He has a head, two arms, two legs, just as I.
quote by Bernard Hinault
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Leg
I know your legs are
On the legs of Baali the demon king
I know your legs are
On the head of Bharata your brother
I know your legs are on the
Head of Uddhaba your follower.
You have no leg I heard.
I Know you are present everywhere
Everytime and in everybody.
I do not know what a leg is.
I know the insect has six legs
I know the animal has four legs
I know the bird has two legs.
Your leg is my project paper
I do not know howmany legs you have
I do not know I a leg is.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Love, Salvation, And Goats!
she said...
'i still love you as a person,
but not as a man...'
he was silent for a long moment...
and then answered,
'when we go off to war,
do we cut the arms off our enemies,
and leave the legs?
do we cut the legs off,
and leave the arms?
do we pluck out one of their eyes,
and cut off one of their testicles?
do we rip out their tongues,
and demand that they speak? '
she shook her head, crying softly...
'then, declare war on me! '
he walked out, slamming the door,
to sleep with the goats.
while she knelt under a bare lightbulb...
praying for the salvation of his soul!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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In our story logic which we're making up, if we're saying he's alive, then like a quadriplegic who's in bed he can move his head and shoulders, but he can't move his arms. If he could just turn on that power to his legs and arms, the nerves could get through and he could walk.
quote by John Badham
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Day for you (3)
may the grey arms of the morn'
turn into life for a day
may silver meet you just there
where your chest is hollow bare
feeling like a ladder on a stair
sturdy ladder legs standing stronger
on the grey arms of early morning
silver legs staring seeing
seven doves' innocent love
in grey arms of the dawning
Is God a man with two arms and legs like me? Does He have eyes, a head? Does He have bowels? Well I do, and that makes me more wonderful than He is!
quote by John Harvey Kellogg
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Body Movements
I have in my arms an inner mechanism,
Yes legs, there is strong realism.
The body movements will remain
Loving our lessons and again.
I have all lesson and learning in this way,
My organs shall respond in a day.
Joys repeat as forces collect,
And the skeleton’s bones will connect
To prove ounces of flesh
Are exactly in this mesh.
My arms and legs and offal
Are in one single way lawful.
poem by Naveed Akram
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What we're dealt with hopefully is two arms, two eyes, two legs, a head, a heart. The variations, the extensions, the possibilities of the human body, what that can do.
quote by John Guare
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My Arm
I devote my arm to my endeavour,
The real result of my army and response.
The arms hacked at the mirror of my life,
The shouting of a century is upon us.
Arm them with guns and ammunition,
To quests they drive, to missions they fail.
My century is among the few that restore
And heal the many that travelled in time.
My legs carry forever a thoughtful pursuit,
Let the legs be lazy and let the arms be happy.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I've always thought that a lot of the problems in the world would be solved if a spaceship did arrive, then anyone with one head and two arms and two legs would be your brother! It wouldn't matter where they were from or what they believed or anything. It might be good for us.
quote by Sigourney Weaver
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Queer Things
One nostril means latin,
The other means greek.
My legs will be
little steel rods,
which will continue
trotting after
I am dead.
My arms are
two useless limbs
when I stand on my head,
(Which 1 never do).
My mouth, too often open,
will be my despair -
clogged and sputtering
and drivelling, -
when I'll be very old
(which will never be)
I hate my head
My rotting head
which will never fall of itself
like any decent pear.
It has the intention
of flying up to the sky,
but it will always trail in the dust:
eating grime and dirt,
screaming erotic songs,
begging all the world
to enter in it.
poem by Emanuel Carnevali
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Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window?
He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks
Preoccupied with his vengeance
Cursing the dead that cant answer him back
Im sure that he has no intentions
Of looking your way, unless its to say
That he needs you to test his inventions.
Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it wont ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to.
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels
Trying to peel the moon and expose it
With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk
Or pick it up after he throws it.
Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it wont ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to.
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
Are you frightened of the box you keep him in
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Their religion of the little ten women
That backs up their views but your face is so bruised
Come on out the dark is beginning.
Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it wont ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Crusty Butts
Get up you crusty butts!
Those who enjoy aging,
And have given a youthful glow up!
Lift up your arms and slowly spin from left to right!
In the beginning you will get dizzy...
So don't get uptight!
Or feel that you are nutts!
Even though others might!
Build up a tolerance until you begin to spin!
Stop and sit.
Put your head between your legs...
Let that blood flow!
And repeat this once again!
You will feel a strength,
Until you can then stand on your head!
Do this as often as you can...
And give all other remedies to the garbage man!
One day you'll dash pass...
Those who are among the walking dead!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hot Legs
(rod stewart)
Whos that knocking on my door
Its gotta be a quarter to four
Is it you again coming round for more
Well you can love me tonight if you want
But in the morning make sure youre gone
Im talkin to you
Hot legs, wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in school
I love you honey
Gotta most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you dont understand
Im a working man
Gonna need a shot of vitamin e
By the time youre finished with me
Im talking to you
Hot legs, youre an alley cat
Hot legs, you scratch my back
Hot legs, bring your mother too
I love you honey
Imagine how my daddy felt
In your jet black suspender belt
Seventeen years old
Hes touching sixty four
You got legs right up to your neck
Youre making me a physical wreck
Im talking to you
Hot legs, in your satin shoes
Hot legs, are you still in school
Hot legs, youre making me a fool
I love you honey
Hot legs, making your mark
Hot legs, keep my pencil sharp
Hot legs, keep your hands to yourself
I love you honey
Hot legs, youre wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, youre still in school
I love you honey
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Arms and the Man
Young Croesus went to pay his call
On Colonel Sawbones, Caxton Hall:
And, though his wound was healed and mended,
He hoped he’d get his leave extended.
The waiting-room was dark and bare.
He eyed a neat-framed notice there
Above the fireplace hung to show
Disabled heroes where to go
For arms and legs; with scale of price,
And words of dignified advice
How officers could get them free.
Elbow or shoulder, hip or knee,
Two arms, two legs, though all were lost,
They’d be restored him free of cost.
Then a Girl Guide looked to say,
‘Will Captain Croesus come this way?’
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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Misery Machine
Man in the front got a sinister grin, careen down highway 666
We wanna go, crush the slow, as the pitchfork bends the needles grow
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement
Were gonna ride to the abbey of the ema, to the abbey of the ema
Blood is pavement
The grill in the front is my sinister grin, bugs in my teeth make me sick sick sick
The objects may be larger than they appear in the mirror
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement
Were gonna ride to the abbey of the ema, to the abbey of the ema
Blood is pavement
When you ride youre ridden, when you ride youre ridden
I am fueled by filth and fury
Do what I will, I will hurry there, there
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement
Blood is pavement
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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I Prefer To Keep It Basic
I want to hold you in my arms...
With one thing on my mind!
A holding of 'you',
In my arms.
All that other chatter,
That you want to make matter.
And happening next door?
That is not what I am here for.
I want to hold you in my arms...
With one thing on my mind!
A holding of 'you',
In my arms.
I have no other priorities.
Or nothing else on my agenda.
I cleared my head,
And everything i had deemed important...
To be here with you!
And if it is me you want to be with...
I'm cool with it!
But what your neighbors and friends do...
With 'trips' taken with family members.
And how they do it with flapping lips...
Aint got 'nuthin' to do with me.
Comeon...
Let's you and me,
Spell clarity!
As we allow it to approach us.
I want to hold you in my arms...
With one thing on my mind!
A holding of 'you',
In my arms.
When it comes down to you,
With me in view in a togetherness...
I prefer to keep it basic!
With a minding of 'our' business to get done.
I am not prepared to embrace group relationships.
Not just yet.
In you,
My heart is invested.
And I want us to bond with solid stock.
Knowing what we've got,
Is not determined by the benefit of dividends.
Although...
Our actions are the cause and the effect of them.
And like I said...
I want to hold you in my arms...
With one thing on my mind!
A holding of 'you',
In my arms.
Let me know,
If any of this...
Does not click in your head!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lucky Arms
(j.b. rudd/vip vipperman)
Hes got lucky arms
He gets to hold her
The way I know I never will again
Theyre dancing close
With her head on his shoulder
Lucky arms, lucky heart, lucky him
They dont see me standing in these shadows
She dont know how bad my heart still aches
Hes holding on to everything I let go
Sure is making good off my mistakes
Hes got lucky arms
He gets to hold her
The way I know I never will again
Theyre dancing close
With her head on his shoulder
Lucky arms, lucky heart, lucky him
Before too long the music will stop playing
Hell take her hand and then hell take her home
And I can just imagine what hes saying
The way hes smiling I can tell he knows
Hes got lucky arms
He gets to hold her
The way I know I never will again
Theyre dancing close
With her head on his shoulder
Lucky arms, lucky heart, lucky him
Lucky arms, lucky heart
He ought to thank his lucky stars
Lucky arms, lucky heart, lucky him
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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As Long As I Know I've Been Felt
I am not worried about,
Whether 'you' feel me or not.
I'm not!
As long as I know I've been felt,
I'm fine!
And cool with it.
By all means,
Continue your charade.
I'll continue I don't notice.
To leave us both creatively existing,
In our separate but equal dimensions.
Even though I do see,
We have this in common...
A head.
Two arms.
And two legs attached to feet,
I use to keep stepping.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Physique
My physique carried monuments of stone,
With pointless arms and legs to work.
The tendency to spoil the life was monumental,
It caused metallic arms to vibrate
And let the arms be virtuous for themselves.
Immortal fibres stayed in the torso
To inflict new wealth and keep great health.
Stone was the body, of appealing nature,
With feet to dance and elevate the occasion.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Grey Day
When I get home its late at night,
Im black and bloody from my life,
I havent time to clean my hands,
Cuts will only sting me through my dreams.
Its well past midnight as I lie
In a semi-conscious state.
I dream of people fighting me
Without any reason I can see.
In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.
After eating I go out,
People passing by me shout.
I cant stand this agony
Why dont they talk to me?
In the park I have to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The rain is falling on my face
I wish I could sink without a trace.
In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.
In the park I have to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The rain is falling on my face
I wish I could sink without a trace.
In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.
song performed by by Madness
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