About POET'S LAIR Page 2
|June 27th, 2007||#11|
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We all create our lives so let yourself be free and you will know
Think outside, change yourself within, project out, and let your thoughts flow
In turn reap what you grow and earn what you sew
Create your life, just be free, and grow
Rather simplistic, how I create, maybe it's for a lack of better but who will really ever know
|June 28th, 2007||#12|
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Gunpowder, Treason, and Plot
Remember Remember the fifth of November
The gunpowder treason and plot
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
should ever be forgot
Guy Fawkes Guy, 'twas his intent
to blow up king and parliament
Three score barrels were laid below
to prove old England's overthrow
By God's mercy he was catched
with a dark lantern and lighted match
Holler boys Holler boys let the bells ring
Holler boys Holler boys God save the King
I LOVE this poem. Ever since V For Vendetta came out I've become fascinated with the legend.
|June 28th, 2007||#13|
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I guess you know then that we still celebrate this every Nov 5th . But until very recent years it was always celebrated as a giant event, with huge bonfires all over the country, lots built in the streets, piled up as big as houses, and smaller fires in peoples' back gardens. On the very top went stuffed figures of Guy Fawkes. All done by the people as individuals, no public organising etc., all off the cuff , locals joining in together at the moment and the kids taking a big part. Once when my kids were small I had to drag Guy off, because they were upset - they recognised he was wearing my old clothes. Fireworks exploded all over town, on the streets, kids causing general mayhem with bangers and jumping jacks and having a great time for a couple of days. For some weeks before poor kids pushed prams or carts around with effigies of Guy, asking Penny for the Guy, so that they could collect fire-work money.
Historically of course, Guy went to the rack. So indeed we did always remember the fifth of November.
Here's another traditional street song and dance that always appeared on festive street occasions in London.
Sons of the Sea
All British born
Sailed every ocean
Laughing foes to scorn.
They can build their ships my lads
Think they know the game
But they can't beat the boys of the Bull-Dog breed
Who made old England's game.
Last edited by Del Boy; June 28th, 2007 at 12:23..
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|June 28th, 2007||#15|
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Right. Yeah, but he didn't get away with just that until after the stretching on the rack to let him know what a serious business this was! We did lots of that stuff in those days. William Wallace went the same way, in public of course. Nice.
|June 29th, 2007||#18|
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O magnum mysterium,
et admirabile sacramentum
ut animalia viderent Dominum
natum, jacentem in praesepio!
Beata Virgo, cujus viscera
English Text: O great mystery,
and wonderful sacrament,
that animals should see the new-
born Lord, lying in their manger!
Blessed is the Virgin whose womb
was worthy to bear the
Lord Jesus Christ.
This made my choir teacher cry when we performed it at the Spring Finale Concert.
A link to the actual song. Click on O Magnum Mysterium.
|June 29th, 2007||#19|
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Choir teachers are odd.
This poem was written by a friend...
Is The Dream Still With You?
Is the Dream still with you?
You that left
It all behind?
To your brothers,
Left high road for low;
Exchanging burdens for breeze.
Does your head still turn?
- do your ears still burn?
You who emptied your gun,
And took sacred bowl,
Curved from hand-me-down and gentle sip.
Silken dreams give pleasure
- no yardstick is there to measure.
And in your hands lay worlds,
Where Truth revealed
Your mind unfurls.
And does It live - and does It stay?
And is It with you - anyway?
Paul William Tait
This one makes me cry but then its personal.
"The purpose of fighting is to win. There is no possible victory in defense. The sword is more important than the shield and skill is more important than either. The final weapon is the brain. All else is supplemental." - John Steinbeck
|June 29th, 2007||#20|
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Choir teachers also devote more to their subject than any other teacher...Other than the theatrical arts. Do you know how many years of theory they have to go through? Not to mention learning piano so they can show their students how to perform the correct note...Off topic.
Mao Zedong's Mountains
I whip my swift horse, glued to my saddle.
I turn my head startled,
The sky is three foot above me!
Like great wave surging in a crashing sea,
Like a thousand stallions
In full gallop in the heat of battle.
Piercing the blue of heaven, your barbs unblunted!
The skies would fall
But for you strength supporting.