Legs, hands, legs, hands, the city grinds to a halt
when they took the subway
they threw bombs
they threw bombs
shrill, shrill, shrill,
the screams, screams, screams
louder than the train's engine
legs, hands, legs
hands, legs, hands everywhere
could not get the train going
could not get the city going
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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We have no faith in ourselves. I have never met a woman who, deep down in her core, really believes she has great legs. And if she suspects that she might have great legs, then she's convinced that she has a shrill voice and no neck.
quote by Cynthia Heimel
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Screaming pain
The silent screams inside
Nobody does hear
But me.
The screams of fear.
The screams of pain.
The screams of past pain endured.
No body knows.
The screams of hurt.
The screams that huant.
The screams of despair.
The screams of loneliness.
The screams of death.
Im screaming inside out.
With nobody to hear
Im screaming with pain.
Im screaming and screaming
Let me forget
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Torture
I'm in the room without a light
The room without a view
I'm here for one more treacherous night
Another night with you
It tortures me to move my hands
To try to move at all
And pulled
My skin so tight it screams
And screams and screams
And pulls some more
Hanging like this
Like a vampire bat
Hanging like this
Hanging on your back
I'm helpless again
My body is cut and broken
It's shattered and sore
My body is cut wide open
I can't stand anymore
It tortures me to move my hands
To try to move at all
And pulled
My skin so tight screams
And screams and screams
And screams some more
Hanging like this
Like a vampire bat
Hanging like this hanging on your back
Oh it's torture
And i'm almost there
It's torture
But i'm almost there
It's torture
But i'm almost there
It's torture
But i'm almost there
song performed by by Cure
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Cricket's Love Song
cricket's shrill
courting love
each shrill digs
at my lonely heart
each shrill
an extra inch
of lonelines
cricket's shrill
a field of love songs
not even one for me
each shrill chills
this lonely heart
cricket's shrill
courting love
i wonder whether
she would come
for this late night tryst
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Leg
I know your legs are
On the legs of Baali the demon king
I know your legs are
On the head of Bharata your brother
I know your legs are on the
Head of Uddhaba your follower.
You have no leg I heard.
I Know you are present everywhere
Everytime and in everybody.
I do not know what a leg is.
I know the insect has six legs
I know the animal has four legs
I know the bird has two legs.
Your leg is my project paper
I do not know howmany legs you have
I do not know I a leg is.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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She Screams
She screams in pain,
She screams out your name,
Watch her suffer,
Suffer into the darkness,
Tomorrow will bring another day,
A day of freedom,
She once thought,
She screams for help,
No one hears her,
A dead silence,
Watch as her friends turn their back on her,
Watch as she bleeds for them,
She hears the howling of the wind,
Knowing that no one can't hear her crying,
She screams,
Screams in agony,
Does anyone hear her,
Does anyone care,
She screams for you,
She screams one last time hoping that someone would hear her,
What will become of her,
Is this girl me or someone else.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Hot Legs
(rod stewart)
Whos that knocking on my door
Its gotta be a quarter to four
Is it you again coming round for more
Well you can love me tonight if you want
But in the morning make sure youre gone
Im talkin to you
Hot legs, wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in school
I love you honey
Gotta most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you dont understand
Im a working man
Gonna need a shot of vitamin e
By the time youre finished with me
Im talking to you
Hot legs, youre an alley cat
Hot legs, you scratch my back
Hot legs, bring your mother too
I love you honey
Imagine how my daddy felt
In your jet black suspender belt
Seventeen years old
Hes touching sixty four
You got legs right up to your neck
Youre making me a physical wreck
Im talking to you
Hot legs, in your satin shoes
Hot legs, are you still in school
Hot legs, youre making me a fool
I love you honey
Hot legs, making your mark
Hot legs, keep my pencil sharp
Hot legs, keep your hands to yourself
I love you honey
Hot legs, youre wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, youre still in school
I love you honey
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Silent screams
Can you hear it?
The silent screams.
The screams that come from my hart.
My life was invaded.
And the pain lingers on.
It hurts God it really hurts.
The silent screams in my head.
I hear them but can you?
I hear them cos I'm screaming them.
But they are silenced by my fear.
Silent screams silent screams.
This is all I had when you did what you did.
Silent screams.
Emobolised by fear.
And overpowered by you.
I couldnt do a thing.
Except have silent screams.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Kimo's About Nature In The City
The thunder branches, crackling down blue-white,
on the inner eye the power
of God is lingering.
*
At the old pond each raindropp circles out wide
before a fish gleaming gold
brake through the calm surface
*
With the first cold rain shower that is falling
steam hisses in snow white clouds
reaching up to heaven
*
No croaking frog or cricket that screams shrill
can be heard above the noise
of a train and lorries.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Fire and Screams
You called my name
Urgently called my name
But I didn't hear you
Through the fire and screams
I looked for you
Desperately looked for you
But I couldn't find you
There was fire and screams
Hiding that I think of you
Every few minutes, I should say
Just hold on to me
Through that fire, those screams
Trust won't break through the fire and screams
It will grow against gravity
The gravity of moments that took my breath away
The pull of me and you, the right choice
The urging to stay calm
Through the fire and screams
But then there's always the evil gravity
The gravity of uncertainty, of fears
The pull of loneliness and tears
The urging to scream, to add to those screams
That fire, those screams
I looked for you
Frantically looked for you
But I couldn't find you
Through the fire and screams
Goodbye x
As I watch the old house burn
with those feirce flames
my heart begins to pound like thunder
Screams passing threw my ears, my head
What have I done? !
I catch one more glimps
Then I ran
I ran as fast as my legs could go worried of followers, witnesses
I didnt think
I didnt know
I was Scared, Frightened! !
Turning around slowly, i see my childhood appear
Me running to the neighbours house
this is where my parents were murdered
and now i have just committed the same crime
The massive flames caught in my eye as i watch it burn
I wanted to die
I dropped
Laying there for two minutes
screaming still going threw my head
I slowly stand up
Pacing towards the house thinking, wondering
step by step i thought
then i ran in faster then the speed of light
I went
I went in the house of flames
I carried out 3 people then went back in
I searched and scanned all the room
My clothes on fire
Then i sat down quietly
i stayed there until my life was taken
Two seconds before a roar louder then a pack of lions
was my way of saying
GoodBye x
poem by MeganOlivia Maxwell
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How Could They Dare To Kill The Crowd?
I stood straight
Legs were one foot wide
Fingers were one inch apart
Suddenly, I threw my hands up.
They might be racist
They might be fascist
I was in front of them
And asked them to kill me first.
They shouted at me but I shouted louder
They went away from me out of fear
I knew each and every one of them but a coward
They always move and come in crowd
So I thundered alone like a lightening cloud.
To every one it became well known
If they could not kill me alone
So I sat down to ponder and wondered!
How could they dare to kill the crowd?
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Assault & Battery
The lives were taken
For feasts at the table
A life of misery
Ending with a shock
Brutal murder (brutal murder)
All hands to the slaughter
Mass torture
All hands to the knife
And I can hear the screams
With the knife, the jolt, the wring
They must follow in our dreams
Carrying a twisted sting
Childrens stories with their farmyard favourites
At the table in a different disguise
Dont talk to me of health
Or something someone else will do
Were talking about the act
Of taking life for me and you
And I hear their screams
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Keep Your Hands Off Her
(huddie ledbetter/turner)
Keep your hands off her
Keep them big mitts down
Keep your hands off her
So keep them big mitts down
So keep your hands off her, hear what I say
She dont belong to you
Shes a heavy hipped mama
Got them great big legs
Shes a heavy hipped mama
She got them great big legs
Shes a heavy hipped mama, got them great big legs
Got just what it takes, oh yeah
Keep your hands off her
Keep them big mitts down
Keep your hands off her
So keep them big mitts down
So keep your hands off her, hear what I say
She dont belong to you
Well, her name is josie
Yes, her name is josie
Well, her name is josie
Yes, her name is josie
Well, her name is josie, but she aint so nosy
But mmmm, she sure is cozy
One more
Keep your hands off her
Keep them big mitts down
Keep your hands off her
So keep them big mitts down
So keep your hands off her, hear what I say
She dont belong to you
She dont belong to you
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Swimming
i swim through this world
through two eyes,
two hands, . legs
i swim through this world
my hands, legs
and physique
the only setbacks
i swim through this world
covered with body, air, water,
everything that you can see
and - cannot see
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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For Michael Hicky
I heard the screams
Of what was told
The screams
Of a man
Who should
Have been free
They chained him
They beat him
But they
Could never defeat him
As he stands alone
On a rooftop of hope
His mother pleads
Please set my son free
Three months long
On a roof with no sun
Just the wind
And the snow
His mind and body broken
But a soul so strong
Years of his life taken
All from
When he was seventeen
How could
Any man go on
I heard the screams
Of what was told
The screams
Of a man
Who was set free
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Love Train
People all over the world
Join hands
Start a love train, love train
People all over the world
Join hands
Get on the love train, love train
The first stop that well make
Will be england
Tell all the folks in russia,
In china, too (get on board)
Dont you know
Its time to get on board
(its time to get on board)
Let this train keep on ridin,
Ridin on through
Ridin on through
People all over the world
Join hands
Start a love train, love train
People all over the world
Join hands
Get on the love train, love train
All of you brothers
Over in africa (come on now, people)
Tell all the folks in egypt,
In israel, too
Please dont miss this train
At the station
cause if you miss it,
I feel sorry, sorry for you
Sorry for you
People all over the world
Join hands
Start a love train, love train
People all over the world
Join hands
Get on the love train, love train
People all over the world
Join hands
Start a love train, love train
People all over the world
Join hands
Get on the love train, love train
People all over the world
(repeat with following ad lib)
Start it up, start it up
Come on, people
Were gonna ride, ride
Sisters and brothers, come on
Start a love train
(repeat and fade with ad lib)
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Janice and You at Waterloo Station
At Waterloo Station
the steam engines
puffed powerful steam
reaching up
to the rooftop
and you stood there
hands in your pockets
your nose sniffing in
the white and grey smell
you can taste it
on your tongue
and Janice beside you
her eyes looked up
at the rooftop
as the steam
reached high
her hands clutching
the small bag
I want to be a train driver
when I'm older
you said
I want to smell
that smell
and breathe in
that steam and shovel
coal in the engine
maybe you will
Janice said
maybe you'll be
on a train like that
big and black
and powerful
she put her hand
under your arm
and squeezed
Gran said we can be
what we want
if we want it
bad enough
Janice added
you felt her hand
under your arm
sensed her squeeze it
we went to the seaside
on a big black train
like this last year
you said
and I put my head
out the train window
and my mum said
keep your head in
or a train
will knock it off
that'd be horrible
Janice said
she clutched
closer to you
as the steam train
puffed out more steam
and the sound was loud
and powerful
and she said
maybe
when you're an engine driver
you can take me
to the seaside
with Gran
yes
you said
and if you come
to the engine
before you take off
I can show you
the engine
and how powerful it is
and she smiled
and put her head
on your shoulder
yes
you said softly
when I grow up
and when I am older.
poem by Terry Collett
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My City
My city lay sleeping during the light but comes, alive in the dark
The light brings clairvoyance the dark unexpected feelings
My headphones can’t drown the noise out it only grows
Louder till dawn my city screams for its people
We scream back but in a different language
Walls speak of times of prosperity, and peace
Park benches holler about littler left underneath
Statues cry for people they have seen leave far to soon
Books are opened for childish vandalism but not to gain
My city screams as does yours
You just need to stop and listen
poem by Ronald Speight
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Viva Mas
Drop Bars not Bombs
Make Chai not War
Baseball not Bombs
Books not Bombs
Make Love not War
Drop Tuition Not Bombs
Blondes not Bombs
Beats not Bombs
Drop Class not Bombs
Make Art not War
Flowers not Bombs
Food not Bombs
Make Levees not War
Drop Seeds not Bombs
Bread not Bombs
Beauty not Bombs
Drop Television not Bombs
Make Solidarity not War
Build Trust not Bombs
Bring back Food
Boycott Banks
Bring Life not War
Make Tracks not War
and this is the way the long road Ends Not with a bang but a whimper
poem by Jerome Moore
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