Quotes about aubrey, page 3
The Light In The Night
do you see that there? do you see that light?
in the darkness there is always a light just like if you have suicidal tendinchies there is always some one there for you
there is alway a light in the night no matter how far astray you are
just know that people will help you no matter wat you just have to ask
and so i ask you do you see that light?
i have and i follow that light around every corner of the would of night...
poem by Aubrey Silver
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Lost In The Darkness
lost in the darness
i search for the light
i am a vampire
i have no one to stand beside me
i am a shadow of my former self
i am lost in the darkness
i search for the light
a witherd rose turned black by time of age
i am locked in a cage
i am down on my knees beging you please
i am searching for the light
i am sitting in my cage waithing for time to claim me
i am lost in the darkness
i have lost my love
i wish to end my life
i now bid you adue
good bye
poem by Aubrey Silver
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Soldier of God
A soldier of God that's what they call on me
A person that preaches of what glad tidings to be
I am persecuted and rejected of men
But blessings I give to all that hears His name.
I maybe young in the eyes of everybody
But to my God I am growing matured and valiantly
Good news I'm bringing to every person
With the knowledge of the plan of salvation
And as a soldier of God
I will always press forward with the iron rod
Until I'm finish with my calling
And receive His promised blessings
poem by Lea Aubrey Jularbal
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I love chinese food! !
I love chinese food, and chinese food loves me,
but in my imaginary land, i am the queen.
The clouds there are orange chicken, the grass is chow mein,
I love my land, mostly because there's no candy canes.
The mountains are huge potsickersand the trees are eggrolls,
whatever I'm craving it falls into a bowl.
It doesn't fall in big, it falls in small,
I'll tell you how small, as small as a golf ball.
It rains soy sauce, and the bushes are broccoli,
the beef is a part, and that part is it's berries.
Whenever go there, it's always fun,
so next time I go, you should really come.
poem by Aubrey Harmel
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Ode To Orange Chgicken
Orange chicken, oh orange chicken,
how much I love you.
You're sweet, sticky, and tangy, all at the same time,
you go great wi th soy sauce, but never with lime.
ode to orange chicken, which I love to devour,
it's been in my mouth so often, it knows that i have power.
It knows the names of my taste buds, Jill, Lil, and Bill,
sometimes the orange chicken is happy, but sometimes it's held against it's will.
Whenever I eat orange chicken, it goes CRUNCH, CRUNCH,
and I have to have chow mein, and that goes MUCH, MUNCH!
Ode to orange chicken, it is always in a bowl,
but did I mention, i also love eggrolls.
poem by Aubrey Harmel
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The Fallen Angels
They come on to my clean
sheet of paper and leave a Rorschach blot.
They do not do this to be mean,
they do it to give me a sign
they want me, as Aubrey Beardsley once said,
to shove it around till something comes.
Clumsy as I am,
I do it.
For I am like them -
both saved and lost,
tumbling downward like Humpty Dumpty
off the alphabet.
Each morning I push them off my bed
and when they get in the salad
rolling in it like a dog,
I pick each one out
just the way my daughter
picks out the anchovies.
In May they dance on the jonquils,
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poem by Anne Sexton
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The Last Ditch
LOVE, through your varied views on Art
Untiring have I followed you,
Content to know I had your heart
And was your Art-ideal, too.
As, dear, I was when first we met.
('Twas at the time you worshipped Leighton,
And were attempting to forget
Your Foster and your Noel Paton.)
'Love rhymes with Art,' said your dear voice,
And, at my crude, uncultured age,
I could but blushingly rejoice
That you had passed the Rubens stage.
When Madox Brown and Morris swayed
Your taste, did I not dress and look
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poem by Edith Nesbit
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We are Animal
Stop.
These arrogant beliefs.
You call yourself Human?
Humanity is a serration
That tears apart the
Earthly realm they claim to own,
Thrusting other creatures
Away, uncaring.
You, Human,
Are no better.
You are not a guardian,
And they, not resources.
Humans and Falcons,
Lions and Salmon.
Perceive, Human,
I am Animal.
How dare you call others
Bestial, whilst you create napalm?
How dare you say others
Do not comprehend?
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poem by Bryce Aubrey
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Death and Burial of Lord Tennyson
Alas! England now mourns for her poet that's gone-
The late and the good Lord Tennyson.
I hope his soul has fled to heaven above,
Where there is everlasting joy and love.
He was a man that didn't care for company,
Because company interfered with his study,
And confused the bright ideas in his brain,
And for that reason from company he liked to abstain.
He has written some fine pieces of poetry in his time,
Especially the May Queen, which is really sublime;
Also the gallant charge of the Light Brigade-
A most heroic poem, and beautifully made.
He believed in the Bible, also in Shakspeare,
Which he advised young men to read without any fear;
And by following the advice of both works therein,
They would seldom or never commit any sin.
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poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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The Monks Of Catalonia
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail,
The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale,
Where oft the holy fathers pow'rs displayed,
And showed such charity to wife and maid,
That o'er their minds sweet fascination reigned,
And made them think, they Paradise had gained.
SUCH characters oft preciously advise,
And youthful easy female minds surprise,
The beauteous FAIR encircle with their net,
And, of the feeling heart, possession get:
Work in the holy vineyard, you may guess,
And, as our tale will show, with full success.
IN times of old, when learning 'mong the FAIR,
Enough to read the testament, was rare,
(Times howsoe'er thought difficult to quote,)
A swarm of monks of gormandizing note,
Arrived and fixed themselves within a town,
For young and beauteous belles of great renown,
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poem by La Fontaine
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