Quotes about psalm, page 9
An Angel In Hells Kitchen
An angel hovers over Ninth Avenue guiding us drunks home
Keeping us who are lonsome company so we dont feel alone
An angel glides down Tenth Avenue singing us a psalm
To all of us who are full of rage making sure we're calm
An angel watches over Forty Second as we all cross the street
Making sure we all cross safely and keeping us on our feet
An angel on Twelfth Avenue watching the boys on the docks
Keeping them warm and alert as they work as tough as rocks
They're these angels in Hells Kitchen as there are angels everywhere
Angels protecting me and you even when nobody cares
poem by Sam Edison
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In the Dim Counties
In the dim counties
we take the long calm
Lilting no haziness,
sequel or psalm.
The little street wenches,
The holy and clean,
Live as good neighbours live
under the green.
Malice of sunbeam or
menace of moon
Piping shall leave us
no taste of a tune.
In the dim counties
the eyelids are dumb,
To the lean citizens
Love cannot come.
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poem by John Shaw Neilson
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A Pauper's dreamlike journey
When he kept his burdensome head on the velvet pillow
He felt very comfortable,
And the springy mattress shot him to the Heaven.
He walked here and there like a balloon.
When angels played with a singsong
He danced like a harlequin
And the sequins of angels' costumes punctured the balloon.
He fell down and broke his crown
And found the stone pillow by the roadside pavement.
He heard the distant horse car where the king heads for his secret harem in the midnight.
* Lord; remind me how brief my time on earth will be.Remind me that my days are numbered, and that my life is fleeing away.
Psalm 39: 4 (NLT)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Heredity
A soldier of the Cromwell stamp,
With sword and psalm-book by his side,
At home alike in church and camp:
Austere he lived, and smileless died.
But she, a creature soft and fine-
From Spain, some say, some say from France;
Within her veins leapt blood like wine-
She led her Roundhead lord a dance!
In Grantham church they lie asleep;
Just where, the verger may not know.
Strange that two hundred years should keep
The old ancestral fires aglow!
In me these two have met again;
To each my nature owes a part:
To one, the cool and reasoning brain;
To one, the quick, unreasoning heart.
poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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As Beautiful As Joni Mitchell
Charming ghosts idly float in my brain
And smile as they twist around
All my poetic thoughts
Like a curving, foggy road.
My heart is not pure like a King James psalm,
But you can hear and see me weep to God
When the predawn streets are empty
Except for broken beer bottles and myself.
I’m a crazy coyote in love, and sometimes
Every girl looks as beautiful to me
As Joni Mitchell singing
Something lyrical, tenderly and sweetly.
Uriah, gaze into the face of God with praise,
Exquisite happiness is on the way,
Shortly you will kiss a delicate feminine wrist
Wearing a golden bracelet as a mystical amulet.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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A Tusculan Question
One day as on an ass I rode,
By many a twisting gully,
To where once stood the famed abode
Of philosophic Tully,
A shepherd lad with hat aslouch
Was singing to his flock O;
I pulled my money from my pouch,
And chucked him a baiocco.
A moment gone, and with his psalm
The hills and woods were ringing;
But when the copper touched his palm,
Sudden he ceased his singing.
Ah! like to bees that cease to hum,
When pressing on for honey,
So doth the singing soul grow dumb,
Intent on clogging money.
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poem by Alfred Austin
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A Speck of Dust
Hopes for today and plans for tomorrow
Lofty ideals and noble dreams
In an instant can turn into a day of sorrow
For Life is short and so fleeting it seems.
Time and Goals need to be early married
And the young need to focus mind and heart
Opportunity never for once tarried.
And Success can always quickly depart.
In a second, all can be out of sight
All men destined to be carcass
Like a breath, a flickering candle light
We are specks of dust, mere leaves of grass.
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poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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When eight policemen flocked around me
When eight policemen flocked around me
stood firm against me and tried to take me
power came from You
when the lot of them grimly
stared at me, as if this isn’t also my fatherland
and in my own country I do not anymore feel at home,
but I was aware of Your saving hand
with their intimidation and rumbling voices
even their mockery and hands on me
was already ruined
as they are only insignificant humans
and because I was without guilt
the lot of them had to let me go
and when thousands rise against me, they will also perish through You.
[References: Police intimidation by Gert Strydom. Deut 28: 7 and Psalm 91: 5-8.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sonnet 15
True Christian, tender husband, gentle Sire,
A stricken household mourns thee, but its loss
Is Heaven's gain and thine; upon the cross
God hangs the crown, the pinion, and the lyre:
And thou hast won them all. Could we desire
To quench that diadem's celestial light,
To hush thy song and stay thy heavenward flight,
Because we miss thee by this autumn fire?
Ah, no! ah, no! -- chant on! -- soar on! -- Reign on!
For we are better -- thou art happier thus;
And haply from the splendor of thy throne,
Or haply from the echoes of thy psalm,
Something may fall upon us, like the calm
To which thou shalt hereafter welcome us!
poem by Henry Timrod
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Twenty-Third
And at the picnic table under the ancient elms,
one of my parents turned to me and said:
“We hope you end up here,”
where the shade relieves the light, where we sit
in some beneficence—and I felt the shape of the finite
after my ether life: the ratio, in all dappling,
of dark to bright; and yet how brief my stay would be
under the trees, because the voice I’d heard
could not cradle me, could no longer keep me
in greenery; and I would have to say good-bye
again, make my way across the white
California sand and back: or am I now creating
the helplessness I heard those words express,
the psalm torn like a map in my hands?
poem by Christina Pugh
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