In the streets through which we passed, I must own the houses in general struck me as if they were dark and gloomy, and yet at the same time they also struck me as prodigiously great and majestic.
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Heart Attack
Enmity struck his heart,
Inside his body the part
Was heard to crack and make
A little blood of ache.
Houses of silver contained
Me with fright and maintained
A stable condition in hospital
Where I dissolved my juices to belittle.
Struck by the inward attack,
The heart blasted and was black.
The death of a jobbed manager
Was continuously a danger.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Old Moon Madness
Late, sometime before midnight
He comes creeping up
And before you get him sussed
Hes gone before dusk
And when you arise
Red ruby rings circle your eyes
If its later than you realized
Check with the stars and the skies
Old moon madness has struck again
A howl in the dark light
A flash of teeth bright white
A scream and a bite
Old moon madness has struck again tonight
But theres no need to worry
For the crimes that youve done
Worse has been committed
With no moon madness to blame it on
Old moon madness has struck again
In fact you could say youre lucky
You and me
Mother earth has only one moon
And not three
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Beggar To Beggar Cried
'TIME to put off the world and go somewhere
And find my health again in the sea air,'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'And make my soul before my pate is bare.-
'And get a comfortable wife and house
To rid me of the devil in my shoes,'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'And the worse devil that is between my thighs.'
And though I'd marry with a comely lass,
She need not be too comely -- let it pass,'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'But there's a devil in a looking-glass.'
'Nor should she be too rich, because the rich
Are driven by wealth as beggars by the itch,'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'And cannot have a humorous happy speech.'
'And there I'll grow respected at my ease,
And hear amid the garden's nightly peace.'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'The wind-blown clamour of the barnacle-geese.'
poem by William Butler Yeats
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I've always been struck by how unsuspicious people are in general, if you tell them what you're about.
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I don't really get star-struck, but I do get talent struck. If I meet somebody that I think is just wildly talented and brilliant, that's when I start getting nervous.
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Not A Hero To All
The greatness of the greats we well may recall
But the hero to many not a hero to all
Not everyone holds big names in high esteem
Some are not easy to impress it does seem
That no two are the same does seem fair to say
And some not into hero worship in any sort of a way
In the ranks of the star struck they do not join the throng
And who is to say in thinking they are wrong
Yes not everyone looks up to the great one as great
And the ranks of the star struck never join to celebrate
The praises of heroes they never do sing
They go their own way and they do their own thing
You will never see them at a victory parade
Out of all sorts of people Humanity is made.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Majestic Beauty
She sat atop a hill
And was struck by
The beauty that lay
At her feet
The billowing clouds
Floated in a sky of blue
The mountain stood tall
That engulfed in its
Majestic beauty
As far as the eye can see
The grass as green
As the meadows of spring
The morning sunshine
Shines down upon you
Its beauty, its splendors
At Mother Natures poetic strings
Caressing the child
That looks with innocent eyes
That moves your soul
And takes your breath away
Oh what a sight
That befalls unto thee
Are we not lucky to be?
Apart of this Majestic scene
poem by Kaila George
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Thunderstruck
thunder struck...
the last bell ringing,
the last tick of the clock...
last turn of the engine,
the last song, the last dance.
the last prayer, the last goodbye.
the last leaf falling
from the last tree standing...
thunder struck,
and hungry for more!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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It struck me that working digitally with a small crew, I could lay out a general plan for Famous and hope for mistakes which would create something more than satire and something less than truthful reality.
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I was shot down by a fifth ball, which struck me squarely in the face, and passed out.
quote by John Brown Gordon
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Bess
Ours are the streets where Bess first met her
cancer. She went to work every day past the
secure houses. At her job in the library
she arranged better and better flowers, and when
students asked for books her hand went out
to help. In the last year of her life
she had to keep her friends from knowing
how happy they were. She listened while they
complained about food or work or the weather.
And the great national events danced
their grotesque, fake importance. Always
Pain moved where she moved. She walked
ahead; it came. She hid; it found her.
No one ever served another so truly;
no enemy ever meant so strong a hate.
It was almost as if there was no room
left for her on earth. But she remembered
where joy used to live. She straightened its flowers;
she did not weep when she passed its houses;
and when finally she pulled into a tiny corner
and slipped from pain, her hand opened
again, and the streets opened, and she wished all well.
poem by William Stafford
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The Old School Clock
'Twas a quaint old clock with a quaint old face,
and great iron weights and chain.
It stopped when it liked, and before it struck
it creaked as if 'twere in pain.
It had seen many years, and it seemed to say,
'I'm one of the real old stock',
To the youthful fry, who with reverence looked
on the face of the old school clock.
What a terrible frown did the old clock wear
to the truant who timidly cast
An anxious eye on those merciless hands,
that for him had been moving too fast!
But its frown soon changed, for it loved to smile
on the thoughtless, noisy flock,
And it creaked and whirred, and struck with glee,
Did that genial, good humoured old clock.
Well, years had passed, and my mind was filled
with the world, its cares and ways,
When again I stood in that little school
where I passed my boyhood days.
My old friend was gone! And there hung a thing
that my sorrow seemed to mock,
As I gazed with a tear and a softened heart
at a new-fashioned Yankee clock.
'Tis the way of the world. Old friends pass away
and fresh faces arise in their stead.
But still 'mid the din and bustle of life
we cherish fond thoughts of the dead.
Yes, dearly those memories cling round my heart,
and bravely withstand Time's rude shock;
But not one is more dear or more hallowed to me
than the face of that old school clock.
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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Great, for just a moment in time
Fire in my belly,
Inspiration had struck,
like a lightning bolt in the desert,
From the Clouds onto the sand,
A moment until the dust settles.
My Eyes, they are widened,
To see all, that surrounds me,
I grab Pen, I grab Pad,
and I write, and I scribble, and I draw large sketches,
And let my belly fire grow and devastate,
The fire becomes similar to a bush fire,
my pencil or pen writes across the pages of my pad,
and the ink and lead consume the lines and blank spaces.
And make creations of those in my mind.
A lion you become, Part of a bohemian Pride,
looking down upon your art with a great flowing mane,
and a roar of pride as you claw a title across the top.
Inspiration had struck,
And it makes you feel strong, powerful, even invisible,
And Proud.
You become a lion in its pride with a flowing great mane,
like lightning striking down on a desert,
A belly fire crawling across the bush,
You become Great, For just a moment in time.
poem by Sam Seymour
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Turn on your side and bear the day to me
Turn on your side and bear the day to me
Beloved, sceptre-struck, immured
In the glass wall of sleep. Slowly
Uncloud the borealis of your eye
And show your iceberg secrets, your midnight prizes
To the green-eyed world and to me. Sin
Coils upward into thin air when you awaken
And again morning announces amnesty over
The serpent-kingdomed bed. Your mother
Watched with as dove an eye the unforgivable night
Sigh backward into innocence when you
Set a bright monument in her amorous sea.
Look down, Undine, on the trident that struck
Sons from the rock of vanity. Turn in the world
Sceptre-struck, spellbound, beloved,
Turn in the world and bear the day to me.
poem by George Barker
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Since I From Love
Since I from Love escaped am so fat,
I ne'er think to be in his prison ta'en;
Since I am free, I count him not a bean.
He may answer, and saye this and that;
I do no force, I speak right as I mean;
Since I from Love escaped am so fat.
Love hath my name struck out of his slat,
And he is struck out of my bookes clean,
For ever more; there is none other mean;
Since I from Love escaped am so fat.
poem by Geoffrey Chaucer
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Does She Stalk Pathways
‘How much we change...
I well remember when, ’
She said -
But that was years before
And now, she’s dead!
Who was she - why,
And what to me,
Who once lived, died,
Yet stirs my memory?
A brief spark, struck
From some ancient flint
That caught, soared, burned
Cooled,
Teetered at the brink;
Then sputtered, died
Leaving no mark,
No trail beyond the heavens
That sped her... Dark!
Her flight was short, sharp
Exquisite and pale,
Translucent, futile
She spilt her grail
With every seed spawned
At harvest’s spring,
Her womb wide
She let them in.
All ruffians and whores
She bore to this,
The swift brief spark, struck
Then nothingness.
And why, when mirrors
Tell me I’m old,
Does she stalk pathways
I’d paved with gold?
10 December 1984
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Happily Married Life
I am having my own way
I snorted,
and then the rolling pin struck.
No, you are having your own way,
she was, and she did.
Such is things
in happily married life.
You are doing the dishes
she shouted,
oh no I am not,
and then the rolling pin struck
and I was and I did.
Such is things
in happily married life.
I went to a fortune-teller
to have the bumps on my head read.
She had plenty to choose from
as the rolling pin struck nightly.
Such is things
in happily married life.
We are having sex tonight
she declared.
Not tonight Josephine
I replied.
Then the Viagra came out,
along with the rolling pin,
and we were and we have.
Such is things
in happily married life.
One day I am burning the rolling pin
and we will be miserable once more,
even if I do get a bit bored.
The one thing you have to do
to get a peaceful and happily married life
is have no rolling pin insight.
poem by David Harris
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Heartbeats Skip, Love-Struck Daughers Wait
Heartbeats skip, love-struck daughters wait,
For their infatuations to arrive.
Heartbeats skip, love-struck daughters wait,
The atmosphere oozing a vivacious vibe.
Heartbeat skip, love-stuck daughters wait,
Lights dim, daughters gather like a tribe.
Heartbeats skip, love-struck daughters wait,
The music starts, the feeling hard to describe.
Heartbeats skip, love stuck daughters wait.
With pulsating sounds, the night becomes alive!
poem by Francesca Marie
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Love Struck
When I walk into your life, I didn't expect all this great things can happen
Baby, I feel like you hit me with lighting or what I like called it
Love struck
When I hear your name, I can't walk away
I can't help it
As long I'm happy and with someone who I can see that I want to be forever and ever
You just like magnet that you pulled me toward you, and
I can't never get out of
I don't care
I want to hold onto you
You hit me with lighting or what I like called it
Love struck
Someone called doctor
I'm feeling lovesick
I make an accuse not to have fun and hang out with my friends
This feelings I'm having is so amazing
When you kiss me on the check, it feels so right
When you ask me to go somewhere with you, I say yes, but at last minute
I made an accuse not to go, because I don't want to rude my chances to be your girlfriend
One day I hope you'll see how I feel
Love stuck
poem by Christina Phan
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Peace Proposal
Said General Clay to General Gore really must we fight this silly war
To kill and die in such a bore I quite agree said General Gore
Said General Gore to General Clay we could go to the beach today
And have some icecream on the way a grand idea said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore we'll build sand castles on the shore
Said General Gore we'll splash and play let's leave right now said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay but what if the sea's closed today
And what if the sand's been blown away the dreadful thought said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay I've always feared the ocean's spray
And we may drown it's true we may it chills my blood said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore my bathin' suit is slightly tore
We better go on with our war I quite agree said General Gore
The General Clay chanrged General Gore as bullets flew and cannons roared
And now at last there is no more of General Clay or General Gore
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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