There was a Young Lady of Troy,
Whom several large flies did annoy;
Some she killed with a thump,
Some she drowned at the pump,
And some she took with her to Troy.
quote by by Edward Lear
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Lady Gaga
She has 'it'!
But what is 'it'...
That everyone admits,
Is hip?
It's that staccato,
That belongs to Lady Gaga.
The beat is fresh and really rips.
No one who hears it can just sit.
She came upon the scene as Lady Gaga.
'Gimme lights.
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Step left to right.
And shake my rear.
With nuevo class.
And a bass that pumps.
Rock nonstoppin'
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de thump.
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de thump.
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de thump.
Feel that thump! '
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Step left to right.
And shake my rear.
With nuevo class.
And a bass that pumps.
Rock nonstoppin'
Feel that thump
de thump.
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de thump.
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de thump.
Feel that thump! '
It's that staccato,
That belongs to Lady Gaga.
'Gimme lights.
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And shake my rear.
With nuevo class.
And a bass that pumps.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Troy Town
HEAVENBORN Helen, Sparta's queen,
(O Troy Town!)
Had two breasts of heavenly sheen,
The sun and moon of the heart's desire:
All Love's lordship lay between.
(O Troy's down,
Tall Troy's on fire!)
Helen knelt at Venus' shrine,
(O Troy Town!)
Saying, “A little gift is mine,
A little gift for a heart's desire.
Hear me speak and make me a sign!
(O Troy's down,
Tall Troy's on fire!)
“Look, I bring thee a carven cup;
(O Troy Town!)
See it here as I hold it up,—
Shaped it is to the heart's desire,
Fit to fill when the gods would sup.
(O Troy's down,
Tall Troy's on fire!)
“It was moulded like my breast;
(O Troy Town!)
He that sees it may not rest,
Rest at all for his heart's desire.
O give ear to my heart's behest!
(O Troy's down,
Tall Troy's on fire!)
“See my breast, how like it is;
(O Troy Town!)
See it bare for the air to kiss!
Is the cup to thy heart's desire?
O for the breast, O make it his!
(O Troy's down,
Tall Troy's on fire!)
“Yea, for my bosom here I sue;
(O Troy Town!)
Thou must give it where 'tis due,
Give it there to the heart's desire.
Whom do I give my bosom to?
(O Troy's down,
Tall Troy's on fire!)
“Each twin breast is an apple sweet.
(O Troy Town!)
Once an apple stirred the beat
Of thy heart with the heart's desire:—
Say, who brought it then to thy feet?
(O Troy's down,
Tall Troy's on fire!)
“They that claimed it then were three:
(O Troy Town!)
For thy sake two hearts did he
Make forlorn of the heart's desire.
Do for him as he did for thee!
(O Troy's down,
Tall Troy's on fire!)
“Mine are apples grown to the south,
(O Troy Town!)
Grown to taste in the days of drouth,
Taste and waste to the heart's desire:
Mine are apples meet for his mouth.”
(O Troy's down,
Tall Troy's on fire!)
Venus looked on Helen's gift,
(O Troy Town!)
Looked and smiled with subtle drift,
Saw the work of her heart's desire:—
“There thou kneel'st for Love to lift!”
(O Troy's down,
Tall Troy's on fire!)
Venus looked in Helen's face,
(O Troy Town!)
Knew far off an hour and place,
And fire lit from the heart's desire;
Laughed and said, “Thy gift hath grace!”
(O Troy's down,
Tall Troy's on fire!)
Cupid looked on Helen's breast,
(O Troy Town!)
Saw the heart within its nest,
Saw the flame of the heart's desire,—
Marked his arrow's burning crest.
(O Troy's down,
Tall Troy's on fire!)
Cupid took another dart,
(O Troy Town!)
Fledged it for another heart,
Winged the shaft with the heart's desire,
Drew the string and said, “Depart!”
(O Troy's down,
Tall Troy's on fire!)
Paris turned upon his bed,
(O Troy Town!)
Turned upon his bed and said,
Dead at heart with the heart's desire—
“Oh to clasp her golden head!”
(O Troy's down,
Tall Troy's on fire!)
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Epitaph on King Priam of Troy
Priam, the Trojan king
Lies in a great peace.
Lies he there
The city of Troy,
Where no more is joy.
Caused by Paris’s ploy,
Thought the city was a toy.
So brought the coil
And Troy, received it, as a spoil,
As the Greeks took the coil, away
And Troy, in ruins, alas.
poem by Deepta Protik Osman
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Helen of Troy - Clerihew
Helen of Troy
In Paris, found her blue-eyed boy.
Short lived was her joy,
Greeks destroyed Troy.
poem by Khadim Hussain
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There was an old person of Troy,
Whose drink was warm brandy and soy,
Which he took with a spoon,
By the light of the moon,
In sight of the city of Troy.
quote by by Edward Lear
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War Can Destroy
When all around me
There is war
Please do not destroy
Me - I am Keeng Royalness Troy
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Written By: Royalness Troy Turner,
Keeng Of England In Canada North America
poem by Royalness Troy Turner
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Unfaithfulness
When Thetis and Peleus got married
Apollo stood up at the sumptuous wedding feast
and blessed the bridal pair
for the son who would come from their union.
'Sickness will never visit him,' he said,
'and his life will be a long one.'
This pleased Thetis immensely:
the words of Apollo, expert in prophecies,
seemed a guarantee of security for her child.
And when Achilles grew up
and all Thessaly said how beautiful he was,
Thetis remembered the god's words.
But one day some elders came in with the news
that Achilles had been killed at Troy.
Thetis tore her purple robes,
pulled off rings, bracelets,
flung them to the ground.
And in her grief, remembering that wedding scene,
she asked what the wise Apollo was up to,
where was this poet who spouts
so eloquently at banquets, where was this prophet
when they killed her son in his prime?
And the elders answered that Apollo himself
had gone down to Troy
and with the Trojans had killed her son.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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The Ships to Troy
1
I saw a ship,
Burning gold
And she is off
To the city of Troy.
2
I saw another ship,
Burning jewels
Off she goes
To the city of Troy.
3
The ship will all
Return soon
And the ship of gold
Was sold at Troy.
4
I saw a boat
Made of steels,
And last she goes
To the city I know.
poem by by unknown author
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The Sound Of Youth Passing
Why is it
that little children
who weigh
almost nothing
move like a herd of elephants?
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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About Troy
1
Troy O Troy
an archeologist
will sift your ashes through his fingers
yet a fire occurred greater than that of the Iliad
for seven strings--
too few strings
one needs a chorus
a sea of laments
and thunder of mountains
rain of stone
--how to lead
people away from the ruins
how to lead
the chorus from poems--
thinks the faultless poet
respectably mute
as a pillar of salt
--The song will escape unharmed
It escaped
with flaming wing
into a pure sky
The moon rises over the ruins
Troy O Troy
The city is silent
The poet struggles with his own shadow
The poet cries like a bird in the void
The moon repeats its landscape
gentle metal in smoldering ash
2
They walked along ravines of former streets
as if on a red sea of cinders
and wind lifted the red dust
faithfully painted the sunset of the city
They walked along ravines of former streets
they breathed on the frozen dawn in vain
they said: long years will pass
before the first house stands here
they walked along ravines of former streets
they thought they would find some traces
a cripple plays
on a harmonica
about the braids of a willow
about a girl
the poet is silent
rain falls
poem by Zbigniew Herbert
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No second Troy
How could I reproach her
that she brings destruction to me,
turns my whole life upside down
and aimless hate rather than love
radiates from her.
How was she able
to estrange me from work
and the people in the street
with slander,
that goes over whole continents,
with robbery, lies and curses
that rain down purposelessly.
Where could she find peace
with a spirit that devours
every thing around her
like a fire from hell,
while she thinks that she’s honourable
and her beauty greater
than that of the girls of today,
was enough to drive any man
to madness.
No second Troy would she burn,
no, the whole world would be aflame
if she could reach her hands to it.
[Reference: No second Troy by William Butler Yeats.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Pump It
Ooh pump it!!!
One step up
and 2 steps down
I keep on knockin'
but you won't come down
face the fact
we both know
come on honey now I won't let go
Everybody's crazy
all right
Everybody's moving
that's right
wanna be your baby
all night
come on be my baby
Hey pump it
Hey pump it
Hey pump it
ooh pump it !!!
All I need
is 4 you to say
come on baby
won't you come my way
all I want
is to make you see
that baby
you belong to me
Everybody's crazy
all right
Everybody's moving
that's right
wanna be your baby
all night
come on be my baby
Hey pump it
Hey pump it
Hey pump it
ooh pump it
Tell me now
what do you see?
Do you wanna have
a peace of me?
come on
let me hear you scream
na na na yeah
Make a wish
close your eyes
a kiss and fantasise...
Hey pump it
Hey pump it
Hey pump it
ooh pump it!!!
song performed by by X-Session
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Pump It
Ooh pump it!!!
One step up
and 2 steps down
I keep on knockin'
but you won't come down
face the fact
we both know
come on honey now I won't let go
Everybody's crazy
all right
Everybody's moving
that's right
wanna be your baby
all night
come on be my baby
Hey pump it
Hey pump it
Hey pump it
ooh pump it !!!
All I need
is 4 you to say
come on baby
won't you come my way
all I want
is to make you see
that baby
you belong to me
Everybody's crazy
all right
Everybody's moving
that's right
wanna be your baby
all night
come on be my baby
Hey pump it
Hey pump it
Hey pump it
ooh pump it
Tell me now
what do you see?
Do you wanna have
a peace of me?
come on
let me hear you scream
na na na yeah
Make a wish
close your eyes
a kiss and fantasise...
Hey pump it
Hey pump it
Hey pump it
ooh pump it!!!
song performed by by X-Session
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Pump Me Up
Yo Jeff baby lets keep it ol skool
Pump Pump Pump Pump Me Up
Haha
Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince back together
Now Jeff look go ahead and warm that thing up boy
Warm that thing up
Pump Pump Pump Pump Me Up
What
A-ight now you
Look I know its been a minute since we did this thing
But I want you to go ahead you get ready
Cause we gonna tear this place down
Jazzy blaze
Comin with it
Say what say what
Strike the flame up
*Pump Pump Pump Pump Me Up*
Right haha
Now Jeff do that thing where you snatch it back
*Pump Me Up*
Wooh haha DJ Jazzy Jeff
Look boy you know we don't miss a step when we do this thing
Now give me that quick scratch quick scratch
Pump Pump Pump Pump Me Up
Uh Now Jeff everywhere I go everybody ask me
"Look you and Jeff
song performed by by Will Smith from Willennium
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Serenade
THE western wind is blowing fair
Across the dark Ægean sea,
And at the secret marble stair
My Tyrian galley waits for thee.
Come down! the purple sail is spread,
The watchman sleeps within the town,
O leave thy lily-flowered bed,
O Lady mine come down, come down!
She will not come, I know her well,
Of lover's vows she hath no care,
And little good a man can tell
Of one so cruel and so fair.
True love is but a woman's toy,
They never know the lover's pain,
And I who loved as loves a boy
Must love in vain, must love in vain.
O noble pilot tell me true
Is that the sheen of golden hair?
Or is it but the tangled dew
That binds the passion-flowers there?
Good sailor come and tell me now
Is that my Lady's lily hand?
Or is it but the gleaming prow,
Or is it but the silver sand?
No! no! 'tis not the tangled dew,
'Tis not the silver-fretted sand,
It is my own dear Lady true
With golden hair and lily hand!
O noble pilot steer for Troy,
Good sailor ply the labouring oar,
This is the Queen of life and joy
Whom we must bear from Grecian shore!
The waning sky grows faint and blue,
It wants an hour still of day,
Aboard! aboard! my gallant crew,
O Lady mine away! away!
O noble pilot steer for Troy,
Good sailor ply the labouring oar,
O loved as only loves a boy!
O loved for ever evermore!
poem by Oscar Wilde
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Troy
I’ve been counting down the days to
see the shoeing of my beautiful horse
bandit
he has bad feet because
he was run hard in barrel racing
and put away wet
by the people who owned him before I did
I was taking my last ride on him
for the week
or that’s what I thought
at 3pm troy drove up
I told him all the angles he needed to shoe
my baby
I let him be and do his thing
I came back a hour latter see how he was doing
and to offer some water
cause of
the kind hearted person I am
he said I may have to stay off bandit for a while
I didn’t think that meant
A WHOLE YEAR
that man messed bandit’s feet up so bad that now
I couldn’t ride him for a year
it wasn’t fair to bandit he didn’t do anything
to deserve a whole year of pain
It wasn’t fair to me either cause
that is one of the strongest way to build your confidence up
and bond with your horse
I love riding horses
I have 11 other horses
I have to ride on a normal day
but bandit is my baby
and my best friend
and when you mess with my friends
you’ve crossed the line
but when you’ve messed with my horse
if I could I’ll screw over your life
cause when you do that you’ve gone way to far
y’all
my horse is my best friend
my companion
my bond for life
my everything
why my horse troy
why bandit
why troy
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Fall of Troy
Learnt from Chapman's Homer*
A story full of grace and glamour
Killings of Royals, warriors and multitude
Fall of Troy is
A melodrama of ancient attitude
Sans Merci, sans certitude
War that was waged in heaven
Amongst deities of love wedding and wisdom**
To be crowned as fairest of heavenly kingdom,
Poor Prince from Trojan race
Chose to settle that celestial FACE
Ah! This sin of Paris was un-forgiven
***Brought thousands ships towards Trojan haven.
The wall of Troy
Besieged by savage and sages
For term of ten years ages
Prince Hector the decent, daredevil
Embraced Achilles` wrath and kissed the peril.
Days and nights, round the clock
Trojans, Achaeans clashed like a giant rocks
Hector, Aeneas, Paris, Agenor and Sarpedon****
Achilles, Odysseus, Ajax, Patroclus and Agamemnon*****
For worthless love and fairy******
Troy lost her grace and glory
poem by Gulsher john
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Passion(s) ...
Passion …
A Breathless – Flight
Into Beautiful, Light
then … Floating Languorously Down
into Red, Rose Petals and Our Arms Around…
Passion …
Oh You Daring-Dancing Flames
Unashamedly Blaze
You Mesmerizing Sight
adds to This Mist-Fall Night
Intense, Consuming, Sparks, and Touch Flickering
… Gold-Glow and Warmth and Whispers, Lingering…
Passion …
not just – Romeo and Juliet or Paris and Helen of Troy
not just the Fascination of a Young Girl and a Boy
but also: God and His Son, The Arts, and Songs, like ‘Ode To Joy’
and Dancing and Chocolate, Ice Cream and Chunky-Chips-Ahoy’
and when I’m Writing or Reading Poetry… Please Do Not Annoy!
I’m Happy as a Child, Playing with my Pen and Paper Toys…
Passion …
I am Pliant in Its Hands … and I am Yielding to the Pleasures
of My Passion(s)
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Frosty The Snowman
Frosty the Snowman
Was a jolly happy soul
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
And two eyes made out of coal
Frosty the Snowman
Is a fairytale they say
He was made of snow
But the children know
How he came to life one day
There must have been some magic
In that old silk hat they found
For when they placed it on his head
He began to dance around
Frosty the Snowman
Was alive as he could be
And the children say
He could laugh and play
Just the same as you and me
Frosty the Snowman
Knew the sun was hot that day
So he said let's run
And we'll have some fun
Now before I melt away
Down to the village
With a broomstick in his hand
Running here and there all around the square
Saying catch me if you can
He led them down the streets of town
Right to the traffic cop
And he only paused a moment when
He heard him holler stop
Frosty the Snowman
Had to hurry on his way
But he waved goodbye
Saying don't you cry
I'll be back again some day
Thumpety thump thump
Thumpety thump thump
Look at Frosty go
Thumpety thump thump
Thumpety thump thump
Over the hills of snow
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Love's Bower.
On the white bosom, 'tween the breasts
Of Helen Love has made his bower,
As in a sweet and secret tower
Where mid the world's decay he rests —
A bridegroom in his dream's desire
With the imperial bride whose brow
Is great with beauty now,
Whose eyes have the old fire
That in their passion's joy
Burnt to a cinder on the towers of Troy!
All youths and virgins may go there,
And thence their hearts as torches light,
Fragrant and fresh as new-born air
In the old world's serenest might —
May learn from Love and his warm mate
The secret of the tender tune
Of that long honeymoon,
That like the fire of Fate
Still in their passion's joy
Burns to a cinder on the towers of Troy!
poem by Robert Crawford
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