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It's Only Our Shell

(10/1/12)

She was a big boned woman without an ounce of fat
But for her height and stature, she was much more than that.
She was a queen - a goddess of height and might
And for her love I would surely fight.

Her height and physique would put fear
In other women from the start
But she had the most kind and gentlest heart.

Why does height and build stop us from seeing
Ones true self.
It's only a body - it's only a shell.

The inside of that giant or dwarf
May be as big or as small as you
And going thru your same things too.

"So remember" - our bodies are just an outer shell
The only place our hearts can dwell.

© L. RAMS

poem by Louis Rams
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The wanderer

Upon a mountain height, far from the sea,
I found a shell,
And to my listening ear the lonely thing
Ever a song of ocean seemed to sing,
Ever a tale of ocean seemed to tell.

How came the shell upon that mountain height?
Ah, who can say
Whether there dropped by some too careless hand,
Or whether there cast when Ocean swept the Land,
Ere the Eternal had ordained the Day?

Strange, was it not? Far from its native deep,
One song it sang,--
Sang of the awful mysteries of the tide,
Sang of the misty sea, profound and wide,--
Ever with echoes of the ocean rang.

And as the shell upon the mountain height
Sings of the sea,
So do I ever, leagues and leagues away,--
So do I ever, wandering where I may,--
Sing, O my home! sing, O my home! of thee.

1883.

poem by Eugene Field
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Paranoid Andriod

please could you stop the noises, i'm trying to get some rest
from all the unborn chicken voices in my head
what's that? (my name is paranoid, i am your android)
what's that? (my name is paranoid, i am your android)
when i am king, you will be first against the wall
with your opinion which is of no consequence at all
what's that? (my name is paranoid, i am your android)
what's that? (my name is paranoid, i am your android)
ambition makes you look pretty ugly
kicking squealing gucci little piggy
you don't remember
you don't remember
why don't you remember my name?
off with his head man
off with his head man
why won't he remember my name? -- i guess he does
rain down
rain down
come on rain down
on me
from a great height
from a great height, height
rain down
rain down
come on rain down
on me
from a great height
from a great height, height
(repeats 3rd time, underneath vocals are:)
that's it sir,
you're leaving,
the crackle of pig skin,
the dust and the screaming,
the yuppies networking,
the panic, the vomit,
the panic, the vomit,
God loves his children,
God loves his children, yeah

song performed by by Radiohead
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Paranoid Android

Please could you stop the noise Im trying to get some rest?
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
Whats that, whats that
When I am king you will be first against the wall
With your opinion which is of no consequence at all
Whats that, whats that
Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking squealing gucci little piggy
You dont remember, you dont remember, why dont you remember my name
Off with his head man, off with his head man
Why dont you remember my name? -- I guess he does
Rain down, rain down, come on rain down on me
From a great height, from a great height, height
Rain down, rain down, come on rain down on me
From a great height, from a great height, height
(repeats 3rd time, underneath vocals are:)
Thats it sir, youre leaving,
The crackle of pig skin,
The dust and the screaming
The yuppies networking
The panic, the vomit,
The panic, the vomit
God loves his children,
God loves his children, yeah

song performed by by Radiohead
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1887

From Clee to heaven the beacon burns,
The shires have seen it plain,
From north and south the sign returns
And beacons burn again.

Look left, look right, the hills are bright,
The dales are light between,
Because 'tis fifty years to-night
That God has saved the Queen.

Now, when the flame they watch not towers
About the soil they trod,
Lads, we'll remember friends of ours
Who shared the work with God.

To skies that knit their heartstrings right,
To fields that bred them brave,
The saviours come not home to-night:
Themselves they could not save.

It dawns in Asia, tombstones show
And Shropshire names are read;
And the Nile spills his overflow
Beside the Severn's dead.

We pledge in peace by farm and town
The Queen they served in war,
And fire the beacons up and down
The land they perished for.

"God save the Queen" we living sing,
From height to height 'tis heard;
And with the rest your voices ring,
Lads of the Fifty-third.

Oh, God will save her, fear you not:
Be you the men you've been,
Get you the sons your fathers got,
And God will save the Queen.

poem by Alfred Edward Housman
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The Egg-Shell

The wind took off with the sunset--
The fog came up with the tide,
When the Witch of the North took an Egg-shell
With a little Blue Devil inside.
"Sink," she said, "or swim," she said,
"It's all you will get from me.
And that is the finish of him!" she said
And the Egg-shell went to sea.

The wind fell dead with the midnight--
The fog shut down like a sheet,
When the Witch of the North heard the Egg-shell
Feeling by hand for a fleet.
"Get!" she said, "or you're gone," she said.,
But the little Blue Devil said "No!
"The sights are just coming on," he said,
And he let the Whitehead go.

The wind got up with the morning--
The fog blew off with the rain,
When the Witch of the North saw the Egg-shell
And the little Blue Devil again.
"Did you swim?" she said. "Did you sink?" she said,
And the little Blue Devil replied:
"For myself I swam, but I think," he said,
"There's somebody sinking outside."

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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The Cloud Confines

The day is dark and the night
To him that would search their heart;
No lips of cloud that will part
Nor morning song in the light:
Only, gazing alone,
To him wild shadows are shown,
Deep under deep unknown
And height above unknown height.
Still we say as we go,--
"Strange to think by the way,
Whatever there is to know,
That shall we know one day."

The Past is over and fled;
Nam'd new, we name it the old;
Thereof some tale hath been told,
But no word comes from the dead;
Whether at all they be,
Or whether as bond or free,
Or whether they too were we,
Or by what spell they have sped.
Still we say as we go,--
"Strange to think by the way,
Whatever there is to know,
That shall we know one day."

What of the heart of hate
That beats in thy breast, O Time?--
Red strife from the furthest prime,
And anguish of fierce debate;
War that shatters her slain,
And peace that grinds them as grain,
And eyes fix'd ever in vain
On the pitiless eyes of Fate.
Still we say as we go,--
"Strange to think by the way,
Whatever there is to know,
That shall we know one day."

What of the heart of love
That bleeds in thy breast, O Man?--
Thy kisses snatch'd 'neath the ban
Of fangs that mock them above;
Thy bells prolong'd unto knells,
Thy hope that a breath dispels,
Thy bitter forlorn farewells
And the empty echoes thereof?
Still we say as we go,--
"Strange to think by the way,
Whatever there is to know,
That shall we know one day."

The sky leans dumb on the sea,
Aweary with all its wings;
And oh! the song the sea sings
Is dark everlastingly.
Our past is clean forgot,
Our present is and is not,
Our future's a seal'd seedplot,
And what betwixt them are we?--
We who say as we go,--
"Strange to think by the way,
Whatever there is to know,
That shall we know one day."

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XI

Beyond her sat a second monster. She
In shape and sense was undisguisedly real,
An ox--eyed queen of full--fed majesty
And giant height and comeliness ideal.
She too her tale related, as was due,
In measured tones, her age, her birth, her name,
Bourgeois her parents, friends of order too,
And good Imperialists of honest fame,
Her age eighteen, her height seven feet, her waist
An ell and more in its circumference,
Her leg above the knee, and where was placed
Its point of full development. . . The sense
Of the rest I lost, for laughing half aloud
Again a woman touched me in the crowd.

poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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A Negro woman has the same kind of problems as other women, but she can't take the same things for granted.

quote by Dorothy Height
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Urbs Coronata

(Song for the City College of New York)

O youngest of the giant brood
Of cities far-renowned;
In wealth and power thou hast passed
Thy rivals at a bound;
And now thou art a queen, New York;
And how wilt thou be crowned?

"Weave me no palace-wreath of pride,"
The royal city said;
"Nor forge an iron fortress-wall
To frown upon my head;
But let me wear a diadem
Of Wisdom's towers instead."

And so upon her island height
She worked her will forsooth,
She set upon her rocky brow
A citadel of Truth,
A house of Light, a home of Thought,
A shrine of noble Youth.

Stand here, ye City College towers,
And look both up and down;
Remember all who wrought for you
Within the toiling town;
Remember all they thought for you,
And all the hopes they brought for you,
And be the City's Crown.

poem by Henry Van Dyke
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Lessons Learned

(9/15/12)

There is a lesson that I have learned
And in my heart will forever burn.
Love your partner as you love yourself
And in your heart they will forever dwell.

Look in their eyes and see their emotions
Look even deeper and see the devotion
Take my love and gently place it in your heart
And watch it grow from the start.

My love is called "DAY" and as the day
Meets the rising sun, and also greets
The setting sun, this love can never be undone.

I will love you 24/7 and make you
Feel as if you reached heaven.
You will no longer see the gloom of night
For my love will make things right.

There is a lesson in what I say
For I loved you yesterday
And I will love you even more today.

At times we have to take our hearts
And remold and reshape it like a piece of clay
To fit the changes made from day to day.
We have to remind ourselves that love
Is always there, and it's something beautiful
That we must share.

If you would like to hear the music of love
Then place your ear upon my chest
And let your own heart do the rest.
For when two hearts beat as one
There is nothing left to be done.
© L. RAMS

poem by Louis Rams
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The beauty of sorrow

I drink from the cup of sorrow
I ate the delicious bread of hope
that sorrow placed in front of me
It craves my heart day and night
Not telling me how to climb the height
The height that is pulling my heart too tight
The height that tells me not to be frighten
But what helps me out is the beauty of sorrow
The drink it place in front of me makes me calm
Though, it's bitter and sour
But when it does, it feels cold like a plate of ham
Total humbleness pull me through
Total submission to what to come
Sorrow gives me hope
Those are the best dayz in my life
Sorrow dayz

poem by Olufunmbi Aransiola
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That which seems the height of absurdity in one generation often becomes the height of wisdom in the next.

quote by John Stuart Mill
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That which seems the height of absurdity in one generation often becomes the height of wisdom in another.

quote by Adlai E. Stevenson
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Soldier, Soldier

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Why don't you march with my true love?"
"We're fresh from off the ship an' 'e's maybe give the slip,
An' you'd best go look for a new love."
New love! True love!
Best go look for a new love,
The dead they cannot rise, an' you'd better dry your eyes,
An' you'd best go look for a new love.

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
What did you see o' my true love?"
"I seed 'im serve the Queen in a suit o' rifle-green,
An' you'd best go look for a new love."

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Did ye see no more o' my true love?"
"I seed 'im runnin' by when the shots begun to fly --
But you'd best go look for a new love."

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Did aught take 'arm to my true love?"
"I couldn't see the fight, for the smoke it lay so white --
An' you'd best go look for a new love."

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
I'll up an' tend to my true love!"
"'E's lying on the dead with a bullet through 'is 'ead,
An' you'd best go look for a new love."

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
I'll down an' die with my true love!"
"The pit we dug'll 'ide 'im an' the twenty men beside 'im --
An' you'd best go look for a new love."

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Do you bring no sign from my true love?"
"I bring a lock of 'air that 'e allus used to wear,
An' you'd best go look for a new love."

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
O then I know it's true I've lost my true love!"
"An' I tell you truth again -- when you've lost the feel o' pain
You'd best take me for your true love."
True love! New love!
Best take 'im for a new love,
The dead they cannot rise, an' you'd better dry your eyes,
An' you'd best take 'im for your true love.

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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The Last to Leave

The guns were silent, and the silent hills
had bowed their grasses to a gentle breeze
I gazed upon the vales and on the rills,
And whispered, "What of these?' and "What of these?
These long forgotten dead with sunken graves,
Some crossless, with unwritten memories
Their only mourners are the moaning waves,
Their only minstrels are the singing trees
And thus I mused and sorrowed wistfully

I watched the place where they had scaled the height,
The height whereon they bled so bitterly
Throughout each day and through each blistered night
I sat there long, and listened - all things listened too
I heard the epics of a thousand trees,
A thousand waves I heard; and then I knew
The waves were very old, the trees were wise:
The dead would be remembered evermore-
The valiant dead that gazed upon the skies,
And slept in great battalions by the shore.

poem by Leon Gellert
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Best Of The Best

(2/9/12)

Even the best of the best tend to fall
When they lose their faith
They lose it all.

Not many of us will see that guiding light
That sends our hearts into flight.
They say that some are born to preach
And the word of god is easy to teach.
While there are so many others who search in vain
To help relieve the inner pain.

Many think they are better than others
Yet they call us their sisters and brothers.
Which one has the furthest to fall?

This is when Isaac Newton s theory comes into play.
If they both weigh the same, and are dropped from the same height
They will both reach the ground at the same time.

That being the case - why would they think
That they are better than us?
"When in god " we all put our trust..

Whether we are the best of the best
And the cream of the crop
A base is needed to reach the top.

poem by Louis Rams
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I liked her

With "yes" and "no" discussion
There prevailed total confusion
She will ask me for more assurance
As if limited stock was to be sold out at once

It used to be sweet tussle
Even for sharing fruit like apple
Some times for cold drink
And sometimes for different thinking

But I liked her nature
As I knew she was inclined for me and very sure
She will never think of leaving me behind
As her behavior proved to be very tough but kind

She was with me by chance
I had seen her only once
She presented a friendly gesture
That influenced me very much for her

I considered myself lucky person on earth
We had pledged to remain together till the death
Such was bond slowly developing
I was kneed deep in love and eloping

She will come from behind and put hands
On my eyes and ask for foes or friends
She will not utter for a single word
Only I have judge it by instinct standard

She is by any standard garden flower
Such luck may be had only by lucky fewer
I knew from her movement that she was to be mine
She held all the qualities and best as feminine

As luck was to prove it
She was tall in stature and above my height
I was looking small when compared
She was really a special gift from god and really spared

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Height Of The Fighting

Heat war (they sent you to do it, do it)
Sweat law (if you cant move it, prove it)
At the height of the fighting
He-la-hu
At the height of the fighting
He-la-hu
Heat war (if you dont like it, fight it)
Sweat law (if you cant take it, fake it)
Heat war (they sent you to do it, do it)
Sweat law (if you cant move it, prove it)
At the height of the fighting
He-la-hu
At the height of the fighting
He-la-hu

song performed by by Heaven 17
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A Wayside Cross

A WAYSIDE cross at set of day
Unto my sprit thus did say—
"O soul, my branching arms you see
Point four ways to infinity.

"One points to infinite above,
5
To show the height of heavenly love.
"Two point to infinite width, which shows
That heavenly love no limit knows.

"One points to infinite beneath,
To show God's love is under death.
10

"The four arms join, an emblem sweet
That in God's heart all loves will meet."
I thanked the cross as I turned away
For such sweet thoughts in the twilight grey.

poem by Frederick George Scott
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In The Slight Ripple, The Mind Perceives The Heart

In the slight ripple, the fishes dart
Like fingers, centrifugal, like wishes
Wanton. And pleasures rise
as the eyes fall
Through the lucid water. The small pebble,
The clear clay bottom, the white shell
Are apparent, though superficial.
Who would ask more of the August afternoon?
Who would dig mines and follow shadows?
"I would," answers bored Heart, "Lounger, rise"
(Underlip trembling, face white with stony anger),
"The old error, the thought of sitting still,
"The senses drinking, by the summer river,
"On the tended lawn, below the traffic,
"As if time would pause,
and afternoon stay.
"No, night comes soon,
"With its cold mountains, with desolation,
unless Love build its city."

poem by Delmore Schwartz
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