O mother, O Merry.. take me along, make me pure soul,
And drop me back on earth, to roam and ferry,
Raise your hand for blessing; let the divine ray flashing,
Make me angel of peace, gim’me solace to carry,
I wanna follow the Jesus; I wanna be his fetus,
Lock me up in stars, and solve my query,
How to be so kind? How to keep heart unwind,
How to convey the people, Be Happy! Be Merry
When distress is rolling, when problems are trolling,
Make me feel you inside, and keep off those wary,
When my legs begin to lurch, I make my way to church,
Its X-MAS again, forget all pain, and enjoy the sherry
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The sky has never seen such a moon
- The Music Of The Rains – English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- Age by Robert Creeley
- dear_bhikkhu_a_eulogy.html
- MOURNING by Satish Verma
- Михаил Кузмин – Зимнее солнце
- Gadara, A.D. 31 by John Oxenham
- You by Vladimir Mayakovsky
- Mortal Words by Robert McNamara
- Владислав Крапивин – В южных морях и у севера дальнего
- victor.html
- Robert Burns: Address To Edinburgh:
- A Tulip Garden poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Британишский – Есть добрая, есть и дурная слава
- Dawlish Fair poem – John Keats poems
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
