do I see your sashes rent?
Why have you thrice your fingers laid
Upon the sheath? What dire intent
Makes you half draw the glittering blade?
FIRST BROTHER
Raised you today your veil, and face displayed!
SISTER
Home from the bath my path I took --
Brothers! Look not so terribly! --
And I was hidden from the look
Of every unbeliever's eye.
But as the Mosque I hurried by,
Close covered in my palanquin,
Stifled beneath the mid-day sky,
I loosed my veil to breathe between.
SECOND BROTHER
Did not a man then pass in Cafton green?
SISTER
Ah, yes, perhaps it may be so;
But he ne'er saw my face. My brothers,
Together you are whispering low--
What whisper you to one another?
You would not kill me? On your soul
He saw me not! My oath beieve!
Have mercy! Your blind rage control!
Your poor young sister, O reprieve!
THIRD BROTHER
Blood-red I saw the sun sink down at eve.
SISTER
Mercy, O mercy! Brothers, cease,
Your daggers stab me to the heart!
Brothers! I cling about your knees!
O veil! White veil! The cause thou art!
Brothers! Your dying sister prop,
Tear not my bleeding hand away --
Darkness come o'er me -- with me stop --
The veil of death shuts out the day.
FOURTH BROTHER
Unlifted by your hands this veil will stay.
September 1825
here mrs basham this is my balled (i think)
Ballad of Oxford (Jimmy Meredith)
By Phil Ochs
I'll sing you a song about a southern town where the devil had his rule
When marshalls faced an angry mob to send one man to school
His name was Jimmy Meredith
the tide he helped to turn
For he chose to stay on that terrible day
The land was soon to learn
There was blood, red blood, on their hands,
Yellow dirt on their clothes
What they thought they were doing,
Only god and the devil knows
There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,
Shot from their souls like a gun
And as they threw their stones and bricks,
They screamed, "see what you have done!"
The governor made a promise he would keep the trouble down
But when the mob got ugly no troopers could be found
And men were filled with hate and fear,
They screamed into the night
The rebel flag waved in the air
The symbol of state's rights
There was blood, red blood, on their hands,
Yellow dirt on their clothes
What they thought they were doing,
Only god and the devil knows
There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,
Shot from their souls like a gun
And as they threw their stones and bricks,
They screamed, "see what you have done!"
Gas was fired into the mob after each attack
And though the gas was running low, they never fired back
And when the smoke had cleared and the fury felt its pain
Two men were dead and a hundred bled
The south had risen again
So listen Mr Barnet, and Mr Walker, too
The times are changing mighty fast, they'll roll right over you
But someday you'll head for the south, to the southern tip of hell
And it's hot down there, white-hot down there
Let's hear your rebel yell!
There was blood, red blood, on their hands,
Yellow dirt on their clothes
What they thought they were doing,
Only god and the devil knows
There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,
Shot from their souls like a gun
And as they threw their stones and bricks,
They screamed, "see what you have done!"
"See what you have done!"
_ij
Hi Mrs.Basham this is my free verse.
It stands strong like a brick wall
It stands storng when it wants to fall
It can't move
It can't open
It can't close
What is this thing you see?
It's my heart.
It's what stands between you and me.
I hope you like it
~miranda marty
hey mrs. basham.
its alex.
this is my lyric poem.
you should have told how you felt.
you should have told me what was wrong.
instead of listening to your friends.
all those lies that they put in your head.
now im gone
im never coming back
now im gone
you'll never ever ever see me again.
you called me names i didnt want
to hear, your voice was getting strong
stronger, then i left....
now im gone
you'll never see me again
now im gone
im never gonna speak to you.
the pain that i feel
what you put me through.
your head is a mess
from the lies that they said.
you were never there for me
now im gone
for eternety...
now im gone.
<33
-alexandra m. garza
here is my poem oh and what jessica told you keep that a secret
karla..<3
"I Saw It On Your Keyboard"
There exists a melody
That just might change your mind
Oh, if only I knew the key
To sing to make you mine
And then I saw it on your keyboard
And you saw it on my sleeve
I never knew a heart existed
Outside of make believe
Until I read it on your keyboard
I knew at least I might just have a chance
To catch a shooting star
There exists a star above
That always steals my stare
And there exists a star on stage
That never seems to care
And then I saw it on your keyboard
And you saw it in my eyes
I didn't mean to scare you
You just seem really nice
And when I read it on your keyboard
I knew at least I might just have a chance
To catch a shooting star
author:hellogodbye
source:http://www.azlyrics.com
type of poem:lyric
Hi Mrs.Basham here are my lyrics.
Here I Go Again
Peformed By: Whitesnake
I don't know where I'm going
But, I sure know where I've been
Hanging on the promises
In songs of yesterday
An' I've made up my mind,
I ain't wasting no more time
But, here I go again
Here I go again
Tho' I keep searching for an answer,
I never seem to find what I'm looking for
Oh Lord, I pray
You give me strength to carry on,
'Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
An' here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known,
Like a hobo* I was born to walk alone
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
I'm just another heart in need of rescue,
Waiting on love's sweet charity
An' I'm gonna hold on
For the rest of my days,
'Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
An' here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known,
Like a hobo* I was born to walk alone
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
But, here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go...
An' I've made up my mind,
I ain't wasting no more time
An' here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known,
Like a hobo I was born to walk alone
'Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
An' here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known,
Like a hobo I was born to walk alone
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time...
But, here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go,
Here I go again...
~miranda marty
i got these lyrics at http://www.davidcoverdale.com/albumcovers/lyrics.asp?title=Here+I+Go+Again
THE RIME
OF THE
ANCYENT MARINERE,
ARGUMENT.
How a ship having passed the Line was driven by Storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own Country.
I.
It is an ancyent Marinere,
And he stoppeth one of three:
"By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye
"Now wherefore stoppest me?
The bridegroom's doors are open'd wide
"And I am next of kin;
"The Guests are met, the Feast is set,--
"May'st hear the merry din.
But still he holds the wedding-guest--
There was a Ship, quoth he--
"Nay, if thou'st got a laughsome tale,
"Marinere! come with me."
He holds him with his skinny hand,
Quoth he, there was a Ship--
"Now get thee hence, thou grey-beard Loon!
"Or my Staff shall make thee skip.
He holds him with his glittering eye--
The wedding guest stood still
And listens like a three year's child;
The Marinere hath his will.
The wedding-guest sate on a stone,
He cannot chuse but hear:
And thus spake on that ancyent man,
The bright-eyed Marinere.
The Ship was cheer'd, the Harbour clear'd--
Merrily did we drop
Below the Kirk, below the Hill,
Below the Light-house top.
The Sun came up upon the left,
Out of the Sea came he:
And he shone bright, and on the right
Went down into the Sea.
Higher and Higher every day,
Till over the mast at noon--
The wedding-guest here beat his breast,
For he heard the loud bassoon.
The Bride hath pac'd into the Hall,
Red as a rose is she;
Nodding their heads before her goes
The merry Minstralsy.
The wedding-guest he beat his breast
Yet he cannot chuse but hear:
And thus spake on that ancyent Man,
The bright-eyed Marinere.
Listen, Stranger! Storm and Wind,
A Wind and Tempest strong!
For days and weeks it play'd us freaks--
Like Chaff we drove along.
Listen, Stranger! Mist and Snow,
And it grew wond'rous cauld:
And Ice mast-high came floating by
As green as Emerauld.
And thro' the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen;
Ne shapes of men ne beasts we ken--
The Ice was all between.
The Ice was here, the Ice was there,
The Ice was all around:
It crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'd--
Like noises of a swound.
At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the Fog it came;
And an it were a Christian Soul,
We hail'd it in God's name.
The Marineres gave it biscuit-worms,
And round and round it flew:
The Ice did split with a thunder-fit;
The Helmsman steer'd us thro'.
And a good south wind sprung up behind,
The Albatross did follow;
And every day for food or play
Came to the Marinere's hollo!
In mist or cloud on mast or shroud
It perch'd for vespers nine,
Whiles all the night thro' [fog-smoke white]
Glimmer'd the white moon-shine.
"God save thee, ancyent Marinere!
"From the fiends that plague thee thus--
"Why look'st thou so?"--with my cross bow
I shot the Albatross.
II.
The Sun came up upon the right,
Out of the Sea came he;
And broad as a weft upon the left
Went down into the Sea.
And the good south wind still blew behind,
But no sweet Bird did follow
Ne any day for food or play
Came to the Marinere's hollo!
And I had done an hellish thing
And it would work 'em woe;
For all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird
That made the Breeze to blow.
Ne dim ne red, like God's own head,
The glorious Sun uprist:
Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird
That brought the fog and mist.
T'was right, said they, such birds to slay
That bring the fog and mist.
The breezes blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow follow'd free:
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent Sea.
Down dropt the breeze, the Sails dropt down,
'Twas sad as sad could be
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the Sea.
All in a hot and copper sky
The bloody sun at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the moon.
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, ne breath ne motion,
As idle as a painted Ship
Upon a painted Ocean.
Water, water every where
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water every where,
Ne any drop to drink.
The very deeps did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy Sea.
About, about, in reel and rout
The Death-fires danc'd at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green and blue and white.
And some in dreams assured were
Of the Spirit that plagued us so:
Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us
From the Land of Mist and Snow.
And every tongue thro' utter drouth
Was wither'd at the root;
We could not speak no more than if
We had been choked with soot.
Ah wel-a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young;
Instead of the Cross the Albatross
About my neck was hung.
III.
I saw a something in the Sky
No bigger than my fist;
At first it seem'd a little speck
And then it seem'd a mist:
It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last
A certain shape, I wist.
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
And still it ner'd and ner'd;
And, an it dodged a water-sprite,
It plung'd and tack'd and veer'd.
With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd
Ne could we laugh, ne wail:
Then while thro' drouth all dumb they stood
I bit my arm and suck'd the blood
And cry'd, A sail! A sail!
With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd
Agape they hear'd me call:
Gramercy! they for joy did grin
And all at once their breath drew in
As they were drinking all.
She doth not tack from side to side--
Hither to work us weal
Withouten wind, withouten tide
She steddies with upright keel.
The western wave was all a flame,
The day was well nigh done!
Almost upon the western wave
Rested the broad bright Sun;
When that strange shape drove suddenly
Betwixt us and the Sun.
And strait the Sun was fleck'd with bars
(Heaven's mother send us grace)
As if thro' a dungeon grate he peer'd
With broad and burning face.
Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud)
How fast she neres and neres!
Are those her sails that glance in the Sun
Like restless gossameres?
Are th[e]se her naked ribs, which fleck'd
The sun that did behind them peer?
And are th[e]se two all, all the crew,
That woman and her fleshless Pheere?
His bones were black with many a crack,
All black and bare, I ween;
Jet-black and bare, save where with rust
Of mouldy damps and charnel crust
They're patch'd with purple and green.
Her lips are red, her looks are free,
Her locks are yellow as gold:
Her skin is white as leprosy,
And she is far liker Death than he;
Her flesh makes the still air cold.
The naked Hulk alongside came
And the Twain were playing dice;
"The Game is done! I've won, I've won!"
Quoth she, and whistled thrice.
A gust of wind sterte up behind
And whistled thro' his bones;
Thro' the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth
Half-whistles and half-groans.
With never a whisper in the Sea
Oft darts the Spectre-ship;
While clombe above the Eastern bar
The Horned Moon, with one bright Star
Almost atween the tips.
One after one by the horned Moon
(Listen!, O Stranger! to me)
Each turn'd his face with a ghastly pang
And curs'd me with his ee.
Four times fifty living men,
With never a sigh or groan.
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump
They dropp'd down one by one.
Their souls did from their bodies fly,--
They fled to bliss or woe;
And every soul it pass'd me by,
Like the whiz of my Cross-bow.
IV.
I fear thee, ancyent Marinere!
"I fear thy skinny hand;
"And thou art long and lank and brown
"As is the ribb'd Sea-sand.
"I fear thee and thy glittering eye
"And thy skinny hand so brown--
Fear not, fear not, thou wedding guest!
This body dropt not down.
Alone, alone, all all alone
Alone on the wide wide Sea;
And Christ would take no pity on
My soul in agony.
The many men so beautiful
And they all dead did lie!
And a million million slimy things
Liv'd on--and so did I.
I look'd upon the rotting Sea,
And drew my eyes away;
I look'd upon the eldritch deck
And there the dead men lay.
I look'd to Heaven, and try'd to pray;
But or ever a prayer had gusht,
A wicked whisper came and made
My heart as dry as dust.
I clos'd my lids and kept them close,
Till the balls like pulses beat;
For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky
Lay like a load on my weary eye,
And the dead were at my feet.
The cold sweat melted from their limbs,
Ne rot, ne reek did they;
The look with which they look'd on me,
Had never pass'd away.
An orphan's curse would drag to Hell
A spirit from on high:
But O! more horrible than that
Is the curse in a dead man's eye!
Seven days, seven nights I saw that curse,
And yet I could not die.
The moving Moon went up the sky
And no where did abide:
Softly she was going up
And a star or two beside--
Her beams bemock'd the sultry main
Like morning frosts yspread;
But where the ship's huge shadow lay,
The charmed water burnt alway
A still and awful red.
Beyond the shadow of the ship
I watch'd the water-snakes:
They mov'd in tracks of shining white;
And when they rear'd, the elfish light
Fell off in hoary flakes.
Within the shadow of the ship
I watch'd their rich attire:
Blue, glossy green, and velvet black
They coil'd and swam; and every track
Was a flash of golden fire.
O happy living things! no tongue
Their beauty might declare:
A spring of love gusht from my heart,
And I bless'd them unaware!
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And I bless'd them unaware.
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
V.
O sleep, it is a gentle thing
Belov'd from pole to pole!
To Mary-queen the praise be yeven
She sent the gentle sleep from heaven
That slid into my soul.
The silly buckets on the deck
That had so long remain'd,
I dreamt that they were fill'd with dew
And when I awoke it rain'd.
My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My garments all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams
And still my body drank.
I mov'd and could not feel my limbs,
I was so light, almost
I thought that I had died in sleep,
And was a blessed Ghost.
The roaring wind! it roar'd far off,
It did not come anear;
But with its sound it shook the sails
That were so thin and sere.
The upper air bursts into life,
And a hundred fire-flags sheen
To and fro are hurried about;
And to and fro, and in and out
The stars dance on between.
The coming wind doth roar more loud;
The sails do sigh like sedge:
The rain pours down from one black cloud
And the Moon is at its edge.
Hark! hark! the thick black cloud is cleft,
And the Moon is at its side:
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The lightning falls with never a jag
A river steep and wide.
The strong wind reach'd the ship: it roar'd
And dropp'd down, like a stone!
Beneath the lightning and the moon
The dead men gave a groan.
They groan'd, they stirr'd, they all uprose,
Ne spake, ne mov'd their eyes:
It had been strange, even in a dream
To have seen those dead men rise.
The helmsman steer'd, the ship mov'd on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
The Marineres all 'gan work the ropes
Where they were wont to do:
They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools--
We were a ghastly crew.
The body of my brother's son
Stood by me knee to knee:
The body and I pull'd at one rope,
But he said nought to me--
And I quak'd to think of my own voice
How frightful it would be!
The day-light dawn'd--they dropp'd their arms,
And cluster'd round the mast:
Sweet sounds rose slowly thro' their mouths
And from their bodies pass'd.
Around, around, flew each sweet sound,
Then darted to the sun:
Slowly the sounds came back again
Now mix'd, now one by one.
Sometimes a dropping from the sky
I heard the Lavrock sing;
Sometimes all little birds that are
How they seem'd to fill the sea and air
With their sweet jargoning,
And now 'twas like all instruments,
Now like a lonely flute;
And now it is like an angel's song
That makes the heavens be mute.
It ceas'd: yet still the sails made on
A pleasant noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
Listen, O listen, thou Wedding-guest!
"Marinere! thou hast thy will:
"For that, which comes out of thine eye, doth make
"My body and soul to be still."
Never sadder tale was told
To a man of woman born:
Sadder and wiser thou wedding-guest!
Thou'lt rise to morrow morn.
Never sadder tale was heard
By a man of woman born:
The Marineres all return'd to work
As silent as beforne.
The Marineres all 'gan pull the ropes,
But look at me they n'old:
Thought I, I am as thin as air--
They cannot me behold.
Till noon we silently sail'd on
Yet never a breeze did breathe:
Slowly and smoothly went the ship
Mov'd onward from beneath.
Under the keel nine fathom deep
From the land of mist and snow
The spirit slid: and it was He
That made the Ship to go.
The sails at noon left off their tune
And the Ship stood still also.
The sun right up above the mast
Had fix'd her to the ocean:
But in a minute she 'gan stir
With a short uneasy motion--
Backwards and forwards half her length
With a short uneasy motion.
Then, like a pawing horse let go,
She made a sudden bound:
It flung the blood into my head,
And I fell into a swound.
How long in that same fit I lay,
I have not to declare;
But ere my living life return'd,
I heard and in my soul discern'd
Two voices in the air,
"Is it he? quoth one, "Is this the man?
"By him who died on cross,
"With his cruel bow he lay'd full low
"The harmless Albatross.
"The spirit who 'bideth by himself
"In the land of mist and snow,
"He lov'd the bird that lov'd the man
"Who shot him with his bow."
The other was a softer voice
As soft as honey-dew:
Quoth he the man hath penance done,
And penance more will do.
VI.
FIRST VOICE.
"But tell me, tell me! speak again,
"Thy soft response renewing--
"What makes that ship drive on so fast?
"What is the Ocean doing?
SECOND VOICE.
"Still as a Slave before his Lord,
"The Ocean hath no blast:
"His great bright eye most silently
"Up to the moon is cast--
"If he may know which way to go,
"For she guides him smooth or grim.
"See, brother, see! how graciously
"She looketh down on him.
FIRST VOICE.
"But why drives on that ship so fast
"Withouten wave or wind?
Second Voice.
"The air is cut away before,
And closes from behind.
"Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high,
"Or we shall be belated.
"For slow and slow that ship will go,
"When the Marinere's trance is abated.
I woke, and we were sailing on
As in a gentle weather:
Twas night, calm night, the moon was high;
The dead men stood together.
All stood together on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter:
All fix'd on me their stony eyes
That in the moon did glitter.
The pang, the curse with which they died,
Had never pass'd away:
I could not draw my een from theirs
Ne turn them up to pray.
And in its time the spell was snapt,
And I could move my een:
I look'd far-forth, but little saw
Of what might else be seen.
Like one, that on a lonely road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turn'd round, walks on
And turns no more his head:
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
But soon there breath'd a wind on me,
Ne sound ne motion made:
Its path was not upon the sea
In ripple or in shade.
It rais'd my hair, it fann'd my cheek,
Like a meadow-gale of spring--
It mingled strangely with my fears,
Yet it felt like a welcoming.
Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,
Yet she sail'd softly too:
Sweetly, sweetly, blew the breeze--
On me alone it blew.
O dream of joy! is this indeed
The light-house top I see?
Is this the Hill? Is this the Kirk?
Is this mine own countrée?
We drifted o'er the Harbour-bar,
And I with sobs did pray--
"O let me be awake, my God!
"Or let me sleep alway!"
The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So smoothly it was strewn!
And on the bay the moon light lay,
And the shadow of the moon.
The moonlight bay was white all o'er,
Till rising from the same,
Full many shapes, that shadows were,
Like as of torches came.
A little distance from the prow
Those dark-red shadows were;
But soon I saw that my own flesh
Was red as in a glare.
I turn'd my head in fear and dread,
And by the holy rood,
The bodies had advanc'd, and now
Before the mast they stood.
They lifted up their stiff right arms,
They held them strait and tight;
And each right-arm burnt like a torch,
A torch that's borne upright.
Their stony eye-balls glitter'd on
In the red and smoky light.
I pray'd and turn'd my head away
Forth looking as before.
There was no breeze upon the bay,
No wave against the shore.
The rock shone bright, the kirk no less
That stands above the rock:
The moonlight steep'd in silentness
The steady weathercock.
And the bay was white with silent light,
Till rising from the same
Full many shapes, that shadows were,
In crimson colours came.
A little distance from the prow
Those crimson shadows were:
I turn'd my eyes upon the deck--
O Christ! what saw I there?
Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat;
And by the Holy rood
A man all light, a seraph-man,
On every corse there stood.
This seraph-band, each waved his hand:
It was a heavenly sight:
They stood as signals to the land,
Each one a lovely light:
This seraph-band, each waved his hand,
No voice did they impart--
No voice; but O! the silence sank,
Like music on my heart.
Eftsones I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the pilot's cheer:
My head was turn'd perforce away
And I saw a boat appear.
Then vanish'd all the lovely lights;
The bodies rose anew:
With silent pace, each to his place,
Came back the ghastly crew.
The wind, that shade nor motion made,
On me alone it blew.
The pilot, and the pilot's boy
I heard them coming fast:
Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy
The dead men could not blast.
I saw a third--I heard his voice:
It is the Hermit good!
He singeth loud his godly hymns
That he makes in the wood.
He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away
The Albatross's blood.
VII.
This Hermit good lives in that wood
Which slopes down to the Sea.
How loudly his sweet voice he rears!
He loves to talk with Marineres
That come from a far Contrée.
He kneels at morn and noon and eve--
He hath a cushion plump:
It is the moss, that wholly hides
The rotted old Oak-stump.
The Skiff-boat ne'rd: I heard them talk,
"Why, this is strange, I trow!
"Where are those lights so many and fair
"That signals made but now?
"Strange, by my faith! the Hermit said--
"And they answer'd not our cheer.
"The planks look warp'd, and see those sails
"How thin they are and sere!
"I never saw aught like to them
"Unless perchance it were
"The skeletons of leaves that lag
"My forest brook along:
"When the Ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
"And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below
"That eats the she-wolf's young.
"Dear Lord! it has a fiendish look--
(The Pilot made reply)
"I am afear'd.--"Push on, push on!
"Said the Hermit cheerily.
The Boat came closer to the Ship,
But I ne spake ne stirred!
The Boat came close beneath the Ship,
And strait a sound was heard!
Under the water it rumbled on,
Still louder and more dread:
It reach'd the Ship, it split the bay;
The Ship went down like lead.
Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful sound,
Which sky and ocean smote:
Like one that hath been seven days drown'd
My body lay afloat:
But, swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the Pilot's boat.
Upon the whirl, where sank the Ship,
The boat spun round and round:
And all was still, save that the hill
Was telling of the sound.
I mov'd my lips: the Pilot shriek'd
And fell down in a fit.
The Holy Hermit rais'd his eyes
And pray'd where he did sit.
I took the oars: the Pilot's boy,
Who now doth crazy go,
Laugh'd loud and long, and all the while
His eyes went to and fro,
"Ha! ha!" quoth he--"full plain I see,
"The devil knows how to row."
And now all in my own Countree
I stood on the firm land!
The Hermit stepp'd forth from the boat,
And scarcely he could stand.
"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy Man!
The Hermit cross'd his brow--
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say
"What manner of man art thou?
Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woeful agony,
Which forc'd me to begin my tale
And then it left me free.
Since then at an uncertain hour
Now oftimes and now fewer,
That anguish comes and makes me tell
My ghastly aventure.
I pass, like night, from land to land;
I have strange power of speech;
The moment that his face I see
I know the man that must hear me;
To him my tale I teach.
What loud uproar bursts from that door!
The Wedding-guests are there;
But in the Garden-bower the Bride
And Bride-maids singing are:
And hark the little Vesper-bell
Which biddeth me to prayer.
O Wedding-guest! this soul hath been
Alone on a wide wide sea:
So lonely 'twas, that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.
O sweeter than the Marriage-feast,
'Tis sweeter far to me
To walk together to the Kirk
With a goodly company.
To walk together to the Kirk
And all together pray,
While each to his great father bends,
Old men, and babes, and loving friends,
And Youths, and Maidens gay.
Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
To thee, thou wedding-guest!
He prayeth well who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.
He prayeth best who loveth best,
All things both great and small:
For the dear God, who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.
The Marinere, whose eye is bright,
Whose beard with age is hoar,
Is gone; and now the wedding-guest
Turn'd from the bridegroom's door.
He went, like one that hath been stunn'd
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man
He rose the morrow morn.
http://darkwing.uoregon.edu/~rbear/ballads.html#THE%20RIME
Hi Mrs.Bashamm here are some more lyrics....hope u like it.
My Sacrifice
Performed by:Creed
Hello my friend we meet again
It’s been a while where should
we begin…feels like forever
Within my heart are memories
Of perfect love that you gave to me
I remember
When you are with me
I’m free…I’m careless…I believe
Above all the others we’ll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My sacrifice
We’ve seen our share of ups and downs
Oh how quickly life can turn around in
an instant
It feels so good to reunite
Within yourself and within your mind
Let’s find peace there
When you are with me
I’m free…I’m careless…I believe
Above all the others we’ll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My sacrifice
I just want to say hello again..
I got these lyrics at http://www.creed.com/music/lyrics/my_sacrifice.html
~miranda marty
DOWN THERE BY THE TRAIN
There's a place I know where the train goes slow Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb There's a river by the trestle down by sinner's grove Down where the willow and the dogwood grow
You can hear the whistle, you can hear the bell From the halls of heaven to the gates of hell And there's room for the forsaken if you're there on time You'll be washed of all your sins and all of your crimes If you're down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there where the train goes slow
There's a golden moon that shines up through the mist And I know that your name can be on that list There's no eye for an eye, there's no tooth for a tooth I saw Judas Iscariot carrying John Wilkes Booth He was down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train He was down there where the train goes slow
If you've lost all your hope, if you've lost all your faith I know you can be cared for and I know you can be safe And all the shamefuls and all of the whores And even the soldier who pierced the side of the Lord Is down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there where the train goes slow
Well, I've never asked forgiveness and I've never said a prayer Never given of myself, never truly cared I've left the ones who loved me and I'm still raising Cain I've taken the low road and if you've done the same Meet me down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there where the train goes slow
Meet me down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there where the train goes slow
Mrs.Basham the free verse that I've posted was written by me thats why there were no sources listed.
~miranda marty
hello again :]
this is my ballad poem.
hope you like it.
For mommy-
watching her float away like a small leaf in a stream.
her baby all grown up setting goals she wants to achieve.
shes off to the real world where she'll be on her own.
off to a place of obscure things with someone else to hold.
feeling all alone and empty like she lost a place in her heart.
she knows her daughter wont forget her while they are apart.
she sheds shlow tears as her broken heart tries to mend.
it feels so hard letting go knowing she lost her best friend.
sitting all alone in the empty room atop of her old bed.
she lays down on the pillow wher her daughter once layed her head.
looking all around the romm the walls seem to scream her name.
they also want the little girl back that used to make up her own games.
she knows her daughter will come back for one visit or two.
sometimes she'll come home happy, sometimes she'll be blue.
all she knows is one thing, that they'll never be apart.
because she'll always love her little girl from the bottom of her heart.
my ballad poem
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-alexandra m. garza
i got my lyric at http://www.geocities.com/wabasso/lyrics.html#THE%20BEAST%20IN%20ME
this is my free verse poem.
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I love you more than...
i love you more than you'll ever know
more than the flowers love the rain.
i love you more than anything
more than a candle loves its flame.
i love you more than sunshine
on a cloudy, windy day.
i love you more than the night sky
loves the light the stars give away.
i love you more than chocolate
loves to bring warmth to peoples souls.
i love you more than love itself
i cant imagine letting go.
Ballad Poem
The Mermaid
by
Author Unknown
'Twas Friday morn when we set sail,
And we had not got far from land,
When the Captain, he spied a lovely mermaid,
With a comb and a glass in her hand.
Chorus
Oh the ocean waves may roll,
And the stormy winds may blow,
While we poor sailors go skipping aloft
And the land lubbers lay down below, below, below
And the land lubbers lay down below.
Then up spoke the Captain of our gallant ship,
And a jolly old Captain was he;
"I have a wife in Salem town,
But tonight a widow she will be."
Chorus
Then up spoke the Cook of our gallant ship,
And a greasy old Cook was he;
"I care more for my kettles and my pots,
Than I do for the roaring of the sea."
Chorus
Then up spoke the Cabin-boy of our gallant ship,
And a dirty little brat was he;
"I have friends in Boston town
That don't care a ha' penny for me."
Chorus
Then three times 'round went our gallant ship,
And three times 'round went she,
And the third time that she went 'round
She sank to the bottom of the sea.
Chorus
Ballad Poem
The Mermaid
by
Author Unknown
'Twas Friday morn when we set sail,
And we had not got far from land,
When the Captain, he spied a lovely mermaid,
With a comb and a glass in her hand.
Chorus
Oh the ocean waves may roll,
And the stormy winds may blow,
While we poor sailors go skipping aloft
And the land lubbers lay down below, below, below
And the land lubbers lay down below.
Then up spoke the Captain of our gallant ship,
And a jolly old Captain was he;
"I have a wife in Salem town,
But tonight a widow she will be."
Chorus
Then up spoke the Cook of our gallant ship,
And a greasy old Cook was he;
"I care more for my kettles and my pots,
Than I do for the roaring of the sea."
Chorus
Then up spoke the Cabin-boy of our gallant ship,
And a dirty little brat was he;
"I have friends in Boston town
That don't care a ha' penny for me."
Chorus
Then three times 'round went our gallant ship,
And three times 'round went she,
And the third time that she went 'round
She sank to the bottom of the sea.
Chorus
Lyric Poem
Dying
by
Emily Dickinson
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.
The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
And breaths were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the king
Be witnessed in his power.
I willed my keepsakes, signed away
What portion of me I
Could make assignable,-and then
There interposed a fly,
With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
Between the light and me;
And then the windows failed, and then
I could not see to see.
here is my ballad i hpe u like it!
"Shimmy Shimmy Quarter Turn"
The wilted flowers that I gave
Were not as nice as your bouquet
All the lyrics that I wrote
Not as smart as the words you spoke
The starlight above my hometown
Ain't as bright as the star I've found
Every drawing that I drew
Was never ever as cute as you
Serious as a heart attack
I'm looking in my almanac
I gotta find out all the things
And find out where she got her wings
Shimmy shimmy quarter turn
I feel like I will never learn
How can I check lost and found
When I'm too busy getting down
(Wasn't ready for that one)
(Take it back to square one)
[x2]
Gotta get it back to
A backup plan to find you
Start acceleration
Take it back to square one
I swear that I'm not kidding
We're just looking to fit in
With all the other answers
Questions never confirmed
States that keep us far apart
Track the beating of my heart
Mark the places in my book
With photographs we never took
I swear that I'm not kidding
The night time is so pretty
With all the stars above your eyes
I'm sneaking out and making ties
States that keep us far apart
Track the beating with a chart
Mark the rhythms that I shook
Everytime I caught you look
[x4]
Gotta get it back to
A backup plan to find you
Start acceleration
Take it back to square one
author:hellogoodbye
source:www.azlyrics.com
THREE WOODEN CROSSES
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher
Riding on a midnight bus bound for Mexico
One's headed for vacation, one for higher education
And two of them were searching for lost souls
That driver never ever saw the stop sign
And eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
That farmer left a harvest, a home and eighty acres
The faith an' love for growing things in his young son's heart.
An' that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children
Did her best to give them all a better start
And that preacher whispered, "Can't you see the Promised Land?"
As he laid his blood-stained bible in that hooker's hand.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
That's the story that our preacher told last Sunday
As he held that blood-stained bible up for all of us to see
He said, "Bless the farmer, and the teacher, and the preacher
Who gave this Bible to my mamma, who read it to me."
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway
Why there's not four of them, now I guess we know
It's not what you take when you leave this world behind you
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway.
Type of poetry: Ballad
Hope you like this.
weirdlo
Help The Poor
by Charles Singleton
Help the poor,
Won't you help poor me?
I need help from you, baby,
Need it desperately.
I need you so much, I need your care,
Need all the loving, baby, you can spare.
Help the poor,
Oh baby, won't you help poor me?
Say you will,
Say you'll help me on.
I can't make it no longer
In this world alone.
Baby, I'm begging with tears in my eyes
For your love, don't you realize
I need help.
Oh baby, help poor me.
You are my inspiration,
Baby, that make me be a king,
But if you don't come to my rescue,
I couldn't ever be anything.
Help the poor,
Won't you help poor me?
Have a heart, won't you baby?
Listen to my plea.
Oh, I lost my courage till I found you.
You've got what it takes, baby, to pull me through.
Help the poor,
Oh baby, won't you help poor me?
Chorus
Repeat Third Verse
alexandra Ramirez
The Decision
Here lies a man
With great mind
And sense
oh number11224
Why did you jump that fence?
Type of poetry: Epitah
This is my ballad Mrs. basham
Poor Little Children
from: Chatiments
translated by: H.L. Williams
Mother birdie stiff and cold,
Puss has hushed the other's singing;
Winds go whistling o'er the wold,
Empty nest in sport a-flinging:
Poor little birdies!
Faithless shepherd strayed afar,
Playful dog the gadflies catching;
Wolves bound boldly o'er the bar,
Not a friend the fold is watching:
Poor little lambkins!
Father into prison fell,
Mother begging through the parish;
Baby's cot they too will sell:
Who will now feed, clothe, and cherish?
Poor little children!
ALEXANDRA RAMIREZ
Mrs. Basham here is my ballad poem, hope you don't cry. I didn't posted my poem earlier because I didn't have a mouse and I almost got bald!
Source: poemhunter.com
Author: Jasmine
Type of poem: Ballad
I lost(my poem from poemhunter)
by Jasmine
I lost the boyfriend I had.
He made me very sad
I couldn't get mad.
He made me love him so much,
I still feel his touch.
Running down my back
Something that he lacks.
I figured out I can't live without him.
His soul completes me.
But I have to except thee
I lost him because of a girl,
She really makes me hurl.
She is the type I hate
The one you can not break.
He made me so lonely
He was just a phony.
But in my heart I still like him
Even though he did me wrong.
I hate to cry right now,
But its bad to cry over a man
Which I don't really understand
Because he wasn't a real man
Which I am saying that he wasn't strong
To stay with me that long.
He listened to his friends
Instead of what he felt inside
So he is no longer here
And no longer there
Lets just say he is not anywhere
In my world even though I still love him.
Maria Alvarado
I Grab My Jersey And My Shoes
I Am Going To A Game That I Will Not Lose
I Put On My T-Shirt And Throw On My Shorts
Because Today I Will Play On The Basketball Courts
I Am Going To Play With My Basketball Team
We're Going To Win Gold, Or So It May Seem
I Practice My Lay-ups, Dribbling And Shot
I Shoot It And Score, It Was Right On The Dot
Now I Went In A Little Cocky, Because We Began To Lose
But My Team Will Not, No Way, We Refuse
So As I Became Angry, Also A One Man Team
I Got A Foul And Of Course Wanted To Scream
Half Time Came And My Coach Told Us To Bring It In
How Could We Lose, We Needed To Win
We Pulled It Together, And We Became A Squad
I Pleaded And Prayed To The One And Only God
There Was 5 Seconds Left, It Was A Tied Game
Jamie Passed It To Sam, And We Tried For Our Fame
She Tested For That Lay-up And Did Miss
But That Was That And This Is This
That Was Two Years Ago And I Have Learned One Thing
Work As A Team And Success It Shall Bring
ballad
this took for ever
Milton
Gallegos
Mrs. Basham hope u like my lyric song. Oh and don't worry I am not getting bald no more!
Source: www.romantic-lyric.com
Author: Mariah Carey
Type of poem: Lyric
X-Girlfriend - Mariah Carey
(Chorus:)
Ex-girlfriend, you can't have him
It's about time that you found you a new man
He's moved on, don't you know, don't you know
You gotta let him go, let him go, let him go
Ex-girlfriend, you don't listen
Stop trying; he's not gonna give in
He's not yours anymore, don't you know, don't you know
You gotta let him go, let him go, let him go
Hey, ex-girlfriend, it's too bad when you had him
Y'all thing didn't work
But he's all mine now, so stop pursuing him
Before you get your feelings hurt
See, our love is hot, and no it won't stop
'Cause I got him on lock
And although he rejects you, it don't seem to affect you
'Cause you just keep tryin' to get wit' him
So don't, don't keep, keep calling
Hanging up the phone
When I answer
I know it tears you up inside
And why do you sit in silence
On the other end
'Til I hang up
And you predictably call right back again
(Repeat chorus)
Hey, ex-girlfriend, whatever your name is
I'm really not amused
'Cause the things you do are very offensive
And sometimes straight-up rude
All those late-night calls and notes on his car
Won't get you anywhere
You can call his mom as much as you want
And he won't really care
So don't, don't keep, keep calling
Hanging up the phone
When I answer
I know it tears you up inside
And why do you sit in silence
On the other end
'Til I hang up
And you predictably call right back again
(Repeat chorus)
(Bridge:)
I understand
Why you want him back
But don't you know
Our love's too strong
For you to penetrate
It's too late
He's not your baby no more
Ex-girlfriend, ex-girlfriend...
Maria Alvarado
Title:"Helena"
Artist:My Chemical Romance
type of poem: Ballad
topic: depression/stress
Mrs. Basham, this is my ballad.enjoy!!
Long ago
Just like the hearse you die to get in again
We are so far from you
Burning on just like a match you strike to incinerate
The lives of everyone you know
And what's the worst you take (worst you take)
from every heart you break (heart you break)
And like the blade you stain (blade you stain)
Well I've been holding on tonight
[Chorus]
What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
Came a time
When every star fall brought you to tears again
We are the very hurt you sold
And what's the worst you take (worst you take)
from every heart you break (heart you break)
And like the blade you stain (blade you stain)
Well I've been holding on tonight
[Chorus]
What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
And if you carry on this way
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
Can you hear me?
Are you near me?
Can we pretend to leave and then
We'll meet again
When both our cars collide?
[Chorus]
What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
And if you carry on this way
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
Hi Mrs.Basham here is the epithath poem I found on the Internet. Thanks
Source: www.netpoets.com
Author: Jaimie D. Travis
Type of poem: Epithath
Epitaph
by Jaimie D. Travis
Image of you in a cloud rolls by
The sky opens up, somewhere in my mind
A vision of you in a pale blue dress
Tears falling down, you took my breath
Memories of you . . .
Rain always hides these tears in my eyes
Thunder laughs and my soul dies
Will I hear your voice
Will I touch your skin
Will the ocean waves let me in
Epitaph read like a warning sign
Lightning strikes, I close my eyes
A vision of you in a torn red dress
Tears in your eyes, your hair a mess
Memories of you . . .
Rain always hides these tears in my eyes
Thunder laughs and my soul dies
Will I hear your voice
Will I touch your skin
Will the ocean waves let me in
The time is near, the time is nigh
To answer the call, to answer the cry
My head still spins, my body aches
Cold wind stings my eyes, my face
Look around, no one there
Will anybody notice, anyone care . . .
Will I hear you laugh
Will I see you cry
Will this world just end and let me die
Maria Alarado
Mrs. Basham did you know that PINK is the most beautiful color ever existed. (jk) Here is my free verse poem, hope you like it
Source:www.netpoets.com/teenlife
Author: Christelle Duvenage
Type of poem: Free Verse
Nothing Girl
by Christelle Duvenage
Maybe I wear baggies
and white socks with flip-flops,
maybe I don't like listening to rave
and I'm not on the social mountaintops,
maybe I don't care about the things
that make your worlds twirl,
maybe you look at me and think:
Gee, what a nothing girl.
Maybe I like giving smiles
which seems to be a sin today,
and maybe I allow my imagination
to sometimes run away,
maybe you don't understand this
and that's why you cannot see,
if this make me a nothing girl,
hey, that's ok with me!
The world makes you believe
your personality mustn't be detected,
your face must be picture perfect
and wear cloths just the best, to be accepted.
Maybe I look at you
and feel sorry that you're blind,
robots you have became,
yourself you'll never find.
God made you, as well as me,
this means I am something,
the world is a liar
and if I must be a nothing
for you to see it,
then so be it!
Maria Alvarado
( PINK ROXS )
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