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Girls who Die
Once upon a time there was a fly
A girl who in disguise always lay
None did know who she was
Her shape and identity she never dispose
While she flies cheerfully
To her misery begins her mystery
She encountered cupid and Aphrodite
And was shocked by love without treaty
She got one ray from cupid
Another from Aphrodite tossed
Her disguise she would unfold
She now loves without a sword
She gave him all her swords
Willing to hear and keep his sweet words
But what will words do
If his love did subdue
So dear girls who in their world usually fly
Don’t let words make your swords go by
For if they went none would deny
That you and your love will die
There are words which sever hearts more than sharp swords; there are words the point of which sting the heart through the course of a whole life.
quote by Frederika Bremer
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Words... (Tiny Bodies)
words have tiny bodies,
some young, some aged beyond thought.
words carry swords and plant tears,
words form tiny lamps in darkness.
words express the unexpressable,
ride bicycles on children's journeys.
words taunt silence with definition....
and some of the best are never spoken.
words heal wounds, and fill bowls,
weave webs while we sleep.
words often turn and betray us,
and often die for our sins.
words create universes,
and shed their clothes on well lit stages.
words translate both the wolf and the whale,
and bear the flag of mountains.
words bear children, but leave no tracks.
words hammer rusty nails.
words never ever wear shoes,
and dance with every other step.
words stroke the breast and touch the lips,
without apology or fear.
words give stars their destiny,
and name every grain of sand!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.
quote by Amy Lowell
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The Law is but words and paper without the hands of swords of men.
quote by James Harrington
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You can conquer the whole world with words, but not with drawn swords.
The world can be conquered with words, but not with drawn swords.
To Exalt Him
To exalt Him we feel praise first,
To Him is the regard out-beautifying belongings;
For Him is transported our stones and idols
To the Hell-Fire, when souls disintegrate.
By the wands of cleverness our minds flow,
Praying with words to beautify the ground that we walk;
With these words mentioned is a gift of help and guidance.
We are swords and helmets on the battlefield,
Our questions are not answered, yet we must return
To Him.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sestina: Altaforte
Loquitur: En Bertrans de Born.
Dante Alighieri put this man in hell for that he was a
stirrer-up of strife.
Eccovi!
Judge ye!
Have I dug him up again?
The scene in at his castle, Altaforte. "Papiols" is his jongleur.
"The Leopard," the device of Richard (Cúur de Lion).
I
Damn it all! all this our South stinks peace.
You whoreson dog, Papiols, come! Let's to music!
I have no life save when the swords clash.
But ah! when I see the standards gold, vair, purple, opposing
And the broad fields beneath them turn crimson,
Then howl I my heart nigh mad with rejoicing.
II
In hot summer have I great rejoicing
When the tempests kill the earth's foul peace,
And the lightnings from black heav'n flash crimson,
And the fierce thunders roar me their music
And the winds shriek through the clouds mad, opposing,
And through all the riven skies God's swords clash.
III
Hell grant soon we hear again the swords clash!
And the shrill neighs of destriers in battle rejoicing,
Spiked breast to spiked breast opposing!
Better one hour's stour than a year's peace
With fat boards, bawds, wine and frail music!
Bah! there's no wine like the blood's crimson!
IV
And I love to see the sun rise blood-crimson.
And I watch his spears through the dark clash
And it fills all my heart with rejoicing
And pries wide my mouth with fast music
When I see him so scorn and defy peace,
His lone might 'gainst all darkness opposing.
V
The man who fears war and squats opposing
My words for stour, hath no blood of crimson
But is fit only to rot in womanish peace
Far from where worth's won and the swords clash
For the death of such sluts I go rejoicing;
Yea, I fill all the air with my music.
VI
Papiols, Papiols, to the music!
There's no sound like to swords swords opposing,
No cry like the battle's rejoicing
When our elbows and swords drip the crimson
And our charges 'gainst "The Leopard's" rush clash.
May God damn for ever all who cry "Peace!"
VII
And let the music of the swords make them crimson!
Hell grant soon we hear again the swords clash!
Hell blot black for always the thought "Peace!"
poem by Ezra Pound
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Real Life Living
Real life is walking back and dreaming
Real life is entering the picture and achieving
Real life is a fight
To fight with words for swords
And yes swords for words
Here are worlds of sores
This soaring world
Soaring low and high
Swirling to and fro
Mixing sky with dreams
Mixing eyes
Mixing creams with dyes and dies
Paints dripping and dried
Gripping pages grind
Gripping life as a vice death
And death is hate
And hates rest
We wrestle this world upon conception
'till death
And death and life are
Chasing tails
Life is real
While death is chasing tales
And death is really
A bugging issue
Real life realing death
Into sure casting fire
And dreams into life really
Killing death and real life living
poem by Deci Hernandez
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The wound of words is worse than the wound of swords.
Yes you may take
Yes you may forsake
All the words are ready at hand
And you may spit
And say ‘that’s it-
I’ll pour my hours down the sand’
And you may kill
What’s at your will
And self eat the fire swords
But then do not ever try
To winglessly fly
On strings and broken cords
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Words Are Swords
Of little worth sharp swords of steel
Words cut deeper penned or spoken
Truth laid bare, indeed revealed
Abhorrent acts of men can be broken
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Arguments
Your are like
An unvanquished fortress.
Your scathing accuracy
Scares me sometimes.
The words are burning
In your mouth,
They have essence,
An intrinsic value
And a meaning
For unleashing my mind
And interweaving it with self.
The words you throw away
Are whipping up the ideas
And ripping off their meaning
To logical and illogical
Arguments.
They become swords
For cornering
The forces of the reason
And releasing them to self.
But when
I hold you with my eye sight
You totally transform yourself
Apparently into another person
And you simply tell me,
''I love you.''
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Dancer Of Swords
the dancer of swords
dances with skilled practice
long years practice preparing
the dancer of swords
dances crimson dance of death
brief moments red blood flowing
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dedication
LORD, on this paper white,
My soul would write
Tales that were heard of old
Of perilous things and bold;
Kings as young lions for pride;
Lost cities where they died
Last in the gate; the cry
That told some Eastern throng
A prophet was gone by;
The song of swords; the song
Of beautiful, fierce lords
Gone down among the swords;
The traffick and the breath
Of nations spilled in death;
The glory and the gleam
Of a whole age
Snared in a golden page,–
Such is my dream.
Yet thanks, if yet You give
The crumbs by which I live,–
Blown shreds of beauty, broken
Words half unspoken,
So faint, so faltering,
They may not truly show
The blue on a crow's wing,
The berry of a brier
Cupped in new snow
As though the snow lit fire, . . .
poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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Words
Words on this paper
Words in my head
Words while I'm texting
Computing
Unsaid
Words between people
Words on the phone
Words upon words
Even when I'm alone
Words from the Bible
I question
Don't mesh
Words from pornography
Making them flesh
Words with flat letters
Written in black
Good words and bad words
You cannot take back
Words that are shallow
Words that are deep
When they're too many
They put me to sleep
Words that I'm writing
And rhyming you read
Whatever I'm saying
There's prolly no need
Words from the alphabet
Words that can't be
When you are blind
And it's Braile that you see
Words that are worthless
And said on the fly
My words or your words
Are most likely lies
Words in a sentence
Wise words or fair
The only words earnest
Are those said in prayer
Written by Sara Fielder © 2011
poem by Sara Fielder
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Lip Service
Words inspire and words destroy
Words conspire and words annoy
Words spread freedom and words detain
Words believe them in sound refrain
Words of passion in words misleading
Words without action are words without meaning
poem by P.R. Prosper
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Hatred is same.
War of minds that royal ones wage.
War of words that common ones wage.
War of swords that men in slums wage.
Hatred is same; routs are different.
15.10.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Emerald
Down from the glen came the marching men
With their shields and their swords
To fight the fight they believed to be right
Overthrow the overlords
To the town where there was plenty
They brought plunder, swords and flame
When they left the town was empty
Children would never play again
From their graves I heard the fallen
Above the battle cry
By that bridge near the border
There were many more to die
Then onward over the mountain
And outward towards the sea
They had come to claim the emerald
Without it they could not leave
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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