Being the most striking manifestation of the art of metal structures by which our engineers have shown in Europe, the Eiffel Tower is one of the most striking of our modern national genius.
quote by Gustave Eiffel
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It seems to me that it had no other rationale than to show that we are not simply the country of entertainers, but also that of engineers and builders called from across the world to build bridges, viaducts, stations and major monuments of modern industry, the Eiffel Tower deserves to be treated with consideration.
quote by Gustave Eiffel
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Power is not revealed by striking hard or often, but by striking true.
Can one think that because we are engineers, beauty does not preoccupy us or that we do not try to build beautiful, as well as solid and long lasting structures? Aren't the genuine functions of strength always in keeping with unwritten conditions of harmony? ... Besides, there is an attraction, a special charm in the colossal to which ordinary theories of art do not apply.
quote by Gustave Eiffel
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Crescent Moon Over Over The Eiffel Tower
First I think of Jesus, or not actually Jesus,
but the vapour trail from a jet, which makes
a line across the hard sky parallel with the top
of my window, which makes me think of Apollinaire
who said in a poem that Jesus is the holder
of the world high altitude record, a truly modern
aviator, and that’s how I think of Jesus,
being in Paris and all, the thing with Apollinaire.
But I’m looking at the line the vapour trail makes,
which way up in the sky would form a perfect T
with the tip of the Eiffel Tower (the tip of the
Tour Eiffel sounds better in a poem) if the Tour Eiffel
were a fair whack higher. You know what I mean:
blue symmetries of summer. And then I notice,
and here’s what the poem’s about, when my eyes
are making the imaginary T, just above the point
where my imaginary much higher Tour Eiffel
would meet the vapour trail, a crescent moon.
A crescent moon so thin and faint it’s almost not there
in the hot white Paris sky. But it is there,
and it’s above the Eiffel Tower, pardon,
la Tour Eiffel, and it’s above the vapour trail
that Jesus in a jet has made. What do I learn
from this experience? Well, in two weeks’ time,
if the weather holds, and it should, there’ll be
a fat full moon over Paris, and I’m up the hill
in Montmartre, with a view to fucking die for.
I can see three quarters of the sky, so I’m sure
that around two weeks from now, one way
or another, I’ll be seeing that fat full moon.
And this is a thought that is not at all unpleasant.
poem by Luke Davies
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Striking
It was like striking a match,
we lit up, then fizzled out.
Relationships, some last, some don't,
that's how it is.
Can't say I find it surprising
but years later I met him
in the supermarket,
buying lingerie!
Oh yes, for himself, no missus.
I had kind of guessed before
when I caught him
trying my knickers!
He always did look better
than me in underwear.
Very smooth skin ____
striking.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Alec Eiffel
Pioneer of aerodynamics
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
They thought he was real smart alec
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
He thought big they called it a phallic
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
They didnt know he was panoramic
Little eiffel stands in the archway
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
Keeping low doesnt make no sense
Sometimes people can be oh so dense
They didnt want it but he built it anyway
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
Little eiffel stands in the archway
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
Keeping low dont make sense
Keeping low doesnt make no-sense
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
Little eiffel stands in the archway
Oh alexander I see you beneath
The archway of aerodynamics.
song performed by by Pixies
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It's the same with visual arts, you have some really cool, wonderful striking images that make you think and then again you have wonderful striking images that just take you away from the existing world for a second. And I like the latter a bit more.
quote by Ville Valo
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9108
what does 9108 mean?
the day i receive two notes
ending with the same figure
like striking the top prize
of the national lottery
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Before and After Having Sex
There's more than sex,
I want from you.
And with you,
There is more than sex...
To do!
Before and after having sex.
There's more than sex,
I want from you.
And with you,
There is more than sex...
To do!
Before and after having sex.
When we walk along the beach...
There is a sweet,
Nectar in the air.
We don't need to touch to please.
Or be detoxed...
By the flow of easy listening.
There's nothing we have missing,
But more of this.
Since with us this love we have is a hit.
After striking out and getting over it!
Before and after having sex.
Before and after having sex.
There's more than sex,
I want from you.
And with you,
There is more than sex...
To do!
Before and after having sex.
After mid-day heat.
When the Sun shine starts to blazing.
We sip on lemonaide...
As we welcome the Sunset that comes.
Sitting back and relaxed.
Awaiting something spectacular to be done.
And when we touch there is more to please.
Before and after having sex.
And when we touch there is more to please.
Before and after having sex.
And when we touch there is more to please.
Before and after having sex.
And when we touch there is more to please.
Before and after having sex.
Since with us this love we have is a hit.
After striking out and getting over it!
And when we touch there is more to please.
Before and after having sex.
And when we touch there is more to please.
Before and after having sex.
And when we touch there is more to please.
Before and after having sex.
Before and after having sex.
Before and after having sex.
And when we touch there is more to please.
Before and after having sex.
And when we touch there is more to please.
Before and after having sex.
Before and after having sex.
Before and after having sex.
And when we touch there is more to please.
Before and after having sex.
And when we touch there is more to please.
Before and after having sex.
Before and after having sex.
Before and after having sex.
Before and after having sex.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Easier Way to Get Outside
I feed ideas.
And they still attempt to produce,
Fire from striking rocks.
I see them,
Knocking their heads against walls.
I do my best to show them...
An easier way to get outside,
Is to use the door.
That's what it is there for.
I feed ideas.
And they still attempt to produce,
Fire from striking rocks.
I turn on the lights.
And no one notices,
The switch.
I am accused of having magic powers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In each a part is distinct
In her I like her nape, so firm.
In her I like her teeth well set.
In her I like her mouth a pout.
In her I like her eyes sexy.
In her I like her cleavage shown.
In her I like her waist, a boat.
In her I like her talk clanging.
In each one of them there is some part striking..
Can love be confined to a single woman?
08.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Engineers
All that we are
Is all that we need to be
All that we know
Is you and machinery
Were engineers
We are your heartbeat
We are your night life
We are your 'low-line
We keep you alive for now
Were engineers
We are your voice
We are your blood flow
We are your eyes
Were all you need to know
Were engineers
All that we are
Is all that youd love to be
All that we know
Is hate and machinery
Were engineers
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Love in so many ways
I have loved in so many ways
As seas cross my sandbar into a bay
For every Kiss I gave away
It was time to be taken away
Every 'I love you' was earnest, true
Every 'goodbye' was always due
All the times, loneliness, blue
Always turn, be gone, the issue
Making change, too many times
Making change, a line of rhyme
Striking bells, hear the chimes
Striking time, doing crime
Who then do I love the most
Who when, haunts me like a ghost
Where, there, can there be a coast
Where, waves crash my heart the most
July 3,2012
poem by Midnights Voice
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The wrong reasons
Until then i realised,
The choices i made,
The decisions i chose,
Options i neglated,
Justified,
All the wrong reasons
My instincts deceived me,
When i trusted them the most,
The conciousness i had,
Destroyed by my own conscience,
Relying on beliefs,
Yet my heart never proved,
All the wrong reasons
My enemy became my shadow,
The same destroyed me,
Striking foward was striking myself,
Little did my mentality know,
Covered ina cloud of mysticism,
Seeing love in hate,
Finding passion in the dark,
Proving desire in envy,
Against the realities i went,
Yet still i justified,
All the wrong reasons
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Your Always Missing
Something Strong is living on
Even though you’re gone
When I cry my tears
They create rain for you
Because you’re gone
I’m sitting by the bed side
Where you once laid
Many days I cry my self to sleep
And the rain comes to play with me
All I want is just you near
Missing everything that I want to share with you
Every time I close my eyes
I close my eyes with you
And I see your face next to mine
And the rain is above my head tonight
Missing words of lullabies
Sweet tender voice is silent
Rain comes to play
With lightening always striking
And your always missing
Walking in the park
Clouds always gray
Time with you was gone to soon
And theirs only tears and rain
So what is left to say today
Tree’s never swaying
Plants never growing and dancing with you and me
The rain is always here
It’s never that comforting to me
Missing words of lullabies
Sweet tender voice is silent
Rain comes to play
With lightening always striking
And your always missing
I just want to see you again
Singing a song with me
Never again to dance in the rain not without you I won’t
No more playing for me
But the rain is playing with me
Missing words of lullabies
Sweet tender voice is silent
Rain comes to play
With lightening always striking
And your always missing
Never to hear the silent cries
Only angels seem to hear
I’m guessing your up their too
But is the rain playing with you
Missing words of lullabies
Sweet tender voice is silent
Rain comes to play
With lightening always striking
And your always missing today
Your always missing from me
And the rain is crying with me
I'm Not Going Hungry
I'm not going hungry anymore
Your sweet love's what I've been hungry for
But since we locked our hearts together now my table set forever
I'm not going hungry anymore.
Happiness is where you are and that's all I need to know
I'm gonna plant a tree of love and just sit back and watch it grow
I'm giving loving everything I've got I'm striking while the iron is hot
I'm not going hungry anymore.
I'm giving loving everything I've got I'm striking while the iron is hot
I'm not going hungry anymore
I'm not going hungry anymore.
song performed by by Charlie Rich, lyrics by Freddie Hart from Behind Closed Doors (1973)
Submitted by Jeffrey Kosloske
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Monuments
Monuments
They have gone now not a trace left but hazy memories.
Leaves are getting yellow there is no denying fall is here.
I’m the sole survivor standing on a plateau of nothingness
where dust of wasted years, blows in the wind. But it was
the wasted years that brought you here, a voice whispers.
I shall not now climb the Eiffel tower from the outside in
honour of the army of welders; whom are all but forgotten.
The name Eiffel lives on, but the man himself lost his crown
when trying to construct the Panama Canal. This long hall
I must walk so many doors on each side, I will not enter any
of them to see what’s inside, my curiosity is gone I need not
know. My object is to reach the end of the corridor where
I see shadows, perhaps the great man Eiffel is there, if not
I hope they are, the welders of the monument made of Iron.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Hey Lord!
(m&l - deris)
(what is it all about? )
Pleasure of pain
Cold or fire
Love against disdain
Hope or dispair
Thuth of liar
Normal or insane
Do you know what to choose?
It cant happen you lose
Like the stairs nedd the light
No left without right
Hey lord, hey lord
Life is striking as you taugth
Hey lord, hey lord
Time is running, time is short
Hey lord (what is it all about? )
Good or profane
Odd of even
All is face to face
Sinner or saint
Serve each other
Life is called this place
Do you know what to choose?
It cant happen you lose
Like the stairs nedd the light
No left without right
Hey lord, hey lord
Life is striking as you taugth
Hey lord, hey lord
Time is running, time is short
Hey lord
Hey lord, hey lord
Time is running, time is short.
Hey lord, hey lord
Life is striking, life is short
Hey lord
Hey lord, hey lord
Time is running, time is short.
Hey lord, hey lord
Why did you want us so wayhard?
(what is it all about? )
Solo: michael
song performed by by Helloween
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Remembrance
These tears flow so freely
slide down shadow of mind
upon chance chosen flesh
which serves to bind.
A husk of bitter life.
Ever plays, out of time.
These tears flow so freely
slide down shadow of mind.
Like hail stones within
Striking! Striking! Filament!
Of tortured membrane
where thoughts recline.
On between between - back to before
upon divine wings we long to climb.
Cognitive compulsive influence
is energy affecting impulsions.
Dimension’s physical plane
retains haunting memories of a kind.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Rendezvous on Champs-Elysees
Leave Paris in the morning on T.E.E.
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
In Vienna we sit in a late-night cafe
Straight connection, T.E.E.
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
From station to station
back to Dusseldorf City
Meet Iggy Pop and David Bowie
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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