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A bit of history, first . . . .
This song is about the sinking of the Titanic, it sank into the North Atlantic
Ocean on April 14-15, 1912, after striking an iceberg. Of 2240 passengers
and crew 706 people survived. The bandleader was Wallace Henry Hartley
and he and his bandmates played as the Titanic was sinking. When all was
panic they played. Their last song was Nearer, My God To Thee. They found
his body with his violin still strapped to him. Wallace and his bandmates
are considered heroes. He was born and grew up in Lancaster England
where there is a bust of him. His true love Marie, had the violin inscribed-
it is worth millions. This song is a message to his family and his truelove.
Thank you Joe and BCC for the tribute . . . .
This is mine . . . .
"And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be
no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain,
for the former things have passed away.” Bible 21:4
Mother, father, brother- oh, I miss you so,
thank you for the perfect life you gave to me;
soon, I will be part of the ocean below,
so, I sing these words before my soul is free.
It won't be long until I will be gone, gone,
I will bring comfort till the last soul is gone;
and I leave this life with your love in my heart,
this last song before to heaven I depart !
I imagine the farm and the golden wheat,
I wonder if my destiny was foretold;
and I recall those days of my youth so sweet,
the water comes and it is so cold, cold, cold.
It will be over- Titanic is sinking,
I will soothe each soul and will not be thinking;
though, I am afraid of dying, so afraid,
through songs we play tonight I have prayed.
My sweet love, my darling Marie, go on,
I will always be with you even in death;
for this man will be gone high above by dawn,
you have been my reason, my soul, heart and breath.
At his death father said don't shed a tear son,
oh, this unsinkable ship is almost done;
this day I give myself to God who loves me,
now, I sleep in the ocean deep my soul free.
Thinking of the bay that daily gush
From our ray on this lengthy voyage.
This at first wasn't envisage to be created,
For our calculator has failed us in haste.
Yes in haste it has failed us.
Despite the mountains of conferences and aluta,
Which has taken ocean from our skin.
In smart cerebral, they lay us still in their cave.
Not that warning hasn't been placed on us.
Yet in anticipation for liberation, our drums made close.
Ominira inira, ominira inira.
Was the statement that could have stopped us,
In falling prey of their menace.
October first I hail you and celebrate your wisdom.
Through ages and generations we shall sing your praise.
How have you come to place this yoke on our neck?
You're curse in all the days of the year.
Oh you're bless in realisation of our foolishness.
Thank you for making us to know our doom.
Foetus wey come out with pupu no go be person.
Na blood dem go be for dem no wait for their period.
To hell with those that have made this call for us.
Not for our good, but for their belly in praise.
We sing their praise, yes we will daily sing.
That no sooner than their Masters left,
That their missions clearly known.
The essence of Reformation was laid to rest.
After the birth of oloibiri our glory slain.
Now like handicaps we depend on our neighbours.
Yes we're handicaps, yet in wealth our loan daily grows.
Greatly dear Divine
On you our hope and the generations to come do lay.
You own the heart of Kings and chiefs
And control same to your satisfaction.
We pray you to touch our hearts and our leaders.
For in this lane we're, our Jesus may come soon.
Make for us leaders that will obey you.
Not as those in 2015 that deceit is their clothes.
Hope we thought they'd give but blames they through.
We've done this, yes we've done it.
Aso ko ba omoye mo, omoye tirin roro woja.
We have done this, yes we know our wrong
Our hope is In for total liberation from this slavery
Before we become Samaria of this generation.
© olorunleke olorode.
Why did I just say the things I said?
For now your heart is pushed so far away.
Now recalling things I did with dread,
I wish there was a way to make you stay.
Now I will be living all alone;
I'll have to try surviving on my own.
Though I hope with all I am to see
Your face again, I know this cannot be.
Nothing rests where once I had a heart
That leapt for joy when you were brought to mind.
Nothing matters since we're torn apart;
And perfect memories I'll only find
Hidden in the shadows of the past
Forgotten in this present stormy blast
Inveighing how I acted, how I spoke,
And blaming me for dreams consumed in smoke.
Truly lost in thought, I fell inside
Myself and failed to call a pleading shout
For help to get me once again outside,
And now I cannot find the pathway out:
Loneliness and grief are pressing down
Firmly on my shoulders, and my crown
With disappointment in myself is bent,
And all because of how one hour was spent.
Deep inside my mind I feel the sun
That shone upon the shore the day I found
A friendly man; the first and only one
Who caused the butterflies to dance around.
Naught is left of pain I used to feel,
This world inside myself is just as real;
Very deep within this fantasy
I cannot feel life's reality.
Somehow I can feel your hand in mine,
The ocean breezes teasing through my hair;
Somehow through the blue-green ocean brine
We're splashing side by side without a care.
Gone are all the thoughts of what I've lost,
The truth, and what my selfishness has cost.
Deep within my thoughts, I can't recall
That you can't hear the words I softly call.
Now that you are gone, where will I go?
I only want to be where there is hope
Of finding you, like winds that ever blow
O'er land and sea throughout earth's boundless scope.
What am I to do without you here?
The future only hides in clouds of fear
As dark as those that shroud this dreary day;
So all that's really left to do is pray.
Written 16 May, 2014
porta con sé una croce e la promessa di
riscatto
circoli danzanti attorno al tuo dolore
sussurrando parole dolci a voi come voi
try & sleep,
la sua voce si suppone per portare conforto
suoi incantesimi dovrebbero cacciare gli
problemi che state affrontando e
come mettere il purè caldo con burro
in una sera d'inverno
dovresti sentire come la peggiore
ha finalmente superato &
che ora, siete al sicuro---
e ancora l'amara verità,
esattamente quello che avete ottenuto in questo luogo di
disperazione completa
in primo luogo,
è che sai che sei solo
si sa che non c'è assolutamente nulla
che ti può aiutare
o ti proteggerà
o risolvere i vostri problemi per voi ---
sì, lo sai il tempo stringe
lo si vede quando si guarda allo specchio
mentre i giorni passano e
le rughe aumentano,
ed ora ti senti ancora più ridicolo
quello che avete fatto prima di raggiungere il vostro
perché anche il più grande bugiardo
lui, che cammina con 2000 anni di bugie
costruito su menzogne,
lascia ora è morto dentro ---
ancora di più
rispetto a quando la vostra discesa in distruzione
iniziato.
e proprio quello che è questa fede
che pensi possano aiutare?
quali nozioni passati su di te da parte di alcuni
parente o delirante
amico disturbato,
hai preso a cuore?
si giova di te prima di ingannare te stesso?
ce l'hanno fatta sentire meglio quando
tutti quelli che abbandonato?
ora,
guardate dove vi ha portato ---
un passo più vicino alla realtà
un passo avanti verso
l'intera vuoto
che è una vita.
fermare questo insano modo di pensare
fermare questa convinzione patetica
porre fine alla tradizione di
trasmissione
menzogna dopo
menzogna dopo
menzogna,
per quando finalmente si decide di smettere
sostegno di questo modello di
illusioni maligni
poi,
si inizia a respirare
senza paura.
she is my sister.
he is my brother.
she tough me how draw.
he tough me how to play the computer.
she tough me how to sing.
he tough me how to direct the story.
she tough me how punish your enemy.
he tough me to be my self.
she tough me to be "cool".
he tough me to be smart.
she tough me how to deal with people who weren't.
he tough me how to be listened to.
she tough me how to be jealous.
he tough me to depend on him.
she tough me how to scream through slammed doors.
he tough me that he loved me.
she tough me how that i was annoying "on purpose".
he tough me how to be creative.
she tough me how to have structure.
he tough me to throw away everything that was painful.
she tough me how to not care about another person.
i tough myself to completely depend on my brother to support me when no one else did.
and then the tough me how to leave for college.
she tough me not to feel so sentimental and sad.
i tough her that she could shut it.
she tough me that onward silence is better then forgiveness.
i tough her that ...i didn't care.
she tough me that she liked being alone, and wasn't sympathetic.
i tough her i didn't care about that either.
time passed
high school started.
she tough me how to get on the right bus.
she tough me that the art teacher i had was horrible.
she tough me who i should avoid.
she tough me to trust her to drive me to school.
and then a funny thing happened.
she tough me how to in the car.
she tough me how to "get the boy".
she tough me to watch anime.
she tough me how to have structure.
A fragile Force
O’ year after year, and even day after day,
I come to grasp the grandeur of what is at play.
The importance of the LIFE that is available to all,
The significance in rising after we fall!
I am sure that every man once had a great dream,
Every woman given the freedom will talk to extreme.
All children ought to be shown unconditional love,
And every good gift is from the Father above.
Moreover, every word spoken has some sort of meaning,
Some communicate joy, while others anger and weeping.
Likewise, every action has its own repercussions,
And relationships grow through heart-felt discussions.
I gather that everyone always wants to be right,
To be appreciated is such a beautiful sight.
Constant correction sure wearies the soul,
And everyone needs to accomplish a goal.
I believe the heart is strong, yet a fragile force;
When it is broken, who can know its course?
Some look for love, some really get violent,
A small number forgive, while many go silent.
Who can determine what makes a person tick?
How the magnificent brain will choose and pick.
Without a doubt, what I’ve learned the most,
Is that to the sinful flesh, the heart is host!
It is only by grace that the heart can survive,
And only through Jesus, a man’s heart revive.
Without his grace, oh, who can be saved?
Not even one, For the road has been paved!
Written By:
Stacey Brown
January 26, 2019
Scripture references
John 14:6, Proverbs 17:22, James 1:17, Romans 10:9, Proverbs 18:20-21
I had lost you in my head, n day by day went without u,
I had it all n to myself, big, and all of the above, I was living a
Dangrous life but thts wht I wanted.
On my knees n looking at the grass a glock in the back of my
head n the guy behind the gun, willing
To do whatever it took to be the best, "ur time is up, u knw how
it is right just is wht it is",
"No!!!!!" One of the biggest n loudest with a echo scream I
heared, my mom, scared the guy n shoot me in the back, right
lung my mother hold me in her arms 30 mins waiting for the
ambulance, i was in n out hearing her talking to me praying n
asking for help words bearly would come out,
"It's time to clear things out n get things out of the way with
god, he'll judge if i stay or go with him, please mom stop crying
for me."
One full month in the hospital critical conditions only woke up
5 times n always she was there no matter wht she wanted to be
there.
"You don't learn do you?" My mom said laying on the sofa
"I'll be back, have to take care of one thing" I replied
"We all have a mother just keep tht in mind".
On ur knees, u got anything to say? As I had a glock in the back
of the head of the one who shoot me.
"I should of killed u n now its my lost." He told me
"U have a mother?" I asked
"Screw u." He replied
" go to ur mother n thnk her because of her ill let u live."
Mother asleep with a tear, kissed her forhead.
I couldn't do it becuase i don't want a mother to suffer wht my
mother passed through.
With Nature My Life Stays In Tune
( "Sonnetina Rispetto" )
With Nature my life stays in tune
Be it day or clear night's bright moon
On this, my heart holds true and fast
With clear sunshine in month of June
Pains in life my soul seeks to prune
Cuts for the good, thus meant to last
With Nature my life stays in tune
Be it day or clear night's bright moon
Greatness in this, Nature's sweet song
Words my heart holds, praying along
On this, my heart holds true and fast
Cuts for the good, thus meant to last
With Nature my life stays in tune
Be it day or clear night's bright moon
Robert J. Lindley, 3-27-2016
Syllables Per Line:
8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 112
Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 104
"Sonnetina Rispetto"
The "Sonnetina Rispetto" is a new poetry form
created by Dorian Petersen Potter on September 8,2009.
This form has 14 lines with 8 syllables each.
It can be written in 3 quatrain stanzas and a couplet or
with an Octave(8) and a Sestet(6) lines.
The rhyme scheme is as follows: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2.
The capitals A1,A2,B1 and B2...stands for the refrain lines in the poem.
Any subject.
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QUITE A CHALLENGE, WRITING IN 8 SYLLABLE VERSES.
SLAMMED THIS OUT THIS MORN, AS I PROMISED MY VERY TALENTED POET FRIEND
PETER DUGGAN.
Special thanks to "Sonnetina Rispetto" creator, Dorian Petersen Potter...
Imagine in crown, an ethereal hole,
a portal linking us to vastness of space,
wherein formless presence, or what we call soul,
brings back to form the outpourings of God’s grace,
manifest as bliss mists that make us feel whole,
rapture sublime holding us in close embrace.
This is the divine flame, intimate to each,
which dear fellow souls, is well within our reach.
Now that we know this, how may we reclaim bliss,
that unending current of which sages speak,
borne as of folklore by Divine Mother’s kiss,
which manifests on plugging energy leak,
whereupon in peace, feeling nothing amiss,
in childlike joy we dance with love cheek to cheek?
The clue dear hearts, is each of us was born free
but later chose to bind soul to our mind tree.
Given that mind’s an instrument for our use,
befriending silence we can rest thoughts at will,
whence flow of soma nectar begins to ooze,
delighting as it begins to overspill
and then music of the spheres becomes our muse,
where the universe moves but our mind is still.
Though the path is easy, it seems difficult,
conditioned to follow a this or that cult.
Not by doing but in undoing we rise,
since the table is laid for bliss readymade,
if we be receptive to offered surprise
allowing oughts that arise to gently fade,
recognising life’s a dream, a web of lies
and nestle in heart, in God’s heavenly glade.
Fixating focus on both the crown and heart,
let us all dear souls, our true life journey start.
SUMMER SUNSHINE - "Sonnetina Rispetto"
Thank you Lord for this golden day,
This sweet sunshine that smiles my way,
This warm wind wafting through the grass,
That makes my heart dance in delight;
Thank you Lord for this summer light,
That bids bulrushes burn as brass;
Thank you Lord for this golden day,
This sweet sunshine that smiles my way;
Thank you Lord for these birds that sing
A lovely welcome this morning,
This warm wind wafting through the grass,
That bids bulrushes burn as brass;
Thank you Lord for this golden day,
This sweet sunshine that smiles my way.
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14th May, 2016 (posted on 15th May)
{Dedicated to Anne-Lise - the Sunshine Smile of Poetry soup and one of my first friends here}
{Thank you Dorian for your lovely poetry form}
{Thank you Peter Duggan - your poem "How wonderful it is" inspired me to try out this new form}
(The "Sonnetina Rispetto" is a new poetry form
created by Dorian Petersen Potter
on September 8,2009.
This form has 14 lines with 8 syllables each.
It can be written in 3 quatrain stanzas and a couplet or
with an Octave(8) and a Sestet(6) lines.
The rhyme scheme is as follows: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2.
The capitals A1,A2,B1 and B2...stands for the refrain lines in the poem.
Any subject)
(This is my first poem that won POTD and I was so touched. I felt honoured. This will always be a special one for me)