First Poem From The
Pyotr Pavlovich (entering the room):
Zdagger Upper Ooster Ooster
I am carrying someone's elbow
Zdagger Upper Ooster Ooster
Where's Professor De Dispenchin?
Zdagger Upper Ooster Ooster
Where on Earth are office hours?
If this little clockie dangling
Its two weights a-reaching down
Oldish clockie while still pending
Flew an arc without a frown
Zdagger Upper Ooster Ooster
I broke down the rhythm of time
Carabeester on a booster
Works instead of Zdagger Upper
Hand is stretched ever farther
Yielding something arrow-handed
From one minute to another
Rushing blindly as if branded
Right from milk-white clockface down
Pancake's winding Ooster Ooster
Tightly wrapped in dressing-gown
Proudly sits the Carabeester
He is during office seconds
Looking into metered engine
So the time will not be wayward
Like Professor De Dispenchin
Like Andrey Semyonych Zdagger
Single-handed Zdagger Upper
Cares for Zdagger Upper Ooster
His lost hand adjusting aptly
Fixing fingers with a hammer
Zdagger Upper he is nailing
Zdagger Upper Ooster them.
poem by Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
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Stiff Upper Lip
(young - young)
Well I was out on a drive
On a bit of a trip
Lookin for thrills
To get me some kicks
Now I warn you ladies
I shoot from the hip
I was born with a stiff
Stiff upper lip
Like a dog in a howl
I bite everything
And Im big and Im drawl
And Ill ball your thing
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
Shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Now listen
Well Im workin it out
And Ive done everything
And I cant reform no
Can you feel my sting
Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip, yeah
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot from the hip
Well Im out on the prowl
And Ill ball your thing
I got the teeth thatll bite you
Can you feel my sting
Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot shoot shoot from the hip
I got a (stiff upper lip)
Better believe me (stiff upper lip)
Comin down (stiff upper lip)
See my (stiff upper lip)
Yeah I got a (stiff upper lip)
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot
Shoot from the hip
2000, j. albert & son, pty.
song performed by by AC-DC
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Crazy for the up
You adopt what the upper class practise.
You put on what the upper class wear.
You ape the upper class in all forms
With strain to be up in their estimation.
10.11.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Airways
Two ways
Upper and lower.
Voice box is there
At the top
Words and poems
In its natural form
With the mob.
When air passes
With words
It is amazing.
Poet is musician
Of life
with pleasant
And muster.
Two ways
Upper and lower
In this airways
Human instincts
Is to go upper
And upper to
Make life better
And better.
In either ways
Poet is the
Lighter and
The craftmaster.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I love a lot of Colorado and upper Utah. I think some of the most beautiful terrain is upper BC.
Upper Me
The ego and the id
Lead vocal: eric stewart
The time has come the wild one said
When we must all decide
We cannot carry on this way
And so we must divide
The road before us runs both ways
So which one do you choose
But all will not go well if you refuse
What becomes of the upper me when the fire burns in my mind
How can I leave my ego behind
I return to another me or I lose the will to survive
How can I keep my hero alive
It seems to me the wise one said
That mountains are so high
The river is too deep to cross
And none of us can fly
But I believe that compromise
Is what is needed here
Or surely we become the things we fear
But the good in me dont wanna believe
That the evil me is so
And a voice somewhere said do as you please
But the upper me said no, no, no, no, no, no
What becomes of the upper me when the fire burns in my mind
How can I leave my ego behind
I return to another me or I lose the will to survive
How can I keep my hero alive
To survive
How can I keep my hero alive
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Well, I mean, we are developing the other parts, and we can't give quite all our attention to the upper part, but soon the lower parts will be developed, and the upper part and the lower part will become partners, that will be wonderful.
quote by Ninette de Valois
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Stiff Upper Lip
What made good queen bess
Such a great success?
What made wellington
Do what he did at waterloo?
What makes every englishman
A fighter through and through?
It isnt roast beef, or ale, or home, or mother
Its just a little thing they sing to one another
Stiff upper lip, stout fella
Carry on, old fluff
Chin up, keep muddling through
Stiff upper lip, stout fella
When the goings rough
Pip pip to old man trouble
And a toodly-oo too
Carry on through thick and thin
If you feel youre in the right
Does the fighting spirit win?
Quite, quite, quite, quite, quite
Stiff upper lip, stout fella
When youre in the stew
Sober or blotto, this is your motto
Keep muddling through
(instrumental bridge)
When a bounder starts to hiss
You must give him blow for blow
Make the blighter say, whats this?
'ullo, 'ullo, 'ullo, 'ullo, 'ullo
Stiff upper lip, stout fella
When youre in the stew
Sober or blotto, this is your motto
Keep muddling through
Keep muddling through
Keep muddling through
Keep muddling through
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Indelibleness
An indelible tattoo of Mary
Faintly graces my upper left arm.
I loved her but we never married,
Our love lost its meaningful charm.
So long! To the faded memories
Those years of yore all but disappeared;
Bygone are the glints of yesterdays
As I gaze at the scar once revered:
Abated colors now take the place
Where once her name etched brilliantly:
M-A-R-Y inked in upper case
Is now lost unrecognizably.
As long as this mark’s a part of me
Mary remains in my reveries.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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The Garden Seat
Its former green is blue and thin,
And its once firm legs sink in and in;
Soon it will break down unaware,
Soon it will break down unaware.
At night when reddest flowers are black
Those who once sat thereon come back;
Quite a row of them sitting there,
Quite a row of them sitting there.
With them the seat does not break down,
Nor winter freeze them, nor floods drown,
For they are as light as upper air,
They are as light as upper air!
poem by Thomas Hardy
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You've Got to Let This Go
You want the upper hand.
You want to make demands.
You want it clear as crystal,
At your command.
But you've got to let this go!
You want the upper hand.
You want to make demands.
You want it clear as crystal,
At your command.
But you've got to let this go!
Yes you've got to let this go!
Then you want to fake a need,
That your need is there to please...
All the people,
That have you in a neck hold.
But you've got to let this go!
Yes you've got to let this go!
You want the upper hand.
But you've got to let this go!
You want to make demands.
Yes you've got to let this go!
And you want it clear as crystal,
At your command.
Then you want to fake a need,
That your need is there to please...
All the people,
That have you in a neck hold.
But,
You've...
Got to let this go!
Yes you've got to let this go!
Yes you've got to let this go!
Yes you've got to let this go!
You want the upper hand.
You want to make demands.
You want it clear as crystal,
At your command.
But you've got to let this go!
Yes you've got to let this go!
You want it clear as crystal,
At your command.
But you've got to let this go!
Yes you've got to let this go!
You want it clear as crystal,
At your command.
But you've got to let this go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hit The Floor
There are just too many times when people try to put their trust in me
Wondering when I think of you well I protect you out of courtesy
Too many times that I held on but when I didnt you push away
Afraid to say what is wrong and right, afraid to say what I need to say
Too many things that you say about me when Im not around
You think you have the upper hand and you got to put me down
Well I got so many sad thoughts of you its about as much as I can stand
So I wait till the upper hand is mine
One minute youre up top
(you better not want to draw)
Making a rough start
(just before you hit the floor)
One minute youre up top
(you better not miss a shot)
Making a rough start
(you think you won)
And then its all gone
So many people like me that put so much trust in all the lies
So concerned with better things and just say what we feel inside
So many people like me walk on eggshells all day long
All of those and all they want is to feel like Ive been stepped on
There are so many things you say that make me feel you cross the line
Watch this I will show you all I am counting down the time
Well I got so many sad thoughts of you its about as much as I can stand
So I wait till the upper hand is mine
One minute youre up top
(you better not want to draw)
Making a rough start
(just before you hit the floor)
One minute youre up top
(you better not miss a shot)
Making a rough start
(you think you won)
And then its all gone
I know I cant trust or see the way you say
And now I realise youre byast but youre right anyway
And now your eyes have got you thinking up for what you saw
I know now somethings got to fall
One minute youre up top
(you better not want to draw)
Making a rough start
(just before you hit the floor)
One minute youre up top
(you better not miss a shot)
Making a rough start
(you think you won)
And then its all gone
song performed by by Linkin Park
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Alone
He put the gum in his right
lower pocket, where it belonged;
The Certs in this heat melted, staining his right
upper pocket, a crying shame.
The green stone went in his left
upper pocket along with the key to nothing;
the robin's egg nestled in his left
lower pocket but never hatched.
He crisscrossed the flats between
the two rocky spires and, every day,
wished he had a compass
or to find anything that could control
his life's motion.
But he never found that thing,
except for thre head-bones of a cow,
and he could not contrive a place
for them, so he buried them and mourned:
Later on he died alone.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Altercation
He altercated
with Mrs Orbeck
on the stairs.
Something to do
with him
sneaking women
into his room at night.
None of your business
if I do, he’d said.
But it was of course,
written into the tenant’s
agreement he’d signed
the year before
when he’d been desperate
and she seemed nice.
I will not have
that kind of women
in this house of mine,
she’d boomed, rattling
the rafters, shaking
the windows in their frames.
He noticed as she spoke
a thin fine moustache
on her upper lip
where sweat seemed
to have gathered
threatening to jump
like some weary suicide
on the lip’s edge.
He promised her
he’d not have that
kind of women
in his room again.
She wiped her upper lip
to remove the sweat.
He thought her an ass,
she thought him a pain.
They never had (about
women at any rate)
an altercation again.
poem by Terry Collett
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Cloud Nine[Doin Fine]
Darling part of my life it wasnt very pretty. see, I was born and raised
In the slums of the city.it was a 1 room shack and slept 10 other children
Beside me.we hardly had enough food or room to sleep. it was hard times. i
Needed some thing to ease my troubled mind.
Listen, my father didnt know the meaning of work. he disrespected mama and
Treated us like dirt.i left home seeking a job that I never did find.depressed
And down hearted I took to cloud nine.
Im doin fine, up here, on cloud nine. listen 1 more time, Im doin fine, up
Here, on cloud nine.
Folks down there tell me, they say give your self a chance son dont let life
Pass you by,but the world of reality is a rat race where only the strongly
Survive.its a dog-eat-dog world and that aint no lie. it aint even safe no
More, to walk the streets at night.
Im doin fine, on cloud nine.
Let me tell you about cloud nine. cloud nine, you can be what you want to
Be,(cloud nine)you aint got no responsibilities,and every man,every man is
Free (cloud nine) your a million miles from reality, reality I wanna say upper,
Higher,upper, up, up and away.
I wanna say I love the life I live, and Im gonna live the life I love, up here
On cloud nine.
I, i, i, i, i, Im riding high on cloud nine.
Your as free as a bird in flight, (cloud nine)theres
No difference between day and night (cloud nine)its a world of love and
Harmony, (cloud nine) your a million miles from reality,reality wonna say
Upper,higher,upper, up,up and away. cloud nine you can be what you wanna
Be,(cloud nine)you aint got no responsibilities,(cloud nine)every man and his
Mind is free,your a million miles from reality, you can be what you wanna be.
Im feelin fine on cloud nine.
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Everybody gets everything handed to them. The rich inherit it. I don't mean just inheritance of money. I mean what people take for granted among the middle and upper classes, which is nepotism, the old-boy network.
quote by Toni Morrison
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It's funny how the hippies and the punks tried to get rid of the conservatives, but they always seem to get the upper hand in the end.
Politically speaking, you don't necessarily give away information that allows your enemy to get an upper hand. But at the same time you don't keep reality from the population.
quote by Dwight Schultz
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The five of Pentecost - to Marsilio Ficino
Sometimes you spell it out for us:
God’s earth – the matter of the universe,
holding without form at first,
all God’s love, grace, mercy, pardon,
as our earth which was yet to nourish;
God’s water – as His love,
flowing now; now binding hearts together;
baptizing with His grace;
God’s fire – that warms, consumes,
shines as the beauty of His blessing;
a light so bright, we cannot see His form..
What then, would you say
of God’s own air? That holy spirit,
that blows His grace as blow it will;
breathes through His boundless space
upon the souls in their own upper air;
And what then of God’s fifth element –
the ether, humming His vibrations?
what of the sound of God?
what may we listen to, or sound, of Him?
The upper room
of house, of soul;
a rushing, mighty wind
whose sound blew through their lives
with many voices; tongues of flame
around their heads;
and as much spirit, love, and grace,
and as much nourishment and daily bread
as man to man;
as soul to soul;
as godself to godself;
perhaps, as John said,
remembering that Pentecost -
one word.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Germany can generally only pay if the Corridor and Upper Silesia will be handed back to Germany from Polish possession, and if besides somewhere on the earth colonial territory will be made available to Germany.
quote by Hjalmar Schacht
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Grammar of beauty
The stress long, jet black, tightly plaited,
The eyes, fish like, black, brows blackened,
The face, moon shaped, yellow, with red lips,
And the bosom massive were once of beauty.
Jewels and silk in profuse adorned every part.
Short cut, dishevelled, unoiled is the hair,
Eyes and lips are kept in subdue with out paints,
The face of any shape, stripped of blush,
And the toned body are now taken for beauty.
Coarse garments without jewels adorn.
With the yellow skin, also came in dusky skin.
Plumpness went out and thinness came in.
Why is this somersault in beauty grammar?
Fashion is invented by the upper one and
Is caught by others to identify with the upper
02.10.2000, Vijayavada
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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