Holley 750
YOU KNOW THAT HOLLEY 4-JET POWER IS MY ONE AND ONLY GOAL. OPEN UP THE THROTTLE, LET THE GAS AIR MIXTURE FLOW. BOLT THE CARBURETOR TO THE INTAKE MANIFOLD. 750 CFM IS GOLD. HOLLEY 750, MAN. I GOT THE ROCKIN' INTAKE SYSTEM, GOT THE GALAXIE THAT FLIES. HIGH PERFORMANCE, RACIN' CAM RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES. 700 HORSES TEARIN' ASS ON DOWN THE ROAD.
song performed by by Zeke
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The Shell
"...It seems in truth the fairest shell of ocean." —Shelley
I.
What is it makes thy sound unto my ear
So mournful, Angel of the mighty Sea?
Is it the soul of her who once was here,
Speaking affection, through thy lips, to me?
II.
Oh! from my childhood this has been to me
A mystery which no one could solve!—It sounds
And sorrows for the Sea incessantly—
Telling the grief with which my soul abounds!
III.
Here, in its labyrinthine curve, it leaves
The foot-prints of its song in many dyes;
And here, incessantly, it ever weaves
The rainbow-tissue of its melodies.
IV.
When any harsher sound disturbs me here,
In my lamentings in this world for the,
I will apply it to my listening ear,
And think it is thy soul come down to me.
poem by Thomas Holley Chivers from Eonchs of Ruby (1851)
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Sonnet to Isa Sleeping
As graceful as the Babylonian willow
Bending, at noontide, over some clear stream
In Palestine, in beauty did she seem
Upon the cygnet-down of her soft pillow;
And now her breast heaved like some gentle billow
Swayed by the presence of the full round moon
Voluptuous as the summer South at noon
Her cheeks as rosy as the radiant dawn
When heaven is cloudless! When she breated, the air
Around was perfume! Timid as the fawn,
And meeker than the dove, her soft words were
Like gentle music heard at night, when all
Around is still until the soul of care
Was soothed, as noontide by some waterfall.
poem by Thomas Holley Chivers from The Lost Pleiad (1854)
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The trip back
The sky is grey
with ominous clouds
that whirls and churns
and there’s thick fog
hanging like a cloak
low over the earth.
The visor of my helmet
is immediately covered
by the impact
of fine drops of rain
and I open it
to be able to see
where I am travelling.
At places I have to leave the road
to clean the lenses
of my glasses
and then the motorbike
again roars with power under me,
but I have only gone a small distance
when the cars come to a halt
and I have to twist through them.
Twenty kilometres further
I come upon the accident
that is blocking the freeway
just where I have to turn off
to Benoni
and blue and red lights
flash through
the fumes of mist.
I turn the throttle open
but at places
the fog banks still hangs low
and mini buss taxis, busses and cars
appear like ghosts in front of me.
At a place a stream flows
strong like a river over the road
and although I lift my feet
and open the throttle more
to give power to the motorbike
a four by four
passes over the middle line
and throws a wall of water
right over me
and if I can get hold of that lunatic
he will surely know it.
The helmet, black leather jacket
and backpack
stops the water,
but my jean
and shoes are soaking wet
and the motorbike eats the road
and somewhat frozen
I drive to get to home,
as if Springs
is just behind the next hillock
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Wind
Thou wringest, with thy invisible hand, the foam
Out of the emerald drapery of the sea,
Beneath whose foldings lies the Sea-Nymph's home—
Lifted, to make it visible, by thee;
Till thou art exiled, earthward, from the maine,
To cool the parched tongue of the Earth with rain.
Thy viewless wing sweeps, with its tireless flight,
Whole Navies from their boundings on the waves—
Wrapping the canvas, pregnant with thy might,
Around the seamen in their watery graves!
Till thou dost fall asleep upon the grass,
And then the ocean is as smooth as glass.
Thou art the Gardner of the flowery earth—
The Sower in the spring-time of the year—
Clearing plantations, in thy goings forth,
Amid the wilderness, where all is drear—
Scattering ten thousand giant oaks around,
Like playthings, on the dark, opprobrious ground.
poem by Thomas Holley Chivers (1853)
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What Makes The Summer?
It is not the lark's clear tone
Cleaving the morning air with a soaring cry,
Nor the nightingale's dulcet melody all the balmy night--
Not these alone
Make the sweet sounds of summer;
But the drone of beetle and bee, the murmurous hum of the fly
And the chirp of the cricket hidden out of sight--
These help to make the summer.
Not roses redly blown,
Nor golden lilies, lighting the dusky meads,
Nor proud imperial pansies, nor queen-cups quaint and rare--
Not these alone
Make the sweet sights of summer
But the countless forest leaves, the myriad wayside weeds
And slender grasses, springing up everywhere--
These help to make the summer.
One heaven bends above;
The lowliest head ofttimes has sweetest rest;
O'er song-bird in the pine, and bee in the ivy low,
Is the same love, it is all God's summer;
Well pleased is He if we patiently do our best,
So hum little bee, and low green grasses grow,
You help to make the summer.
poem by Marietta Holley
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Usain Bolt, like a thunder bolt
Dashed and darted to his final halt
With all the might combined
Pushing his opponents behind
Making the world wonder if Bolt, a man or a colt
quote by by Valsa George
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When your goal is to put on muscle mass you must increase your calorie intake as you increase the activity level being given to the muscle.
Rainbows
Every life is filled with rainbows,
some not readily to be seen
but if you follow your heart
the one you want will be clear.
You’ll cross that rainbow to your goal
and find your pot of gold there.
The crossing may seem elusive
like the shadows in a dream
but if you keep going,
the end will eventually appear.
You’ll find that pot of gold
that which your heart desires
so long as you keep your goal in mind.
8 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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Usain Bolt
'I-ran' like Iran and i sing like Singapore!
My name is Usain Bolt and,
I do eat chili pepper like Chile!
But i am Usain Bolt from Jamaica and,
The world cannot meet me on both 100 metres and 200 metres.
My sincere thanks goes to the 2008 Olympic Games held in China,
For 2008 was my time to proof a point;
Like a turkey from Turkey.
The trace of my race is from the lion of Africa!
And i am Usain Bolt as a runner;
But after many years of training and hardships,
I have now fulfilled my dream with these Gold Medals from China!
But having the visions before hand was my mission.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Love's Castle
Key and bar, key and bar,
Iron bolt and chain!
And what will you do when the King comes
To enter his domain?
Turn key and lift bar,
Loose, oh, bolt and chain!
Open the door and let him in,
And then lock up again.
But, oh, heart, and woe, heart,
Why do you ache so sore?
Never a moment's peace have you
Since Love hath passed the door.
Turn key and lift bar,
And loose bolt and chain;
But Love took in his esquire, Grief,
And there they both remain.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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My goal was to make New Jersey's state government a model for all other states to emulate, hopefully thereby to stem, or at least slow down, the flow of power to the federal government.
quote by Charles Edison
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The goal wasn't to be a millionaire or to be a Hollywood star. That was not the goal. The goal was something about - the goal was to find the goal, but I knew where it was.
quote by James Earl Jones
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If Power Alone Was the Ingredient
Is the power to be divisive,
Power given to provide one's own defeat?
Is the power to induce conflict misdirected?
Since this power driven,
Produces more of a madness.
Clear and complete.
If power alone was the ingredient,
To satisfy the masses as an instrument for peace.
Why does that power increase chaos?
And why is there little of that peace released?
If power alone was the ingredient,
To satisfy the masses as an instrument for peace!
Especially when no mention is made,
To a mixture fixed in spirituality...
With intent of purpose displayed to save!
If religiously applied,
By those who say...
They pray faithfully and obey!
And to 'who' and 'what'...
Generates a response to inflict those solutions,
To confuse with permission...
The ones listening who become impressed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shocked
Written: stock aitken waterman
1a:
Tell me Im only dreaming and Ill believe you
Cant see how this could be true
Surrounded by feelings I hardly recognise
I look for explanations Im taken by surprise
If you told me yesterday that I could feel this way
I would sure enough call you a liar to your face
Chorus:
Because Im shocked by the power
(shocked) ooh
Shocked by the power of love
I was rocked to my very foundations
Shocked by the power, shocked by the power
2:
Maybe this time tomorrow
Ill discover this aint really real
cos it struck me like lightning
Like a bolt out of the blue
Emotions inside me, all over you
Im high above the universe, losing track of time
And falling free
I cant believe that you are really mine
Chorus:
Rap:
Shocked, like the lightning from up above
Down from the heavens and it gave me love
From a man who respects me
Loves my mind as well as my body
No retreat and no surrender
Equal to you regardless of gender
Giving me love that is warm and tender
Thats why I gotta tell ya
You and I are of the same mind
It seems to me that were one of a kind
Its true to say that when love is blind
But then true love is so hard to find
You respect me and the things I do
It was meant to be
I was made for you
Open the door to my heart, its stopped
And Im shocked....
Chorus:
3:
Surrounded by feelings I hardly recognise,
I look for explanations Im taken by surprise.
cos it struck me like lightning,
Like a bolt out of the blue,
Emotions inside me, all over you.
Chorus:
(repeat & fade)
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Candle
Lit by the hidden power of serving,
A sermon in wax-
Burning.is my only life goal
For it makes me brighter, more use worthy
And less slave to appearance.
I love best what lives in me
And burns cleans me as i flow,
Warm to touch, into
Formlessness to become
One again with my essence.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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Leave It Open
With my ego in my gut,
My babbling mouth would wash it up.
(but now Ive started learning how,)
I keep it shut.
My door was never locked,
Until one day a trigger come cocking.
(but now Ive started learning how,)
I keep it shut.
Wide eyes would clean and dust
Things that decay, things that rust.
(but now Ive started learning how,)
I keep em shut.
I keep em shut.
Harm is in us.
Harm is in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
(leave it open!)
Harm is in us, but power to arm.
Narrow mind would persecute it,
Die a little to get to it.
(but now Ive started learning how.)
I leave it open.
I kept it in a cage,
Watched it weeping, but I made it stay.
(but now Ive started learning how.)
I leave it open.
I leave it open.
Harm is in us.
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
(leave it open!)
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
(leave it open!)
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
Har in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us!
Harm is in us!
Harm is in us!
Harm is in us!
Harm is in us!
Harm is in us--
Harm in you and in me!
What you letting in?
Tell me what youre letting in.
Say what were gonna let in!
We let the weirdness in.
We let the weirdness in.
We let the weirdness in.
We let the weirdness in.
We let the weirdness in.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Sonnet: Misuse of Power
Oh, how power is misused in this world!
To subjugate the weaker-willed of men;
How power corrupts most men manifold!
Making men slaves; gain wealth, subdue the pen.
Power suppresses the poorer nations,
Kicking them off the arms-race forever;
Power wins all wars and decrees sanctions,
Steals money/ land/ food in ways cleverer
Power can win the hearts of beauteous dames,
By threatening punishment in dire ways;
Separating friends/it can win most games,
And bring wars to end within fewer days
Power rules, yet misrules men in this world,
And can bring anyone into its fold.
poem by John Celes
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Power is?
Power is love and strength
Showered on others at any length
Power is a woman
Standing delicately like a flower
Power is intelligence
Without pretence that is so intense
Power is knowledge
We all acknowledge
As politicians take the oath and pledge
Along comes the usual greed
With the desire to feed
On weaknesses with speed
So careful, take heed!
Before you dry up and bleed
Power knows no friends
Powers shows and sends
A message of uneven ends
Power is spoken words
When battles and wars are won
Without the need of the gun
Power is the human touch
That soothes the heart so much
While we observe, stand and watch
But on the whole
Power is control
Its one and only ultimate goal!
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Silver Is Metal Used To Kill Demon Souls
gold gold is the fever metal
for the love of gold shining in their eyes
men resort to violent base morals
gold lust will turn men's
hearts to savage beasts
gold is not a beautiful metal
of salvation
curse of death men's
gold haunts
generations of men
silver silver is redemption metal
thirty pieces of silver payment
price for betrayal of prophet Christ
in blood of Christ
silver is granted power over evil
silver is metal
used to kill demon souls
silver not gold
is salvation metal
with power to slay evil
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Interview with Manuel Negrete
What is the most beautiful goal?
A goal with friends; a goal that is itself a goal;
A goal that is a beginning, and a goal that ends.
What is the most perfect fulcrum?
The human body where it casts a shadow.
When will the earth shift on its axis?
When the moon becomes a meteorite
And imagination lifts the heart.
Did the Azteca fly up from its foundation?
All of Mexico emerged from the ground.
Is Quetzalcoatl a soccer god?
He plays with the morning star.
What do you do with your time?
I live in the blinding moment.
poem by Salvatore Ala
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