Ballad Poems (503)

For all the wonderful memories we will create together, For all the beauty that builds and dwells inside, We live to love and share our feelings for each other, To my amazing woman this goddess of mine, For all the minute's, hours and every season of the year, Image a relationship as a partnership of divine, For all the little things I've come to cherish and hold dear, To embrace for just a second is to love you for a lifetime.....

The bin

In the corner you just sit
Stirrin glirren
As i throw rubbish in
Stayle odours
From last nights
Saturday takeaway
Stirren back at me
Oh what a time i had
Drinkin eating
Vomiting
Throwing up in my bin
Oh the odour
Will have to clean my bin
Last night me and you it was a good night
Ill take you outside

And clean you out placing your contents into another bin
Will clean you out make you smell nice and fresh
Place you back in the corner where you belong
Aleast i know you will never leave me all alone
Your my bin

ITS TIME TO LAUFH .AND NOT TO CRY .ITS TIME TO LIVE .AND NOT TO DIE .ITS TIME TO THINK OF THIS WORLD WE LIVE IN. ITS TIME TO STOP TO STOP ALL THIS KILLING ITS TIME TO THINK OF EACHOTHER. IT TIME TO LOVE AND BE LOVED AND LOVE ANY GOD WE LOVE..WITHOUT BOOKS..AND PEOPLE..JUST LOVE LOVE LOVE .ITS TIME TO THINK OF MOTHER EARTH .BEFORE SHE SAYS .NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE

Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
It makes bad writers somewhat worse:
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
That fall beneath a reader's curse,
It is the feeblest jingle yet.
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.

Of all the diff'rent forms of verse,
I demand the use of triolet.
To take a form of little use .... that will be terse:
Of all the diff'rent forms of verse,
That endear to me this simple verse,
It is the strong thought......but yet..
Of all the diff'rent forms of verse,
I demand the use of triolet.

"what do I do next? " said the bishop to the priest,
"i have spent my whole life waiting, preparing for the feast,
And now you say jerusalem has fallen and is lost,
The king of heathen saracen has seized the holy cross."

Then the priest said "oh my bishop, we must put them to the sword,
For God in all his mercy will find a just reward,
For the noblemen and sinners, and knights of ready hand
Who will be the lord's crusader, send word throughout all the land,

Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost;"

"tell me what to do", said the king upon his throne,
"but speak to me in whispers for we are not alone,
They tell me that jerusalem has fallen to the hand
Of some bedevilled eastern heathen who has seized the holy land;"

Then the chamberlain said "lord, we must call upon our foes
In spain and france and germany to end our bitter wars,
All christian men must be as one and gather for the fight,
You will be their leader, begin the battle cry,

Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost"...

Ooh, high on a hill, in the town of jerusalem,
There stood saladin, the king of the saracens,
Whoring and drinking and snoring and sinking, around him his army lay,
Secure in the knowledge that they had won the day;

A messenger came, blood on his feet and a wound in his chest,
"the christians are coming!" he said, "i have seen their cross in the west,"
In a rage saladin struck him down with his knife
And he said "i know that this man lies,
They quarrel too much, the christians could never unite!

I am invincible, I am the king,
I am invincible, and I will win..."

Close they came, the army of richard the lionheart,
Marching by day and night, with soldiers from every part,
And when the crusaders came over the mountain and they saw jerusalem,
They fell to their knees and prayed for her release;

They started the battle at dawn, taking the city by storm,
With horsemen and bowmen and engines of war,
They broke through the city walls,
The heathens were flying and screaming and dying,
And the christian swords were strong,
And saladin ran when he heard their victory song;

"we are invincible, God is the king,
We are invincible, and we will win!"

"what do I do now? " said the wiseman to the fool,
"i have spent my whole life searching, to find the golden rule,
Though centuries have disappeared, the memory still remains
Of those enemies together, could it be that way again? "

Then the fool said "oh you wise men, you really make me laugh,
With your talk of vast persuasion and searching through the past,
There is only greed and evil in the men that fight today,
The song of the crusader has long since gone away,

Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost...
Jerusalem."

Read more: Chris De Burgh - Crusader Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles…she won’t cry.

Don’t let go, don’t use that rope…

There is still hope.



Sandy smiles, sandy smiles,

Even in a Utopia full of crime,

The place the Revolutionists searched for a sign

Just wipe that grime

Off your face and it’s your fault

For following a cult

where Sandy just keeps on smiling

and lying

about the state of her heart

as a cause of a world she cannot part.



Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles… her days all balanced in a row

Each one faker than the rest

But she always says its for the best,

“What doesn’t kill you will make you stronger!”

Instead of saying :“I cannot play this game any longer!"



Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles… although there are children dying

Nobody is trying,

Trying to make a difference in all of this havoc.

A politician on his hammock,

Smoking a cigar and drinking some cane,

Making a toast on all of his fame

and the innocent lives that died in vain,

Because many chose not to make a change for all the Sandy’s,

But some used them as hard-candy's.



Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles, they all taste like different candies,

Hard candy as they’re sold for another man’s lovely night.

Their dignity will die... without a fight.



Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles as well-off people go about on their usual route

But Sandy lies in the soot

Wondering who her mum is … Yet she smiles and she smiles because it’s a crime to hide

And is forced to live in a world where one must divide.



Sandy smiles, Sandy still smiles as she sees wealthy children throw their food on the floor.

Sandy smiles and Sandy will abide

With society that leaves her body feeling raw

As she sees what it does to her.

Something inside her will stir

Her emotions in a big blue bowl within her mind

But Sandy will Smile, Sandy smiles.

Why smile Sandy? It’s with your voice that there shall be a better world...

It’s with your silence that there’s more and more chaos!

Please Sandy, let go! Stop smiling when you’re hurt.

Throw over the tables of politicians,

Break down the doors of the bourgeoisie,

Rip off the clothes which cover the flaws of the oppressors

And be different. Stop adding rhyming couplets to your poems

And following the order of traditional homes.



Sandy smiles with purpose.

She walks down the streets of her neighbourhood without a gun;

Listens to the radio, and looks at the world around her without feeling victimised because of a new case of hate speech.

Sandy smiles because she saw food on her table and listened to her proud mother’s voice.

Sandy smiles because she sees another day which contains equality and another young girl who will have the choice to wear white on her wedding day.

Fiecare celebru pare sa fi plecat
Nimeni nu le aminteste în viitor
Faima este ca pulberea pamântului
Omul traieste cu ambele picioare în mormânt
O spune-mi, dragi prieteni - adevarul
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?

Fapte bune si dragoste neimpartasita merge
Toate frumusete piere sub soare
Lucrari in timpul lui pasaj omului se naruie
Nu a mai ramas din domenii fructuoase nimic
Verde verde a dat cale de a deserturi
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?

Muntii sunt purtate în functie de timp
Crearea ia cursul firesc
Tot ceea ce traieste este obligata sa moara
Si astfel lumea este la o data reînnoita
Începe peste tot din nou, ca întotdeauna
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?

Când ma întrebi pe mine daca ceva dureaza
Ar fi durerile si deplânge noastre
Cei dragi noastre pierdut veni cu ei
Tot ce ramâne este fericirea trecatoare
Nu întreba daca nu profite de ea acum
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?

Ma uit la ce iarna aduce cu ea
Frumos alb împodobeste tara
Si rece neobosit este roabei sale
Apoi am întreb din nou în cazul în care este zapada?
Din pacate, ei nu mai este cu noi zapada
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?

Întrebarea raspunsul dat
Uita-te la tot ce zapada din fata ta
Nu va dura dincolo de un timp câteva zile
În cazul în care zapada meu, ai plecat acum?
Astfel, refrenul cântecului meu auzi:
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?


Every one famous seems to be gone
No one recollects them in the future
Fame is like the dust of the earth
Man lives with both feet in the grave
O tell me, dear friends - the truth
Where are the snows of yesteryear?

Good deeds and love go unrequited
All beauty perishes under the sun
In time's passage man's works crumble
There is nothing left of fruitful fields
Verdant green gave way to deserts
Where are the snows of yesteryear?

Mountains are worn down by time
Creation takes its natural course
Everything that lives is bound to die
And so the world is at once renewed
It begins all over again as always
Where are the snows of yesteryear?

When you ask me if anything lasts
It would be our sorrows and laments
Our lost loved ones come with them
All that remains is fleeting happiness
Do not ask if you don't seize it now
Where are the snows of yesteryear?

I look at what winter brings with it
Beautiful white adorns the land
And relentless cold is its handmaiden
Then I ask again where is the snow?
Alas, its the snow no longer with us
Where are the snows of yesteryear?

The question asked the answer given
Look at all that snow in front of you
It will not last beyond a few days time
Where my snow, have you gone now?
Thus the refrain of my song you hear:
Where are the snows of yesteryear?

Morning

Soaring far above the trees
Quicker than the eye can see
On wings of crimson, gold or green
A flight of creatures rarely seen

Bold before the morning sun
Earth-bound fauna freely run
Unaware of danger nigh
Circling down from morning skies

All is clear from where they stand
There is no movement on the land
And so they stop, to catch their breath
And one of them to meet his death

Suddenly a talon’s grasp
Brings a young buck’s final gasp
The others scatter and take to heel
As a dragon has its morning meal

Lunch

The tell-tale flash of colors bright
Tells a tale not often heard
Rushing down from unseen heights
Faster than a hunting bird

Frozen mornings warmed to noon
Shadows hide from suns swift rise
Mid-day should be coming soon
Bringing light to tired eyes

Wandering past a quiet stream
A mountain goat surveys the field
And wonders what the colors mean
Not knowing that his fate is sealed

One gem-toned speck has moved around
Reflected in a pool of water
And circled, oh so slowly down
Preparing for a lunch-time slaughter

Talons sink into his back
Teeth crunch through his spine
A goat is quite a tasty snack
For the dragon’s hungry kind


Dinner

Evening falls and shadows lengthen
Darkness starts to spread its wing
Windows light where smoke trails strengthen
And frogs begin their nightly sing

Far from house and farm and field
Across a river, running slow
A meadow with a gate is sealed
And fated cattle start to low

Soon a colored mote appears
Descending surely as the sun
A cow’s last cry that no one hears
The dragon’s dinner has begun

Pierdut în suferinta nimicniciei mele,
Ca frunza de pe apa, ca fulgerul în haos,
M-am închinat ca magul la soare si la stele
Sa-ngaduie intrarea-mi în vecinicul repaos;
Nimic sa nu s-auda de umbra vietii mele,
Sa trec ca o suflare, un sunet, o scânteie,
Ca lacrima ce-o varsa zadarnic o femeie...
Zadarnica mea minte de visuri e o schele.

Caci ce-i poetu-n lume si astazi ce-i poetul?
La glasu-i singuratec s-asculte cine vrea.
Necunoscut strecoara prin lume cu încetul
Si nimene nu-ntreaba ce este sau era...
O boaba e de spuma, un cret de val, un nume,
Ce timid se cuteaza în veacul cel de fier.
Mai bine niciodata el n-ar fi fost pe lume
Si-n loc sa moara astazi, mai bine murea ieri.

Carried away in the anguish of oblivion
Leaves in the rain, the fury of thunder
I called like a faun to the sun and heaven
To let me die in peace
My presence on earth is a passing shadow
My life passes like wind, sound and light
I am like a woman crying in the night
The only sanity I retain are flighty dreams.

In all the world, who shall be the poet?
If only he was heard by the stars above
But not known here below
Or noticed by the sand, waves and tide
What does he leave for our time?
A poet being here today is truly a crime
As he should have died ages ago.