Best Song People Poems
I want to be inspired to write
a song people really want to sing;
I want to be inspired to compose
a requiem for the King;
But, I’m just an ordinary man
doing the best I can
at writing poems
that have no homes.
I want to be inspired to find
a cure for this cancer thing;
I want to be inspired to reach
out for the golden ring;
But, I’m just an ordinary man
doing the best I can
at getting by
with the good old college try.
I want to be inspired to lead
a revolutionary coup;
I want to be inspired to be
the best at everything I do;
But, I’m just an ordinary man
doing the best I can
to make ends meet
and not live on the street.
I have the motivation;
I’ll put in the perspiration;
I can give it concentration;
But, I lack the inspiration;
Inspire me.
What will it take to inspire me?
I want to be inspired to write
a song people really want to sing;
I want to be inspired to compose
a requiem for the King;
But, I’m just an ordinary man
doing the best I can
at writing poems
that have no homes.
Inspired by; Constance La France’s Native American Portrait
Nikan is a man who once stood proud and true all across this land
in symbiotic relation with nature endowed by the great creators hand
passed onto him by his ancestors to never take more than his fair share
and always be kind to this land for it’s the Mother to all whom she shall bare
When times are lean we all will grow thin together for together we are one
with one voice to sing in harmony for bountiful harvest to our Father the Sun
and give him thanks and praise for warming and making fertile our Mother
who blessed new life into the birthing seasons for every Sister and Brother
Great spirit hear my song of hope that I sing for my people who will cry
we are mighty on the earth give us protection or your children they will die
and our people’s blood will flow upon our Mother like deep rivers of raging red
O’ Father I can see no solution will you spare us from the white mans dread
I could never make claim to imagine this great man’s woeful sorry or despair
Nikan's song is a lonely tune played for the spirit of his people upon the air.
Nikan traslation from the Potawatomi "MY Friend"
Baamaapii Nikan.......until we meet again my friend
Came from California, looking for a place to fall:
Portland’s good as anywhere, and now it’s best of all;
Learned to love the roses, and the rivers full of rain;
California drove me north, and Portland drove me sane.
Leaving all my memories back behind where they belong,
Sang a song of roses, and I let it make me strong,
Lifting up my life inside my hands to make it grow
Tall as any mountain rising mighty in the snow.
Sing a song of roses,
Dreams of me and you,
Portland love encloses
Dreams of me and you,
Sing a song of roses.
Gentle people welcoming you, with an open hand,
Mighty people not afraid to fight to keep their land;
City on the river floating ships from overseas;
People soft as roses, people tough as Oregon trees.
Been a long time coming, but I’m here to rest awhile,
Never mind the highway, never mind the weary mile;
You and me and roses, and the salmon in the streams;
Can’t believe were thriving, Portland rain has washed our dreams.
Never will another season bring so much joy
A feeling of love, togetherness and happiness
Ring out them festal bells and let’s be jolly
A savior was born, condescended, we are happy
We go to church, offer praise most joyful
Screams of delight, Children playing happily
Lovers holding hands gazing happily
At the beautiful sites, mountain's peaks, rivers of joy
Birds singing sweetly in the air, their songs so melodious and joyful
Every home, through their windows flowing sounds of rapture and happiness
The drunk on the street had one wish to make him happy
Give me some rum, he said, that will make me good and jolly
I played this song last night and it is so fitting, for the topic says Joyful, Joyful
It’s the season of good cheer, a time to give, to dance, to eat and be jolly
Only you can determine your level of happiness
To give of your means it is easy, but to give of yourself many cannot do this happily
Give without grudge, with no intention to receive, that's how giving becomes a joy
To exercise these gems will cleanse the soul; give warm feelings, make us happy
Laughter in the trees, laughter in the breeze, season of laughter, everyone is happy
Gift for baby, gift for mommy, gift for daddy, even the cats and dogs had to be joyful
What the world craves, so elusive for some, thank God in His love, we find great joy
Come one come all let’s jump on the bandwaggon, riding the coach called Super Jolly
The invitation is out, don’t settle in doubt, cast off your cares, ride with us, happily
Great people great love, warmth, sharing caring, all things good gives you happiness
Take friends, co-workers and fellow poets, toss in this great soup pot of happiness
Recycle love, make this world wonderful, song writer says, ‘don’t worry, be happy’
The world needs people who are positive, will see the best in others happily
A smile, a word of cheer, a few words of encouragement, make another’s day joyful
‘Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way’, what good is that if we are not jolly
The Lord has come, so unto this world be peace, love, and most important of all, joy
There is truth and beauty in the person with happiness, looking radiant and joyful
I would give my money just to be happy, to see my loved ones and friends real jolly
Luxury of life I would trade off hapilly, to have the thing the world craves for, joy
"God Made the World" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "Row, Row, Row Your
Boat".
God made, made, made the world-
He made it in six days.
He made people and plants and animals, too,
And we should give Him praise!
Bonus activities: Help children look up and read Genesis 1:1-31 in a bible, which tells
the story of creation.
Have children think of three favorite plants, flowers or trees, three favorite animals
and three favorite people and say or write down their answers. Remind them that
God created their "favorite things".
Chorus
The battle was over,
The Indian did dance,
He'd slaughtered the white man
At Custer's last stand.
He was now weary,
His days had been long,
His people were suffering,
It's time to go back home.
Narration
He had done what he thought was right,
To Keep his people free.
With General Miles up on his trail,
Again they must flee.
There was a land north of here,
Where they could be safe,
Once more he must move his people,
To a strange new place.
The the buffalo were gone,
The time had come to move,
Without the sturdy buffalo,
His people had no food.
He surrendered at Fort Buford,
The white man they did dance,
They had the Mighty Sitting Bull,
Right here in their hands.
They send him to the reservation,
His head he held it high.
His people were his first concern,
Until the day he died.
Chorus
Cile Beer
written l975
Some people are wealthy
Some people are healthy
Some people are sick
Some people are fit
Some people are nice
Some people are wise
Some people are efficient
Some people are intelligent
Some people are loyal
Some people are social
Some people are busy
Some people are lazy
Some people are worthy
Some people are sturdy
Some people are seekers
Some people are speakers
Some people are frantic
Some people are romantic
Some people are stylish
Some people are childish
Some people are pious
Some people are studious
Some people are capable
Some people are lovable
Some people are moody
Some people are steady
Some people are cheerful
Some people are careful
Although people are of different types
They all have equal rights.
This path is not right
Please give up the fight
Killing of innocent people is bad
Don’t act like you are mad
Feel the pain of all others
Some age that of your mothers
No it is not necessary to push hard
Even if you are fearless but fear the lord
Live life in peace
You will be at ease
Understand the difficulties of the people
Understand the innocence of the people
Stop the terror and live happily
As many people get hurt badly
When they meet an accident as such
Feel the tragedy of them as much
They even couldn’t recognize themselves
They surely left shattered in bad shapes
After the incidents of such kind
Some people get to lag behind
Some people may be lucky to survive
But they know their close ones have died
How could they live happily even if they survive?
They weep and shockingly unable to revive
This path is not right
Please give up the fight
~ Cut a Rug ~ Come On ~ Dance with Daddy ~ (The
"As A WRITER I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO INSPIRE, PUBLISH A BOOK YET TO BE WRITTEN... ."
~ Song sung by good old Bob Dylan - it's called - Things Have Changed ~
~ "Copy and paste in your browser lets dance... ~" "TURN IT UP!" ~
I wasn't being non reverent I believe... talking about us all dancing with JESUS shaking His
gracious booty... .
Haven't you ever wanted to see one of your parents cut loose... Why do you think He refers
to it in the Bible by calling it "Loosing"... ?
Yes I wanna see my Daddy dance... .
he's gatta just be the best... ! Yes?
Boy you are so precious, so so precious... .
Cut a rug and chat with me some more won't you... .
I needed help man He gave it to me I cursed Him out vigorously and HE still loved me... .
Dear-heart can't you see, sure He's THE BIGGEST BADEST ENTITY IN THE ENTIER LIFE
EXISTENCE but I and you and all of us are His Babies, He's gonna dance and teach us all to
dance with Him... .
Bet He'll shake that booty well, real good too, and offer all of us the same... .
His kingdom of freedom with Him... .
Yes no disrespect I know people THINK that it is, entirely, disrespectful for Him, but friend
David danced for the Lord, people said the same thing you are hun... .
But goodness, and Grace and mercy, forgiveness compassion, at-it's-very root, love-He came
to save them, share it with us all, yes as He is trying to do with all of us... .
Shake the booty hun, Put on a good song and cut a rug with Daddy... .
He's pure love... .
He'll come and you'll feel Him and be whole having fun with Him, it's all he wants... .
Because like with me, and you and everyone, you can't do enough to stop it, the only thing
you can is to deny Him of this pleasure He wants to share with you... ?
I love you dear-heart!
Cut a rug with your Daddy... .
It's fun... !
Talk with me any time... .
~ Love ~ James ~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9EKqQWPjyoL
You claim to be on top of everything, if someone has done it, you have done it
better
When it was cold, you said you knitted the entire workforce sweaters
You sweep most people under the rug
You are member of the Menza's exclusive club
You tell Miss Betty why she was left behind
Only the best were selected, part of the intelligent design
You tell me I am dumb as a man can come
But according to you I am not the only one
You always have to make people feel insecure
Then you wonder why when you approach they all steer clear
I am wondering all the bridges you burn, is it worth the cost
You live by the saying a rolling stone gathers no moss
You try to be perfect as Miss 5-2-9
You and your family are the foundation of intelligent design
You always feel the need to shine
You tell everyone you are the top of the line
You are the main attraction at the show
You can always tell everyone what they don't know
If I conquered a hill, there are ten mountains you have climbed
You will always claim it's intelligent design
GOLDEN JERUSALEM
In the desert sand nothing flowers except ideas
Yet in carpets of flowers it is suddenly blessed:
In the steps of Jesus, Mohammed and Moses
Towards Jerusalem never at peace never at rest.
Suffering long from Babylon and the Roman pogrom,
And from the barbed wire of Auschwitz, comes
A people with heads bowed in centuries of serfdom,
A people with eyes raised towards Jerusalem’s domes.
A young girl’s voice leads the song in a minor key
Always in tension. Always incomplete the melody.
To a single goal, the city of God, is the long journey:
Tomorrow Jerusalem, but will we yet see?
Moses was forbidden to enter the promised land;
Mohammed had to flee from there; Jesus went there to die.
It is always tomorrow in Jerusalem, never today. In the sand
An impossible dream, impossible idea of perfection may lie.
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Note
Although not in any way based on the lyrics of the song,
this poem was entirely inspired by the song “Yerushalayim
Shel Zahav”, an Israeli folk song composed in 1967, a most
beautiful sound experience.
Two people under the cloudy skies
A new chapter is being written for them
Looking at them, I remember you
And am carried into the world of memories
Falling red leaves intertwine with pink blossoms
The stars that wishes are hanged upon
Glow dimly amidst an empty sky
Sparrows gather to survive
Canaries sing to pleasure
My faith in eternity is lessening
As I fall back in time
For example,
In the spring, tender feelings are born
And bloom all through the summer
By autumn, the passion is waning
When winter comes, the love is gone
Waiting to be swept away in a current of nostalgia
Dreams find their wings
And death will give them a sanctuary
...what about the restlessness that will never be calmed?
Two people together, holding back tears
Caught somewhere in-between weakness and pride
If it's so straight forward,
Why does it take so much to figure out?
For example,
First there is a serene rain
Then a burning sunshine
Slowly the moon will wax
Finally the snow
*Song Lyric,
I listen to the songs today,
That people like to play,
About the wild side of life,
And the honky tonk cafes.
You can find them in the tavern,
Opening time till it does close.
Hiding in a little corner,
With someone no one knows.
Why are people so unhappy?
Just what are they searching for?
Everyday things that are common,
They seem most to abhore.
They turn to drinking, turn to wandering,
From smoking pot to L.S.D.
All their cares are supposed to vanish,
Make their worlds trouble free.
Fire bombing, campus up roar,
Just hi jack a plane or two,
Help yourself to your neighbor,
Or anything else you want to do.
We teach our children Love of God,
And respect for marriage too,
Teach them honesty and justice,
And to their country to be true.
Will they be strong enough to resist it?
Will temptation lure them on,
It breaks my heart to see this happen,
In a world so rich and strong.
I am a Mother and I worry,
Just which will out children choose,
Will they remember what we taught them?
Or will they their souls lose?
Cile Beer
written 1976
What does love mean because I'm curious,
When you in love do you get all furious.
What does love mean at first sight,
Are people just saying it to spend the night.
Some people say it is hard to explain,
I heard that love drives you insane.
I hate it when people say it that is how love goes,
If you can't explain the meaning then how do you know.
The definition of love is any object of warm affection or devotion,
But people act like it is some sort of an emotion.
What does love mean because I'm curious,
When you in love do you get all furious.
Verse1
i cant go on like this its drivin me insane
we're goin round in circles tryin to shift the blame
we need to stop this now before it gets too late
cause pretty soon this love we had will turn to hate
Verse2
i used to love you but now i dont know what i feel
i hate the way i look for your achilles heel
i'm finding fault with all the things i used to like
and saying things to hurt you purley out of spite
Chorus
You did this, i did that
the hands of time just wont go back
you don't see me, i don't see you
we're not the people
the people we once knew
Verse3
cant we stop this fight there's nothing it achieves
i talk to you with words that you just wont believe
the silence is so loud it hurts me not to hear
the voice that soothed my mind and made things oh so clear
Verse4
i'm looking at the door, the one our love went through
and left two empty shells in a world thats coloured blue
have we come so far that we cant find our way
back along this dark path to a brighter day
Bridge
the people we once were and the people that we are
are not the same two people, we've grown so far apart
the people we once were are not the people that we are
no reason to be here but every reason to depart
Chorus
You did this, i did that
the hands of time just wont go back
you don' see me, i don't see you
we're not the people
the people we once knew