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
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 103. The Mountain Spite. Томас Мур.
- Иван Бунин – Не видно птиц
- Astrophel and Stella LXXXIV: HIGHWAY by Sir Philip Sidney
- The Lake Isle poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Алишер Навои – Кипарис подобен розе увлажненной
- Олег Бундур – Вечером
- Владимир Британишский – По-польски вместо слова “светлячок”
- Robert Burns: Sonnet Written On The Author’s Birthday, : On hearing a Thrush sing in his Morning Walk.
- “Life of my life, you seem to me” by Torquato Tasso
- Николай Языков – Поэт (Радушно рабствует поэту)
- For what’s worth breathing by Rixa White
- Василий Казин – Мой отец простой водопроводчик
- Fortune-Hunter, The – Canto 3 by William Somervile
- Dear Bhikkhu A Eulogy
- The Fisherman by William Butler Yeats
Some external links:
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).
