A lot of these angles are really about trying to mimic broadcast sports angles in order to anchor the scene, to sort of normalize it before it becomes abstracted.
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Bus Stop Angel
I sat down at a bench today,
at a bus stop as it speed away.
by a young girl
who seamed sad and gray,
I asked her what might be wrong.
but not that long she opened up,
and said she thinks all my angles have gone away,
so I asked her,
why you think this might be so,
she tells me is in a low paying job,
but that her life is falling apart,
and then she starts to cry,
as then the rain comes down on us both,
I give her my last bill,
place it in her hand shaking still,
as I start to get up,
I say there angles everywhere,
then she runs in front of the next bus and was killed.
poem by Walter C. Edwards
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Angles Of Fate
ANGLES OF FATE
Melvin Banggollay
Each one has their own fate
as destiny's will may dictate
but often, many of us believed
We make our fate as we lived.
Some may have an obtuse angles
where one can turn his fate in circles
at a degree clear of many obstacles
but sometimes we're still confused
for the more options, many to diffuse
only to got the right options to focus.
Others may have seen acute angles
with too little room to play and gamble
game of life entwined with obstacles
making our visions limited and narrow
hampering us to move for tomorrow
as trials anchored our fate with sorrow.
Yet many behold life in right angles
as they tried to meet every obstacles
with right attitude to play or gamble;
whatever that may touch one's shadow;
Whatever that may kiss one's meadow;
be it rain with laughter or sorrow;
be it shining with lot of pain or miracles,
bellowing with smiles and gifts in circles,
yet, keep holding on with faith and hope
that behind, fate may take the right slope
to open life with smiles of joy and hope
and not tied with a long rope of dope.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Believe it!
Miracles happen
angles exist
to experience them
you have to believe
believe in colors
the truth and God
believe in you
because you have the power
to change and make good
to be a star
to be special
to be better
than what you already are
'believing' is the power
to ignite the spark
angles shower their blessings
we call it success
and all that comes
when you start to believe
trust your hopes
believe in your dreams
you own your life
it's the best asset you got
shaping and molding it
is all in your hand
believe it
you got the power
you are meant to be special
just believe in it
believe in you
I am a believer
are you?
poem by Areena Arora
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Angles And Bearings
To turn to the bearings of your love when you do call me and,
To visit me in the fields of my love with your muse;
Because i am like a bird flying up high with the views of your love!
And with the directions of the angles and bearings in my mind.
Your love called me yesterday up high with your muse and,
It came and strengthen my soul like the peace of paradise!
And i will follow these angles and bearings always because,
That is how i can easily get to you with my love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 204
I stand surveying the angles
And slopes of the land
A plan in my mind and a golf club in my hand
The ball is waiting ready
To live its final putt
This shot is gonna happen, I feel it in my gut
I check the wind direction
And condition of the green
I weigh up all the angles, want the shot to be clean
I plant my feet real sturdy
And eye the balls route
I slow my breathing down as I prepare to shoot
I swing the club back slowly
Now going for the kill
But slip and clip the edge of the plastic windmill
poem by Flying Lemming
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Falling Out
Im falling out of grace with the world
They say Ive lost my midas touch what turned to gold now turns to rust
Im falling out of line with all the stars
That flood my dreams with their guitars and magazines
Face down this carpet tastes like coffee grounds ground into my face now
And every angles covered with just another
Im falling out of style with the current way things are
The things that make conforming hard
Im falling out of control and you just cant stop me now
Ill fight as long as time allows
Face down this carpet tastes like coffee grounds ground into my face now
And every angles covered with just another band-aid
Im out here way beyond
A shadow of a doubt
And I know Im never falling out
Of favor with you
Im out here way beyond
A shadow of a doubt
And I know Im never falling out
Of favor with you
I wont think twice or even three times
About taking a gamble with you
Cause with my life you have been so kind
I take all my comfort from you
Face down this carpet tastes like coffee grounds ground into my face now
And every angles covered with just another band-aid
Im out here way beyond
A shadow of a doubt
And I know Im never falling out
Of favor with you
Im out here way beyond
A shadow of a doubt
And I know Im never falling out
Of favor with you
song performed by by Relient K
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Meeting Angels
Meeting Angles
He had an overcoat on, looked hump backed and had a dreamy look
In his angelic eyes. I knew he was a seraph. He had bought a bag of
apples.” Forbidden fruit where I come from he said our master only
eats oranges so we have to eat that boring tasteless fruit too.” His
eyes looked livid now, but then he smiled and offered me an apple.
Two men, in big overcoats and holy smile, white Indoor faces, you
could see they were up to no good, came sidling up. Took the bag of
apples from the angel and gave it to me. One of them whispered to
me: Gab hasn’t been too well lately, he is obsessed by the story of
Adam and Eve and is longing to be cast out of heaven so he can taste
the sin of the flesh.” Three angles took their overcoats off- one did so
unwillingly- and blindingly naked they flew, into the sunset.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Cats
Cats no less liquid than their shadows
Offer no angles to the wind.
They slip, diminished, neat through loopholes
Less than themselves; will not be pinned
To rules or routes for journeys; counter
Attack with non-resistance; twist
Enticing through the curving fingers
And leave an angered empty fist.
They wait obsequious as darkness
Quick to retire, quick to return;
Admit no aim or ethics; flatter
With reservations; will not learn
To answer to their names; are seldom
Truly owned till shot or skinned.
Cats no less liquid than their shadows
Offer no angles to the wind.
Submitted by Stephen Fryer
poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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Who Named Mother
the order of God arrived
the Angles rushed side by side
to collect the blueness of sky
to mingle the coldness of air
to gather the softness of blossoms
to fetch the depth of sea
to unite the warmth of the hunter-of-the east
to bring the speed of river
and cram them all togather
for the person who was to be created
who named mother
poem by Gule Rukhsar
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Runaround On The Underground
(a. bell / v. clarke)
Im waiting at the bus stop for a double-decker ride.
Supermarket checkout boy finds his way inside.
A shady looking character, his beady eyes on me.
I slip into a window seat, and then pretend to read.
Its a wild, its a wild, wild, wild world.
The hardest thing is holding on,
Holding on and take the strain.
Theyre coming at me at angles that I never knew existed.
They aint gonna get me.
Im building up my colours of resistance. (colours of resistance)
Its a runaround on the underground.
A cybermatic shopper, with a slight sadistic grin,
Pulls a zipper on her sleeping bag; shuts herself within.
A triple quilted chrysalis waiting for the sales.
A bargain basement butterfly going off the rails
Its a wild, its a wild, wild, wild world.
The hardest thing is holding on,
Holding on and take the strain.
Theyre coming at me at angles that I never knew existed...woah
They aint gonna get me.
Im building up my colours of resistance. (colours of resistance)
Its a runaround on the underground.
Its a wild, its a wild, wild, wild world.
The hardest thing is holding on,
Holding on and take the strain.
Theyre coming at me at angles that I never knew existed.
They aint gonna get me.
Im building up my colours of resistance. (colours of resistance)
Its a runaround on the underground the hardest thing is holding on,
Holding on and take the strain.
Theyre coming at me at angles that I never knew existed.
They aint gonna get me.
Im building up my colours of resistance. (colours of resistance)
The hardest thing is holding on,
Holding on and take the strain.
song performed by by Erasure
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Cock your hat - angles are attitudes.
quote by Frank Sinatra
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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You give them recommendations. You throw different angles at them where, hopefully, they can get something out of it.
quote by Mike Butcher
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You don't rehearse jazz to death to get the camera angles.
He catches the best fish who angles with a golden hook.
A figure with curves always offers a lot of interesting angles.
quote by Wesley Ruggles
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The opera tells the story with all the built-in contradictions and from many different angles.
quote by Harrison Birtwistle
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The wonder of a Christmas tree
There’s something about a Christmas tree
With twinkling lights and bulbs to see
Tinsel flowing, like angles hair
The scent of pine that fills the air
The light dancing on silver and gold
Dozens of ornaments the branches hold
Silver bells and bird on wing
Candy cane and choir sing
All nestled on an evergreen
An angel tops this Christmas scene
12/21/09
poem by Rhonda Baker
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Micing it from two different angles in front of the speaker sounds huge, and it's so simple.
quote by Daisy Berkowitz
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There are two million interesting people in New York and only seventy-eight in Los Angles.
Neil Simon in Playboy (February 1979)
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Cubic Prisms
cast in a cube
complex aligned
twist slice angles
poem by Terence George Craddock
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