Blondin Walking The Tightrope
Everyman is Blondin,
Every lifetime a rope,
finer than a spider's thread,
sharper than a sword,
stretched between birth and death
(breath and breath)
across Niagara.
(Charles Blondin, a French acrobat, was the first man ever to cross Niagara Falls by tightrope in 1859.)
poem by Brian Taylor
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Blondin walks the tightrope
over Niagara,
forwards, backwards,
blindfolded, on a bicycle,
to distant applause
among crashing waters.
Ten times, twenty, fifty….
One step missed
answers the first step taken
onto the swaying rope.
Then, everything is,
as it has always been;
jagged rocks and thundering waters.
Into the silence
where yesterday's applause
cannot reach.
Those who inherit
the lands of the lotus eaters
are not yesterday's children.
The path to the top
of the Golden Mountain
is the labour
of many hands and feet.
They could not count the sands of the Ganges.
How would we reckon the length of a kalpa?
Or the work of hands?
Or the pairs of sandals
worn through to the dust
on such a journey?
poem by Brian Taylor
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Niagara
I
Within the town of Buffalo
Are prosy men with leaden eyes.
Like ants they worry to and fro,
(Important men, in Buffalo.)
But only twenty miles away
A deathless glory is at play:
Niagara, Niagara.
The women buy their lace and cry: —
"O such a delicate design,"
And over ostrich feathers sigh,
By counters there, in Buffalo.
The children haunt the trinket shops,
They buy false-faces, bells, and tops,
Forgetting great Niagara.
Within the town of Buffalo
Are stores with garnets, sapphires, pearls,
Rubies, emeralds aglow, —
Opal chains in Buffalo,
Cherished symbols of success.
They value not your rainbow dress: —
Niagara, Niagara.
The shaggy meaning of her name
This Buffalo, this recreant town,
Sharps and lawyers prune and tame:
Few pioneers in Buffalo;
Except young lovers flushed and fleet
And winds hallooing down the street:
"Niagara, Niagara."
The journalists are sick of ink:
Boy prodigals are lost in wine,
By night where white and red lights blink,
The eyes of Death, in Buffalo.
And only twenty miles away
Are starlit rocks and healing spray: —
Niagara, Niagara.
Above the town a tiny bird,
A shining speck at sleepy dawn,
Forgets the ant-hill so absurd,
This self-important Buffalo.
Descending twenty miles away
He bathes his wings at break of day —
Niagara, Niagara.
II
What marching men of Buffalo
Flood the streets in rash crusade?
Fools-to-free-the-world, they go,
Primeval hearts from Buffalo.
Red cataracts of France today
Awake, three thousand miles away
An echo of Niagara,
The cataract Niagara.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Hard Liner
Hard liner, she brings ice when I bring fire.
Shes a hard liner.
Tightrope cross niagara
Shed cut the wire
Never feel a thing.
Walked the sidewalk of another strange avenue.
Kicked my heels and wished my feet were in some other shoes.
But Im not running from that hard liner.
Well she brings ice when I bring fire.
Shes a real hard liner.
How does she retain my hearts desire?
Its a funny thing.
Knows what she wants, knows how to get it, too.
Scares me with cold logic, scares me with the witchs brew.
But I keep on drinking.
Hard liner.
Hard liner.
Im framed and Im hanging on the wall.
Shes a hard liner.
Im like some big game trophy hat-stand in the hall.
But I remember warm and loving nights.
Her [red? ] hair, restaurants,
Swaying bust, headlights
Its a funny thing.
Hard liner.
Yeah, she brings ice when I bring fire.
Hard liner.
Tightrope cross niagara, dont cut my wire.
Hard liner, hard, hard liner.
She brings sun when I bring rain.
Shes a real hard liner.
Yeah, weve got it all crossed up again.
Hard liner. hard liner.
Now I dont think we can stay in the same town.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Waterfall
I felt the mist
for I'd been kissed
by the Niagara waterfall.
I heard its sound
which wrapped around
and made me feel so small.
I saw the scene
and was caught between
the beauty of it all.
I close my eyes
and still realize
the Niagara will always fall.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Niagara Falls
Ravishing grace with paradise on earth
Beauty sprinkles everywhere in Niagara’s Edge
Attractive Skylon Tower and Rainbow bridge
Water bubbles looks like magic Balls
“Maid of the Mist, Niagara Falls
Voluminous water with boating
I’m afraid with white foamy flow,
Mighty heartbeat wind that blows,
The beauty I feel, is in no way olden
Mysterious rainbow is golden,
OMG, how my heart is stolen!
Joyful fireworks on the sky with velocity
Little children’s are watching with curiosity
Extremely heavenly joy and pleasure
It makes me wonder that I want to share
Loving couple watching the falls with love
The fall reflects the beauty of our life together
poem by Rajan Thapaliya
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I Walk The Road
I don’t walk on the joints of the sidewalk slabs,
the mere thought drives me to gloom.
I’d rather walk a tight-rope over Niagara Falls,
or free fall from a hot air balloon.
I have difficulty even talking about this,
but there’s something about a joint or crack.
I know very well it’s a psychological thing,
but it doesn’t help knowing that.
Councillors and psychiatrists have tried to help,
and hypnotherapists’ have given their best,
but those cracks and joints beneath my feet
put me to a daily agonising test.
I’m now also becoming agoraphobic,
and going outside scares the life out of me.
If only I never had a joint to cross,
I could manage life quite easily.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Falls On Me
You see me hanging round
starting to swear about this black hole you've dug for me
and silently within hands touchin skin shock
breaks my disease and i can breath
and all of your weights
all you dream falls on me
it falls on me
and your beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me ahha
Your faith like a pain
it draws me in again
she washes all my wounds of me
darkness in my veins
I never could explain
and i wonder if you have ever see
Will you still believe
and all of your weights
and all that you dream
falls on me
it falls on me
and your beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me
am I that strong
to carry on
have i changed your life
have i changed my world
could you save me ahhhhha
and all of your weights
all you dream
falls on me
it falls on me
and you beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me
and all of your weights
all you dream falls on me
it falls on me
and your beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me
ahhhhaha yea ahhhah yea
song performed by by Fuel
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Rainer Maria Rilke
Fallen Angels
dream of bliss
and wonder how
that
led to this.
Lotus rises
from the mud,
spirit cased
in flesh and blood.
(from Blondin & Other Poems)
poem by Brian Taylor
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You might as well try and dam Niagara Falls with toothpicks as to stop the reform wave sweeping our land.
quote by Billy Sunday
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Understanding Salesmen
A knock at the door means
Hello Jesus calls
A ring on the phone means
A trip to Niagara Falls
Daddy, don't let me down this time
I'm all alone inside my mind
And it's no small thing
That I must prove to you
A late-night card game
With the guys is alright
But I would rather
Take you for a test drive
Daddy, don't let me down this time
I'm all alone inside my mind
And it's no small thing
That I must prove to you
Well, I look out on the passing fields
The sun through the bugs on the windshield
Makes me feel like I don't matter
A knock on the door means
Hello Jesus calls
A ring on the phone means
A trip to Niagara Falls
song performed by by Eels
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Yes
Meanwhile I have been:
cutting back brambles
where they clutch at the passing skin;
watching a golden sun
failing to find a cloud to hide within;
seeing your face
forgetting to be tired
and shining out across the decades
then hesitating,
(a tight-rope walker above Niagara):
walking in the Druids’ Grove
among ancient oaks in the cool of the day;
sitting in the French Gardens
as evening fades into mothlight
and the magnolia shines
and the last of the visitors
has long since gone.
Yes.
I have been
I am.
poem by Brian Taylor
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Their expectations...
He sees her as the rainbow at the horizon of his heart,
Appear after slight squabbling drizzle, and the bright,
Shine of repenting smile goes through her, his love,
He sees her as the rainbow at the horizon of his heart.
She sees him as the mist in the vicinity of Niagara Falls,
Frozen in the sea as glacier and hidden in the valleys,
Flows through the river of Niagara to jump on her from the height,
but she rises from the earth and both of them dance in the mid air.
He doesn't want to see her as the moon, as the moon is infidel,
Every Fourteen days her love grows, glows and then diminishes,
She is no where to find for a day, Earth may be patient and kind,
He doesn't want to see her as that infidel,
as she belongs to him every minute.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Niagara Falls
Baby, so you think you can start again?
You got somebody new,
But the same thing keeps happening.
At the moment of truth,
Whoever youre loving,
You will be thinking of me.
Chorus:
As long as niagara falls,
As long as gibraltar stands,
Till hell freezes over
Ill always be your man.
Tell me, when youre there lying by his side.
Do you make him believe all your needs have been satisfied?
Does he know that your heart is taken forever?
Girl, you will always be mine.
Chorus
Time cant erase
What you feel in your heart
You cant replace the love
No, it doesnt matter how hard you try.
Girl, youre gonna miss my loving till the day you die.
Till hell freezes over
Chorus
Alternate chorus:
As long as niagara falls,
Until the end of time,
Till hell freezes over,
You are forever mine
Chorus
song performed by by Chicago
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Lineson Thorold
McCready the great Irish Tragedian said, the view from Thorold
was the finest in America.
Thorold is famous for its mills,
And the grand view from off its hills-
A view so charming and extended,
Natures beauties sweetly blended.
Poetic thoughts it doth awake
To view Ontario's broad Lake,
And husbandmen have their reward in
Fruits of this provincial garden.
For from the hill you see below
Gardens, where choice fruits do grow,
The landscape all within your reach
Doth both produce the grape and peach.
McCready said, in the New World
The finest view was from Thorold.
You see St. Catharine's charming town
And steamers sailing up and down.
And you can see, on a clear day,
All along Toronto Bay;
And you clearly see the haze
Where Niagara doth amaze.
And glance where Grimsby's gardens yield,
Or view Beamsvill's fruitful field ;
Then this thought yon can advance,
This is Canada's sunny France.
You see Niagara's ancient town *
Though,it has lost its old renown ;
And you have a splendid view
Of boats on old canal and new.
* Niagara, once the capital and business centre of Upper Canada, and also
an important fortress. It is located at the mouth of the Niagara river.
poem by James McIntyre
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I lived in a small town. It was 2,000 people in Canada. A little river that went through it and we swam in the - you know, there was a lot of water around. Niagara Falls was about four or five miles away.
quote by James Cameron
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"What made the deepest impression upon you?" inquired a friend one day of Lincoln, "when you stood in the presence of the Falls of Niagara, the greatest of natural wonders?" ---- "The thing that stuck me most forcibly when I saw the Falls," Lincoln responded with the characteristic deliberation, "was where in the world did all that water come from?"
Spiderman
Spider man, spider man
Does whatever a spider can
Spins a web any size
Catches thieves just like flies
Look out!
There comes the spider man
Is he strong?
Listen, bud
Hes got radioactive blood
Can he swing from a thread?
Take a look overhead
Hey, there!
There goes the spider man
In the chill of the night
At the scene of a crime
Like a streak of light
He arrives just in time
Spider man, spider man
Friendly neighborhood spider man
Wealth and fame
Hes ignorant
Action is his reward
Look out!
Here comes the spider man
To him, lifes a big bang up
Whenever theres a hang up
Youll find the spider man.
song performed by by Ramones
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He'll call that trickle-down. I call it Niagara Falls.
Tightrope
Words and music by bob seger
Saw you walkin on a backstreet honey
Tryin to slip away
Did you find someone to take your money
And did it make your day
Take a lesson from someone whos been there
There are lots of roads that lead you nowhere
I can see it in your blank stare baby
Someones done you in
Everybody hits the hard truth some time
Its your time again
So youre lonesome and the nights approachin
Honey this is where the tough get goin
Welcome to the tightrope
Between memory and pain
Welcome to the tightrope
Between the freedom and the chain
Welcome to the tightrope
Stretched high above the street
Welcome to the tightrope
Its right beneath your feet
Once you learn to balance truth and sorrow
You can worry about the rest tomorrow
Up there on the tightrope
Oh its a tightrope
Youre walkin on a tightrope
song performed by by Bob Seger
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Birth And Death
Birth and death, twin-sister and twin-brother,
Night and day, on all things that draw breath,
Reign, while time keeps friends with one another
Birth and death.
Each brow-bound with flowers diverse of wreath,
Heaven they hail as father, earth as mother,
Faithful found above them and beneath.
Smiles may lighten tears, and tears may smother
Smiles, for all that joy or sorrow saith:
Joy nor sorrow knows not from each other
Birth and death.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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