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WHEN I STOP AND PRAY

When the storm clouds boil around me, 
And the lightning splits the sky--. 
When the howling wind assails me,
And life's sea is rolling high--
When my heart is filled with terror,
And my fears, I can't allay--
Then I find sweet peace and comfort, 
When I simply stop and pray.

When the things of life confound me,
And my faith is ebbing low--
When my trusted friends betray me,
And my heart is aching so--
When the night seems black and endless,
And I long for light of day--
Then I find a silver dawning,
When I simply stop and pray.

There are things beyond the heavens
I can't begin to understand,
But I know that God is living,
And I know He holds my hand.
Yes, I know He watches o'er me
All the night and all the day--
And He's always there to hear me
When I simply stop and pray.

© William Robinson . All Rights Reserved.


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Tell the Night to Hold Me

I made for you, a castle
But I built it in the sand
I steadfastly tried to constrain the tide
But the bastions didn't stand

I planned for you, an Eden
With needs to see us through
But the ripened fruits had corrupted roots
And I fed them all to you 

Tell the night to hold me
I no longer have your arms
I'll brood and swoon, cradled by the moon
Still pining for your charms

Tell the night to hold me
June no longer follows May
'Til the moonbeams, blue, drift me back to you
I'll forget about you ... every day.

I dreamed for you, a family
With two parts that acted one
Yet my truth's demise only bred goodbyes
Lucid of the tales I'd spun

I wished for you a future
Ripe with jubilance and mirth
Still I left recanted and took for granted
The measure of its worth

Tell the night to hold me
I no longer swim your eyes
Instead I stare into vacant air
And count the countless why's

Tell the night to hold me
'Til Apollo's old and gray
For until the stars are not mine, but OURS
I'll forget about you ... every day.

I desired for you a partner
Who would stand beside you, true
Though that came to be, that man wasn't ME
And it broke my heart in two

I promised you'd be happy
And in ways, that's come to be
Wed a man who's good - loves you as he should
I just wish it had been me

Tell the night to hold me
It no longer heeds my will
As I feared the most, I've become a ghost
And I haven't tears to spill

Tell the night to hold me
For I've no more left to say
Please remand what's just as I turn to dust
And forget about you ...

Every day ...

'Til I'm swept with wind, away.

** For the "Lost Love 2017 Poetry Contest", John Hamilton, Sponsor. **

© Gregory R Barden . All Rights Reserved.


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The End

The End

Seeing through these cold dead eyes now,
This world looks much different.

The scars of one’s life entire,
Appear now for all to see.

What once meant everything,
Really means nothing now.

I still see and sense things mortal,
But the earthly world can’t hear my words. 

Lying on an ice-cold white slab this darkest night,
I see the pale yellow moon’s sad face in the sky.

With visions of people who’ve crossed over before,
I wonder when Charon shall finally appear?

Shall it be him who appears on this new horizon?
Or shall it be someone or something else?

The everyday mortal world moves on as before:
Regardless of one’s wealth, poverty, fame, shame, infamy.

I guess now all the ancient mysteries of the universe,
Shall become obvious and answered in kind.

I wonder what shall be said to me and the reception?
Thumbs up or thumbs down—I guess I shall find out.

The pale yellow moon now appears brighter . . . 
As if a special message cometh soon from a winged angel.

Hope this helps to answer my lingering questions . . .
As the dark void from the mortal world grows greater now.

I feel a gentle tug pulling me upward now from Earth’s grasp,
Into the majestic arms of infinity and into God’s eternal light!        

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 12, 2016 (Lyric)

© Gary Bateman . All Rights Reserved.


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Follow Me

The mountain plays her song; I must go and sing along.
In her misty morning air, it’s the place where I belong.
My heart will lead me to a world that’s calling out for me
And I’ll reach up to the stars from her mountain’s majesty.

Follow me… and I will take you there.
Follow me… and I will take you there.

The sea is calling out for me; calling me her way.
Her winds will fill our canvas sails to take us far away.
My heart will lead me to the voice that calls out from the sea
And I will set a course in search of the wonders there for me.

Follow me… and I will take you there.
Follow me… and I will take you there.

The wild and windy golden plains are calling out to me.
Her rolling fields are home to all the horses running free.
My heart will help me find the world that’s calling out my name
And once we’re in this restless place we’ll never be the same.
 
Follow me… and I will take you there.
Follow me… and I will take you there.
Come with me...and I will take you there.
Come with me…and I will take you there.

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© Mark Massey . All Rights Reserved.


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Every now and then

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© Charmaine Chircop . All Rights Reserved.


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This Song is for my Mother

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created and cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Memory of a mother
Shared my dreams and really cared

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Mama…
I know I wasn’t there……

For you

Would have placed 
A magic carpet 
‘neath your weak and shaky legs

Would have raised
A strong west wind
Let you breathe with ease again

Would have bribed 
God’s venal angels
Come and soothe your endless pain

Would have vanquished
All the demons
And bring peace to you again

Be the child
I never knew
In a land
We won’t grow old

Be the light
I always loved
Warmed my dark 
And lonely soul

Be the girl
Playing games
In a world 
The sun won’t set

Be the laughter
Calms my heart
I never will forget
I won’t forget, won’t forget

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
Couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
Song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created….cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

I broke my promises, oh mama
Now you’ve gone away 
I’m broken
Drowning in the pain each day

I’m  drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me…….


© Catman Cohen . All Rights Reserved.


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When Love Becomes an Ocean -Revised

Barefoot we spend our time in spring, Just giggling kids - how sweet the dream When we, in love are blossoming. We splash inside a cool fresh stream. Our time in spring - how sweet the dream! A few years pass; there comes an ache for something more in summertime. We feel such heat! Down by the lake we soothe our ache. It is sublime down by the lake in summertime! Refrain: Love is a stream, and then it grows. A river soon, through life it flows! And two enduring to the end see love become an ocean then! A rushing river, wanting more, through highs and lows, still so in love, we roll down to the ocean’s shore where memories we’ve plenty of! We stroll fall’s shore, still so in love. An ocean of devotion lies ahead of us – deep like the sea. Our souls live on; the greatest prize - to share out love eternally! Oh winter’s love, deep like the sea Refrain: Love is a stream, and then it grows A river soon, through life it flows! And two enduring to the end see love becomes an ocean then! (just went through this and significantly changed it to make it more generic and also to include all four seasons of love)

© Andrea Dietrich . All Rights Reserved.


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Listen With Your Heart

Listen with your heart to the music that I play It belongs to ethereal voices of the wind and of the rain. It belongs to mendearing rivers that lead you far away Let my song be your dream giver as oars rhythms gently sway. Take my hand.Let me take you places that you do not know about I will shower you with magic and treasures yet unfound. I will not promise you butterflies on the next early dawn but we'll walk through paths, where you feel solaced by one look into these eyes with an unfading glow. I will not promise you sunsets reflecting on my face but you'd feel last crimson-embers within my warm embrace. Take my hand.Let me take you places where life is young and free All dark forests, I will paint with colours, in a world for you and me Listen with your heart to the music that I play It belongs to ethereal voices of the wind and of the rain. It belongs to mendearing rivers that will lead you far away Let my song be your dream giver as oars rhythyms gently sway.

© Charmaine Chircop . All Rights Reserved.


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I'll Feel Much Better Tomorrow - Lyric by Alexis Y

I went to the local bar in town ... feelin' really down, 
        down on my luck now ... hard to make a buck now.
So Mr. Bartender please pour me a shot
         I wanna drown my troubles today.
Mr. Bartender give me what you got
          I wanna drink my sorrows away.
 I "ll feel much better tomorrow, 
Yeah I'll feel much better tomorrow 
          Mr. Bartender give me what you got I'm gonna drink my troubles away.
I'm  really not the drankin' kind... just one to ease my mind;
            down in a hole now ... feelin' kind'a low now. 
So Mr. Bartender please pour me a shot
         I wanna drown my troubles today.
Mr. Bartender give me what you got
          I wanna drink my sorrows away. 
 I"ll feel much better tomorrow, 
Yeah I'll feel much better tomorrow. 
          Mr. Bartender give me what you got I'm gonna drink my troubles away.
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I just wanna get away... for reason I just can't say,
  trying t' figure out now... how to get out now.
 So Mr. Bartender please pour me a shot
         I wanna drown my troubles today.
Mr. Bartender give me what you got
          I wanna drink my sorrows away. 
 I "ll feel much better tomorrow 
Yeah I'll feel much better tomorrow. 
          Mr. Bartender give me what you got I'm gonna drink my troubles away.
       

   Mr. Bartender give me what you got I'm gonna drink my troubles away.


Lyrics by Alexis Y and Mark Massey and Music by Mark Massey

© Mark Massey . All Rights Reserved.


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Sunday Morning - me singing -


Sunday Morning

Piano intro:

Verse:

Can you see the sun is shining down
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you feel the rain upon the ground
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore

Verse:

Can you hear the trees the wind is swaying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you hear the song the birds are saying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore


Chorus: 

There is so much out there waiting for you
Take a breath of fresh air deep inside
All the things provided by the father
No sense for you to run and hide.

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore

Verse:

Can you hear he’s calling out to you
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
There is so much more that you can do
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore

Chorus:

There is so much out there waiting for you
Take a breath of fresh air deep inside
All the things provided by the father
No sense for you to run and hide.

Verse:

Can you hear the little children crying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can feel the flowers are you trying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore

On Sunday morning, on Sunday morning (Repeat) 




© Chris Green . All Rights Reserved.


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