V Alloy Hollers
A rider on far route, reckless, consents,
to bolt down a pain of his life's gambling
to castigate his former self, and to extent,
his forcefulness silvery, morose rambling.
Fast shadow, tears the darkness to enter
another night; deathly destiny 's a scythe
outright he becomes his sins' repenter,
speeding on fatalistic heftiness to writhe.
A thousand cubic ways to be inviolable
unlighted sister Stygian, on solid torque,
a miss is partial to weak, a warrior to fable,
upon a slope of Winter ice, on Devil's fork.
One hundred forty power, solid to climb,
the mountain' icy slope, virile and brave,
noticeable by fog's Amadryads, and thyme,
estimable Nymphs amidst the oaks, wave.
And he, potent, proficient, of wedge keen,
ascends; to wipe out his detrimental flirt
to stunning, lovely forms of beauty sheen,
atrocious of a snowy sky, to muddy earth.
So, he ascends! An absolute, sightly winner,
bloody knees, grinding, on curves' asphalt,
marginally inclining, at his thousand's roar,
bullocky alloy V block, of steel and cobalt.
Ascends on mountain in thin air, equipotent,
entranced flakes that fall on own volition,
where the V alloy hollers, to death advertent
and dies as combustion ends with ignition.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Metzeler Handle
Tonight my thought returns to you;
transforming torque to motion;
a rider has another option,
to wait for new horizon's blue.
Upon slope's dark I shall vision,
the solitude of my lone hope,
the bike ascends on bold iced slope,
a scope of mind becomes incision.
Thus smiles of noons and dithered light,
confronting dark turn to my ail,
but joy is my speeding on trail,
where my apparitions hold tight.
Our story spreads, misty in air,
and is in front of stardom haze,
the rain reflests on a cold phase,
Suzuki steel block hollers blare.
And I observe a star that blinks,
road's ice piles in mind's stock answer,
an' wanders high, a ghost dancer,
infinity's railroad cold brinks.
So, I shall think of you scented,
again bend on my bike's black saddle,
thousand cubic-Metzeler handle,
raven blossom on skies sainted.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Evadne of Thrace
Out on the faraways of spring,
nimbus become his sky passage,
marginal trips fulfill his dreams,
his bike's tuned up in clouds' garage.
He rides on slope t' orrow bethel,
man's sanctum soul in cold embrace,
R-six steel block roars on methyl,
engage onto Mountainous Thrace.
On wet asphalt Metzelers hold,
titanic torque challenges death,
on border life and Thracian wold,
in Belstaff thinks not of digress.
The metal knee cups spark on ground,
snow flakes on his full face Shoei,
steep slopes resend untamed the sound,
and thousand cubic mean strings play!
Evadne of Thrace, and Strymon God,
accented verses' bestows badge,
amid the mists archaic bode,
his bike's tuned up in clouds' garage.
And there she waits betrothal rain,
Metzelers hold, that smile in air,
her whisper tracks, divine refrain,
as snow flakes lace the Thracian fare.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Speeding Down
Plummet slides in empty sky
strings a life along its cry,
my free fall is speeding down
deathly helmet is my crown;
Stringing end of darken cause,
mournful rainfall to recall
speeding down a deathly way
speeding bound the sky way.
The parachute will not overt,
this suicide is my subvert;
one hundred secs time to buy,
Falling down before I fly.
Hundred sixty going on high,
miles to kill, toasts to die,
where I recount waves on shores,
spin me down, spill my loss.
Open Hades' Stygian doors
life's a swallow of lost wars;
speeding down a deathly way.
speeding bound the sky way.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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One Hundred Thousand Marching
One hundred thousand marching
One hundred thousand men
One hundred thousand heading
To a place and a time when
One hundred thousand dying
One hundred thousand cold
One hundred thousand praying
Forever young and never old
One hundred thousand lives were lost
One hundred thousand felt the pain
One hundred thousand maimed and slaughtered
And yet those armies march again.
poem by David Keig
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Song Of Fellowship
IN ev'ry hour of joy
That love and wine prolong,
The moments we'll employ
To carol forth this song!
We're gathered in His name,
Whose power hath brought us here;
He kindled first our flame,
He bids it burn more clear.
Then gladly glow to-night,
And let our hearts combine!
Up! quaff with fresh delight
This glass of sparkling wine!
Up! hail the joyous hour,
And let your kiss be true;
With each new bond of power
The old becomes the new!
Who in our circle lives,
And is not happy there?
True liberty it gives,
And brother's love so fair.
Thus heart and heart through life
With mutual love are fill'd;
And by no causeless strife
Our union e'er is chill'd.
Our hopes a God has crown'd
With life-discernment free,
And all we view around,
Renews our ecstasy.
Ne'er by caprice oppress'd,
Our bliss is ne'er destroy'd;
More freely throbs our breast,
By fancies ne'er alloy'd.
Where'er our foot we set,
The more life's path extends,
And brighter, brighter yet
Our gaze on high ascends.
We know no grief or pain,
Though all things fall and rise;
Long may we thus remain!
Eternal be our ties!
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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You Dont Have To Move That Mountain
(written by keith whitley)
You dont have to move that mountain
Just help me lord to climb it
You dont have to move that stumblin block
Just show me the way around it
We must climb a great high mountain
To reach gods gracious kingdom
In his words youll find the strength
If you will just believe them
You dont have to move that mountain
Just help me lord to climb it
You dont have to move that stumblin block
Just show me the way around it
Well, the way is filled with pitfalls
And sometimes we may falter
You can have his grace, my friend
On your knees down at the altar
You dont have to move that mountain
Just help me lord to climb it
You dont have to move that stumblin block
Just show me the way around it
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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Elation
tonight
the moon slowly
ascends from the
deep brown river
it floats for a
while and then
rises gloriously
to the dark sky
a thousand stars
wait for
the moon
to fully glow
like you
on a night like this
the trees
are elated too
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Eden
In the hills
Where the slope ends
Huge rocks
As strings of sitar
To the water that flows
Haunted by village lasses
Singing to its tune
Washing clothes
And with awe the water flows
Tempts them to such an extent
Takes a plunge
Swirls
To caress them
Where the slope ends.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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King Of The Mountain
Come on
Im gonna climb the mountain
Im gonna hit the top
I wanna go where nobodys ever been
Im never gonna stop
Im gonna reign, Im gonna shine
Im gonna beat the ground
Im gonna shoot through the night like a shot gun
Im gonna get on down, I wanna get on down
Im the king of the mountain, Im the king of the mountain
Listen, dont try to save my soul from destruction
Im never gonna fall
Dont try to give me a piece of the action
Im gonna take it all
All the kings horses, all the kings men
Were gettin crazy again and again
Make up your mind, its time we get goin
Were gonna get on down, were gonna get on down
Im the king of the mountain, Im the king of the mountain
Im the king of the mountain, Im the king of the mountain
Yeah, now
Oh, yeah, king of the mountain
Say it, king of the mountain
Im the king of the mountain, Im the king of the mountain, yeah
Im the king of the mountain
And the winner takes it all, lets go, lets go, lets go
song performed by by Kiss
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Mommy And Daddy
by Micky Dolenz
M=Micky, C=Coco Dolenz, CR=Control Room (Chip Douglas)
M: ...or we could do...
C: Ha-ha, Micky, just do what they want...
CR: Do, uh, do both of these again...
Well, I'm an angry man, I sing an angry song,
Tell you, honey, it won't be long,
Well, I'll pack my bags, get out of here
With my guitar and a case of beer.
Well I'm going north and I'm going south,
Tell you, honey, better shut your mouth,
Well, I'll kick your head from here to hell,
You better know I can do it well.
Midnight train, rambling, rambling,
All night long I'm gambling, gambling,
Losing all my money, well, it really ain't so funny, hon,
Midnight train, rambling, rambling,
All night long I'm gambling, gambling,
Tell you what baby, well you better be moving on.
Well I really don't know I'm going for sure,
Ain't got a map and it ain't no tour,
I'm just heading out for the open sky,
Who knows, I might even die.
Well, don't you worry your pretty little head,
I never give a damn what I did or said,
That's why I'm packing to leave this place,
Can't stand to look at your cheating face.
Midnight train, rambling, rambling,
All night long I'm gambling, gambling,
Losing all my money, well, it really ain't so funny, hon,
Midnight train, rambling, rambling,
All night long I'm gambling, gambling,
Tell you what baby, well you better be moving on.
Well you treated me like a little boy
And you played around like I was a toy,
Guess you thought I'd have the blues,
Look whose crying, guess you lose.
Midnight train, rambling, rambling,
All night long I'm gambling, gambling,
Losing all my money, well, it really ain't so funny, hon,
Midnight train, r
song performed by by Monkees
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The Lover’s Morning Salute To His Mistress
Sleep'st thou, or wak’st thou, fairest creature?
Rosy morn now lifts his eye,
Numbering ilka bud which Nature
Waters wi’ the tears o’ joy.
Now, to the streaming fountain,
Or up the heathy mountain,
The hart, hind, and roe, freely, wildly-wanton stray;
In twining hazel bowers,
Its lay the linnet pours,
The laverock to the sky
Ascends, wi’ sangs o’ joy,
While the sun and thou arise to bless the day.
Phoebus gilding the brow of morning,
Banishes ilk darksome shade,
Nature, gladdening and adorning;
Such to me my lovely maid.
When frae my Chloris parted,
Sad, cheerless, broken-hearted,
The night’s gloomy shades, cloudy, dark, o’ercast my sky:
But when she charms my sight,
In pride of Beauty’s light—
When thro’ my very heart
Her burning glories dart;
’Tis then—’tis then I wake to life and joy!
poem by Robert Burns
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Friendly 'Adwise
Like a Kid behind a Goat, I came!
Frisking like a Lamb, I’as tame;
What happened next, ‘Tis a shame;
I wonder if ‘tis in life’s game!
This earthly life is not for name;
In life, we ought to be the same;
Condescending, help like a Crane;
Let duty, toil, become our aim.
Build friendship better than courtship;
Friend is one who helps in hardship;
Humbling oneself, be exalted;
Climb the ladder of life, humbled.
Life is short; let friendship long last;
Bring happy memoirs of the past;
Transient progress, should not cast,
A fast blotch in character fast.
Drink when you ensure ‘tis safe first;
Drink with care, only if you thirst;
Life’s ewer hath waters so deep!
Life’s ladder is climb’d but not steep.
Live life the best way possible;
God looks to rest impossible;
Work hard in life; Work like a sledge;
Misjudge not others; God will judge!
Man when skied, crashes to the ground;
Ascends a hill to tumble down;
Lost in forest, can you reach Home?
Walk on any road, yet reach Rome.
Steeper the fame-graph in life’s-hall;
The heavier the likely fall;
Accomplish life, tuned to His call;
Reach, we must that Abode for all.
Life is one of perilous vales;
Mountain-terrains, flash-floods and gales;
Trudging, we reach an unsafe place today,
Hoping haven in morrow’s way.
poem by John Celes
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Death Of A Favorite Chamber Maid
O death, thy power I own,
Whose mission was to rush,
And snatch the rose, so quickly blown,
Down from its native bush;
The flower of beauty doom'd to pine,
Ascends from this to worlds divine.
Death is a joyful doom,
Let tears of sorrow dry,
The rose on earth but fades to bloom
And blossom in the sky.
Why should the soul resist the hand
That bears her to celestial land.
Then, bonny bird, farewell,
Till hence we meet again;
Perhaps I have not long to dwell
Within this cumb'rous chain,
Till on elysian shores eve meet,
Till grief is lost and joy complete.
poem by George Moses Horton
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Curves
i love curves
like winding roads
that lull me
giving me such
needed rest
when i climb
mountain tops
for curves have
a way of making
things turn the
way they are not
and i marvel
about such
an intricacy
an art that winds
upon itself in
mystery, something
so profound
like what is that boa
hiding in its coils?
a pig? a goat?
a dog?
or a man?
curves heal
like a profound idea
entwining a man's mind
like a vine
delivering a yellow flower
to my lips
curves of a woman's body
like an argument that
wants to convince a stoical
and impartial jury
curves in my mind
not sharp not blunt not even piercing
but exaltingly stunning
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Light Of Success
Make your dark parts bright
By taking your life towards success light
Darkness fears from glow
Be a warrior and don't blow
Success is ageless for those
Who have confidence and faith in prose
Cowards are those who limit the success
Braves fight for causes and are life, masters
Walk alone if no one to help you
But to be brave and true-
To God and yourself always
Enhance your power and raise
Keep your legs on earth, but thoughts high
Think for new and try
Beware of opposing resistors
Be with positives and life readers
Life never ends for those who want achievements
It gives chance to all who show commitments
Make friends, but remember goal
Stand in moving streams like a solid pole.
poem by Shashank Dwivedi
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Niagara
I.
ROAR, raging torrent! and thou, mighty river,
Pour thy white foam on the valley below;
Frown, ye dark mountains! and shadow for ever
The deep rocky bed where the wild rapids flow.
The green sunny glade, and the smooth flowing fountain,
Brighten the home of the coward and slave;
The flood and the forest, the rock and the mountain,
Rear on their bosoms the free and the brave.
II.
Nurslings of nature, I mark your bold bearing,
Pride in each aspect and strength in each form,
Hearts of warm impulse, and souls of high daring,
Born in the battle and rear'd in the storm.
The red levin flash and the thunder's dread rattle,
The rock-riven wave and the war trumpet's breath,
The din of the tempest, the yell of the battle,
Nerve your steeled bosoms to danger and death.
III.
High on the brow of the Alps' snowy towers
The mountain Swiss measures his rock-breasted moors,
O'er his lone cottage the avalanche lowers,
Round its rude portal the spring-torrent pours.
Sweet is his sleep amid peril and danger,
Warm is his greeting to kindred and friends,
Open his hand to the poor and the stranger,
Stern on his foeman his sabre descends.
IV.
Lo! where the tempest the dark waters sunder
Slumbers the sailor boy, reckless and brave,
Warm'd by the lighting and lulled by the thunder,
Fann'd by the whirlwind and rock'd on the wave;
Wildly the winter wind howls round his pillow,
Cold on his bosom the spray showers fall;
Creaks the strained mast at the rush of the billow,
Peaceful he slumbers, regardless of all.
V.
Mark how the cheek of the warrior flushes,
As the battle drum beats and the war torches glare;
Like a blast of the north to the onset he rushes,
And his wide-waving falchion gleams brightly in air.
Around him the death-shot of foemen are flying,
At his feet friends and comrades are yielding their breath;
He strikes to the groans of the wounded and dying,
But the war cry he strikes with is, 'conquest or death!'
VI.
Then pour thy broad wave like a flood from the heavens,
Each son that thou rearest, in the battle's wild shock,
When the death-speaking note of the trumpet is given,
Will charge like thy torrent or stand like thy rock.
Let his roof be the cloud and the rock be his pillow,
Let him stride the rough mountain, or toss on the foam,
He will strike fast and well on the field or the billow,
In triumph and glory, for God and his home!
poem by Joseph Rodman Drake
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Solid concrete
rosy cheek against solid concrete
the cold sting of the world beneath me
a rivulet of tears runs with a slope
the peculiar smile of solitary satisfaction
the feelings turn into a numbness
which words cannot describe
the voices in my head have left me
a terrifying fact reveals itself
I am all alone
though the haunting echos will return
and my somber mind will infect
the growing darkness of my soul
their return comforts me
for the voices have become companions
they listen
but they smirk
at the sight of a young woman
laying alone on a solid concrete floor
poem by Danjele Loos
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Persephone
Persephone
Idea aborning in steps of deception,
becomes an aeromancy in free ether,
her airy amble chastens perception,
my image flies amid stratus to dither;
My life flies above landscapes empty;
Sorts out and recreates our embrace;
our Sun died, burden westward hefty;
and she, like twilight joined me, in lace;
Zephyr is blowing, subdued and unfit;
so, I welcome our solitude's amount;
a lone-spirited sentence of life, to emit,
our Idea lightless, of marginal bound;
Zephyr is blowing through our soul;
deception of a smile, glowering nifty;
her playful ample advances to extoll;
Hades is Inspiring my instincts thrifty;
I worship her shadow, as a dark veil;
waves in windy Odes, my heart's gain;
Obliterated I am, in a dance to mislay,
melodious Siren voices, flirt to retain;
Ironlike warrior, defender of her valor;
Equipotent, unassailable, of soul solid;
A deathly philosophy runs my candor;
On Lucent Destiny, from Charon stolid;
Persephone Maiden, warriors' beloved;
awaits on righteous paths, to accept,
my life-spent coerced, her hand gloved,
extends a Skull ring, betrothal to Sept!
Copyright © - G. V.- 02.19.2012
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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Set In Stone
There alive, die as I space you.
That's where I cease the spell.
The devil loves the pain.
Certain victims breath the pain.
Buried, weak the soul.
No more to you.
You're set in stone.
Bow at your feeds and thoughts.
Cold winter, freezing solid with your fights fooling where.
Hear voices say.
Tall toys gone.
Fell aside with heaps of fear.
Dreaded calls springs in year.
One attacks himself from them.
Feel your own spirit.
Spirit say.
Timeout your life.
What's wrong? Your wrong.
We're set in stone.
We're set in stone.
Strike of thirst, in hell its sought.
By devil night we bought.
Heaps of pain, tools of war.
Towards my painful ever sore.
We're set in stoneX4
Over by the trees behind.
Set in ourselves we find.
Power builds, where it hurts.
Come.
song performed by by Obituary
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Solid State
Live for the cause pain dies for
Deems real the shadows of the door
Set falls thru the halls of time
There dwells landfill's crime
You ask how ? Solid State !
Kill for the need sick lost time
Pidgeons falling to ground
Bury graves fill beyond lies
Deep bruise falling to die
You ask how ? Solid State !
Rot around pray their coming for you
The one to die predecessor
Taking the souls and trade what we want
The fabric of life we dont know deciding
Go to the place of sacrifice
With the jewels preventing access
Above with land kills battery
Encircle the weak preparing the souls of life
Rot around pray their coming for you
The one to die predecessor
Taking the souls and trade what we want
This fabric of life we take your blood or please take your blight and pain
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You ask how ? Solid State !
Live for the pain cause dies for
Deems real the shadows of the door
Set falls thru the halls of time
There dwells landfill's crime
You ask how ? Solid State !
Live for the cause pain dies for
Deems real the shadows of the door
Solid State
song performed by by Obituary
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