"harrington" poems - Hello Poetry

Many people I know find it funny that I know so much about music. They call me a musical savant at times; it doesn’t bother me at all. It is actually kind of true. The only reason I know so much is because when I was going through one of the darkest times in my life music is the only thing that brought me back. Music was my therapy and there was one band in particular that I credit to saving me. That band is… The Wanted. Yes I know they are not a band right now. This dark period was from 2010 through 2012. At the time The Wanted were still together making music. One day I was watching random music videos on Youtube and I came across the song I’ll Be Your Strength by The Wanted. When I heard that song I started crying because it was exactly what I needed to hear at that time. I felt like for the first time in a long time that I wasn’t alone and I finally had someone tell it was going to be okay. Yes I realize that they have no clue who I am and that it is just a song. But no matter how old I get I will always credit that song and that band with bringing me out of the dark. That song made me realize that I needed help, BAD! There was so much going on that I had become depressed. I also felt like I was all alone and had no one who I could count on as my rock. My friends did try and help me as best as they could but it wasn’t enough. I started listening to music a lot more. I would spend hours just surfing ITunes listening to 30 second previews of songs. Slowly I started to feel better emotionally and that made me feel better physically as well. Music has a hidden power and if you really listen to the lyrics it can be everything that you need to hear. Before that time I never really paid too much attention to what songs were saying. I would just put it on for background noise. It has been two years since the darkness disappeared and music is still my therapy on a daily basis. I don’t go anywhere without my IPod. If I can’t figure something out I just put on one of my favorite musicians and I will always get the answer I need. Now a days when I talk about The Wanted everyone around me just thinks I’m a severe fan girl. I just go with it because I don’t want to go into the real reason why I’m so devoted to them. So I leave you with this quote that sums up exactly how I feel: “He took his pain and turned it into something beautiful. Into something that people connect to. And that's what good music does. It speaks to you. It changes you.” ― Hannah Harrington

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Sep 1, 2014

Sep 1, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC

kayla-wozniak

The Power Of Music

Many people I know find it funny that I know so much about music. They call me a musical savant at times; it doesn’t bother me at all. It is actually kind of true. The only reason I know so much is because when I was going through one of the darkest times in my life music is the only thing that brought me back. Music was my therapy and there was one band in particular that I credit to saving me. That band is… The Wanted. Yes I know they are not a band right now. This dark period was from 2010 through 2012. At the time The Wanted were still together making music. One day I was watching random music videos on Youtube and I came across the song I’ll Be Your Strength by The Wanted. When I heard that song I started crying because it was exactly what I needed to hear at that time. I felt like for the first time in a long time that I wasn’t alone and I finally had someone tell it was going to be okay. Yes I realize that they have no clue who I am and that it is just a song. But no matter how old I get I will always credit that song and that band with bringing me out of the dark. That song made me realize that I needed help, BAD! There was so much going on that I had become depressed. I also felt like I was all alone and had no one who I could count on as my rock. My friends did try and help me as best as they could but it wasn’t enough. I started listening to music a lot more. I would spend hours just surfing ITunes listening to 30 second previews of songs. Slowly I started to feel better emotionally and that made me feel better physically as well. Music has a hidden power and if you really listen to the lyrics it can be everything that you need to hear. Before that time I never really paid too much attention to what songs were saying. I would just put it on for background noise. It has been two years since the darkness disappeared and music is still my therapy on a daily basis. I don’t go anywhere without my IPod. If I can’t figure something out I just put on one of my favorite musicians and I will always get the answer I need. Now a days when I talk about The Wanted everyone around me just thinks I’m a severe fan girl. I just go with it because I don’t want to go into the real reason why I’m so devoted to them. So I leave you with this quote that sums up exactly how I feel: “He took his pain and turned it into something beautiful. Into something that people connect to. And that's what good music does. It speaks to you. It changes you.” ― Hannah Harrington

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Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d And tongues that utter’d wisdom—better none: The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrington, Young Vane, and others who call’d Milton friend. These moralists could act and comprehend: They knew how genuine glory was put on; Taught us how rightfully a nation shone In splendour: what strength was, that would not bend But in magnanimous meekness. France, ’tis strange, Hath brought forth no such souls as we had then. Perpetual emptiness! unceasing change! No single volume paramount, no code, No master spirit, no determined road; But equally a want of books and men!

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William Wordsworth

England, 1802 III

Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d And tongues that utter’d wisdom—better none: The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrington, Young Vane, and others who call’d Milton friend. These moralists could act and comprehend: They knew how genuine glory was put on; Taught us how rightfully a nation shone In splendour: what strength was, that would not bend But in magnanimous meekness. France, ’tis strange, Hath brought forth no such souls as we had then. Perpetual emptiness! unceasing change! No single volume paramount, no code, No master spirit, no determined road; But equally a want of books and men!

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There was an man from Harrington, Oh how he wanted to become a nun, But he ate too much, So he stopped being butch, And wasn't allowed to be a nun all because he weighed a ton.

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Jul 18, 2017

Jul 18, 2017 at 6:09 AM UTC

lukeisthebest

There was a man from Harington

There was an man from Harrington, Oh how he wanted to become a nun, But he ate too much, So he stopped being butch, And wasn't allowed to be a nun all because he weighed a ton.

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by John Harrington The moon will now around the world look twice Two months will hide his face twice over with shame I seem so much like him, indeed the same Though, me, his two months' orbit will suffice For I and he around you turn a gyre This earth is you, the earth where life abides Though I may only hope to swell your tides Yet one eternal dance did I desire But now you let your grip on me subside I into starry black will sail away You will be storm-tossed but you'll be okay While I, a cold, black world, away will glide My Love, your seas will all untroubled flow While I float distant with a waning glow —

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Jan 16, 2017

Jan 16, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC

john-e-harrington

Sonnet 1

by John Harrington The moon will now around the world look twice Two months will hide his face twice over with shame I seem so much like him, indeed the same Though, me, his two months' orbit will suffice For I and he around you turn a gyre This earth is you, the earth where life abides Though I may only hope to swell your tides Yet one eternal dance did I desire But now you let your grip on me subside I into starry black will sail away You will be storm-tossed but you'll be okay While I, a cold, black world, away will glide My Love, your seas will all untroubled flow While I float distant with a waning glow —

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by John Harrington On you I based my very self-esteem And counted every moment we were two As if I had monopolies of you Possessed you as a diamond does its sheen But then I did the worst a man can do And cast away a fortune for a dime Profaned all that before I thought sublime And ruined any chance I had with you And now a January moon looks down And mocks my tears with driving, searing rain He seems to take a pleasure in my pain And flashes me a dark insidious frown There is no greater insult to the soul No wound is deeper, nor no deep so low

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Jan 16, 2017

Jan 16, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC

john-e-harrington

Sonnet 2

by John Harrington On you I based my very self-esteem And counted every moment we were two As if I had monopolies of you Possessed you as a diamond does its sheen But then I did the worst a man can do And cast away a fortune for a dime Profaned all that before I thought sublime And ruined any chance I had with you And now a January moon looks down And mocks my tears with driving, searing rain He seems to take a pleasure in my pain And flashes me a dark insidious frown There is no greater insult to the soul No wound is deeper, nor no deep so low

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by John Harrington How different is our end to our design How grand the tale to what we should confess How small our gifts to what we would posssess How all our ends from all our plans decline It is as if a mischief intervenes And stops the hands of him who would do good And alters what he does from what he could Confusing what he says with what he means What hope have we to warden our desire? Only love, more powerful than we know For lovers do, like gardens, oft expire Without good soil, and air, and sun to grow. You are, my Love, my sun, my soil, my air, But with you could I accomplish what I dare.

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Jan 16, 2017

Jan 16, 2017 at 8:42 AM UTC

john-e-harrington

Sonnet 3

by John Harrington How different is our end to our design How grand the tale to what we should confess How small our gifts to what we would posssess How all our ends from all our plans decline It is as if a mischief intervenes And stops the hands of him who would do good And alters what he does from what he could Confusing what he says with what he means What hope have we to warden our desire? Only love, more powerful than we know For lovers do, like gardens, oft expire Without good soil, and air, and sun to grow. You are, my Love, my sun, my soil, my air, But with you could I accomplish what I dare.

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I want to celebrate my life I want long hugs and painful laughs Late night drives and midnight mass I want my family to be fixed and my friends close to me Because drinking and cutting are not the things I want for me I want to live again I want my dreams to be free and unhinged I want my mind clear with vast horizons so I know things will be okay again I want people to be proud of me I want trust and appreciation Because I won't go anywhere unless you are there Why is this so hard again Being surrounded by good people doesn't always mean that you will be good too I want to prove to you that I can do this because proving it to myself doesn't give me satisfaction I want real life again Not the numbness from alcohol that only kept my spirits up for brief moments until reality came knocking me to the ground I want pain that is worth fighting through I want to know that I will come out on top so I know to keep pushing I want Jackie Harrington In all her forms and states of mind With all her flaws and ideas of life and how to cope I want her with all the emotions and turmoil that comes with her ongoing struggles Everything that makes her human I want to accept all of it Because dealing with issues and coping with them are two different things And I want to cope with myself rather than accept my fate Because someone special once told me that I was the strongest person she knew And for the first time I don't want to prove her wrong

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Jul 27, 2015

Jul 27, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC

jackie-harrington

I Want Life Again

I want to celebrate my life I want long hugs and painful laughs Late night drives and midnight mass I want my family to be fixed and my friends close to me Because drinking and cutting are not the things I want for me I want to live again I want my dreams to be free and unhinged I want my mind clear with vast horizons so I know things will be okay again I want people to be proud of me I want trust and appreciation Because I won't go anywhere unless you are there Why is this so hard again Being surrounded by good people doesn't always mean that you will be good too I want to prove to you that I can do this because proving it to myself doesn't give me satisfaction I want real life again Not the numbness from alcohol that only kept my spirits up for brief moments until reality came knocking me to the ground I want pain that is worth fighting through I want to know that I will come out on top so I know to keep pushing I want Jackie Harrington In all her forms and states of mind With all her flaws and ideas of life and how to cope I want her with all the emotions and turmoil that comes with her ongoing struggles Everything that makes her human I want to accept all of it Because dealing with issues and coping with them are two different things And I want to cope with myself rather than accept my fate Because someone special once told me that I was the strongest person she knew And for the first time I don't want to prove her wrong

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you never know what the next day will bring, but, like today, i became disappointed and the amount of letters i received by mail... in the past 10 years, i received only bank statements, alumni magazines from edinburgh and u.c.l., oh, and those two letters (+ a book) from a girl from warsaw... but today? i look at the counter and see this letter for me... but that's the odd thing, i've never had contact with harrington & byrne: hanover sq., mayfair (W1S 1BN)... the **** do they want i thought while opening the envelope... ah... i knew it, ******** buying the 1840 penny black postage stamp with queen victoria aged 15, for a "mere" one hundred and twenty quid... but that's good... they also sell gold & silver coins... i'll phone them up or write to them, and ask them about my collection of foreign currency - you never know, those polish banknotes from the inflation period prior to the collapse of the soviet union might be worth something akin to the excess of zeroes written on them; **** you think i'd be making this up googling the brand? like i said... **** me... my email account is even better... i have about a total of 20 emails in it... either i'm covert, or invisible, or "worse" still, a persona non grata; mmm... bliss! saying that: it's nice to receive the most random letters... ACTUAL PAPER! sooner or later, you'll get perverts roaming the streets, with a sheet of paper in their hand... rubbing it between their fingers... as you'll get those perverts sniffing ink-cartridge, once loaded into fountain-pens - can you remember the days of chalk & blackboards?

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Jul 4, 2017

Jul 4, 2017 at 6:14 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

mail oddity (harrington & byrne)

you never know what the next day will bring, but, like today, i became disappointed and the amount of letters i received by mail... in the past 10 years, i received only bank statements, alumni magazines from edinburgh and u.c.l., oh, and those two letters (+ a book) from a girl from warsaw... but today? i look at the counter and see this letter for me... but that's the odd thing, i've never had contact with harrington & byrne: hanover sq., mayfair (W1S 1BN)... the **** do they want i thought while opening the envelope... ah... i knew it, ******** buying the 1840 penny black postage stamp with queen victoria aged 15, for a "mere" one hundred and twenty quid... but that's good... they also sell gold & silver coins... i'll phone them up or write to them, and ask them about my collection of foreign currency - you never know, those polish banknotes from the inflation period prior to the collapse of the soviet union might be worth something akin to the excess of zeroes written on them; **** you think i'd be making this up googling the brand? like i said... **** me... my email account is even better... i have about a total of 20 emails in it... either i'm covert, or invisible, or "worse" still, a persona non grata; mmm... bliss! saying that: it's nice to receive the most random letters... ACTUAL PAPER! sooner or later, you'll get perverts roaming the streets, with a sheet of paper in their hand... rubbing it between their fingers... as you'll get those perverts sniffing ink-cartridge, once loaded into fountain-pens - can you remember the days of chalk & blackboards?

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