Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
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The Face of My Angel
As I see your face across the domains.
The face that launched one thousand ships.
The exquisitness of your body and essence can be spotted from lands aways; it blinds me.
The gesture of a perfectionist, composes and compels me to quiver.
It is as if an angel propelled you down from heaven for me.
My glorious present from God.
An angel sent from an angel for my delight.
A vow of protection from me to you if you permit me to become you epic king.
I will cherish every flash of our infinite life span mutually.
I will heed, be melodious, and help you seek upon the immeasurable chances for yourself.
You are the sovereign, the angel that I have been longing and yearning for.
For you are you in every petite highlight I glimpse upon.
I have fallen genuinely and irrevocably in fancy with the face...your face.
The face from and angel propelled from an angel for my delight.
The angel of my life, the angel of my dreams...my angel that launched one thousand ships.
poem by Nesmah Elsayed
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The face that launch'd a thousand ships
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.
Her lips suck forth my soul: see where it flies!
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena.
I will be Paris, and for love of thee,
Instead of Troy, shall Wittenberg be sack'd;
And I will combat with weak Menelaus,
And wear thy colours on my plumed crest;
Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,
And then return to Helen for a kiss.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appear'd to hapless Semele;
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms;
And none but thou shalt be my paramour!
poem by Christopher Marlowe
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Crying upon her knees
Dreams of enlightenment come hither through the void
Weaving their magic upon a child so coy
He dare not run least he upset and uproot the soul.
Beauty, grace have reared a face to rival that
Which launched a thousand ships.
Yet when the night draws in we find her
Crawling, crying upon her knees.
poem by David Lacey
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Long-Legged Fly
THAT civilisation may not sink,
Its great battle lost,
Quiet the dog, tether the pony
To a distant post;
Our master Caesar is in the tent
Where the maps ate spread,
His eyes fixed upon nothing,
A hand under his head.
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence.
That the topless towers be burnt
And men recall that face,
Move most gently if move you must
In this lonely place.
She thinks, part woman, three parts a child,
That nobody looks; her feet
Practise a tinker shuffle
Picked up on a street.
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
Her mind moves upon silence.
That girls at puberty may find
The first Adam in their thought,
Shut the door of the Pope's chapel,
Keep those children out.
There on that scaffolding reclines
Michael Angelo.
With no more sound than the mice make
His hand moves to and fro.
Like a long-leggedfly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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An artist is the magician put among men to gratify — capriciously — their urge for immortality. The temples are built and brought down around him, continuously and contiguously, from Troy to the fields of Flanders. If there is any meaning in any of it, it is in what survives as art, yes even in the celebration of tyrants, yes even in the celebration of nonentities. What now of the Trojan War if it had been passed over by the artist's touch? Dust. A forgotten expedition prompted by Greek merchants looking for new markets. A minor redistribution of broken pots. But it is we who stand enriched, by a tale of heroes, of a golden apple, a wooden horse, a face that launched a thousand ships — and above all, of Ulysses, the wanderer, the most human, the most complete of all heroes — husband, father, son, lover, farmer, soldier, pacifist, politician, inventor and adventurer.
quote by Tom Stoppard
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A Burnt Ship
Out of a fired ship, which by no way
But drowning could be rescued from the flame,
Some men leap'd forth, and ever as they came
Near the foes' ships, did by their shot decay;
So all were lost, which in the ship were found,
They in the sea being burnt, they in the burnt ship drown'd.
poem by John Donne
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When Helen Lived
WE have cried in our despair
That men desert,
For some trivial affair
Or noisy, insolent sport,
Beauty that we have won
From bitterest hours;
Yet we, had we walked within
Those topless towers
Where Helen waked with her boy,
Had given but as the rest
Of the men and women of Troy,
A word and a jest.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Launched
I am being launched.
With a back straight and eyes focused.
And if my shoulders were witnessed haunched,
At a time seen rehearsing...
I was preparing to spring into action.
And that moment has come to be done!
I am being launched.
Back straight. Eyes focused.
Heels lifted and ready.
And...
Off to explore new heights.
To leave those feeding on their limits.
Launched to soar to experience more,
Of life.
And so prepare am I for fresh interpretations.
With no pits of pity to revisit or rehash.
My ASpirations have been launched.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ripples
Bluegirls come in every size
Some are wise and some otherwise,
They got pretty blue eyes.
For an hour a man may change
For an hour her face looks strange -
Looks strange, looks strange.
Marching to the promised land
Where the honey flows and takes you by the hand,
Pulls you down on your knees,
While youre down a pool appears.
The face in the water looks up,
And she shakes her head as if to say
That its the last time youll look like today.
Sail away, away
Ripples never come back.
Gone to the other side.
Sail away, away.
The face that launched a thousand ships
Is sinking fast, that happens you know,
The water gets below.
Seems not very long ago
Lovelier she was than any that I know.
Angels never know its time
To close the book and gracefully decline,
The song has found a tale.
My, what a jealous pool is she.
The face in the water looks up
She shakes her head as if to say
That the bluegirls have all gone away.
Sail away, away
Ripples never come back.
Theyve gone to the other side.
Look into the pool,
Ripples never come back,
Dive to the bottom and go to the top
To see where they have gone
Oh, theyve gone to the other side...
Sail away, away
Ripples never come back.
Gone to the other side.
Look into the pool,
The ripples never come back, come back,
Dive to the bottom and go to the top
To see where they have gone
Theyve gone to the other side
Ripples never come back
Sail away, away...
song performed by by Genesis
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SHE*** Who burns the Fires of his Desires
She*** who burns the fires of his desires
She*** beauty in a pose reflected in a tiny rose,
She ***of figure trim soft silky the opposite of him
She*** the cause of the Taj Mahal,
She*** beautiful who launched a thousand ships
She***who loved diamonds and he’s of plenty did give,
She*** who caused a trillion men to come to grips
She*** who feeds every single new little baby born,
She ***the wonder woman of the world
She *** nurses weary soldiers tired and battle torn,
She***still with all these attributes still makes our dinner!
She***and believe me now can lead a nation with politics,
She *** with no tricks, truly is God’s made natural bread winner.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Midnight Sun
They say you know your way around
They say you are a man of the world
You say she is a new kid in town
You think shes just another girl
You get suspicious that something is wrong
No explanation why it lasts so long
And by the look on your face, everybody knows
You cant deny that you feel exposed
You can feel the heat when the night is gone
You been burnt by the midnight sun
When you look for relief but you cant find none
You been burnt by the midnight sun
Like a train running down the track
Its too late, things are out of control
Theres no way she can take you back
Theres no release for the brand on your soul
You never noticed the touch of her hand
You messed around with things
You dont understand
Now you sit in darkness while a new day dies
Her face is shining when you close your eyes
When you feel the heat when the light is gone
You been burnt by the midnight sun
When you look for relief but you cant find none
You been burnt by the midnight sun
I know the feeling, you wish youd been warned
Now you and I are brothers in arms
cause I know the pain cause I know her kind
One left a feeling burning in my mind
And you feel the heat when the night is gone
I been burnt by the midnight sun
And I look for relief but I cant find none
I been burnt by the midnight sun
I can feel the heat when the light is gone
I been burnt by the midnight sun
And I look for relief but I cant find none
I been burnt by the midnight sun
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Twin Towers in the Clouds
They rose above the Clouds
as my charter passed downtown.
An April day dawning,
thirty thousand feet from ground.
It was as if they, alone, had been spared
And all New York was gone.
The future was quite different,
Something I could not have known.
Two other planes approaching
on a clear September morn.
changed utterly, the world;
Twin Towers, smoking, gone.
The death of one or several men
Might barely give us pause,
but as we read two thousand names
We’re still fighting two wars.
Peace continues to elude us
No matter whom we catch or kill.
Sometimes, in dreams, I think I see
the towers standing still.
But in the cold grey light of morning
I know I never will.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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If
(david gates)
If a picture paints a thousand words
Then why cant I paint you
The words will never show
The you Ive come to know
If a face could launch a thousand ships
Then where am I to go
Theres no one home but you
Youre all thats left me too
And when my love for life is running dry
Youll come and pour yourself on me
If a girl could be two places at one time
Id be with you
Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way
If the world should stop revolving
Spinning slowly down to die
Id spend the end with you
And when the world was through
Then one by one the stars would all go out
Then you and I would simply fly away
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Smile
About a lady's smile, so much is said and seen
Its softness, its sweetness, its mellowness that heals
But of a lady's smile, should wary be a man
The smile of deception, the smile of betrayal
For smiles have occupied pages in history
The smiles of Delilah and Samson's tragedy
It was Helen's smile that launched a thousand ships
And caused a war between the Trojans and the Greeks
And brought much tragedy on both sides of the fence
The lessson the Trojans learned from the incidence
They took in a token left by the clever Greeks
A 'smiling' wooden horse waiting outside the gate
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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From the exterior face of the wall towers must be projected, from which an approaching enemy may be annoyed by weapons, from the embrasures of those towers, right and left.
quote by Marcus V. Pollio
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If
If a picture paints a thousand words,
Then why cant I paint you?
The words will never show
The you Ive come to know
If a face could launch a thousand ships,
Then where am I to go?
Theres no one home but you,
Youre all thats left me too
And when my love for life is running dry,
You come and pour yourself on me
If I could be two places at one time,
Id be with you
Tomorrow and today,
Beside you all the way
If the world should stop revolving
Spinning slowly down to die,
Id spend the end with you
And when the world was through,
Then one by one the stars would all go out,
Then you and I would simply fly away
If a picture paints a thousand words,
Then why cant I paint you?
'Cause the words could never show
The you Ive come to know
And one by one the stars will all go out,
But you and I will simply fly away
We'll fly away
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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A Thousand Years
Words by sting, music by sting and kipper
A thousand years, a thousand more,
A thousand times a million doors to eternity
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning stairway climbs
To a tower of souls
If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,
The towers rise to numberless floors in space
I could shed another million tears, a million breaths,
A million names but only one truth to face
A million roads, a million fears
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
I could speak a million lies, a million songs,
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time
But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point , this single flame,
The single haunted memory of your face
I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
I may be numberless, I may be innocent
I may know many things, I may be ignorant
Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands
Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands
I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times
Reborn as fortunes child to judge anothers crimes
Or wear this pilgrims cloak, or be a common thief
Ive kept this single faith, I have but one belief
I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
On and on the mysteries unwind themselves
Eternities still unsaid
til you love me
song performed by by Sting
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A Hunchback's Fantasy
I'm just a tramp who sits and begs,
Couldn't help but notice your shapely legs,
Then when I looked up into your face
The thoughts that came - Oh, what a disgrace!
No, I'm no handsome king or prince
With a silver tongue that could convince
You even to spare a thought for me
As I sit here in my poverty;
Nothing I say could prove my worth,
I'm just a vagrant man of earth,
Your face might launch a thousand ships
But I'll dream of the jewel between your hips!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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The Buddha Was Going To Weep
For the fusion of minds
let the long vigil of night begin
for a cultural shock.
Prayer wheels were whirring
furtively.
The Buddha was going to weep.
Imperial march of hundred
thousand boots in fever
wakens the darkness under the milk.
Famished ghost of a town
can foresee the rumbling of
a dark moon behind the trees.
Bullet for bullet
in inner empire.
Gold lips cry at every reason.
Burnt-out shrine will tell a tale.
They were diluting silence of walls,
blood stained by the crash of towers.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Queen of Fairy Land
"I have a thousand men," said he,
"To wait upon my will;
And towers nine upon the Tyne,
And three upon the Till."
"And what care I for your men? " said she,
"Or towers from Tyne to Till?
Sith you must go with me," said she,
"To wait upon my will.
And you may lead a thousand men
Nor ever draw the rein,
But before you lead the Fairy Queen
'Twill burst your heart in twain."
He has slipped his foot from the stirrup-bar,
The bridle from his hand,
And he is bound by hand and foot
To the Queen of Fairy Land.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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