From the exterior face of the wall towers must be projected, from which an approaching enemy may be annoyed by weapons, from the embrasures of those towers, right and left.
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Twin Towers in the Clouds
They rose above the Clouds
as my charter passed downtown.
An April day dawning,
thirty thousand feet from ground.
It was as if they, alone, had been spared
And all New York was gone.
The future was quite different,
Something I could not have known.
Two other planes approaching
on a clear September morn.
changed utterly, the world;
Twin Towers, smoking, gone.
The death of one or several men
Might barely give us pause,
but as we read two thousand names
We’re still fighting two wars.
Peace continues to elude us
No matter whom we catch or kill.
Sometimes, in dreams, I think I see
the towers standing still.
But in the cold grey light of morning
I know I never will.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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When they released Sidewalks of New York, there were some shots with the towers they were going to take out, and Ed told them no. I don't think they can deny the towers were a part of New York.
quote by Dennis Farina
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Feelings On A Heart Race
I’m happy when I see your face
Happy when we’re in the same place
That same happy stays in the midst of this heart-chase
It goes on for some time then stops
You say you’re annoyed now
Annoyed at me
Annoyed at your own confusion
So you’ve left
Now I am sad at the sight of your face
Sad when the awkward veil covers us when we’re in the same place
Sad that I’ve lost this heart race
Come back again
poem by Shane D. Nelson
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The House Of Dust: Part 01: 02: One, from his high bright window in a tower
One, from his high bright window in a tower,
Leans out, as evening falls,
And sees the advancing curtain of the shower
Splashing its silver on roofs and walls:
Sees how, swift as a shadow, it crosses the city,
And murmurs beyond far walls to the sea,
Leaving a glimmer of water in the dark canyons,
And silver falling from eave and tree.
One, from his high bright window, looking down,
Peers like a dreamer over the rain-bright town,
And thinks its towers are like a dream.
The western windows flame in the sun's last flare,
Pale roofs begin to gleam.
Looking down from a window high in a wall
He sees us all;
Lifting our pallid faces towards the rain,
Searching the sky, and going our ways again,
Standing in doorways, waiting under the trees . . .
There, in the high bright window he dreams, and sees
What we are blind to,—we who mass and crowd
From wall to wall in the darkening of a cloud.
The gulls drift slowly above the city of towers,
Over the roofs to the darkening sea they fly;
Night falls swiftly on an evening of rain.
The yellow lamps wink one by one again.
The towers reach higher and blacker against the sky.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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The Tower
One, from his high bright window in a tower,
Leans out, as evening falls,
And sees the advancing curtain of the shower
Splashing its silver on roofs and walls:
Sees how, swift as a shadow, it crosses the city,
And murmurs beyond far walls to the sea,
Leaving a glimmer of water in the dark canyons,
And silver falling from eave and tree.
One, from his high bright window, looking down,
Peers like a dreamer over the rain-bright town,
And thinks its towers are like a dream.
The western windows flame in the sun's last flare,
Pale roofs begin to gleam.
Looking down from a window high in a wall
He sees us all;
Lifting our pallid faces towards the rain,
Searching the sky, and going our ways again,
Standing in doorways, waiting under the trees . . .
There, in the high bright window he dreams, and sees
What we are blind to,-we who mass and crowd
From wall to wall in the darkening of a cloud.
The gulls drift slowly above the city of towers,
Over the roofs to the darkening sea they fly;
Night falls swiftly on an evening of rain.
The yellow lamps wink one by one again.
The towers reach higher and blacker against the sky.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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Towers Of London
Towers of london
When they had built you
Did you watch over the men who fell
Towers of london
When they had built you
Victorias gem found in somebodys hell
Pavements of gold leading to the underground
Grenadier guardsmen walking pretty ladies around
Fog is the sweat of the never never navvies who pound
Spikes in the rails to their very own heaven
Bridges of muscles spanning so long and high
Merchants from stepney walking pretty ladies by
Rain is the tears of the never never navvies who cry
For the bridge that doesnt go
In the direction of dublin
And Ive seen it in a painting
And Ive seen it in engraving
And Ive seen it in their faces
Clear as childrens chalk lines on the paving
Towers of london
La la londinium.
song performed by by Xtc
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Pantun - Twin Towers Kuala Lumpur
KL Twin Towers mencakar langit minda
rakyat dan negara bersepadu
tegak, cerah, lurus, berwibawa
mencapai matlamat dengan laju
Twin Towers touches the sky of our mind
the people and country together
strong, bright, straight and credible
working towards a vision with speed
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Theft is not Death
God is the one who tells us all is well,
That the genius has command over the cell
That is inhabited by a prisoner of zeal
From the political upbringing that can steal.
Theft is not a spy to be put inside,
Always to suffer a burden beside,
Which is the chain fixed to a wall
The one made of stone and very tall.
The towers of this prison-place are very strong
And do not have escapees or intruders who are wrong.
The towers are also with cells, too many bells,
Worse than the chiming ones of a church that impels.
Cell mates are fed with worms and torture,
With much hatred and darkness for the abuser
Of the system of prison, the distressed position
Of a man, not a woman, who was given a decision
By the Judge who shall harm him
And execute him by hanging the grim
Man, not woman, by the neck until death
Has managed to take away his breath.
poem by Naveed Akram
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September Eleven Anniversary, USA
Another year has gone away
Another September has come
The memories of that fateful day
Will linger on alive today
“The chaos,
The pathos
The tragedy
Sans remedy! ”
No more are there Twin Towers
Razed to ground by evil powers!
Unleashed was Hell upon the earth
Lives precious lost for no reason!
Sad memories are evergreen
It proved what terrorists have been
It showed their hearts, wicked and mean
a sample of that seen, unseen!
A glorious nation’s people meet
Their hearts in unison all beat
“Let stronger towers arise neat
Let’s undo the enemies’ feat”
“Terrorism must be wiped out,
Most anguished souls simply cry out!
A few insane shan’t spoil the peace
Of millions, innocent with ease! ”
‘May hope rebuild towers anew! ’
poem by John Celes
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Twin Towers
When I was but a tiny child
Back when the world was new
My parents like twin towers stood
And everything was true
My father died at Eighty one
Peacefully asleep
My mother lived ten years alone
In the house up from main Street
The Century turned over then
In the new millennium
When Mother in the nursing home
reached her journey’s end.
Your first impulse must be to cry
When towers fall, when people die
If Brick and stone- you build anew
If of flesh- the monument is you.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Some of the best actors in the world are very exterior actors, Anthony Hopkins being one of them. He knows exactly how to turn his face to get a certain expression. He knows exactly what to do with eyes, and with his voice. It's very exterior.
quote by Boris Kodjoe
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Lament of the Frontier Guard
By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand,
Lonely from the beginning of time until now!
Trees rail, the grass goes yellow with autumn.
I climb the towers and towers
to watch out the barbarous land:
Desolate castle, the sky, the wide desert.
There is no wall left to this village.
Bones white with a thousand frosts,
High heaps, covered with trees and grass;
Who brought this to pass?
Who has brought the flaming imperial anger?
Who has brought the army with drums and with kettle-drums?
Barbarous kings.
A gracious spring, turned to blood-ravenous autumn,
A turmoil of wars-men, spread over the middle kingdom,
Three hundred and sixty thousand,
And sorrow, sorrow like rain.
Sorrow to go, and sorrow, sorrow returning.
Desolate, desolate fields,
And no children of warfare upon them,
No longer the men for offence and defence.
Ah, how shall you know the dreary sorrow at the North Gate,
With Rihaku's name forgotten,
And we guardsmen fed to the tigers.
Sky without stars
To-night I see the sky
without even a single star
either all stars have left the sky
or they are annoyed with the sky
May be, the sky does not given
a profound love
are they annoyed so
and have left the sky
Sky without stars
how does it look
like a widow
lost all of her life.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
quote by Christopher Marlowe
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Lament of the Frontier Guard
By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand,
Lonely from the beginning of time until now!
Trees fall, the grass goes yellow with autumn.
I climb the towers and towers
to watch out the barbarous land:
Desolate castle, the sky, the wide desert.
There is no wall left to this village.
Bones white with a thousand frosts,
High heaps, covered with trees and grass;
Who brought this to pass?
Who has brought the flaming imperial anger?
Who has brought the army with drums and with kettle-drums?
Barbarous kings.
A gracious spring, turned to blood-ravenous autumn,
A turmoil of wars - men, spread over the middle kingdom,
Three hundred and sixty thousand,
And sorrow, sorrow like rain.
Sorrow to go, and sorrow, sorrow returning,
Desolate, desolate fields,
And no children of warfare upon them,
No longer the men for offence and defence.
Ah, how shall you know the dreary sorrow at the North Gate,
With Rihoku's name forgotten,
And we guardsmen fed to the tigers.
By Rihaku. [Li Po?]
poem by Ezra Pound
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The Path and Wall
The path flexes and curves like a mountain,
Mirrors reflect the pain and suffering of rocks;
My experiment has begun like fire and stone,
The risks of height and weight are small.
Flitting into different directions creates disorder
In the rows of mountains and towers.
The wall condemns us when being faced,
Flexing our muscles and facial characteristics.
Treachery is against the law and laws of all,
Thieves predominate here, not near the wall.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Herman Melville
‘My towers at last!’—
What meant the word
from what acknowledged circuit sprung
and in the heart and on the tongue
at sight of few familiar birds
when seaward his last sail unfurled
to leeward from the wheel once more
bloomed the pale crags of haunted shore
that once-more-visited notch of world:
and straight he knew as known before
the Logos in Leviathan’s roar
he deepest sounding with his lead
who all had fathomed all had said.
Much-loving hero—towers indeed
were those that overhung your log
with entries of typhoon and fog
and thunderstone for Adam’s breed:
man’s warm Sargasso Sea of faith
dislimned in light by luck or fate
you for mankind set sail by hate
and weathered it, and with it death.
And now at world’s end coasting late
in dolphined calms beyond the gate
which Hercules flung down, you come
to the grim rocks that nod you home.
Depth below depth this love of man:
among unnumbered and unknown
to mark and make his cryptic own
one landfall of all time began:
of all life’s hurts to treasure one
and hug it to the wounded breast,
in this to dedicate the rest,
all injuries received or done.
Your towers again but towers now blest
your haven in a shoreless west
o mariner of the human soul
who in the landmark notched the Pole
and in the Item loved the Whole.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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What is the only provocation that could bring about the use of nuclear weapons? Nuclear weapons. What is the priority target for nuclear weapons? Nuclear weapons. What is the only established defense against nuclear weapons? Nuclear weapons. How do we prevent the use of nuclear weapons? By threatening the use of nuclear weapons. And we can't get rid of nuclear weapons, because of nuclear weapons. The intransigence, it seems, is a function of the weapons themselves.
quote by Martin Amis
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Vision
There shall broad streets their stately walls extend;
Embellished villas crown the landscape scene,
Farms wave with gold, and orchards blush between
There shall tall spires and dome-capt towers ascend,
And piers and quays their massy structures blend;
While each breeze approaching vessels glide,
And northern treasures dance on every tide.
poem by Anonymous Oceania
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Benlomond
Hadst thou a genius on thy peak,
What tales, white-headed Ben,
Could'st thou of ancient ages speak,
That mock th' historian's pen!
Thy long duration makes our livea
Seem but so many hours;
And likens, to the bees' frail hives,
Our most stupendous towers.
Temples and towers thou seest begun,
New creeds, new conquerers sway;
And, like their shadows in the sun,
Hast seen them swept away.
Thy steadfast summit, heaven-allied
(Unlike life's little span),
Looks down a mentor on the pride
Of perishable man.
poem by Thomas Campbell
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