Nara
I have seen the leather belt around your waist and i know who you are,
And like the silver which was melted in the midst of the furnance;
For you are Nara in the Land of Beauty and i know your ways!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Deborah
Life is like Yazebel in Yezreel,
Life is like Yliyah the Tishbite,
And like á man wearing a leather belt around his waist;
But Milcom was the god of the pople of Ammon.
Yliyah and Ylisah set out from Gilgal and,
I have set out to write to you my sweet lover;
For behold! The building site of this city is very pleasant.
Of a chariot on fire!
Of many houses on fire!
But behold! The beauty of your body is very pleasant to see,
And you can be very productive again my sweet Deborah.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Silver Heels
Written by bob welch.
She came in like a hurricane
Wearing boots and diamond rings
With a fox fur on her shoulder
She set wondering
And I could tell she was feeling abandoned
Because she flashed a look across my way
She said hop for a ride
Youll never ask me but Ill tell you anyway
She took me out on the blackboard jungle
Put me straight in a hurricane
She hypnotized my eyes with her silver heeled ways
If I could sing like paul mccartney, or get funky like etta james
Id never change, Id never change, Id never change silver heeled ways
She came in and her flags were flying
She was a sailboat of sweet perfume
And I could see that her eyes were smiling
From across the room
Well I couldnt think of conversation
I was busy looking at her furs
She said hey, youll never ask me
So I guess Ill say the word
She took me out on the blackboard jungle
Put me straight in a hurricane
She hypnotized my eyes with her silver heeled ways
If I could sing like paul mccartney, and funky like etta james
Id never change, Id never change, no Id never change silver heeled ways
(silver, silver heels) thats what I mean
(silver) whoo talking bout silver (silver heels)
(silver) alright (silver heels)
Im talkin bout silver (silver) silver heels (silver)
She took me out on the blackboard jungle
Put me straight in a hurricane
She hypnotized my eyes with her silver heeled ways
If I could sing like paul mccartney, and funky like etta james
Id never change, no Id never change her, Id never change silver heeled ways
(silver) oooh silver heels
(silver) talkin bout silver heels
(silver) silver heels
(silver) thats what I mean...
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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My belt holds my pants up, but the belt loops hold my belt up. I don't really know what's happening down there. Who is the real hero?
quote by Mitch Hedberg
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Sea Captain
The merchandise of gold in the land of gold,
The merchandise of silver in the land of silver,
The merchandise of bronze in the land of bronze,
The merchandise of precious stones in the land of stones,
The merchandise of fine linen in the land of thread,
The merchandise of pearls in the land of pearls,
The merchandise of silk in the land of wool,
The merchandise of scarlet in the land of clothes,
The merchandise of ivory in the land of elephants,
The merchandise of scented wood in the land of timber,
The merchandise of brass in the land of metals,
The merchandise of precious wood in the land of trees,
The merchandise of wool in the land of sheep,
And the merchandise of marble in the land of marbles;
For this is the message to the sea captain.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In Green Melted Yellows
it was in green melted yellows
amid branches of rhyme,
hidden leaves of moisture
at the dryest of times
where i first let unspoken lips,
speak for the mind.
in green melted yellows
betwixt with bananas and thyme
and old dying man sighed
'love itself cannot rhyme'
though it echoes down ages of pages,
shadows and scenes
honeygrass lemons, and
aqua sunbeams.
it was wrapped in green melted yellows
where i then understood;
the beauty of two lovers drowning
over one alone and afloat.
poem by Eddie Frelford
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Sonnet On An Alpine Night
My hand, a little raised, might press a star-
Where I may look, the frosted peaks are spun,
So shaped before Olympus was begun,
Spanned each to each, now, by a silver bar.
Thus to face Beauty have I traveled far,
But now, as if around my heart were run
Hard, lacing fingers, so I stand undone.
Of all my tears, the bitterest these are.
Who humbly followed Beauty all her ways,
Begging the brambles that her robe had passed,
Crying her name in corridors of stone,
That day shall know his weariedest of days -
When Beauty, still and suppliant at last,
Does not suffice him, once they are alone.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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America The Melting Pot Land
Their fruits proud and confident with their knowledge of modern technology but,
historically sleeping. For some call America "The Heaven on Earth." This simply means, "As there are many
different ways of dying to go to heaven and so there are many different ways of entering
the United States of America. Since there are no differences in heaven between those
who died by road accidents and those who died in the Titanic, And so there are no
differences in America between their fruits, those with U.S. visas, those in stowaway
ships, those jumping over the fence or even bush roads. like heaven or one like America." For some call America "The Land of Dreams." But in their restless sleep with only one
hour to sleep and go back to work, their nightmare dreams are "evictions, Insurance
Bills, Car notes, Tax bills, a dream no longer at ease - "The Bills." Yet some call America "The Land of Opportunities." Indeed what wonderful
opportunities in the K.F.C. restaurants, Roy Rogers, Wendy's, McDonald's, the Great
Merrymaids Cleaning Companies. And what a smile the CVS drug store has for selling
Bengay Balsam, oops sleeping on a backache the next morning, a smile and everything is
fine. As a poet I am reminding their historically sleeping fruits that this land, this beloved
country, this portion of God's created earth, "America the Melting Pot Land." America the melting pot land is the only land on Earth folks flung and scattered from all
over the world with different backgrounds, colors, races, and languages and melted, and
blended, themselves never to be recognized. Although sometimes their zig zag tongues make their fruits ask them - Where are you
from? - In this melting pot land "America," only God could save their proud fruits with
whom they melted and blended. Thus violence has no color or race in this melting pot
land. I counted my blessing as ninth grade school drop out to be melting and blending myself
with intellectual poets in this melting pot land, "The United States of America."
poem by Binta Bundu
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Silver And Gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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When Memory ...
When memory of bygone days
My spirit would detain
Down long and often trodden ways
I travel the past again.
Above your house are lit as then
The same bright stars of old,
That shone those summer evenings when
My passion's tale I told.
And through the branches' silver lace
The moon peers from above.
As when midst lovers' warm embrace
We whispered of our love.
Our hearts a solemn vow then took
To love for ever and aye;
While tenderly the lilac shook
Its blossoms on our way.
Could ever such a love as ours
In night's oblivion wane,
While still among the thirsty flowers
The bubbling springs complain;
While still above the woods asleep
The moon her journey plies;
While still your lips their beauty keeps
And coaxing are your eyes?
poem by Mihai Eminescu
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Amazement
Amazement, a threat of deeds or expensive hearing,
More than the amazed beings, made to the ears of life.
An agony of glorious moments partakes in chieftains;
Their handiwork created being, all this and that,
With gold and silver and bronze, all of the riches.
Common amazements are like petals of a flower,
Do they not partake in beauty and attractive feelings?
The beautiful day is again this time, in these ways,
That is those ways - the ways of men who talk.
No storm manages a secret so that theatres are shocked,
Aloud be now that wearing the stones of mercy makes compassion.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Silver & Gold
Words and Music by Johnny Marks.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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The Expression of Beauty
The Expression of Beauty
Beauty is voluptuous
In its flesh where it
Was firm of flesh now has
A bit of fat around the waist
Beauty has grown gray with me
With its destination of age
Once it sat in my heart and meditated
On the times that I walked
The narrow streets in search
To the touch of unknown men
Beauty once called forth
My fancies to express what
I kept inside when I did hide
Behind the door of my heart’s desires
poem by David E. Patton
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Hell Bent For Leather
Seek him here, seek him on the highway
Never knowing when hell appear
All await, engines ticking over
Hear the roar as they sense the fear
Wheels! a glint of steel and a flash of light!
Screams! from a streak of fire as he strikes!
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Black as night, faster than a shadowcrimson flare from a raging sun
An exhibition, of sheer precision
Yet no one knows from where he comes
Fools! self destruct cannot take that crown
Dreams! crash one by one to the ground
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Theres many who tried to prove that theyre faster
But they didnt last and they died as they tried
Theres many who tried to prove that theyre faster
But they didnt last and they died as they tried
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Treadmill
The conveyor belt keeps rolling.
You stare straight ahead to the wall
And trek forward while the world stalls,
Hearing tapping feet repeating.
The conveyor belt keeps rolling.
Through your window, nature might call,
But you don't hear that—not at all.
You're closed in by your surroundings.
The conveyor belt keeps rolling.
Meanwhile, opportunity sprawls,
Begging you to escape the small,
Stationary steps to nothing.
The conveyor belt keeps rolling.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Manipulated Distrusting Days
Manipulated distrusting days.
And...
There seems no end to them.
Although we live them with a craze that stays.
We have been manipulated and we're not phased.
Manipulated distrusting days.
And...
We live dishonest and in cheating ways.
And...
To defend them not too many are offended.
In fact we're taught to end them we will be defeated.
We feed upon these days as selfish feeding beasts.
Loving to be greedy as if at an endless feast.
Manipulated distrusting days.
And...
We live dishonest and in cheating ways.
And...
To defend them not too many are offended.
In fact we're taught to end them we will be defeated.
Manipulated distrusting days.
And...
We feed upon these days as selfish feeding beasts.
Loving to be greedy as if at an endless feast.
Manipulated distrusting days,
And...
We're in the midst of them.
Until these days are finished.
We're in the midst of them,
And loving every minute.
Manipulated distrusting days,
And...
We're in the midst of them,
And loving every minute.
We're in the midst of them.
Until these days are finished.
We're in the midst of them,
As if we are committed.
We're in the midst of them.
We're in the midst of them.
Until these days are finished.
We're in the midst of them,
And we can't quit...
These manipulated distrusting days,
And...
We're in the midst of them,
And loving every minute.
Manipulated distrusting days!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Courtesy is a silver lining around the dark clouds of civilization; it is the best part of refinement and in many ways, an art of heroic beauty in the vast gallery of man's cruelty and baseness.
quote by Bryant H. McGill
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Ontological Insecurity
because you see me as
an instrument i have become
a spoon to you
sometimes a cup
you take a bite and you
pour something hot
and cold in my
vessel shaped soul
i have long wanted
that you see me as a body
a man
a person walking tall with my
dignity intact like
a belt around my waist
do not forget i am an individual
i have dreams
and i have pride
do not give me another name
i have been christened
and my name will always be
mine alone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Adorned Blue
She stood in a copacetic stance,
So bold and in perfect apparel,
The vision didnt appal me at all,
I saw beauty and rare excellence,
It was an embodiment of beauty,
In that moment of glee,
It was an adorned blue
Her waist twisted and narrowed,
Like that of wasps of the Amazon,
Her eyes providing a great beacon,
So innocent in point of reaction,
She never took an akimbo action,
Yet she remained in pure perfection,
Delighting my heart with great affection,
Such snaparazzi, sufficient satisfaction
The adorned blue did steal my sight,
The quadrilateral tiles did envy her,
As the black leather sofas paraised her,
She made the room complete,
Her posture didnt have any deceit,
Any man would long to so relate,
The cream walls marvelled at her,
The white ceiling did cover her grace,
She was cherubic, she was copacetic
She was arabic, she was marubic
She is the best of the beautiful few,
What I fell, if only she knew,
Her beauty so intense and real,
Sexier without immediate clue,
Brightening the colour with great hue,
She perfected and adorned blue
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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All the Riches of Royalty
The king sat in his silver bathtub one morning
And he realized, as he soaked in the soft bubbles
That you can not rule your kingdom from a silver bathtub
So he did what any other king in a silver bathtub would do-
He got out.
Looking down, he realized that he was standing on his silver rug
And as he dried his arms, he considered that perhaps
You cannot rule a kingdom from a silver bathroom rug
So he slowly stepped off of the rug, and watched the patterns of his feet
Disappear into the silver carpet.
The king walked over to his window and looked over his kingdom.
It lay below him, sparkling in all it's silver beauty
And as he watched, it seemed to come alive with people
Shining like silver in the warm sun
A tear rolled down his quietly down his cheek
And he pondered that
Maybe, just maybe
Being a king is not all that they say it is
poem by Fallen Too Far
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