Demy Molentor Mar 17

Be a lady, young luck!
You're to me so dear.
Light be in the dark!
Don't let pain go near.

Set us all, pretty, free.
Help our honest fight.
Never ever  let us be.
Wield my sword tight.

I finally came up with the homage poem.
Michael Lechner Feb 28

Awake
the wild birdsong
in your soul

Dance madly
upon the grave of
your false self

Chant loudly
the poem
of Love's
redemption

Recite boldly
the words
of  God
enfleshed

Sound the gong

Peal the bells

Let your spirit soar
to heights unseen

For today your heart
has been unshackled

This is the day
of your rebirth

© Michael Lechner

Brent Fisher Dec 2016

bare-clad feet residing in a pattern,
hiding, undulating and vibrating,
the circle, the canticle, the voices,
incantations, poses, contortions,
crowns of thorns and of roses.

how they sing, the old women do,
chanting with ancient, true words,
throats quivering as they speak
of rivers, shaking, branches snaking,
contours in the breaking of world.

relaying old stories, carving the dirt
with their toes, triumphs and woes,
soft pelts of does adoring shoulders
as they raise their hands in evocation,
celebrating the season's suffocation.

time gone by, oh how they sing of it,
cup your ear to the horn, supplicant,
heed words of a time raw and elegant,
The Graces, their fine old fae faces,
glaring at dawn, braced by the wind.

David John Mowers Aug 2016

WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!
The Wolf is here,

WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!
This our cheer!

WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!
And this our year!

WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!
WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!

If Lykaon was here today,
to see this game, watch us play,
He'd tell the Moon;

Light the way!

N.C. State is going to play!

WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!
This our year,

WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!
And our cheer,

WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!
Make them hear,

WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!
WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!

Raised by wolves,
          as they were,
Game of the sun,
          and we're sure,
Helmets strapped,
          minds are steeled,
N.C. State is on the field.

At the end they'll surely say;

Only one team came here to play!

WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!
The Wolf is here,

WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!
This our cheer!

WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!
And this our year!

WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!
WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!

2/25/2017 That is Fat, Dude, just admit it, it is balls-out bad, rocking all the time every time a great cheer for State. Admit it. WOLF!
Sy Lilang Mar 2016
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Buhay nami'y magkakaiba
Mapaba't mapamatanda.
Kami'y mga tupang naligaw
Ngayon, buhay taglay ay Ilaw.

Kami'y pinalaya ng pag-ibig ni Kristo
Siya'y nagparaya sa Krus ng Kalbaryo.
Kaya't kahit kami'y di perpekto,
Patuloy kaming nagpapabago.
Our Network's Chant during the Family Camp 2016 of Life Church! Hooray Jesus!
William McLaughlin Mar 2016

We are the music we create
We are the music we create

We are the music we create
The two of us together
An unbroken fate

We are the music we create
We are the music we create

We are the music we create
Both happy and sad
Filled with love, not hate

We are the music we create
We are the music we create

We are the music we create
Sounding simple words
Through a melodious gate

We are the music we create
We are the music we create

We make wonderful songs together
I cant wait to play another

We dream,
We dream because,
We dream because there's hope in dreams.

Brent Kincaid Dec 2015

Hambone, slam bone
Kick them in the nuts.
Smack them, sack them
No ifs ands or buts.
Tap them, zap them
Punch them in the snouts
Jounce them, bounce them
Throw the bastards out.

Some of what we’re suffering
Has gone on for a century.
Some of it is politics
Most of it’s chicanery.
Some of it is current stuff
Aided by the internet
And some of it is old news
We just haven’t heard it yet.

Hambone, slam bone
Kick them in the nuts.
Smack them, sack them
No ifs ands or buts.
Sic them, nick them
Stick them with the bill.
Beat them, cheat them
Set up for the kill.

It’s a game of who screws who
And who does not get caught.
It has to do with bribery
And which guy can be bought.
They set it up so no one wins
Unless they play the game
And when the public catches wise
They change some of the names.

Tap them, zap them
Punch them in the snouts
Jounce them, bounce them
Throw the bastards out.
Snip them, whip them
Treat them all like dogs.
Crunch them, punch them
Throw them to the hogs.

They depend on all of us
To be lazy to the bone
And when it comes to statesmanship
To leave them all alone
And not make them live up to
What they were elected for.
The blame is on our backs again
If we choose to ignore.

Hambone, slam bone
Kick them in the nuts.
Smack them, sack them
No ifs ands or buts.
Tap them, zap them
Punch them in the snouts
Jounce them, bounce them
Throw the bastards out.

Katherine Laslie Sep 2015

Falling
  
Falling

Down

There's
No hope
for us now

Just how
The fire

Dies

Down

No, there's no hope
for you
now

You can't be
Safe now

Saved now

Somehow
You've fallen
Again

That's all
You've ever done
Now Look
At what you've
Become

Say
Good night

So long

Lights
out

...

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