New links must be forged as old ones rust.
quote by Jane Howard
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To this wonderful page in our country's history another more glorious still will be added, and the slave shall show at last to his free brothers a sharpened sword forged from the links of his fetters.
quote by Giuseppe Garibaldi
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My Heart Is Forged From Fire
My Heart is forged from fire
Trapping those inside
Hurting the ones around me
Killing those who survive
My Heart is forged from fire
Burning my only Soul
Taking the lives of others
Yearning for something to hold
My Heart is forged from fire
Filled with Heartless Despair
Thinking of nothing other
Than the courage I cannot bear
My Heart is forged from fire
Death defiling my Soul
Lies throughout my head
Broken, Battered, and Dead
My Heart is forged fromfire
Slowly Burning away
And Day by Day
I feel it fade
Until it will be lost one day
poem by Nicole Chury
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In comparison, Google is brilliant because it uses an algorithm that ranks Web pages by the number of links to them, with those links themselves valued by the number of links to their page of origin.
quote by Michael Shermer
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Diamonds and Rust
I'll be damned, here comes your ghost again
but that's not unusual
it's just that the moon is full
and you decided to come
And here I sit, hand on the telephone
hearing the voice I'd known
a couple of light years ago
headed straight for a fall
But we both know what memories can bring
they bring Diamonds and Rust
yes we both know what memories can bring
they bring Diamonds and Rust
Now I see you standing with brown leaves all around and snow in your hair
Now we're smiling out the window of the crummy hotel over washington square
and then comes that white clouds, mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
we both could've died then and there
Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic
then give me another word for it
you were so good with words
and at keeping things paid
cause I need some of that vagueness now, it's all come back too clearly
yes, I love you dearly
and if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
But we both know what memories can bring
they bring Diamonds and Rust
yes we both know what memories can bring
they bring Diamonds and Rust
Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust
Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust
Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust
Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust
song performed by by Judas Priest, music by Judas Priest, lyrics by Joan Baez
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Rings Of Gold
Gene thomas
I remember when you said
With this ring I thee wed
Now youve gone betrayed my trust
Rings of gold have turned to rust
Tears cant wash away the sin
Love thats dead cant live again
Knowing theres no hope for us
Turns those rings of gold to rust
Plans we made just yesterday
Sands of time have chipped away
Now theyve crumbled into dust
Love before was clean and pure
Never more can I be sure
You will not betray my trust
Rings of gold have turned to rust
Rings of gold have turned to rust
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Rust
Rust
Brown.
Cracked,
Chipped.
Burnt,
Orange.
Nothing
Is
Rust,
But
Dust.
© 2012
poem by Nick Strong
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I Am Not The Freight Train
I am not the freight train
I am not the rail or the wheel
I am not the conductor or the caboose
I am not the the mail car
Neither the dining car nor the meal
I am not the rail or the spike
I am not the timbers or the pike
I am not the hammer or the strike
Neither the coal nor the fire
Neither the electricity nor the wire
I am hard and cold
I glow red and gold
and rust as I grow old
strong and bold
real
forged
beaten
blued
hard ened
quenched
tempered
annealed
I Am Steel!
but I still feel
James T. Adair 1/19/2010
poem by James T. Adair
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Star Spandgled Bummer
Ring anvil for the deal
We dealt us by mistake
Our angel made of steel
Is big enough to break
Cause the rust is at his heel
And i swear i seen him shakin'
But who'll be here to bring this body home
The cabaret was crowded
As her bed on payday night
Sammy hit a soldier
And the fools begun to fight
We scattered like the shadows
In the early morning light
But she remained to bring the body home
For longer than it seemed
She loved some honest man
Who chased her wildest dreams
And rode her like the wind
And they forged the bloody chains
For some wounds too deep for mendin'
But she was there to bring the body home
The barker stood there smilin'
As he beckoned us inside
To see the shining creature that had
Grown too big to hide
Look here, he said, he's harmless
And we wished he wasn't lyin'
Cause few remained to bring the body home
Ring anvil for the deal
We dealt us by mistake
Our angel made of steel
Is big enough to break
Cause the rust is at his heel
And i swear i've seen him shakin'
And we'll be here to bring the body home
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Fix This Website!
Webmaster...
Time you hear this plea
Time to end my agony...
Perform your magic my friend
By fixing website broken links
The energy that you'll expend
Brings good karma me thinks
(If navigating links worked as well as the pop-ups I'd be in hog-heaven)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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I was a rust repairer. I was a rust repairer and full-time survivor. I survived all the major earthquakes, and the Titanic, and several air crash.
quote by Keith Moon
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Harvest Of Friendship
For Carol Gall & Patti Masterman
Friendships can come
from many places near and far,
sometimes even half a world away
with faces we cannot see,
but their touch we can always feel.
Invisible hands reach out
across the miles to gently touch another’s.
Unbreakable links are forged,
bonds never to be unbroken.
Silent voices of strangers are suddenly heard,
welcomed in from the silence
to a voice never heard.
Strength is gathered in
to defeat the demons
of a sometimes lonely life
as we harvest friendships into our lives.
Friendships and distance no longer matters.
Hands now link to chain a message
that no matter who we are
a candle of hope is on the horizon
to light up many lives.
8 December 2009
poem by David Harris
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This Is The House
This is the house
This is the hill
This is the story - it's a little thing
A lock of hair
An invisible smoke trail
Nothing there but the dust and the rust
Oh/oh/oh everything changes
This is your picture (it's in black and white)
This is the family having a party
There's a crack in the ceiling
And there's an open door
Nothing there but the dust and the rust
Oh/oh/oh everything changes
song performed by by Eurythmics
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Dedication That is self Inflicted
You can not stay in one groove,
If you choose to move.
That groove that is now felt will change.
Or updat its beat.
And you will have to find a new way,
To keep the rust off your feet.
And getting that dusted rust off your butt.
And doing 'that' takes sustain motivation.
With a dedication that is self inflicted.
Whether done with a brick or bat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pull Me Up
Pull me up,
From feeling stuck in bad luck.
There is nothing rougher,
Than believing life's too tough!
Pull me up.
From feeling stuck in bad luck.
I'm tired of a hustle bustled,
Just to repeat rust.
Pull me up...
I'm tired of the rush,
That's made a rut too deep to cuss.
Enough 'is' enough.
Pull me up...
I am tired of the hustle.
Pull me up...
I've grown too tired of the rush.
Sick and tired of my muscles used,
To produce rust.
Pull me up...
I'm tired of the hustle.
Tired of my muscles used to produce rust.
Pull me up!
Enough 'is' enough.
I'm tired of a hustle bustled,
Just to repeat rust.
Pull me up!
Enough 'is' enough.
I'm tired of a hustle bustled,
Just to repeat rust.
Pull me up!
No more beating am I needing.
Pull me up!
No more beating am I needing.
Nor will I continue,
To choose that as a greeting.
Pull me up!
Enough 'is' enough.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prisoner
`Prisoner, tell me, who was it that bound you?'
`It was my master,' said the prisoner.
`I thought I could outdo everybody in the world in wealth and power,
and I amassed in my own treasure-house the money due to my king.
When sleep overcame me I lay upon the bed that was for my lord,
and on waking up I found I was a prisoner in my own treasure-house.'
`Prisoner, tell me, who was it that wrought this unbreakable chain?'
`It was I,' said the prisoner, `who forged this chain very carefully.
I thought my invincible power would hold the world captive
leaving me in a freedom undisturbed.
Thus night and day I worked at the chain
with huge fires and cruel hard strokes.
When at last the work was done
and the links were complete and unbreakable,
I found that it held me in its grip.'
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Most people rust out due to lack of challenge. Few people rust out due to overuse.
Chain of Thirty Three and Bracelet of Nine
Eight years ago in old New York,
I found a special shop
With silver things from Argentina;
Quality, the top.
I bought a silver necklace there,
With links of twenty five,
To mark that anniversary,
Our married love, alive.
I was assigned to Argentina
Some ten months ago.
We thought of adding to the necklace,
Since we liked it so.
We found an expert jeweler here,
And Sellar was his name.
He thought that he could find eight silver
Links made just the same.
Well, twenty five and eight, you see,
Add up to thirty three,
Which this year marks our married love,
In anniversary.
But eight links didn't seem enough
To make it worth his while,
As Gerry felt a bracelet
Might make old Sellar smile.
So, Frank then ordered nine more links
Of silver in a chain,
To represent our children and
Configured just the the same.
Now, Gerry has a matching set,
That suits her mighty fine:
The necklace chain of thirty three,
And bracelet of nine.
(For our thirty-third wedding anniversary, April 21,1984, Buenos Aires, Argentina.)
poem by Frank V. Gardner
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The bell of Knutsford’s many throng
A young queen dances around the Knutsford maypole!
As though she lingered within some fathomless dream
Lifting joyful ribbon arms like a linnet on the breeze;
She’d fare thought this world should float!
Beneath her bantam feathered rose petal feet.
But soon she’ll forgo and loosen off her fairy wings.
And steal naked through the world that forged,
Forged her simple warm gracious, dreams:
But till then... her heart will beat the linnet’s song,
And dance the bell of Knutsford’s many throng.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Chain Of Life
Every chain is made of links
just as our life befalls.
Each time we met someone
whether it is near or far
we add another link to our chain of life.
As our years, multiply
so will the links on our chain.
When we lose a link,
we find another to replace it
and our chain of life goes on.
19 May 2009
poem by David Harris
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On Love, In Sadness
Oh love its a brittle madness, I sing about it in all my sadness
Its not falsified to say that I found God so inevitably well,
It still exists pale and fine. I cant dismiss
And I wont resist and if I die well at least I tried
And we just lay awake in lust and rust in the rain
And pour over everything we say we trust
It happened again, I listened in thru hallways and thin doors
Where the rivers unwind, rust and in the rain endure.
The rust and the rain are sins
And Im in like flynn again
So go on place your order now cause some other time is right around the clock
You can stand in line. it finally begins just around the clock
You can have your pick if your stomach is sick whether you eat or not
And there is just one thing that I never forgot
And we just lay awake in lust and rust in the rain
And pour over everything we say we trust
It happened again, I listened in thru hallways and thin doors
Where the rivers unwind, rust and in the rain so easy
These are the comforts that be
You see well Im feeling lucky oh well, maybe thats just me
You should be proud of me oh hell if you could only see
That were gonna grow on up to be, ah yes
We are thick as thieves
Oh love its a brittle madness, I sing about it in all my sadness
Its not falsified to say that I found god
Inevitably, well it still exists pale and fine I cant dismiss
And I wont resist and if I die well at least I tried
And we just lay awake in lust and rust in the rain
And pour over everything we say we trust
It happened again, I listened in thru hallways and thin doors
Where the rivers unwind and the rust and the rain endure
(the rust and the rain endure. Im sure.)
I am insofar to know the measure of love isnt loss
Love will never ever be insofar to know the measure of love isnt loss
Love will never ever be lost on me.
Love will never ever be lost on me.
song performed by by Jason Mraz
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