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Up To My Neck In You
Well Ive been up to my neck in trouble
Up to my neck in strife
Up to my neck in misery
For most of my life
Ive been a fool
And you know what a fool can do
Im telling you
You came along when I needed you
Now Im up, Im up to my neck in you
And Ive been up to my neck in pleasure
Up to my neck in pain
Ive been up to my neck on the railroad track
Waitin for the train
To cruise on through
Well baby my time is due
Oh its way overdue
You came along and you pulled me through
Now Im up, up to my neck in you
Well Ive been up to my neck in whiskey
Ive been up to my neck in wine
Ive been up to my neck in wishing
That this neck wasnt mine
I was a loser
You werent lost
Baby you were too good, too good to be true
What youve got no one else could do
Now Im up, Im up to my neck in you
Yeah you came along when I needed you
Oh Im up to my neck in you
song performed by by AC-DC
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Beauty doesn't need ornaments. Softness can't bear the weight of ornaments.
quote by Munshi Premchand
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In the markets of Maibong
I searched so much
for ornaments of raw gold
in the markets of Maibong,
Gold is only in name
You are lovelier than gold
without ornaments
The goldsmith could not make
a single piece of ornament
to your measure
What kind of goldsmith is he
without ornaments
You are lovelier than gold
The door of the moon in the sky
was open
Secretly I peeped
Orange moon
People say
The moon is lovely
The moon is only in name
You are lovelier than the moon.
Translated by Ajit Barua
poem by Prem Narayan Nath
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Tornaments
i dream, i promise,
i break up,
i shatter,
like unstable,
moments,
in the life,
countless,
in occasions,
but,
i still wonder,
over,
my internal distortions,
viable,
noises, raised up to neck,
occasional severity,
in behavior disorder,
and shutdown,
of all random priorities,
to pay breaths as ransom,
to life,
with fetters over body,
emptying my lungs,
with labored exhale,
how you can believe,
when lies are,
ornaments of face,
and swamps of sins,
to drag me in,
you are generous,
to offer me,
your hand,
in epic moments,
with traction of my arm,
but gravity,
increasing my weight,
to infinity,
death comes,
with light speed,
Einstein writes,
EMC2,
on my fore head,
Alexander conquers my will,
Aristotle confuses,
the situation,
whatever,
it may be,
hidden,
and dormant,
t ornaments,
erupting from the soil.
under my feet
poem by Rafique Farooqi
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Black Door
Read it well and learn from it with your own mind,
For your nose-ring, your ear-rings and your ornaments are here with me;
But your beautiful jewels are still on your neck.
I don't know who you are but,
As long as you love me i will keep on living;
I don't know what you do but,
As long as you love me i will keep on writing;
And like lovers sitting facing each other,
For the Black Door is still opened.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Life Is Just A Tire Swing
By: jimmy buffett
1974
I remember the smell of the creosote plant
When wed have to eat on easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt
They lived in a big house, antebellum style (antebellum)
And the winds would blow across the old bayou
And I was a tranquil little child
Chorus:
Life was just a tire swing
jambalaya was the only song I could sing
Blackberry pickin, eatin fried chicken
And I never knew a thing about pain
Life was just a tire swing
In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp
Yeah me and my cousin baxter in our pup tent with a lamp
And in a few days baxter went home and he left me by myself
But I knew that Id stay, it was better that way
And I could get along without any help
Chorus:
Life was just a tire swing
jambalaya was the only song I could sing
Chasin after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows
Knowin I could never hurt a thing
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)
And I never been west of new orleans or east of pensacola
My only contact with the outside world was an rca victrola
And elvis would sing and then Id dream about expensive cars
And who wouldve figured twenty years later
Id be rubbin shoulders with the stars
Life was just a tire swing
Then the other mornin on some illinois road
I fell asleep at the wheel
But was quickly wakened up by a ma bell telephone pole
And a bunch of grant wood faces screamin is he still alive?
Through the window I could see it hangin from a tree
And I knew that I had survived
And life is still a tire swing
jambalaya is the best song I can sing
Blackberry pickin, eatin fried chicken
But I finally learned a lot about pain
Life is just a tire swing (tire swing)
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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The Man Exclaims Part01
The man exclaims, 'It was by mere chance that I was in the parking lot when the man died, with the murder weapon in my hand. No sir I had o idea how he died. I just picked up the tire iron to check the pressure on my cars tires. I always used this tire iron. For I've always used the one from the parking garage to check my tires.'
the officier spoke sternly in a serious tone, 'that tire iron is not the weapon that killed this man.'
The man questioned in a state of confusion, 'Then what did? '
The officier was angry now. He screamed, 'you did after you smacked him with the tire iron. You ran over him 6 times.'
The man exclaimed, 'but that's not even my car. That's my wife. Mines the one next to it. I'm being framed I swear.'
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Attraction is something deeper
Temples were built by the mighty,
Some with golden towers,
Some with golden domes,
And some with golden podiums
To lure and summon.
Amarnath is a stone of a cave,
With no ornaments, no pavements
And yet attracts braving crowds
Much against all its odds,
For its sway of power.
There are women, very common,
With no ornaments to adorn,
Whom men throng for their bounty
As against women for their beauty
5.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Oh, She Is Such A Beauty!
sometimes we are stunned by ' beauties ';
oh, she is such a beauty-
a simple beauty, an unadorned charm!
alas, she herself quite unaware
of her innocence in blissful radiance;
she is not wealthy, a poor
but rich in beauty's excellence!
everything about her professes dignity
and anything she does is gentle in grace
and does possess a natural poise;
she seems to speak yet not;
o, her beauty speaks in whispers with the wind:
your age does not decline the treat of her beauty;
it spreads on her like the unshaken shadow
on the still waters of a limpid lake-
her beauty manures not vulgar vultures of the mind
but transforms you as an ardent devotee of beauty!
o how could it be she the mother of two grown kids
that garland their arms around her lovely neck!
her fair skin seems quite strange for her social status
and radiates a divine glow about her;
those artificially shaped girls in skimpy dress
down the ramps in ugly gaits in blinding lights
and those in wealthy overflowing dresses
in knife-sharp creases and in boastful jewellery
are no match to this lady wrapped in local attire sans ornaments;
whose one-quarter smile would land us in heavens of bliss!
who is the lucky soul to have her as his dear wife?
who is the mother that nurtured her in her womb?
o god, let she not age nor her beauty tire and wither
for she is the walking paradise of virtuous beauty;
a creation of you when you were in total peace!
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse. Murphy's First Corollary If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the next morning you will have a flat tire.
quote by George Edward Woodberry
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Enclosed and Sheltered
There is a need for change.
And all agree.
Yet.
Sitting in the coolness,
Enclosed and sheltered.
From an unbearable Summer heat.
No one is willing,
To sweat.
Since there is a fear
That if someone goes near,
A flattened tire.
To move them forward,
In a car they all ride.
The one who changed the tire,
Will receive all of the admiration.
So they sit in waiting.
Until a winning of a debate,
Has been decisively won.
Although all inside.
Did a driving that was done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The first dragon (sestina)
They went to find a thing that belched fire
a killer, a dragon what could it be?
To defeat it, to win they did aspire,
to set the people from its terror free,
it was huge as it could never tire
and where it went, there was only agony.
Those brave humble men were of all fear free
were like a mighty force that did aspire
to make men godly, as t no man should be,
to snatch from that beast it’s devouring fire
and to bring to it just death and agony
and in this quest they would not tire.
Yet all of the great brave men do aspire
to in the unknown find knowledge free
to test skill against the beast and to tire
to measure if plans full of follies be,
later to chance, to fight using its fire,
even in using if there is only agony.
They wanted the truth of its power to be free,
free to use in destruction like the strange fire
that came from heaven that fell in agony
that has the capacity to even gods to tire,
they constructed weapons that should be
the main goal to which warriors do aspire.
It may that other men could easily tire
of this overwhelming quest whose worth could be
not lovely high things, to which to aspire,
nor a guiding light sparkling over the free
but quenching of life by its terrible fire,
with it only acts of death and agony.
Then like destiny, which doomed in agony,
like the first discoverers of divine secret fire,
the beast would rise and in raving anger be
really ruthless and from tricks it will not tire,
its intimate knowledge would not come free,
to seek power in which men as fools aspire.
In pride anything to be, finishing foes with fire
while endlessly to be free they do aspire
while men tire in wars only breeding agony.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Wear My Ring Around Your Neck
(words & music by bert caroll - russell moody)
Wont you wear my ring around your neck
To tell the world Im yours, by heck
Let them see your love for me
And let them see by the ring around your neck
Wont you wear my ring around your neck
To tell the world Im yours, by heck
Let them know I love you so
And let them no by the ring around your neck
They say that goin steady is not the proper thing
They say that were too young to know the meaning of a ring
I only know that I love you and that you love me too
So, darling, please do what I ask of you
Wont you wear my ring around your neck
To tell the world Im yours, by heck
Let them see your love for me
And let them see by the ring around your neck
Let them know I love you so
And let them know by the ring around your neck
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Tyre
Me your tyre, roll and roll
thousands of miles
You tire
and I smile
My tire is my retire
(C) S.D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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A Poem A Day
a poem a day
is a pain in my neck.
and that
is everyday.
and everyday is
also a pain
in my neck.
and my neck
however,
has no mouth
to complain.
i need a massage.
i need a little
pampering.
perhaps a kiss
in my
ass from
an innocent
moral
religious
woman
no, do i have really
to be banal
about my
search for the
holy?
never felt
immaculate
but i will try
not to be vile
and irreverent
to emotions
into the sacrosanct
the righteous
seraphic saintly
sublime self
into the valley of
death
i will still sing my
song.
truly, i must be
in this daily dose
of pain in the neck
poetry
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Neck On Up
I gave the girls the eye
Ive given lust a try
Im just an average guy
From the neck on down
I used to have my fun
When all was said and done
I only wanted someone
From the neck on down
Maybe its one too many mornings after
Maybe Im sick of my own nervous laughter
Now Im looking for heaven
From the neck on up
For a perfect eleven
From the neck on up
I was a typical man
I had a master plan
I thought that heaven began
From the waist on down
And I had always said
That I could use my head
But I was thinking instead
From the waist on down
Maybe its one too many frozen shoulders or
Maybe I havent noticed getting older
Trapped in a dream
Something has to change in this endless stream
Of ships that pass in the night
Is this what I want out of life?
I want to know what this game is about
I want someone to try and figure me out
I cant determine why
But Im a different guy
Your modus operandi
Turned me inside out
Its not that I dont care
About your fine hardware
But youve got something else there
I cant figure out
Maybe I just cant finish what Ive started or
Maybe its simply that Ive been outsmarted
Now Ive found my heaven
From the neck on up
Youre a perfect eleven
From the neck on up
song performed by by Utopia
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Winter Promises
Tomatoes rosy as perfect baby's buttocks,
eggplants glossy as waxed fenders,
purple neon flawless glistening
peppers, pole beans fecund and fast
growing as Jack's Viagra-sped stalk,
big as truck tire zinnias that mildew
will never wilt, roses weighing down
a bush never touched by black spot,
brave little fruit trees shouldering up
their spotless ornaments of glass fruit:
I lie on the couch under a blanket
of seed catalogs ordering far
too much. Sleet slides down
the windows, a wind edged
with ice knifes through every crack.
Lie to me, sweet garden-mongers:
I want to believe every promise,
to trust in five pound tomatoes
and dahlias brighter than the sun
that was eaten by frost last week.
poem by Marge Piercy
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Waiting for you to tire
Ive been doing this since I was 12 years old
I remember rapping, standing in the freezing cold
Its funny cause we always said we would blow
I still feel the buzz from the crowd, I remember that show
you don't need to remind me I know it was four years ago
I can't forget the feeling I would get when I read back a rhyme I wrote on a page
Ill never forget that party, it was the first time I performed on a stage
and I know you remember cause you know we blew it away
they had their phones out, theyre hands up, they loved it, what can I say?
There was a place in my dreams a place I was trying to find
used to battle in school but the real battle was between my heart and mind
and I couldn't see what I was saying when I freestyled because I was blind
I was always thinking about the future but now all I wanna do is rewind
I keep playing back old recordings so I can find the fire
its like they want me to fail they're just waiting for me to tire...
Because this road you walk isn't as clear as it first seemed
they're just waiting for you to tire...
so you can no longer see the place that you have dreamed
they're just waiting for you to tire...
waiting for you to tire, waiting for you to tire.
But I'm not tired, I'm putting on a brave face
I don't like you being close, can't you you see I need my space?
Because if I don't say hello there will be no need to say good bye
cause every day I watch friends of mine as they slowly die
this messed up life is the reason that I started to write
and I used to enjoy this life until everyone started to fight
it all became one repeated battle that was no longer raw
and honestly I didn't like what it was all represented for
cause I left it all behind but you wouldn't go with me
too many people confused the rythm, they didn't understand the poety
and I promised myself I would never rap with you again
I started hearing a grime flow, so many people were doing it the same
and your doing a so called wifey tune when she'll never be your wife
your talking about guns and you've never seen one in your life
and the news is blaming rap again cause a youth was taken by a kinfe?
they're just waiting for me to tire as I keep trying to write...
Because this road you walk isnt as clear as it first seemed
theyre just waiting for you to tire...
so you can no longer see the place that you have always dreamed
theyre just waiting for you to tire...
waiting for you to tire, waiting for you to tire.
your entire life
you fight only to survive
you continue to strive
only to keep the hope you have alive...
And the devils do run you round in circles
yet they manage to keep you in the line
but to the battle you have to return
it is your time to find the fire
are you really ready to finally tire?
poem by Daniel McCann
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Russian romance 'Don't go away!
Don't go away, but stay with me!
I'm so delight to be with you.
Your eyes and lips my kisses cover
Don't go away but stay with me.
Your eyes and lips my kisses cover
Don't go away but stay with me!
Please, stay with me!
Please, stay with me!
Don't go away but stay with me!
I love you so much my dear.
I'll tire you with burning kisses,
I'll tire you so tenderly.
I'll tire you with burning kisses,
I'll tire you so tenderly.
Please, stay with me!
Please, stay with me!
Don't go away but stay with me!
There is a passion in my heart.
Delight of love will wait us darling
Don't go away! Don't go away!
Delight of love will wait us darling
Please, stay with me!
Please, stay with me!
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Clearness ornaments profound thoughts.
quote by Luc de Clapier
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