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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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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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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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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We met with the poet Frank O'Hara, who was a link between Upper and Lower Bohemia, and who worked at the Museum of Modern Art, where we had hoped to do the readings.
quote by David Amram
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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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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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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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I love a lot of Colorado and upper Utah. I think some of the most beautiful terrain is upper BC.
It's not a matter of upper and lower class but of being up a while and down a while.
Elusive Words
I haven't really got the time
To put together the perfect rhyme.
All the words are tumbled tossed
Some go missing, some are lost.
I give my best with each line
But the words have no incline.
I put them in an ordered square
But when I look they are not there.
It seems they are an elusive lot
And try to tie me in a knot
Make me give an angry frown
I simply cannot tie them down.
Giving me the run around
Sneaking off with out a sound.
I pull my hair out by the root
They all think it such a hoot.
Although they put me to the test
I try to see them at their best,
All this heart ache they would save
If only the would, just behave.
So I say to you my friend
They're only words in the end.
Be they upper or lower case,
Words need keeping in their place.
poem by Paul Brookes
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High Altitude Mindset
The higher the altitude
the lower the I.Q.
test me here
at the top
the upper the storey
the higher thoughts
I could have
Thanks for having
not the extreme imaginative mind
just the strange one..........
poem by Rommelmarkmarchan Best Poems
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It is not a matter of upper and lower class but of ups and downs.
I Am Not Fraction
I am not a fraction
I am not a sum to solve
Nothing is required
To know me at all.
I am here a hero
Not to turn zero
No upper no lower
And I am not in any row.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Moody
Have you seen
When he makes
Love to you…
Sometimes,
You want to be
Touched all over
Sometimes,
Only the upper
Sometimes,
Only the lower
Sometimes,
All the parts
Sometimes,
Just bits and
Parts…
Why does
Your mind
Make you so
Moody ~
About your
Body?
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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But Whole
No fraction but whole
No part no term
No denominator
No numerator
No zero
No alteration
Value more and more
And the common factor
In both upper and lower
Number non-zero
And always assured.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The middle class
Illicit relation is easy
In lower and upper classes, where
Rank is too low or too high to mind.
Only the middle class prohibits it.
17.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Upper Bohemia people wore tuxedos in an art gallery, and Lower Bohemia was all of us.
quote by David Amram
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L'An Trentiesme De Mon Eage
And I have come upon this place
By lost ways, by a nod, by words,
By faces, by an old man's face
At Morlaix lifted to the birds,
By hands upon the tablecloth
At Aldebori's, by the thin
Child's hands that opened to the moth
And let the flutter of the moonlight in,
By hands, by voices, by the voice
Of Mrs. Whitman on the stair,
By Margaret's 'If we had the choice
To choose or not - 'through her thick hair,
By voices, by the creak and fall
Of footsteps on the upper floor,
By silence waiting in the hall
Between the doorbell and the door,
By words, by voices, a lost way - ,
And here above the chimney stack
The unknown constellations sway -
And by what way shall I go back?
poem by Archibald MacLeish
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In Your Own Ways
You are smart in your own ways
you are lovely in your own ways
you are beautiful in your own ways
You smile in your own ways
So crazy in your own ways
The madness of your own ways
such mysterious in your own ways
Those eyes of your own ways
You inspire me in your own ways
You talk in you own ways
you love me in your own ways
You suprise me in your own ways
Your kindness of its own kind
Your love of its own loveliness
your touch of its own comfort
And your kisses of its own sweetness
There is nothing so much worth to
treasure in my own ways than the
sweet memories of your own ways
Your life in your own ways
changes mine in its own way
God must have taken His own time
for sush a creation of its own kind
With everything in its own way
I must live your way.
poem by Moffat Mbuzi
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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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