San Franciscans know we live in the most beautiful city in the world, a jewel on the edge of the Golden Gate.
quote by Gavin Newsom
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A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME (To Portland)
“City of Roses” also known as “Stump Town”
First name induces a smile, the other a frown
A beautiful city, a true jewel in the NW crown
Second to none, She's indeed World renown
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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I Want To Die A Beautiful Death
Everybody here in the small town
Looks used and abused today
Everybody here is looking outside
Man, seems like nothing ever changes
Everybody they just want to have a good time
Everybody they just want to forget
Everybody wants to feel like they did when the sky looked good
And the world was perfect
I dont care
I just want to die pretty
I just want to get lost in the motion
I just want to get lost in my beautiful self
I just want to get lost in the city
I dont want to live forever
I want to die a beautiful death
Yeah, I got to get the hell out of this town
Everybodys looking upside down
Everybody is looking for the same thing
Really seems like nothing ever changes
Everybody they just want to buy a slow ride
Everybody they just want to get buy
Everybody wants to feel like they did when the sky looked high
And the world was simple
I dont care
I just want to die pretty
I just want to get lost in the motion
I just want to get lost in my beautiful self
I just want to get lost in the city
I dont want to live forever
I want to die a beautiful death
I want to die a beautiful death
I just want to die a beautiful death
I just want to die a beautiful death
I just want to die pretty
(oh, oh)
I just want to die pretty
Just want to die pretty
Sometimes I just want to die
I just want to get lost in the moment
I just want to get lost in the city tonight
I just want to get lost inside myself
I dont care about nothing
I just want to get lost in the motion
I just want to get lost in my beautiful self
I just want to get lost in the city
I dont want to live forever
I want to die a beautiful death
I want to die a beautiful death
Yes, I want to die a beautiful death
I just want to die a beautiful death
I just want to die pretty
song performed by by Everclear
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My Beautiful World
My Beautiful World is kind
My Beautiful World is sweet
My Beautiful World is nice
My Beautiful World is generous
My Beautiful World is selfless
My Beautiful World has given me everything i need, and then some
I love My Beautiful World, and My Beautiful World loves me
I am the only one on My Beautiful World
But i am not lonely, not in the least bit
My Beautiful World and I have each other
But...there is a problem
My Beautiful World is tired
My Beautiful World is sore
My Beautiful world has wounds and scars
Some will never heal
I do everything i can to help
My Beautiful World wants to explode
and the thing is...
I'm still on My Beautiful World
So if she explodes, I explode with her
It would be an honor to go like that...
But that is not how i want it to end
I want to be on My Beautiful World forever
If you haven't figured it out yet
My Beautiful world isn't a world at all
She is a very special person...
who happens to mean the world to me.
poem by That lil emo kid
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Golden Gate - Beauty/Despair
The golden gate stretched far and wide,
Till the eye can see,
The line of beauty never fading,
Strong, bewildered and free.
Caste a gaze by the shadowed eye,
It brings the brilliance bound,
But in the pupil suffering
For despair is the sound.
It echoes each vibrant step,
As if waiting for light,
Even with the brilliance,
Despair steps in sight.
Even with the beauty hold,
And with the gate solid gold,
Despair lurks round and round,
Bringing glory to the ground.
And this alas, the golden gate,
Not beautiful, but nor in despair,
Not enough to shine the world,
But given enough thou care.
poem by Viraj Bhanshaly
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Jewel
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For your today's handsome
Thanks her for bye-gone days rebuke
For you are not the glory call short
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For making your shoulders wings
That now in the sky like birds
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For being a witch to make you rein
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For being unkind for your kindness
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
..hawking locust'eans for you not to...
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For burning extra woods
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For being blind for your goodness
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For ashes for your existence
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
Children with a piece of brain
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
All ye children!
That's of an ovule conceived
Always thanks your jewel
Whenever comes that memoir
That can't be erased in life dairy
In it death life call on her to dine
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
Ne'er speaks of her a broken lips
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
Always let her know, she's worth living
For all her yesteryear year fire bath
Are thy today's concrete
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
Wherever she is
poem by sanusi samuel Akanni
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Beautiful Mother
Mother's hair was golden in olden days
She was known as 'The beautiful One'
And although her hair has turned to silver
She still shines like
A 'jewel' in the sun...
And it's not only because of her silver hair
That she is adored beyond compare.
Her ways are sweet, gentle and kind,
She's the 'beautiful One'
With the beautiful mind.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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At The Edge Of The Edge Of The Edge
AT THE EDGE OF THE EDGE OF THE EDGE
At the edge of the edge of the edge
There is another invisible edge
And this too has an edge and another edge
Edges unending
Beyond our comprehension
Waiting for us to fall down and down-
On the edge of the edge of the edge
I write on
Has the great descent already begun
And am I in the midst of it
As I pretend to go on?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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As Mayor of San Francisco, I will work hard to ensure that, in the event of natural or man-made disasters, San Franciscans are prepared and our City is protected.
quote by Gavin Newsom
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A Mumbai City
Mumbai has an excellent beauty and glory of its own,
It is an enchanting and colourful material world,
In the whole world it is very popular and well known,
It is the main business and film centre of the world.
Mumba Devi blessed to Mumbai and Haji Ali graced it,
All states men of India live in this holy place of Goddess,
For all citizens to dwell in this city is flawless and fit,
Hither the rich and the poor all live together equally.
Rush rush people belong to different careers of life,
They run from morn to eve for their daily living,
On the busy journey of life they find peace but no strife,
Sweet golden words of Marathi make them to live happily.
Maharashtra state is lucky to have the fantastic Mumbai city,
Daily visitors come to see historical places and its majesty,
Rays of the sun nicely reflect this city from the sea in reality,
It is surrounded by ocean full of sailing ships and boats.
Who knows! Who knows! What a wonderful city!
A magical busy crowded mass disappear every moment,
All are unknown but every one has a kind heart and pity,
Man-Woman of Mumbai has a large heart to welcome all.
Gate way of India, Taj Mahal Hotel and such other places,
Look so charming when pigeons and peacocks twitter round,
Every one will be fascinated by this fine sight of graces,
Trains, motors and cars flow like rivers in the body of the city.
Military, Navy and Airforce safe guard the city strongly,
Police-force controls its locality and its new comers,
Maharashtra Govt is aware of all and none can act wrongly,
Our Mumbai city is one of the richest cities of the world.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Capital City
Nerve and nerve
This coastline swerves
To a city that they live on
I walk on by
Animals cry
To a city that they live on
To a city that they walk on
To a city that they live on
Pulse feel pulse
This train is late
I hesitate
To a city that they live on
Dance the dance of violence
To a city that they live on
To a city that they crawl on
To a city that they live on
Pulse feel pulse
City that they live on
Feel
To a city that they crawl on
To a city live on
Feel
City that they crawl on
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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But living in uncertain times does not mean San Franciscans must live in fear.
quote by Gavin Newsom
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On The Edge Of The Edge Of The Edge
ON THE EDGE OF THE EDGE OF THE EDGE
On the edge of the edge of the edge
There is nowhere to go-
Home is lost,
And all the distances have broken down-
One cannot move
One can only fear-
On the edge of the edge of the edge
Falling is fear-
And holding one’s ground
One step at a time
Is a small miracle
One is not sure
One can make alone.
On the edge of the edge of the edge-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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We live at the edge of the world, so we live on the edge. Kiwis will always sacrifice money and security for adventure and challenge.
quote by Lucy Lawless
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Wandering
Ive been wanderin early late
From new york city to the golden gate
And it dont look like
Ill ever stop my wanderin
My daddy was an engineer
My brother drives a hack
My sister takes in laundry
While the baby balls the jack
And it dont look like
Ill ever stop my wanderin
Ive been in the army
Ive worked on a farm
And all Ive got to show is the muscle in my arm
And it dont look like
Ill ever stop my wanderin
My ma she died when I was young
My daddy took to stealin and he got hung
And it dont look like
Ill ever stop my wanderin
Snakes in the ocean
Eels in the sea
I let a redheaded woman make a fool out of me
And it dont look like
Ill ever stop my wanderin
Ive been wanderin early late
From the new york city to the golden gate
And it dont look like
Ill ever stop my wanderin
No, it dont look like
Ill ever stop my wanderin
song performed by by James Taylor
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City government can and must help San Franciscans prepare for emergencies in order to avoid tragedy where possible and minimize loss of life and property when emergencies occur.
quote by Gavin Newsom
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Sharing Sun's Love
My golden jewel - the sun
Nourishes me with vitamin D
Wraps me in warm ecstasy
Giving me much happiness
Which I share with everyone
On my blue jewel - the earth
signed..Sunprincess
poem by Rachel Nichols
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You are not just a city.
You are not just a city,
You are more than that,
Much, much more,
For you are the very heart of God.
Let no one say you are just a city,
Let them that do be accursed,
You are more than that,
You are the brightest jewel in His crown.
Jerusalem, eternal and holy,
Not just a city,
The throne room is what you are,
From you He will reign.
Not just a city,
You are the very heart,
A bright shining star,
Yerushilim, this is what you are.
poem by Steven Reeve
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0046 Jewel of Blood
A fine morning and the side-streets empty
then turning the corner,
in the middle of the road
a pigeon - grey-mauve, plump and feather-perfect,
one wing half-spread in flight,
sprawled sideways,
dead
and at that moment the sun shone
cruelly
on the blood that shone on the dusty road by its head,
a jewel, redder than any red,
that shone like a message
as if it were the blood of the world itself
so rich, so rich...
and I felt guilty
that I saw it so beautiful,
that jewel from the heart of a dead dove
of peace,
and thought I should suppress the thought...
and, now, that further thought which hovered in its train
that this whole world in such a jewel of blood,
more precious than a ruby, or than gold, or much fine gold,
a jewel beyond price
is what a devotee at communion or at Mass...
while cool reason
(what has reason to do with this?)
countered
well you value your own blood above most things
don't you? Why not a pigeon's?
but all words spent and poets silent and associations dropped
and thoughts at rest,
that pool of blood
in the winter sunlight that shone on the dusty street
was just so beautiful.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Two Capitals—1910
Moscow
White Moscow of the pearly towers,
And golden domes for praise,
And chiming hours!
Red Moscow of the Kremlin walls,
And bloody battle ways,
And fire-scarred halls!
Beautiful Moscow brave and bright,
Whose banners floated toward the light
When Asia knocked at Europe's door
And bleeding tzars paid off our score—
Ah, shining city, far away
Your gaudy spires salute the day
Like opal-hearted iris flowers
Decking the blue transparent hours.
Now from your seat the slim rails run
Through Asia to the rising sun,
Along the ancient highway made
By caravan and cavalcade.
Still East and West meet at your gate—
That Kremlin gate where once in state
Great Europe's conqueror, seeking room,
Marched through triumphant to his doom.
Proud Moscow of barbaric tzars,
Of gorgeous crownings and dark wars,
Jewel-encrusted, rich with age,
Heir of a lordly heritage,
Look out from Ivan's tower of bells—
See, the vast East is proud with day!
Soon to your ancient citadels
The world will march the Asian way.
White Moscow of the pearly towers.
And golden domes for praise
And chiming hours!
Red Moscow of the Kremlin walls,
And bloody battle ways
And fire-scarred halls!
Peking
Under her yellow roofs adream
The imperial city sleeps in state,
While warrior nations, flags agleam,
Come marching through her fortress gate.
Beneath her towered wall, one by one,
The slow contemptuous camels tread,
And through it eager engines run
Over the dust of ages dead.
Peking! close bound in triple walls,
Between the old and new she lies;
The yellow dragon guards her halls,
The blare of trumpets fills her skies.
She stirs out of her age-long sleep
By the worn temples chill and still,
Where Sung and Ming and Mongol keep
Their ghostly watch from hill to hill.
Over the graves of dynasties
The winds of dawn blow free and far—
Heralds of hastening centuries,
With banners flown for peace or war.
O brooding East!
O winds of dawn!
From the night-long feast
The kings are gone.
What guests will come
Down the world's highway
At the roil of the drum
For the day?
poem by Harriet Monroe
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Golden Touch
Golden touch
I was broken till you came along
You put the words back into my song
In your world is where I now belong
Golden touch is it that I love you so much
I was lost till I met you
I now love everything you do
I live now just because of you
Golden touch
Your are the object of my desire
I am like a cat on a high wire
For you I would walk in front of gunfire
Golden touch
This to you I must confess
Your mind and body I want to possess
I long for you to kiss and caress
Golden touch my Liege
You are the key to my success
My love I can no longer suppress
You are a beautiful princess
Golden touch
To me I grant you total access
With you I feel no distress
You have driven me to total madness
Golden touch
No longer these thoughts I can suppress
With my eyes you I’ve undress
If the world would know I could care less
Golden touch
These words I wish to you to express
You’ve brought me out of my sadness
You’ve driven back the darkness
You are my goddess and my empress
Golden touch
I wasn’t quite right and you made me see the light
You are what I’ve been longing for
With your love I could never want more
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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