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Sister
No one knows the battles you fought
With the likes of men an thought
Beautiful woman so distraught
Alas.....No respect
Silky long hair as black as night
Brown eyes oh so bright
5 ft 8 a perfect height
A vision.....I elect
Deeper i look the more i find
Caring spirit with sensitive mind
Can someone be so kind
Hard.....To reject
Fantastic artist in the make
Drawings of breath they take
Finest lines you create
Wondering....I reflect
With you is a piece of you
From skin an flesh when you were due
Joined in unison two
Wishing .....i could resurrect
No one knows the battles you fought
With the likes of men an thought
Beautiful woman so distraught
Alas.....No respect
With the likes of men an thought
Beautiful woman so distraught
Alas.....No respect
Silky long hair as black as night
Brown eyes oh so bright
5 ft 8 a perfect height
A vision.....I elect
Deeper i look the more i find
Caring spirit with sensitive mind
Can someone be so kind
Hard.....To reject
Fantastic artist in the make
Drawings of breath they take
Finest lines you create
Wondering....I reflect
With you is a piece of you
From skin an flesh when you were due
Joined in unison two
Wishing .....i could resurrect
No one knows the battles you fought
With the likes of men an thought
Beautiful woman so distraught
Alas.....No respect
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
In loving memory of my beautiful sister
This Is Me
Here I am
I am a musician without music
I am a lover without a love
I am a mother without a child
I am dog lover without a dog
I`m a farmer without land
I am a friend who is always there to listen
I care about the whole dumb world trying to take my humanity away
I am a crafter without crafts
A painter without paint
I am a singer without a voice
I am a smart person without an education
I am a philanthropist without the money to give
I am a daughter, always loved by an understanding father
I am a cousin, forgotten
I am a sister, a commodity to break instead of lean towards
I am a niece, without existence
I am an artist without inspiration
I am a photographer without film
I am not a beggar I work for my joys no matter how little
I am a worker without a job
I am a hugger, when you need me I am there to hold you
I have a heart bigger than most, but the one I love the most I fear doesn`t understand just how much
I am an exceedingly talented something or other...
This is me
I am a statistic
Not a human
I am a musician without music
I am a lover without a love
I am a mother without a child
I am dog lover without a dog
I`m a farmer without land
I am a friend who is always there to listen
I care about the whole dumb world trying to take my humanity away
I am a crafter without crafts
A painter without paint
I am a singer without a voice
I am a smart person without an education
I am a philanthropist without the money to give
I am a daughter, always loved by an understanding father
I am a cousin, forgotten
I am a sister, a commodity to break instead of lean towards
I am a niece, without existence
I am an artist without inspiration
I am a photographer without film
I am not a beggar I work for my joys no matter how little
I am a worker without a job
I am a hugger, when you need me I am there to hold you
I have a heart bigger than most, but the one I love the most I fear doesn`t understand just how much
I am an exceedingly talented something or other...
This is me
I am a statistic
Not a human
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
Everything I need to move forward in life is denied me because I wasn`t born rich, nor am related to rich, nor auditioned for American Idol or America`s Top Model (And I don`t even like modeling), but the point is, I keep asking, I try to be cheerful, but when I hear no, we can`t help you, my self esteem plummets. When I hear "Oh your a musician?"No, not really. I can`t afford a keyboard, song writing equipt, or even have a place I can sing...
When I`m told, I`m great with kids...all I can do is cry because I lost my son, and I can`t afford to have any children now, and never will.
What I want, what I dream for, what I bleed and cry for...doesn`t matter.
freedom?
my life's over
it's like it never begun
I ain't havin' no more fun
no field green of clover
she left me
I'm here, just left all alone
as if the sun never shone
don't feel so free
what to do now?
can't walk, just where do I step?
can't think, ain't got any pep
I just don't know how
am I dead?
in a place, I never been
all is lost in all this din
rollin' through my head
please bring me around
should I get to a place that I know
like where all the waters flow
so that I may drown
way down under
far below this world of strife
it's time to end this life
that's been torn asunder
hey, do you feel like me?
now, that there's no feeling at all
can you hear my lonesome call?
if not, I guess I'm free
it's like it never begun
I ain't havin' no more fun
no field green of clover
she left me
I'm here, just left all alone
as if the sun never shone
don't feel so free
what to do now?
can't walk, just where do I step?
can't think, ain't got any pep
I just don't know how
am I dead?
in a place, I never been
all is lost in all this din
rollin' through my head
please bring me around
should I get to a place that I know
like where all the waters flow
so that I may drown
way down under
far below this world of strife
it's time to end this life
that's been torn asunder
hey, do you feel like me?
now, that there's no feeling at all
can you hear my lonesome call?
if not, I guess I'm free
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Posted: Mar 2011
Post Commentno reason
there's a blanket of flowers around my love's grave
left by all the kind people whose love could not save
the sweetest of souls
now my heart's grown cold
so I stumble away
tears blinding my sight
I recall all the times that we laughed together
I didn't think then, that they'd ever end
then when all the stars fell
I went straight to hell
'cause she died for no reason
no reason at all
when a person has found the love of their lifetime
and she gets snatched away in the blink of an eye
nothing more can be done
no reason for living
I've decided to join her
and just go away
no more recalling the times that we were together
I'll just get off here, I think it's my stop
if I can't be here with her
I won't be without her
and we died for no reason
no reason at all
left by all the kind people whose love could not save
the sweetest of souls
now my heart's grown cold
so I stumble away
tears blinding my sight
I recall all the times that we laughed together
I didn't think then, that they'd ever end
then when all the stars fell
I went straight to hell
'cause she died for no reason
no reason at all
when a person has found the love of their lifetime
and she gets snatched away in the blink of an eye
nothing more can be done
no reason for living
I've decided to join her
and just go away
no more recalling the times that we were together
I'll just get off here, I think it's my stop
if I can't be here with her
I won't be without her
and we died for no reason
no reason at all
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Posted: Mar 2011
Post Comment
halls that burst to flame
halls that burst to flame,
the metal heating itself up,
the crys echo down, the burning stairs,
with the overhanging smoke lingering above.
the windows cracked and theres people inside,
3 males and 3 women, huddled stuck, to one room
inside there scared and can feel the heat,
they start to perspire in a unnatural fit.
they see a accessable window for just one person
a skinny male of 18 could fit through, they smash
the glass as it sprinkles onto the heated floor
the man picks him up and helps him through,
suddenly, as though time was slowing down
the ceiling was creaking and seemed to weaken.
the young man got out, but did not run away,
he looked back and saw there scared faces,
as there impending doom was near, they huddled
back together, wishing they were somewhere else,
pretending to form a invisable barrier
against the halls of flame.
in the nick of time the sirens could be heard,
sirens that threatens the fire, like a
rival wolf secureing its terrortory,
the young man gets down and runs towards the light
he stops to look back at what was once his shelter
the men drag out a hose of power and might,
they attack the fire with there might,
drowning the heat of the flames with there might,
they broke inside with there sharpened axe,
and masterfully they climb the chared stairs.
the battle rages, as the fire wishes not to give up,
standing like a battle to the last man, they get to the door,
which the heat has now has dimmed to a fraction of its power,
the men hurryingly get inside they knock the door
down with ease, but within a slow breath they see
what they have most feared.
the fire stole there lifes, it took there chance in life,
but bravely, did the men fought against the flames,
to atleast obtain its spread of power, but the battle was lost
and so where the people, who were stuck inside.
the metal heating itself up,
the crys echo down, the burning stairs,
with the overhanging smoke lingering above.
the windows cracked and theres people inside,
3 males and 3 women, huddled stuck, to one room
inside there scared and can feel the heat,
they start to perspire in a unnatural fit.
they see a accessable window for just one person
a skinny male of 18 could fit through, they smash
the glass as it sprinkles onto the heated floor
the man picks him up and helps him through,
suddenly, as though time was slowing down
the ceiling was creaking and seemed to weaken.
the young man got out, but did not run away,
he looked back and saw there scared faces,
as there impending doom was near, they huddled
back together, wishing they were somewhere else,
pretending to form a invisable barrier
against the halls of flame.
in the nick of time the sirens could be heard,
sirens that threatens the fire, like a
rival wolf secureing its terrortory,
the young man gets down and runs towards the light
he stops to look back at what was once his shelter
the men drag out a hose of power and might,
they attack the fire with there might,
drowning the heat of the flames with there might,
they broke inside with there sharpened axe,
and masterfully they climb the chared stairs.
the battle rages, as the fire wishes not to give up,
standing like a battle to the last man, they get to the door,
which the heat has now has dimmed to a fraction of its power,
the men hurryingly get inside they knock the door
down with ease, but within a slow breath they see
what they have most feared.
the fire stole there lifes, it took there chance in life,
but bravely, did the men fought against the flames,
to atleast obtain its spread of power, but the battle was lost
and so where the people, who were stuck inside.
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
this poem is based on the incidents where people who are in danger of there lifes of the hazard of fire the halls of flame which i wrote i try to capture what it could feel like to be stuck within your own home,the walls you feel safe between can be your undoing i also try the capture the bravery in which the young mans life was safedand those who battle the flames are heros to be looked up to i hope my poem is a thought processing one and hope to make people aware of the dangers of fire the mental effects i tried to protray can be read in the poem try to vision yourself in danger of a situation like this and how you could cope i hope you at least enjoy the poem...
regards shane aka scarwolf
i apologize, i'm a new man: poem by ~free cee!~
ALL I REALLY YEARN TO DO IS RING A BELL LOUD ENOUGH SO AS TO YANK READERS BY THERE THROAT AND DO NOT LET GO UNTIL HE FEELS YOU, THE WAY I FEEL ENGLAND!
A BRIDE AND A DOOM
I know that’s what she wants me to be
But that’s just not me
As I stood on an oak floored alter
All of my friends certain I would faultier
But no one should ever fault her
The poor little lady was made so weak
while all the while I wanted her to speak
Tell me what bills are due
tell me what’s new
But especially explain to me how the blind man knew
I must get betrothed for a lot of money I owe
So this, to me, was something I had to do, that I know
Because Big Black Bruce is a dude you don’t want to owe money to
So I pretty much was being made to vomit out “I do”
Bruce told me that he wasn’t going to kill me with a knife or a gun
He would just make me wish he had used one
And let me tell you I was in $1,950 deep
Because 80 percent pure heroin in new york city wasn’t cheap
So there stood she,
My bride to be
With a countenance that counts
And nerves of steel for when trouble mounts
My only thought was fight, flight or flee
Because she was marrying a very “ not me”
Yet she always accepts everything I’ve ever done
So what do you do when your flesh tells you to run?
But look out in the pews
Women wearing their fanciest shoes
They all came to party after the “I do’s”
Yet and still a small voice couldn’t summon my words I refuse
But could I stay united with someone who had married a fake?
And be forgiven for every errant action I ever make
How long would our hiding place still be that lovely little lake
And as for me I feel as if I’m making a cataclysmic mistake
What with all the vows I am about to make and breach
Shit, I remember Belize with another lovely on a secluded beach
holding the girl with golden hair and tickleings the sand
And just at the right time she took my hand
Or perhaps I’m wrong and it wasn’t Belize it was a floral field
While I’m afraid my secret will be revealed
Oh so very pretty in all puffy and fluffy white
But suddenly I realized I was definitely right’
So I grabbed my best man and we didn’t drive……… we flew
And I still wonder how that blind man knew
© 2011.…free cee!
A BRIDE AND A DOOM
A BRIDE AND A DOOM
I know that’s what she wants me to be
But that’s just not me
As I stood on an oak floored alter
All of my friends certain I would faultier
But no one should ever fault her
The poor little lady was made so weak
while all the while I wanted her to speak
Tell me what bills are due
tell me what’s new
But especially explain to me how the blind man knew
I must get betrothed for a lot of money I owe
So this, to me, was something I had to do, that I know
Because Big Black Bruce is a dude you don’t want to owe money to
So I pretty much was being made to vomit out “I do”
Bruce told me that he wasn’t going to kill me with a knife or a gun
He would just make me wish he had used one
And let me tell you I was in $1,950 deep
Because 80 percent pure heroin in new york city wasn’t cheap
So there stood she,
My bride to be
With a countenance that counts
And nerves of steel for when trouble mounts
My only thought was fight, flight or flee
Because she was marrying a very “ not me”
Yet she always accepts everything I’ve ever done
So what do you do when your flesh tells you to run?
But look out in the pews
Women wearing their fanciest shoes
They all came to party after the “I do’s”
Yet and still a small voice couldn’t summon my words I refuse
But could I stay united with someone who had married a fake?
And be forgiven for every errant action I ever make
How long would our hiding place still be that lovely little lake
And as for me I feel as if I’m making a cataclysmic mistake
What with all the vows I am about to make and breach
Shit, I remember Belize with another lovely on a secluded beach
holding the girl with golden hair and tickleings the sand
And just at the right time she took my hand
Or perhaps I’m wrong and it wasn’t Belize it was a floral field
While I’m afraid my secret will be revealed
Oh so very pretty in all puffy and fluffy white
But suddenly I realized I was definitely right’
So I grabbed my best man and we didn’t drive……… we flew
And I still wonder how that blind man knew
© 2011.…free cee!
A BRIDE AND A DOOM
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS IS ABOUT THEN I WROTE IT FOR NOTHINGmaybe if you'd open your EYES by ~free cee!~
THAT'S NOT THE TITLE OF THIS POEM I WROTE A POEM THIS MORNING AND POSTED IT AT TEN A.M. MAYBE IF YOU SEE HOW MANY PEOPLE VIEWED MY POEMS, THE AMOUNT AS OF 3p.m.e.s.t 431 PEOPLE SOAKED IN MY LIFE,
MY VIEWS ON LIFE, AND MY VIEWS ON PEOPLE LIKE MOST OF YOU WHO BURY MY POEMS BECAUSE YOU'RE GIRLFRIEND MIGHT SEE IT AND SAY "DAMN IT YOU FOOL, WHY CAN'T YOU WRITE POETRY LIKE free...AND I'LL BET MARRIAGES ARE BEING BROKEN UP AS..OH NO...I DID THAT FOUR TIMES ON A.O.L. AND THAT AIN'T NO LIE BECAUSE I NEEDED TO CALL MY LAWYER I FIND OUT WHAT
A CO-RESPONDENT IS...I KNOW WHAT A CORRESPONDENT IS BUT I NEEDED HIM TO TELL ME THAT THIS IS THE FOURTH MARRIAGE IN 11 YEARS YOU'VE BROKEN UP--HEY, TELL THESE DUDES TO SLEEP IN THE SAME THE HEVENTIES
THE HEAVENTIES
This man had a plan, man
Yet I never considered the bridge the seventies would be made to span, man
Either everything I dreamed of would die and turn unto dust
Or the universe would agree with the topic we two had discussed
The universe and I agreed that I owned the seventies until they end
And that was my right even the universe would defend
I wasn’t so much a rebel as I was a letch lost in the woods
But back in the seventies you could always find me in the wrong neighborhoods
If it was of an urgent matter that you needed I’d make time for you
And I was the man to see if you wanted something illicit to do
I owned midnight, noon, and I owned the music and the moon
And the dances people did were always to my tune
Then, when the sun would wave its way away
I realized there was now one less day
One less day that I owned the seventies and all it comprised
But I would never be bought and the seventies wouldn’t be compromised
It felt beneficial to awake and know you owned today
Yet comprehend that the inevitable will eventually turn my hair gray
And then came New Year’s Eve to welcome in a new year
Alas I was the only one to shed a sorrowful tear
Because what I did when I owned the seventies will send me to Hades
But I remember a tender ten years until the seventies gave way to the eighties
© 2011...this could only have been written by a poetic prince
~free cee!~
GOD DAMN I AM SO GOOD I WANT MY OWN AUTOGRAPH FOR THE FUTURE!
IF YOU ALL HAD BEEN MORE RECEPTIVE TO MY POETRY I MAY NOT HAVE BEEN AS BELIGERENT AS I AM TODAY.....COME TO THINK OF IT I MAY HAVE, AFTER READING THE LOVE NOTES SENT ACROSS THE 7TH GRADE ENGLISH CLASS
YOU PEOPLE BABBLE ON ABOUT! PEACE AND LOVE TO ALL OF YOU...ANYONE REMEMBER PEACE AND LOVE...I DON'T TAKE A DENIM JACET OFF ON WHICH I MADE PEACE SIGN IN THE FOUR QUADRANTS IT SAYS FREE/DUMB/PEACE/LOVE....WAKE UP PEOPLE INSTEAD OF WISHING YOUU WERE ME LEARN FROM ME i'll help if help will help
yours in sarcastic sincerity,
(c) 2011 ~free cee!~
MY VIEWS ON LIFE, AND MY VIEWS ON PEOPLE LIKE MOST OF YOU WHO BURY MY POEMS BECAUSE YOU'RE GIRLFRIEND MIGHT SEE IT AND SAY "DAMN IT YOU FOOL, WHY CAN'T YOU WRITE POETRY LIKE free...AND I'LL BET MARRIAGES ARE BEING BROKEN UP AS..OH NO...I DID THAT FOUR TIMES ON A.O.L. AND THAT AIN'T NO LIE BECAUSE I NEEDED TO CALL MY LAWYER I FIND OUT WHAT
A CO-RESPONDENT IS...I KNOW WHAT A CORRESPONDENT IS BUT I NEEDED HIM TO TELL ME THAT THIS IS THE FOURTH MARRIAGE IN 11 YEARS YOU'VE BROKEN UP--HEY, TELL THESE DUDES TO SLEEP IN THE SAME THE HEVENTIES
THE HEAVENTIES
This man had a plan, man
Yet I never considered the bridge the seventies would be made to span, man
Either everything I dreamed of would die and turn unto dust
Or the universe would agree with the topic we two had discussed
The universe and I agreed that I owned the seventies until they end
And that was my right even the universe would defend
I wasn’t so much a rebel as I was a letch lost in the woods
But back in the seventies you could always find me in the wrong neighborhoods
If it was of an urgent matter that you needed I’d make time for you
And I was the man to see if you wanted something illicit to do
I owned midnight, noon, and I owned the music and the moon
And the dances people did were always to my tune
Then, when the sun would wave its way away
I realized there was now one less day
One less day that I owned the seventies and all it comprised
But I would never be bought and the seventies wouldn’t be compromised
It felt beneficial to awake and know you owned today
Yet comprehend that the inevitable will eventually turn my hair gray
And then came New Year’s Eve to welcome in a new year
Alas I was the only one to shed a sorrowful tear
Because what I did when I owned the seventies will send me to Hades
But I remember a tender ten years until the seventies gave way to the eighties
© 2011...this could only have been written by a poetic prince
~free cee!~
GOD DAMN I AM SO GOOD I WANT MY OWN AUTOGRAPH FOR THE FUTURE!
IF YOU ALL HAD BEEN MORE RECEPTIVE TO MY POETRY I MAY NOT HAVE BEEN AS BELIGERENT AS I AM TODAY.....COME TO THINK OF IT I MAY HAVE, AFTER READING THE LOVE NOTES SENT ACROSS THE 7TH GRADE ENGLISH CLASS
YOU PEOPLE BABBLE ON ABOUT! PEACE AND LOVE TO ALL OF YOU...ANYONE REMEMBER PEACE AND LOVE...I DON'T TAKE A DENIM JACET OFF ON WHICH I MADE PEACE SIGN IN THE FOUR QUADRANTS IT SAYS FREE/DUMB/PEACE/LOVE....WAKE UP PEOPLE INSTEAD OF WISHING YOUU WERE ME LEARN FROM ME i'll help if help will help
yours in sarcastic sincerity,
(c) 2011 ~free cee!~
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BECAUSE DAVID BERKOWITZ INSTRUCTED THAT I MUST
Dear Momma
Dear momma, forgive me for what I'm about to do
And try to realize, I'm not doing this because of you
I'm doing this because I live in a world I hate
In a world where people invade my thoughts and my dreams are raped
In a world where war is considered a game
In a world where so many Christians are fake
I want to leave this world because I can feel no love
And why pray, is there really anyone up above
And even if there is, I no longer care
Because now it's too late, to acknowledge anyone there
And momma, I love you, so please don't cry
You brought me into this world, but it's time for me to say goodbye
Th say life is what you make it, and I choose to die
By taking my own life, by committing suicide
Momma, wipe away your tears, there's nothing you can do
Just smile and remember that I'll always love you
And try to realize, I'm not doing this because of you
I'm doing this because I live in a world I hate
In a world where people invade my thoughts and my dreams are raped
In a world where war is considered a game
In a world where so many Christians are fake
I want to leave this world because I can feel no love
And why pray, is there really anyone up above
And even if there is, I no longer care
Because now it's too late, to acknowledge anyone there
And momma, I love you, so please don't cry
You brought me into this world, but it's time for me to say goodbye
Th say life is what you make it, and I choose to die
By taking my own life, by committing suicide
Momma, wipe away your tears, there's nothing you can do
Just smile and remember that I'll always love you
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
wrote this poem when it seemed I couldn't take anymore of this world...why are so many people fake?THAT WHICH I REQUIRE IS DIRE by ~free cee!~
something out of the ordinary
something unexpected
something i've never done before
something that at the end of the day i could say
hey, that was an exhilerating feeling
doing something out of character for me
i'd like something for someone else to come true
i'd like something wonderful to reach the heart of someone who fully deserves it
i'd like to buy a couple a wondrous dinner and be the waiter to serve it
i'd like to see someone smile at a stranger and I'd hope a stranger's
grin would turn into more
until they're kissing good night at her door
i'd like to do something for someone whose heart is in the same place as mine
i'd like to make a new aquaintance shine
i'd like to walk a mile, sit down by a lake and drink raggae champagne
i'd like to say to someone, "oh, i'm sorry, the raggae champagne made a stain"
i'd like to help eradicate the stain
and if they feel the need i would try to rid them of their pain
i'd like to help someone i don't know with their stress and strain
i'd like something blatantly extravagant to occur
like finding her
a woman un-like so many others who've asked for gems, luxury and floor length fur
i'd like to find someone to make me completely, un-mitigatingly, startling and unexpectedly feel at ease
to forget for a while the threat and debts of my enemies
i'd really like someone remarkably new
Without my being presumptuous,
could that lady be you?
(c) 2011.....~free cee!~
something unexpected
something i've never done before
something that at the end of the day i could say
hey, that was an exhilerating feeling
doing something out of character for me
i'd like something for someone else to come true
i'd like something wonderful to reach the heart of someone who fully deserves it
i'd like to buy a couple a wondrous dinner and be the waiter to serve it
i'd like to see someone smile at a stranger and I'd hope a stranger's
grin would turn into more
until they're kissing good night at her door
i'd like to do something for someone whose heart is in the same place as mine
i'd like to make a new aquaintance shine
i'd like to walk a mile, sit down by a lake and drink raggae champagne
i'd like to say to someone, "oh, i'm sorry, the raggae champagne made a stain"
i'd like to help eradicate the stain
and if they feel the need i would try to rid them of their pain
i'd like to help someone i don't know with their stress and strain
i'd like something blatantly extravagant to occur
like finding her
a woman un-like so many others who've asked for gems, luxury and floor length fur
i'd like to find someone to make me completely, un-mitigatingly, startling and unexpectedly feel at ease
to forget for a while the threat and debts of my enemies
i'd really like someone remarkably new
Without my being presumptuous,
could that lady be you?
(c) 2011.....~free cee!~
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
a lovely Brit told me today is my birthday so i had to be nice after reading something under a poem i posted about two hours ago, so by now it should be on page 27....the only trouble is yesterday was my birthday, so i needn't be nice today...fret not, a lot more of my anger will be fueld by anxst creeated by contemptable people like most of youi, who propogate more disappointment than successes, because that's what you people do when you give false hope to the hopeless! see you people are limiting my arrogance! ~free!~
Saviours in the midst
The moving earth
such an unstable ground
What a mighty life
many found
The unstoppable journey
amongst
held back in tears
for those so asleep
a new world
they bound
So much help within the hour
A hand in hand
a weighted rock!
so hurled into space!
You know who you are
amongst all the turmoil
To dig so deeply
just to see that face
A sudden snatch of lightness
from brick to brick
A booty rock
you tossed so quick!
Our hope flied
As the nature
torn down lives
So sudden
as darkness fell
We awaited the call
We found many
I'm sorry not all
From over 20 Countries
they poured into our land
Linked Saviours (All you!)
so many
like grains of sand
WE So Deeply Thankyou
You cradle our Loss
As many tragic scenes across the world
Your support is so great!
YOU ARE TRULEY OUR MATE!!!
Hand in hand, yes we weep!
For all those of Whanau (Family)
We lift the greiving
to know we all send and greet your prayers
It means so much to us all my beautiful friends
Sadness tolls
upon my country
there is no turning back
but, to always, for all Countries
We shall never cut the slack
In the Mode of Miracles
We never give up on hope
Of all whom were consumed
Our LOVE will ALWAYS float
THEY/YOU WILL NEVER BE ALONE
I close with a rapture of "Aroha"
"May your spirit rise
may you feel and sense all our love
forever and ever"
We Thank you all!
Always Soph
xx
In 1913 Palings published a piano-variations piece in Australia, Swiss Cradle Song.
In 1915 its opening theme was modified for the singing of Po Atarau to farewell Maori WW1 soldiers.
In 1920 Maewa Kaihau wrote a This is the Hour verse, and in 1935 she modified the Po Atarau verse.
This became the Haere Ra Waltz Song, which was sung when steamships were departing overseas.
English wartime singer Gracie Fields learnt Haere Ra on a visit to New Zealand in 1945.
Her version of it, known as Now is the Hour, became a world-wide hit in 1948.
Pö atarau
E moea iho nei
E haere ana
Koe ki pämamao
Haere rä
Ka hoki mai anö
Ki i te tau
E tangi atu nei On a moonlit night
I see in a dream
You going away
To a distant land
Farewell,
But return again
To your loved one,
Weeping here
Soph
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such an unstable ground
What a mighty life
many found
The unstoppable journey
amongst
held back in tears
for those so asleep
a new world
they bound
So much help within the hour
A hand in hand
a weighted rock!
so hurled into space!
You know who you are
amongst all the turmoil
To dig so deeply
just to see that face
A sudden snatch of lightness
from brick to brick
A booty rock
you tossed so quick!
Our hope flied
As the nature
torn down lives
So sudden
as darkness fell
We awaited the call
We found many
I'm sorry not all
From over 20 Countries
they poured into our land
Linked Saviours (All you!)
so many
like grains of sand
WE So Deeply Thankyou
You cradle our Loss
As many tragic scenes across the world
Your support is so great!
YOU ARE TRULEY OUR MATE!!!
Hand in hand, yes we weep!
For all those of Whanau (Family)
We lift the greiving
to know we all send and greet your prayers
It means so much to us all my beautiful friends
Sadness tolls
upon my country
there is no turning back
but, to always, for all Countries
We shall never cut the slack
In the Mode of Miracles
We never give up on hope
Of all whom were consumed
Our LOVE will ALWAYS float
THEY/YOU WILL NEVER BE ALONE
I close with a rapture of "Aroha"
"May your spirit rise
may you feel and sense all our love
forever and ever"
We Thank you all!
Always Soph
xx
In 1913 Palings published a piano-variations piece in Australia, Swiss Cradle Song.
In 1915 its opening theme was modified for the singing of Po Atarau to farewell Maori WW1 soldiers.
In 1920 Maewa Kaihau wrote a This is the Hour verse, and in 1935 she modified the Po Atarau verse.
This became the Haere Ra Waltz Song, which was sung when steamships were departing overseas.
English wartime singer Gracie Fields learnt Haere Ra on a visit to New Zealand in 1945.
Her version of it, known as Now is the Hour, became a world-wide hit in 1948.
Pö atarau
E moea iho nei
E haere ana
Koe ki pämamao
Haere rä
Ka hoki mai anö
Ki i te tau
E tangi atu nei On a moonlit night
I see in a dream
You going away
To a distant land
Farewell,
But return again
To your loved one,
Weeping here
Soph
xx
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
To all the rescue teams from all over the world!~!!!!!~!~!~!! and my beautiful friends at CS thankyou for your emails, Im sorry cant be on line too long, and to all the special givers of prayers all over the world, to all friends and family, and all that I have never known.... WE thankyou.."GodZone Loves you" NZ...
WE Bless you..
Love Always Soph
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