For an ant to have wings would be his undoing.
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My Silent Undoing
my silent undoing
my silent undoing
my silent undoing
my silent undoing
my wasp in a jar
protruding hips
and skull, and spine
ribcage cuts a clear outline
oh, oh
all roped up and pinching in
distorted and disfiguring
oh, oh
my silent undoing
my silent undoing
my wasp in a jar
no photographs around the back
emaciated, iron flat
oh, oh
dehydrated cutting bones
today i'm over 7 stone
oh, oh
my wasp in a jar
my wasp in a jar
my wasp in a jar
twinkle little star
my wasp in a jar.
song performed by by Queen Adreena
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Simile
THE little Moth round candle turning,
Stops not till its wings are burning:
So woman, dazzled by man's wooing,
Rushes to her own undoing.
poem by Charlotte Dacre
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The Best Doing Of A Done That I Did And Could Do
Do I undo?
To improve upon that which has been done?
Sure.
It is a necessity.
If an undoing is within my power,
To undo.
Do I stop the doing,
With an undoing that I did...
With attempts not to do?
Even if I am powerless...
To undo that doing done did,
With an improving of a done doing...
To do a better doing of a done did,
That I found unable to undo?
No!
However...
I will continue doing what it is that I do,
With the acknowledgement...
What it was that was done I did do to get done,
Was the best doing of a done that I did and could do...
With an improvement on a done I did,
Hoping that a doing of it was done much better!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Breakthrough
I wish I was speaking to influence,
The undoing of perceptions.
And commanded distribution,
Of everything new, accepted and believed.
I wish we all had invested,
Our priorities in uplifting all humanity.
To realize the true wealth we have...
Is not in the value placed on 'things'.
But who we are as human beings.
I wish I was speaking to influence,
The undoing of perceptions.
And commanded distribution,
Of everything new, accepted and believed.
I wish one day we all should awaken...
To witness pieces released from us,
That kept us in limitation debating a fate.
And with eyes opened,
There was a feeling of escape.
A breakthrough we knew we could not forsake.
I wish I was speaking to influence,
The undoing of perceptions.
And commanded distribution,
Of everything new, accepted and believed.
But then again...
I do remember,
How long it took for the deceit I sought...
To leave me...to see what it is to be clearly seen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is of Your Doing
You don't know what you've done,
By the undoing.
You've unravelled potential.
An effect that has upset.
A regretting might be felt.
And what has happened did not result,
In the happiness you expected.
You don't know what you've done,
By the undoing of it.
You sit unsatisfied...
Believing your actions,
Would be suitable.
The perfect fit.
With an applause to come with it!
You could not resist this addiction to madness.
And you find yourself in torment.
Surrounded by an evil...
You've invited.
And with you,
Comfortably visits!
You don't know what you've done.
And the stubbornness to enforce your way...
Leaves no doubt,
About the devastation wished.
Since this is what you've won!
Congratulations!
This should not leave you sad!
Aren't you glad by it?
It is of your doing.
Afterall...
This is from the screwing you pursued.
And accomplished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Much For Your Wings?
How much for your wings?
How much for your wings?
Well it comes and it goes
How much for your wings?
And its high and low
How much for your wings?
I can name a price
How much for your wings?
Many forget their pride
Chorus
If I were you and and you were me
Wed know
And could it be what you perceive
Is wrong?
And what I mean what wrong could be
I dont know
Im not naive but I believe
So I may grow
How much for your wings?
The soul you kiss good-bye
How much for your wings?
Watch the stars collide
How does it feel
When youre the only one?
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Sara
Written by stevie nicks.
Wait a minute baby...
Stay with me awhile
Said youd give me light
But you never told be about the fire
Drowning in the sea of love
Where everyone would love to drown
And now its gone
It doesnt matter anymore
When you build your house
Call me home
And he was just like a great dark wing
Within the wings of a storm
I think I had met my match -- he was singing
And undoing the laces
Undoing the laces
Drowning in the sea of love
Where everyone would love to drown
And now its gone
It doesnt matter anymore
When you build your house
Call me home
Hold on
The night is coming and the starling flew for days
Id stay home at night all the time
Id go anywhere, anywhere
Ask me and Im there because I care
Sara, youre the poet in my heart
Never change, never stop
And now its gone
It doesnt matter what for
When you build your house
Ill come by
Drowning in the sea of love
Where everyone would love to drown
And now its gone
It doesnt matter anymore
When you build your house
Call me home
All I ever wanted
Was to know that you were dreaming
(theres a heartbeat
And it never really died)
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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On Angel Wings
On angel wings you do fly
On angel wings into the sky
On angel wings i do cry
Because those angel wings took you away
On angel wings the heralds sing
Is there no such lovely thing?
On angel wings you fly away.
I will see these angel wings again someday
When i am old and my time has come
On angel wings I will fly
Until I'm holding you once again
Smiling on angel wings.
poem by Troy Nichols
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The Black Crow (in answer to Ted Hughes)
Crow flew up into the air
looking, always searching
with a keen eye
roving down to earth from the sky
with wings flapping
under the blazing sun
almost blurring in
their quick movement
and flying from the blinding sun
with paws folded in
but at a time he had to dropp down
like lightning falling from the sky
to find something somewhere
a mouse, a rat or a bigger rabbit
to feed with claws ripping
with blood oozing red under them.
Blacker than the night,
spreading his wings
again he challenged the sky
thinking about being supreme
and that was his undoing
as he flew up as high as eagles do
against bare cliffs to a nest of their young
and faster than light, was pierced, was flung from it
dropping down from the heights
and heard the screaming roar
of a eagle’s triumphant song
just before death ended everything for crow.
[References: Wodwo and Crow (extract) Two legends by Ted Hughes.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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On Angel Wings
On Angel Wings You Do Fly
On Angel Wings Into The Sky
On Angel Wings I Do Cry
Because Thise Angel Wings Took You Away
On Angel Wings The Angels Sing
Is There No Such Lovely Thing
On Angel Wings You Fly Away
I Will See Them Angel Wings Again Some Day
When I Am Old And My Time Has Come
On Angel Wings I Will Fly
Tell I See You Once Again
Smiling On Angel Wing
poem by Merceds Lilly
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Broken Wings
Broken wings
Broken wings
Twirls in ballroom gowns
Echos of glory
And reminders of things lost
Broken wings
Broken wings
Only feet to help carry on now
A thousand voices
Singing the same song
Broken wings
Broken wings
Feathers litter the ground
Where the proud used to stand
Where only broken wings remain
poem by Autumn Winds
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Did. Did You Do A Panic
Did. Did you do a panic.
With a frantic...
Undoing panic?
Did. Did you do a panic...
Frantically?
Tell me did you do a panic.
With a frantic...
Undoing panic?
Did you really do a panic...
Frantically?
Or...
Did you feel romantic?
Or...
Was it really panic?
Tell me did you do a panic.
With a frantic...
Undoing panic?
Did you really do a panic...
Frantically?
Or...
Did you feel romantic?
Tell me, tell me now.
Or was it really panic?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If My Verses Had The Wings
Songs as sweet as summer brings,
To your flowery lawn should fly
If my verses had the wings—
Wings of birds that haunt the sky.
Like the spark that upward springs,
They would seek your smiling hearth,
If my verses had the wings—
Wings such as a spirth hath.
Near you, close as ivy clings,
They would dwell by night and day
If my verses had the wings—
Wings like love to speed the way.
poem by Victor Hugo
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Having Wings
Having wings
I have wings
Wings so white
Wings that let me fly like a kite
Having wings is such a spontaneous
Why to say to say hey, I made it that way
Made it to graduation and made it to a promotion.
made it all over this nation
But now having wings makes me want to cry
Cry so hard ill probably drown in my tears
Ill cry because I know we didn’t say are last good- bye and
are final hug and kiss good- night
I dedicate this to my grandfather
poem by Marrissa Vera
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Doing nothing for others is the undoing of ourselves.
quote by Horace Mann
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To think too long about doing a thing often becomes its undoing.
We Have No Similar Interests
You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.
But it is your beliefs that now attack you.
Not once did I ever say,
You should do things my way.
However...
Your way,
Done...
Lead to your undoing.
You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.
But it is your beliefs that now attack you.
You had fast backing from a society.
Many professed as normal.
The one that sets standards...
With values to achieve.
You also had 'close' friends,
You spent time with.
I lived in my own 'world'.
And your laughter persisted.
Until it recently has drifted,
Away.
You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.
But it is your beliefs that attack now you.
Not once did I ever say,
You should do things my way.
However...
Your way,
Done...
Lead to your undoing.
Why am I now,
Getting your unanswered calls?
We have no similar interests.
None that bestows a wish,
To speak to you.
And all that I have gone through...
I just let my telephone ring.
Often to go unnoticed.
Any hellos I wish to here...
Are personal and exchanged,
When I am near...
From ear to ear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Be Not Lies
A lot of my blood
sweat
and tears
went into
my undoing.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Beware of your habits. The better they are the more surely they will be your undoing.
quote by Holbrook Jackson
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