Most of us who aspire to be tops in our fields don't really consider the amount of work required to stay tops.
quote by Althea Gibson
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Crows
THEN, suddenly, I was aware indeed
Of what he said, and was revolving it:
How, in the night, crows often take to wing,
Rising from off the tree-tops in Drumbarr,
And flying on: I pictured what he told.
The crows that shake the night-damp off their wings
Upon the stones out yonder in the fields,
The first live things that we see in the mornings;
The crows that march across the fields, that sit
Upon the ash-trees' branches, that fly home
And crowd the elm-tops over in Drumbarr;
The crows we look on at all hours of light,
Growing, and full, and going these black beings have
Another lifetime!
Crows flying in the dark
Blackness in darkness flying; beings unseen
Except by eyes that are like to their own
Trespassers' eyes!
And you, old man, with eyes so quick and sharp,
Who've told me of the crows, my fosterer;
And you, old woman, upon whose lap I've lain
When I was taken from my mother's lap;
And you, young girl, with looks that have come down
From forefathers, my kin ye have another life
I've glimpsed it, I becoming trespasser-
Blackness in darkness flying like the crows!
poem by Padraic Colum
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Forced Mystery
when we talk
we arrive at nothing
plain talk not aimed at
understanding but
to stir whirlpools
i finally decide to
end the
conversation
what for?
building bridges
on mountain tops
wasting stones
in the river
boats that leak
tops without nails
planets without orbits
chairs without legs
houses without walls
roofs without beams
i know you know
you that i know
we take leave
without hope
of reaching ourselves
again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I have four to five months, tops, per year to give to my acting work.
quote by Meryl Streep
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Wanderer's Night Songs. (From Goethe)
I.
Thou that from the heavens art,
Every pain and sorrow stillest,
And the doubly wretched heart
Doubly with refreshment fillest,
I am weary with contending!
Why this rapture and unrest?
Peace descending
Come ah, come into my breast!
II.
O'er all the hill-tops
Is quiet now,
In all the tree-tops
Hearest thou
Hardly a breath;
The birds are asleep in the trees:
Wait; soon like these
Thou too shalt rest.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Democracy
I have waited forcefully,
To occasionally snap at the tops of crowds,
Like a leader,
Too much audacity is required.
Kill them and manage a solution
For the poor and stone-broke,
For the underfed and malnourished;
Where are their inner beings?
Your strength has it, it has it,
What is more than tyranny?
A guess is sufficient.
Tyranny has no spectrum in our thought.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The one thing I regret was that my work required an enormous amount of my time, and a lot of travel.
quote by Neil Armstrong
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Smokey Mountain Boy
(words & music by rosenblatt - milrose)
Im just a smokey mountain boy
Come back to the hills I love
Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind
And the deep blue sky above
The closer and closer I get to home
The more excited I am
Those were the mornings Id roll out of bed
Start the day off with a hot corn bread
Smothered in huckleberry jam
Im just a smokey mountain boy
Come back to the hills I love
Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind
And the deep blue sky above
I can almost hear the hounds running through the woods
Close on the trail of the hare
How I long to be with them following the hounds
A-huntin again
Gettin me a big old grizzly bear
Im just a smokey mountain boy
Come back to the hills I love
Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind
And the deep blue sky above
I traveled around and met lots of girls
No matter how many I see
I left some pretty ones behind
I know back home is where Ill find
The girl whose love is meant for me
Im just a smokey mountain boy
Come back to the hills I love
Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind
And the deep blue sky above
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Dancing On The Hill-Tops
Dancing on the hill-tops,
Singing in the valleys,
Laughing with the echoes,
Merry little Alice.
Playing games with lambkins
In the flowering valleys,
Gathering pretty posies,
Helpful little Alice.
If her father's cottage
Turned into a palace,
And he owned the hill-tops
And the flowering valleys,
She’d be none the happier,
Happy little Alice.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Maid
I wish that I could have a maid
But if I did she'd want to get paid
She could dust my furniture and mop my floors
Clean the counter tops, windex the glass doors
Then I wouldn't have anything left to do
I could stay on the computer, writing too
And I could also play games all day
I'm afraid the computer is where I'd stay!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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No student ever attains very eminent success by simply doing what is required of him: it is the amount and excellence of what is over and above the required, that determines the greatness of ultimate distinction.
quote by Charles Kendall Adams
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Stay Away
(words & music by tepper - bennett)
Ten thousand miles even though I roam
I can hear the call of the hills of home
The canyons high and the valleys low
Echo how can you stay away
My dreams are there where the eagle flies
Where the mountain tops seem to touch the sky
The winding streams and the winds that blow
Ask me how can you stay away
Far too long have I stayed apart
From this land that I love and divide my heart
Now, now I know I must go
Where the hills say dont stay away
Where the hills say dont stay away
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Mountain Tops
sunrise in the moutain tops
green grass all over the place
and the trees are not just green
but they glitter under the rays
wind blows and coldness in the skin
there is joy
there is pain
in the eyes, but
it is thy happiness still that shows
for a moment
forgetting the world
which is more real
that is not a question
no rain or snow
weather may change
but not withered leaf
can stop flowers from blooming
sunrise in the mountain tops
green grass all over the place
poem by Princess Kathleene Gabunales
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The Celebes
DEAR islands of the Orient,
Where Nature's first of love was spent;
Sweet hill-tops of the summered land
Where gods and men went hand in hand
In golden days of sinless earth!
Woe rack the womb of time, that bore
The primal evil to its birth!
It came; the gods were seen no more:
The fields made sacred by their feet,
The flowers they loved, grown all too sweet,
The streams their bright forms mirrored,
The fragrant banks that made their bed,
The human hearts round which they wove
Their threads of superhuman love—
These were too dear and desolate
To sink to fallen man's estate;
The gods who loved them loosed the seas,
Struck free the barriers of the deep,
That rolled in one careering sweep
And filled the land, as 'twere a grave,
And left no beauteous remnant, save
Those hill-tops called the Celebes.
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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The Hollow Wood
Out in the sun the goldfinch flits
Along the thistle-tops, flits and twits
Above the hollow wood
Where birds swim like fish -
Fish that laugh and shriek -
To and fro, far below
In the pale hollow wood.
Lichen, ivy, and moss
Keep evergreen the trees
That stand half-flayed and dying,
And the dead trees on their knees
In dog's-mercury and moss:
And the bright twit of the goldfinch drops
Down there as he flits on thistle-tops.
poem by Edward Thomas
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Dance With Me
[chorus:]
I see you looking at me
I can tell by your eyes that your feeling me
And I really want you to get close with me.
So wont you dance with me...dance with me.
My drop tops in the parking lot
And I wanna take you back to my spot.
But we still got a lil more time to rock.
So wont you dance with me...dance with me!
[slim:] I can see you over there just chillin with your girlfriends, cant
Believe your by your self you should be hear with me, chillin with me,
Drinkin with me, freakin with me. oooohhh whoa, whoa!
[chorus:]
I see you looking at me
I can tell by your eyes that your feeling me
And I really want you to get close with me.
So wont you dance with me...dance with me.
My drop tops in the parking lot
And I wanna take you back to my spot.
But we still got a lil more time to rock.
So wont you dance with me...dance with me!
[slim:] I can see it in your eyes that your looking at the time. you wanna
Leave this party and I know you wanna leave with me. to chill with me, to
Drink with me, to freak with me, oh baby!
[chorus:]
I see you looking at me
I can tell by your eyes that your feeling me
And I really want you to get close with me.
So wont you dance with me...dance with me.
My drop tops in the parking lot
And I wanna take you back to my spot.
But we still got a lil more time to rock.
So wont you dance with me...dance with me!
[chorus:]
I see you looking at me
I can tell by your eyes that your feeling me
And I really want you to get close with me.
So wont you dance with me...dance with me.
My drop tops in the parking lot
And I wanna take you back to my spot.
But we still got a lil more time to rock.
So wont you dance with me...dance with me!
[slim:] everybody sing along....
[112:] if you sexy and you know it clap your hands (clap [5x])
If you sexy and you know it clap your hands (clap [5x])
If you sexy and you know it and you really wanna show it,
If you sexy and you know it clap your hands (clap [5x]) yeah!
Beenie man: this is a dance break come on the thats when he starts to rap
[chorus:]
I see you looking at me
I can tell by your eyes that your feeling me
And I really want you to get close with me.
So wont you dance with me...dance with me.
My drop tops in the parking lot
And I wanna take you back to my spot.
But we still got a lil more time to rock.
So wont you dance with me...dance with me!
[chorus:]
I see you looking at me
I can tell by your eyes that your feeling me
And I really want you to get close with me.
So wont you dance with me...dance with me.
My drop tops in the parking lot
And I wanna take you back to my spot.
But we still got a lil more time to rock.
So wont you dance with me...dance with me!
[chorus:]
I see you looking at me
I can tell by your eyes that your feeling me
And I really want you to get close with me.
So wont you dance with me...dance with me.
My drop tops in the parking lot
And I wanna take you back to my spot.
But we still got a lil more time to rock.
So wont you dance with me...dance with me!
song performed by by 112
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(Personality Poem) A Attacking Angry Voice
The man who won't stop
Like an addiction, a self centered affliction.
I think he might just like hearing himself talk.
Someone please suggest that he needs to keep his mouth shut.
Over the hill tops
Under the roof tops
His voice echos.
Forever words chasing me down.
Attacking till I fall to the ground.
Just let me get up.
Give me a chance.
Before you say, you say.
You're a loser.
You're dilluted.
So shallow and ugly.
From the outside in.
Hell hasn't seen the likes of you yet.
Here's my anger on a plate.
Enjoy, and please try to destroy.
Anyway just to feel a little better on the inside.
Driving the nails into a very shaken mans coffin.
Bury me now.
You already dug the hole.
With blood and sweat.
I really believe every word you met.
Please say it again
It was just not enough.
Think you got it tough.
Poor you, here you want a tissue.
Excuse after excuse.
Just let it all lose.
The man who won't stop
Like an addiction, a self centered affliction.
I think he might just like hearing himself talk.
Someone please suggest that he needs to keep his mouth shut.
Over the hill tops
Under the roof tops
His voice echos.
Forever words chasing me down.
Attacking till I fall to the ground.
Just let me get up.
Give me a chance.
Before you say, you say.
You're a loser.
You're dilluted.
So shallow and ugly.
From the outside in.
Hell hasn't seen the likes of you yet.
Here's my anger on a plate.
Enjoy, and please do try to destroy.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Oakland
Oakland (oh-oh-oh-oakland) oaktown (oh-oh-oh-oaktown)
Oakland (oakland, oakland) get on down (oh-oh-oaktown)
Straight from the west, oakland is the best
Baby its so fresh (oakland)
Its called the big bad o, city of players on the go
You gotta have trues and vogues (oakland)
Baby, thats my town, when all the tops come down
Youll hear my funky sound (oh-oh-oh-oaktown)
O-a-k-l-a-n-d, that city was made for me
Just rocking to the beat (oakland)
Drop tops rolling down the strip, baby its the tip
Dont stop dipping til I quit (oaktown)
Trues and vogues on my car, baby Im a star
Im playing at players park (oakland)
Everybody on the floor, do you really want some more?
Well get funky like playboy $hort (oh-oh-oh-oaktown)
Oakland (oakland) oaktown (oh-oaktown)
Oakland (oakland) just get on down
Oh-oh-oh-oak, oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Westside coming through, northside coming to it, too
East oakland its for you (oakland)
Californ-i-a, can you hear me say
Oakland is here to stay (oakland)
Oakland (oh-oh-oh-oakland) oaktown (oh-oh-oh-oaktown)
Oakland (oh-oh-oh-oakland) just get on down (oaktown)
Straight from the west, oakland is the best
Baby its so fresh (oakland)
Oakland (oh-oh-oh-oakland) oakland (get on down)
Straight from the west, oakland is the best
Baby its so fresh (oakland)
Drop tops roll down the strip, baby thats the tip
Dont stop dipping til I quit (oakland)
Trues and vogues on my car, baby Im a star
Im playing at players park (oakland)
Oakland (oh-oh-oh-oakland) oakland, get down
Oakland, oaktown, oakland, oh-oh-oh-oaktown
song performed by by Too Short
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I'm Dreamin' Of A Dry Christmas
I'm dreamin' of a dry Christmas
just like one's I use to know
where weathermen announce, all use our bypass
where you may go, all clear of night's white snow
Im' deamin' of a dry Christmas,
just like one's i've use to know,
where tree-tops glissen an children listen
to hear my Harley roar, just for show
I'm dreamin' of a dry Christmas,
where my love one's expect me, too show,
Home, where my heart is, an our Sunday-Mass, Ho! Ho!
Packin' gifts like Santa Clause, swiftly as a bike will go
Where tree tops an my sportster crome glessions,
each piston hummin' to, never missin' it's tone,
True symphony, as she roams, with clean air without emitions
Tis Christmas, an packin' gear, with my Lady, have gone home
Ho! Ho! Ho!
'Have a Merry Little Christmas'
poem by Perry Campanella
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The Harvest Of The Sea
The earth grows white with harvest; all day long
The sickles gleam, until the darkness weaves
Her web of silence o'er the thankful song
Of reapers bringing home the golden sheaves.
The wave tops whiten on the sea fields drear,
And men go forth at haggard dawn to reap;
But ever 'mid the gleaners' song we hear
The half-hushed sobbing of the hearts that weep.
poem by John McCrae
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Why isn't there a special name for the tops of your feet?
quote by Lily Tomlin
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