My fist is in his mouth, his fist is in my eye.
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Gulped from the fist by the mouth
engulfed by the gut
spilled to the, tasting blood
the heart clenched it fist, while the crony brain
lit up like a fishing village.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Mind Power
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
So when you walk through the door
Is this the bottom word
The fortress of violence will fall
When the tide will turn
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Is there a place you belong
When there is no love
The light that shines is so strong
When you come out of the dark
Yeah
Were living in a violent world
It makes our heart just freeze
Lets melt the ice with heart and soul
To heal a world that bleeds
(to heal a world that bleeds)
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
So when you walk through the door
Is this the bottom word
The fortress of violence will fall
When the tide will turn
So when you walk through the door
You can make it too
The fortress of violence will fall
If you want it to
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power
song performed by by Scorpions
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Fist
A fist is worn by the man who has a skull,
Killing the bones, taking on something mindful;
It rested in the chest, the heart, where it bled
Due to heat and head being hard, in the bed.
I say flowers are outside, wonderful lies,
Youth angered by crouching and it dies.
The fist strongest still flees from the army,
Afterwards, the expedition ended mournfully.
Destroy any son or daughter for anger,
The anger is God’s solution and manufacture;
The fist is a choice of man and woman
Then it decides for the luck is incarceration.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Aura and Essence
Thumping off my eye
I find the fist to be
less important
than the blur
the fist arrives in.
Coming toward me now
that man, his girl.
But more important is
the golden halo of the sun
falling now around them.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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To Adapt
To say and explain we imagine why the one of us shall say,
Your being is held in a fist after fist after fist until we end the day.
This is totally abrupt, a policy to please, a lonely river of time;
May majesty spell my soul without a flower, so the bell does chime.
When this bangs fifty times I submit to it, like a turtle to the human race,
Open are all hours to the future, the rupture, the conservation of grace.
Will fighting cease, will understanding believe in men who give birth?
The right of a man fights for laws to understand, to take on worth.
Worthy men are inside the book so great, so extraordinary and apt,
Much of the celebration exits to give a laughter, so much to adapt.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Take Me
Take me and let me in
Don't break me and shut me out
Chorus:
So take me and let me in
Don't break me and shut me out
I lit my pain on fire
and I watched it all burn down
Now I'm dancing in the ashes
and theres no one else around
Cause I wanna be apart of something
This is just a story of a broken soul
Hook:
As days go by, my heart grows cold
I can't seem to let this all pass me by
Chorus x2
I'm burning in the heavens
and I'm drowning in the hell
My souls in a coma
and none of my friends can tell
I'm reaching out of getting nothing
This is just a story of a broken soul
Hook
Chorus x2
Don't shut me out
Does anyone around me feel the same
Just put your fist up and vent your pain
Does anyone around me feel the same
Put your fist up and vent your pain
Does anyone around me feel the same
Put your fist up and vent your pain
Does anyone around me feel the same
Put your fist up and vent your pain
Hook
Chorus x2
Hook
Take Me
Don't Break Me
song performed by by Papa Roach
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Hand Over Fist
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Hand over fist
Paper around the stone
Scissors cut the paper
Cut the paper to the bone
Hand over fist
Paper around the stone
Scissors cut the paper
And the rock must stand alone
I could disappear into the crowd
But not if I keep my head in the clouds
I could walk away so proud
Its easy enough if you dont laugh too loud
I thought I was okay alone
Wait for the postman and the telephone
Lost in a world of my own
I thought I could run alone
Thought I could run through the night alone
Hand over hand
Doesnt seem so much
Hand over hand
Is the strength of the common touch
You talk as we walk along
You never imagined I could be so wrong
Humming your favorite song
You know Ive hated that song for so long
How can we ever agree?
Like the rest of the world
We grow farther apart
I swear you dont listen to me
Holding my hand to my heart
Holding my fist to my racing heart
Take a walk outside myself
In some exotic land
Greet a passing stranger
Feel the strength in his hand
Feel the world expand
I feel my spirit resist
But I open up my fist
Lay hand over hand over
Hand over fist
song performed by by Rush
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The first day of school for me
I may not remember the fist day school.I look at the fist day of school I felt alone because I didn't know anyone. I also felt scared. I do feel loved and blessed I was helped and cared for me. Written. and Posted 9/8/11. Written by Susie sunshine
poem by Susan Garelick
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My Beautiful Son
Tears flowed down my cheeks
As I cradled you in my arms
Tiny fingers sqeezing mine
New joy grew deep and warm
Watching as you slept
A gift from God above
Never could I imagine
Feeling this all consuming love
Those sparkling big blue eyes
looking up at me
taking your fist steps
Climbing that first tree
That fist day of school
My brave little man
Walking down the sidewalk
Holding tightly to my hand
I held you oh so tight
hopeing childhood would last
through scraped knees and bruises
As you grew up so very fast
Rocking you so gently
As you cried that lonely night
Your fist taste of heartache
Drowning out the light
Ballgames and dances
Freinds fill your days
to soon it's graduation
And going your own way
poem by Debora Johnson
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How champions are made
Im in the ring
The bell sounds
I throw a punch
We dance around
He moves his fist
I hit the ground
I look through mist
Muffled sounds
Boos and chants
An angry crowd
Continue to dance! ! !
Im up
I throw a punch
We dance around
He moves his fist
I hit the ground
Ruby liquids flow
I try to rise
I move to slow
He kicks me down
A whistle blows
Im pulled up
Continue to dance! !
He throws a punch
We dance around
I move my fist
He hits the ground
I stare down
No sound
The mist is clear
In his eyes
I see my fear
My hate
My distaste
In his features
I see my face
He is me
Whistle blows
I see my chance
I throw my fist
He hits the ground
No more whistle sound
The ref is down
I leave the ring
I am found
The crowd cheers
They dance around
Victorys here! !
A champ is crowned! !
poem by Elias Barcelona
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He raised his voice
Ken Saro-Wiwa spoke out
against
the environmental degradation
of the land
and waters of the Ogoni.
Ken Saro-Wiwa raised his voice
but not his fist
His home land in the Niger delta
ravaged, polluted
by decades of crude oil dumping.
Ken Saro-Wiwa raised his voice
but not his fist
He chastised
the Nigerian government
for refusing
to enforce regulations
that would have protected
Ogoni land
Ken Saro-Wiwa raised his voice
but not his fist
for this,
Ken Saro-Wiwa was hanged.
Ken Saro-Wiwa was hanged
but not silenced
His words live on
to be read
a thousand times
by millions of other
outspoken voices.
poem by Diana Rosser
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Something Uncommon
the little boy cried
last night he clenched his fist
and demanded
in fury that the window be opened
the mother who was not there
talked over the phone
through the elder girl
who was in charge of their
affairs
sensing the danger of
what may happen when the
window is opened
it was simple
i mean the boy's demand was simple
he clenched his fist against the moon
for what reason
i do not really know
at his young age at three
though i've been there once
i still cannot figure out why?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Wings Of The Mind
faced with a blank wall
the mind pass through it
over the fences
it goes beyond
kicks and jumps away
reinventing wings and
sharpening claws
on its personal journey
into the unknown
more real that what can be touched
by the hands
too theoretical
ephemeral
as one wakes up
for another usual morning
the fingers close upon a fist
laid upon the navel
one preaches
what is here inside my fist
is real
the wings in my head
are upcoming
unable to flap
resigned.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Fists (a Revised Poem)
faced with a blank wall
the mind passes through it
over the fences
it goes beyond
kicks and jumps away
reinventing wings and
sharpening claws
on its personal journey
into the unknown
more real than what can be touched
by the hands
too theoretical
ephemeral
as one wakes up
for another usual morning
the fingers close upon a fist
lays itself upon the navel
one preaches
'what is here inside my fist
is real'
the wings in my head
are upcoming
unable to flap
and resigned.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Night I Called The Old Man Out
The dining room fell silent
I cant believe what I just said
I just told my dad hes full of it
And I watched his face turn red
And I shouldve said, Im sorry
But I matched him shout for shout
I can still hear that screen door slammin
The night I called him out.
(chorus)
He said, son its gonna hurt me more than it hurts you
But somehow I couldnt help but have my doubts
cause Id seen my old brothers crawl back in the house
Each time they called the old man out.
Fist to fist and eye to eye
Standin toe to toe
He wouldve let me walk away
But I just would not let it go
Years of my frustration
Had let me to this night
Now hell pay for all the times that hes been right.
*chorus*
It was over in a minute
Thats when I realized
The blood came from my mouth and nose
But the tears came from his eyes
And in memory of that fateful night
I know the greatest pain was his
And I just pray some day Im half the man he is.
*chorus*
Just like my old brothers
I crawled back in the house
The night I called the old man out
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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For Shadow, For Dust!
the old woman,
face bruised and wrinkled,
clothes dirty and worn...
lies alone in the bed,
except for the cat...
shadows whisper, she moans,
as if closing a book.
even the hungry walls are silent...
the pages of the book
tattered and yellowed.
her teeth broken or gone,
her fist clenched tight,
the comfort of no one,
the prayer to no god.
the clock on the wall ticks amen...
her spirit taken, her fist opened,
a bag of trash falls in the corner,
the old cat runs for shadow,
for dust...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fist of Time
The Fist of Time holds secrets a great many
Only when it is meant, you stumble upon any
Day to day Life itself seems tough to catch up with
And to think about whatnot, nobody has enough pith
Yesterday is just gone and Tomorrow is about to come
Interested in Living Happily than worrying about outcome
Stay Blissful in the moment, that is now, Enjoy now
Never waste your special moments pondering on how
Once Time has moved ahead, Past is set, covered with mist
Who can tell what History and Future rest in Time's Fist!
-TODAY IS NOW -ACROSTIC MESSAGE--
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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Why? Why?
the muslims are right
god tells them he is one
to tame their heart
the hindus are right too
- given liberty to worship
god the way they deem fit
did he even turn to them to make a fuss?
his right not too, and not ours to question why?
it is his game, his right to play it his way
buddha is right too
- granted enlightenment
to help humans understand their pain
and oil their journey to him
to those God has shown his stand
let them stand by him the way he wants it
the master of the game holds the world
and the thousand of faiths in his tight fist
to save or crash them is just a flip of the palm
let nobody even question him why
for the answer might just come crashing in a tight fist
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Fist and Fist
Guard the fist with another fist,
To foot the blame drifts so as to assist;
The fighting boasts, it treats, it mends
And resurrection created promise that sends
A message to the layers of the soul,
The being of a created one, in his bowl.
To befit the times we have begotten a kind
That dissolved the youth and its mind.
It was a company of strangers too much in peace,
That is how we differ in us, this is the centerpiece.
My actions have a crease, it spoilt me,
Where I prayed for some time and got to see.
This prayer is void as the cosmos
When I worshipped for someone close.
The encounter I experienced was mad,
I have to face the hairy scene as the sad.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Abbherence!
A man was on the floor
Selling coco at the shore.
Making meal & money, he's happy.
Looking at d stars, he laid airy.
But the tale had a twist
Wid no legs, he held tight his fist
And the hatred tale started.
His fingers ran through pages
He knew history since sages
Giving lectures he spent the day
Moon or sun, knowing not from where came d ray
There lied in tale a twist
With no eyes, he held tight his fist
And the hatred tale started.
In a garden blossomed a flower
Reason being aroma, all wanted it ever
Few hours hence, it was plucked
Days later, dry it looked
That is where the tale took a twist
This' one more in that list
And the hatred tale started.
The hatred tale that had a twist
When few couldn't hold tight their fist
That hatred tale still in place
When some flawed life as they couldn't race
When a man wins if he thinks he can
& flower that spreads cheer before it dries
WHY SHOULD A LOSER END LOSER? ?
poem by BhanuPrakash Singh
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