I may have been fierce, but never low or underhand.
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Triggerman
I ain't got a name
Don't got a face
No fingerprints
Or D.N.A
I ain't got no eyes
Don't got a tongue
But I know what's going on
I'm deaf and dumb
I'm pure non-enitity
Don't even look for me
I watch you when you sleep
I am the triggerman
I am the underhand
I'll keep you on your knees
I am the brain police
I am the triggerman
I am the underhand
I'm full of dirty tricks
I'm twice as smart
And certaigly
Twice as sick
I'm allways out of sight
A shadow in the mist
I don't need an alibi
Cuz, I dont excist
Well, I am invinsible
To the naked eye
I never leave a trace
Can't be identified
I'm pure non-enitity
Don't even look for me
I watch you when you sleep
I am the triggerman
I am the underhand
I'll keep you on your knees
I am the brain police
I am the triggerman
I am the underhand
I'm full of dirty tricks
I'm twice as smart
And certaigly
Twice as sick
He's sick, he's sick
He's really,really sick
I'm pure non-enitity
Don't even look for me
I watch you when you sleep
I am the triggerman
I am the underhand
I'll keep you on your knees
I am the brain police
I am the triggerman
I am the underhand
I'm full of dirty tricks
I'm twice as smart
And certaigly
Twice as sick
I am the triggerman
I am the underhand
I'll keep you on your knees
I am the brain police
I am the triggerman
I am the underhand
I'm full of dirty tricks
I'm twice as smart
And certaigly
Twice as sick
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Sasha Fierce
B'bay Bay you're so fine.
Sun shines on you all they time.
Say Sasha!
Sasha Fierce.
B'bay Bay you're so fine.
Sun shines on you all they time.
Say Sasha!
Sasha Fierce.
I know whatcha got.
And you are hotter than hot.
My Sasha.
Sasha Fierce.
I know whatcha got.
And you are hotter than hot.
My Sasha.
Sasha Fierce.
B'bay Bay you're so fine.
Sun shines on you all they time.
Say Sasha!
Sasha Fierce.
Though this is only morning glow.
That comes to leave me blown away.
Beyoncé made me feel this way.
And when I noticed her in you...
My heart took flight on something new.
So rare it is,
I knew it came to stay.
B'bay Bay you're so fine.
Sun shines on you all they time.
Say Sasha!
Sasha Fierce.
B'bay Bay you're so fine.
Sun shines on you all they time.
Say Sasha!
Sasha Fierce.
I know whatcha got.
And you are hotter than hot.
My Sasha.
Sasha Fierce.
I know whatcha got.
And you are hotter than hot.
My Sasha.
Sasha Fierce.
My Sasha.
Sasha Fierce.
I gotcha Sasha.
Sasha Fierce.
My Sasha.
Sasha Fierce.
I gotcha Sasha.
Sasha Fierce.
I gotcha Sasha!
Inspired by:
Beyoncé Knowles
'Comeon! Is there anyone on the planet,
who has not been inspired by the gifted talents
of Beyoncé Knowles-Carter?
If so...
She will be coming to you soon.
She is a phenomenal performing artist.
Diva implies something else that Beyoncé is beyond! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I had been trying to take the job away from him in a sneaky, underhand manner, then I deserved all I got. But it was the other way around. I was trying to get him the job.
quote by Ian St. John
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That Girl
Ive heard the rumours, I hear one every night
They say that youve been cheatin on me, I know theyre not right
They dont really know you, they just dont understand
I know you wouldnt do that, wouldnt be so underhand
Chorus:
And still they say, that girl, yeah the girl is playin round again
That girl, yeah they say I oughta know
They say I havent noticed, that you wanna be alone
And sometimes no ones there when I answer the phone
They say you tell me stories about the places you go
If theres somethin youre not tellin me, Ive got the right to know
Yeah -
Chorus
I hear it every night, that girl, they say if I know what is good for me
Hey that girl, they say that I should let her go
My friends are tellin stories, about your goings on
I just wanna talk to you, babe, Ive got to know whats goin on
They dont really know you, they just dont understand
I know you wouldnt do it, you wouldnt be so underhand
Yeah -
Chorus
Hear it every night
That girl, then they say its for the company
That girl, I hear it everywhere I go
That girl, they say that Im too blind to see
That girl, it seems she cant say no
That girl...
song performed by by Bad Company
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The Fierce Words Of Feeling- The Anger
The fierce words of feeling- the anger
They are the poem-
The hurt which cries and screams and demands
Its own expression-
The fierce words of feeling
Which rage on against the night and the darkness and the beauty and the pain and all the loss and all the love
And demand some other kind of freedom beyond what any human being has ever known
Beyond and yet more beyond -
The fierce words of feeling
That come out of the deepest darkest most primitive part of ourselves
But connect with what we most really are
In saying,
‘No no no not again' to all this pain and dying and sadness
The fierce words of feeling- No.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Tigers Cry, too
Where's my fierce, fluffy tiger? I'm back from the outside and I just want him to take over my insides; i want to feel his arms, hot blood rushing in as his skin meets my skin that soaks every bit of him in, eagerly. Fierce as a tiger, but his eyes gleam like a baby's. Warm, and cuddly...what more could my rain beaten soul ask for, besides a cup of hot cocoa? Fierce as a tiger, but wounded- just a little bit- and wants a lamb to kiss the pains away. Fierce as a tiger, but tigers have tears and I have tears, too, and arms, hope, love waiting...for the tiger with the blu-dye fur; i'd give it sooner, but he's got to ask. I know that's hard cuz, he's a tiger and i'm a lamb, but i'll still wait...
Merlin
Airwaves,
Weedy,
Suspicious!
With underhand dealings like the muse of your love;
But the government house is now closer to your home.
Observers,
Keeps,
Relocation!
And like your love on a guided tour;
But i am Merlin living closer to you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fierce Storms
Fierce are storms when they first appear,
Killing the school, killing the family,
When strikes are managed in the atmosphere.
The allegiance forming can be a career,
Kinsfolk are blamed for it actually,
Fierce are storms when they first appear.
The damage is a conflict, of a charioteer,
Waging war of a storm additionally,
When strikes are managed in the atmosphere.
Gods are of a stormy nature, like a chandelier,
The work is able, of a tempest working abnormally,
Fierce are storms when they first appear.
A school admits us when the weather is to cheer,
How do we fight in class and work fitfully?
When strikes are managed in the atmosphere.
The leisure of the skies is about what is near,
My moments stray into oblivion foolhardily,
When strikes are managed in the atmosphere,
Fierce are storms when they first appear.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Earth! my Likeness!
EARTH! my likeness!
Though you look so impassive, ample and spheric there,
I now suspect that is not all;
I now suspect there is something fierce in you, eligible to burst
forth;
For an athlete is enamour'd of me--and I of him;
But toward him there is something fierce and terrible in me, eligible
to burst forth,
I dare not tell it in words--not even in these songs.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Merciful Maker of Waters and Whiles
Merciful Maker of waters and whiles,
Spare please my son from the fierce crocodiles,
Then he too will know you.
I'll rear him to fear you.
He cannot survive in the waters of the Nile.
This trial is too great! The boy is my child!
O Merciful Maker of waters and whiles,
Spare please my son from the fierce crocodiles.
Pharoah's command is most certainly vile:
'Kill each boy child born in all of Israel! '
I hear mothers weeping.
The monsters are feasting.
A child's meat is sweet to those beasts in the Nile.
Revile this intrusion lest I fall beguiled,
O Merciful Maker of waters and whiles.
Spare please my son from the fierce crocodiles!
Alas, and I fear never more will I smile.
They've taken my baby boy down to the Nile.
My son is not screaming.
It sounds like he's singing;
Though soon he will bathe as among pedophiles.
Denial will not spare him nor savoring bile.
O Merciful Maker of waters and whiles,
Spare please my son from the fierce crocodiles.
Merciful Maker of waters and whiles,
Who spared not my son from the fierce crocodiles,
But spared instead Moses,
And he will deliver
All children of Israel from out of the Nile.
In this trial I'll praise you and smile in this while,
O Merciful Maker of waters and whiles,
Who spared not my son from the fierce crocodiles.
Deliverer Moses resembles your child,
O Merciful Maker of waters and whiles;
Though Moses was rescued
But your son not spared-
Devoured his flesh as with beasts of the Nile.
You meanwhile were pleased as you stood by and smiled,
O Merciful Maker of waters and whiles,
Who spared not your own son to make me your child.
The Fierce Poem Escapes Me
The fierce poem escapes me
The deepest intensity is not here-
In calm I write
In calm I listen-
Quiet and easy now
Waiting in the blessing of my own long silence-
The fierce poem escapes me
The deepest intensity is not here
I am no longer young
And my words have the wisdom
Of a tiredness I too barely know how to bear.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Catch
Two boys uncoached are tossing a poem together,
Overhand, underhand, backhand, sleight of hand, everyhand,
Teasing with attitudes, latitudes, interludes, altitudes,
High, make him fly off the ground for it, low, make him stoop,
Make him scoop it up, make him as-almost-as possible miss it,
Fast, let him sting from it, now, now fool him slowly,
Anything, everything tricky, risky, nonchalant,
Anything under the sun to outwit the prosy,
Over the tree and the long sweet cadence down,
Over his head, make him scramble to pick up the meaning,
And now, like a posy, a pretty one plump in his hands.
poem by Robert Francis
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Underhand Han Hand
For fifty years Han hand has lain
heavy on Lhasa's mountain land,
acting in manner underhand
on peaceful population. Pain
and persecution, thousands slain
on whim, as Chinese thugs expand,
manhandle monasteries, demand
obedience to illegal reign -
discrimination's bridle rein
with basic human freedoms banned,
protests punished out of hand.
Upon collective conscience: Stain!
The Dalai Lama's aging fast
who'll liberate Tibet at last?
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Two Men On Fire
The air of two men is alight,
The fire surrounds them and fights,
What do we gain from this?
It stings and shudders our blood,
The fire retires and is stolen,
Fierce winds dissolve its anger,
Minds attached always collect information.
The air of two men is afire,
The clothes possessed are an attack.
Two men are on fire, two men will bear
The time so rare, and the fierce winds collect
And more collect, to dissolve the hurt.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Three Songs To The One Burden
THE Roaring Tinker if you like,
But Mannion is my name,
And I beat up the common sort
And think it is no shame.
The common breeds the common,
A lout begets a lout,
So when I take on half a score
I knock their heads about.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
All Mannions come from Manannan,
Though rich on every shore
He never lay behind four walls
He had such character,
Nor ever made an iron red
Nor soldered pot or pan;
His roaring and his ranting
Best please a wandering man.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
Could Crazy Jane put off old age
And ranting time renew,
Could that old god rise up again
We'd drink a can or two,
And out and lay our leadership
On country and on town,
Throw likely couples into bed
And knock the others down.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
II
My name is Henry Middleton,
I have a small demesne,
A small forgotten house that's set
On a storm-bitten green.
I scrub its floors and make my bed,
I cook and change my plate,
The post and garden-boy alone
Have keys to my old gate.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
Though I have locked my gate on them,
I pity all the young,
I know what devil's trade they learn
From those they live among,
Their drink, their pitch-and-toss by day,
Their robbery by night;
The wisdom of the people's gone,
How can the young go straight?
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
When every Sunday afternoon
On the Green Lands I walk
And wear a coat in fashion.
Memories of the talk
Of henwives and of queer old men
Brace me and make me strong;
There's not a pilot on the perch
Knows I have lived so long.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
III
Come gather round me, players all:
Come praise Nineteen-Sixteen,
Those from the pit and gallery
Or from the painted scene
That fought in the Post Office
Or round the City Hall,
praise every man that came again,
Praise every man that fell.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
Who was the first man shot that day?
The player Connolly,
Close to the City Hall he died;
Catriage and voice had he;
He lacked those years that go with skill,
But later might have been
A famous, a brilliant figure
Before the painted scene.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
Some had no thought of victory
But had gone out to die
That Ireland's mind be greater,
Her heart mount up on high;
And yet who knows what's yet to come?
For patrick pearse had said
That in every generation
Must Ireland's blood be shed.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Movements and Sounds
Can you hear that great and powerful sound
That brings shock to the earth and the sky?
There has never been anything so fierce.
I walk on this path seeing the grand journey
But have never heard anything so pure,
It gives a jolt to my heart and brings life.
When have you ever been so fulfilled in life
That your body aches at a simple sound?
The beating of my heart rings fast and pure,
My pounding chest reflects the living sky.
The clouds move swiftly, everlasting journey
To nowhere, they move so vividly fierce.
The wind sings its song, passionate and fierce.
The earth breathes her in and feels a new life.
Inhale and exhale, she’s on her journey
As the earth listens, taking in the sound
That shatters panes, coming from the black sky.
Still there is nothing that could be so pure.
But how can anyone say sounds are pure?
They scream and shout to the earth so fiercely,
Out of reach, elevated in the sky.
Yet, the screams exhilarate my small life
And I smile every time I hear the sound,
I move faster to fulfill my journey.
Step by step my shadow takes its journey
But it does not understand why the pure
Noise exhilarates. Shaken by the sound
Again, my heart stands strong and my bones fierce,
Holding the nerves and blood that brings me life
As my hands reach out toward the vast sky.
“I will cry out loudly, ” said the Sky
“To help your body move for your journey.
I am the great supplier of your life,
I am what makes this earth so calm and pure
Only with a whisper of this loud sound.”
Moving fast, wind and I one, run fiercely.
Hear the penetrating sound from the sky.
You become fierce each step of the journey
And feel ever pure as you welcome new life.
poem by Michelle Slaney
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Invocation to the Mad Queen
I would you were the hollow ship
fashioned to bear the cargo of my love
the unrelenting glove
hurled in defiance at our blackest world
or that great banner mad unfurled
the poet plants upon the hill of time
or else amphora for the gold of life
liquid and naked as a virgin wife.
Yourself the prize
I gird with Fire
The Great White Ruin
Of my Desire.
I burn to gold
fierce and unerring as a conquering sword
I burn to gold
fierce and undaunted as a lion lord
seeking your Bed
and leave to them the
burning of the dead.
poem by Harry Crosby
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This Sweet Street
Walking down a street
Happy people I meet
Oh see the colours and smiles
See the sun shining for miles
The houses are small but neat
On this content street
I see the families so close
‘Look at our street’ the people boast
So look and you will see
Even if you are blind to life like me
For I shall tell you what I saw
In that perfect streets outer core
I saw the money passed underhand
I saw people owning stolen land
I saw the children chased off this street
Into the wild just to keep this street petite
I saw the brother’s unclean kill
Just for the money in their cousins will
I saw the father have a secret affair
And the mother, well there is a perfect pair
So see with your own eyes
Don’t always believe possible lies
Don’t be led around blind
Or this world will stab you from behind
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Time Has Arrived To Fight Back Terror
Time has arrived to repay
fierce, timid terror its due
and time has arrived not
to sit in silence and suffer.
TIme has arrived those demons
who dance around like flames
of fire and who hide from
their caverns to be cleared
from the earth.
And it is time, time to uproot
fierce, timid terror and it is
time to fight back for
the innocent lives.
Time has arrived not
to sit in silence and suffer
and time has come to
repay their dues.
November 29,2008
poem by Gayatri Nambiar
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Intense Warrior
A companion of the stars and the moon
The great-horned owl flies within the forest
All his feathers are speechless in the night
Persisting as the warrior he is
When he stares at you with his yellow eyes
There's a phantom strangeness surrounding him
And when you look back into that owl's face
You know he is looking into your soul
No one can predict the owl's train of thought
Through the years of hunting in the shadows
This intense warrior restrains his voice
He knows not to speak often in the night
Living amongst the trees, the great-horned owl
Braves the night and befriends the satrs and moon
A fierce hunter flying in a fierce world
How thunderous the silence of his wings
poem by Nate Flying Owl
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