Fast Fandango
Exercise, both the love and
scourge of my life, in foolish
bravado I ascended the million
steps to the Union Buildings -
nearly choked to death in the
attempt to defy gravity by
marching smartly
In the end I struggled up at
a sedate rate gasping for air,
all visions of glory gone, once
at the top I saw all the lunch-
time joggers clutching water
bottles passing, I took the
descending road
This time gravity made me
dance a fast fandango down
into the city - I think exercise
should be kept for going to the
library, the Union Buildings with
its army of slim and trim joggers
is not my scene
I only want to be fit enough
to read my book without
falling over with fatigue...
poem by Margaret Alice Second
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Union City Blue
What are we gonna do?
Union Union Union City blue
Tunnel to the other side
It becomes daylight
I say he's mine
Oh power, passion plays a double hand
Union union union city man
Arrive climb up four flights to the orange side
Rearrange my mind
In turquoise Union Union Union City blue
Skyline passion Union City blue
Power, passion plays a double hand
Union union union city man
I say he's mine
I have a plan
I say he's my Union City man
What are we gonna do?
Union Union Union City blue
song performed by by Radiohead
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Separating The Mind From The Heart
Here we go again
Their is blood in the water
From those who thought they were smarter
A castration with humiliation
You can't defy the laws of gravity
What is will always be
At least so it seems.
Separating the mind from the heart
Trying not act so torn apart
I was took under
I made a blunder
I still hear the sound of thunder
But when you are just so down are your luck
One more can never be enough
Just never enough
Symptomatic to the climatic
Drama gots her needs
She is the devil
And walks inside me
Here we go again
Their is blood in the water
From those who thought they were smarter
A castration with humiliation
You can't defy the laws of gravity
What is will always be
At least so it seems.
Separating the mind from the heart
Trying not act so torn apart
I was took under
I made a blunder
I still hear the sound of thunder
Far from perfect
Every flaw is desired
If only I can be rewired
Set my soul on fire
Let burn brighter
Let it reach the farthest shore
A beautiful coast to most
Here we go again
Their is blood in the water
From those who thought they were smarter
A castration with humiliation
You can't defy the laws of gravity
What is will always be
At least so it seems.
Separating the mind from the heart
Trying not act so torn apart
I was took under
I made a blunder
I still hear the sound of thunder
I tear up the letter
Burn it
I Just can't read no more.
It is the wrong door.
The one that leads
Oh god I ask you please
Have mercy
Here we go again
Their is blood in the water
From those who thought they were smarter
A castration with humiliation
You can't defy the laws of gravity
What is will always be
At least so it seems.
Separating the mind from the heart
Trying not act so torn apart
I was took under
I made a blunder
I still hear the sound of thunder
He cackles ha, ha
Now I got you my son
You will come undone
Like a string I'll pull
Watch it all unwind
As that clock tics on the wall
Fall, Fall, come just fall
Its not that far down
What are you really afraid of
Here we go again
Their is blood in the water
From those who thought they were smarter
A castration with humiliation
You can't defy the laws of gravity
What is will always be
At least so it seems.
Separating the mind from the heart
Trying not act so torn apart
I was took under
I made a blunder
I still hear the sound of thunder
The better
The masters,
Welcome to your disaster
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Graveness
Forces keep working on the world,
The return to the ground is called gravity;
It is called gravity, because someone falls,
Falling and jumping are acts using gravity.
Water drops from the clouds,
Always benefiting the ground.
It may take all of time and cause a grave situation -
Floods surprise us as the water surges from huge amounts.
Graveness carries a lesson for the brave,
Gravity speaks from the centre of the world,
Graveness is too strange and grave matters affect
The way we live our lives.
poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
London By Night
As we walk along the City’s busy roads,
Ornate buildings, here and there, are a-glow.
They are bathed in a golden or silvery light;
Illuminated against the dark, star-lit night.
Across the Thames, we gaze at the skyline:
There are buildings, old and new; all designs.
Some of the buildings, we see, are really very old;
Nestling with the ‘Gherkin’ tower: new and bold.
Standing proudly, at the very centre of it all,
Is the magnificent dome of good old St Paul’s.
It is a skyline, at which, I always love to peer;
It is constantly changing, each and every year.
Tonight, dozens of dedicated joggers are out in force;
The Thames Embankment, seems the favourite course.
We see a traditional Christmas market and fun fair;
Traders in brightly decorated cabins, sell their wares.
Gifts, being sold, range from traditional to unusual:
All neatly displayed for the eager customer’s perusal.
We see people tucking into chips, and curried bratwurst;
Plus, there’s spiced mulled wine, to quench their thirst.
Fairy lights twinkle away, white and blue,
On the trees, creating such a beautiful view.
As we walk along, I hear the river swirling below;
Lights reflected in the water, make a dazzling show.
At seven o’clock, the bell of Big Ben, loudly tolls.
The air feels decidedly chilly, as the day grows old.
We wander along the river, until it gets quite late,
Then it’s time for us to leave: a time which, I hate.
poem by Angela Wybrow
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Gravity Of The Situation
(vic chesnutt)
We blew past the army motorcade
And its abnormal load haulage
The gravity of the situation
Came on us like a bit of new knowledge
The bubbliest bubble bath
Broke down on the bank
The gravity of the situation
Is why our old thought bubbles sank
Humble and gracious
The gravity of the situation
A fat hungry english crow
Picking at a badger carcass
The gravity of the situation
Is hard to focus and harness
We met bill lowery
At the queens hall
The gravity of the situation
Became apparent to us all
song performed by by Hootie & The Blowfish
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
City Of Beggars
The sky is always blue in the city of beggars
There is not much green in the city of beggars
There are buildings being built so fast in the city of beggars
In every corner that you encounter
The city of beggars are growing so fast
And in the city of beggars lives 30 million people
The air is not that good in the city of beggars
Because of the factories and the cars
The city of beggars never sleep
The noise goes on 24 hours a day
It is not safe to walk in the street of beggars
Because you can get robbed and killed at any time of the night or day
The traffic is chaotic in the city of beggars
Thanks God there is no snow in the city of beggars
poem by Aldo Kraas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Engelbrecht Decides On An Assassination Attempt (In Answer To Johan Van Wyk)
Engelbrecht decides on an assassination attempt,
to peep through the sight of a.308 hunting rifle
at the new black President
and some of his best friends are sworn to silence.
With a violin-case in his hand
he visits the hotel
just beyond the Union Buildings;
about the wind direction and line of sight he has to be sure.
Through the telescopic sight he sees a whole crowd waiting
and he pushes a dum-dum round into the barrel,
open the window much wider
while he watches the scene beneath him.
One of his friends speaks far too much
and more information
are forced from him with shocking apparatus
while the secret police makes him talk.
When the security police enter the hotel
a shot somewhere above them is being fired
and they are surprised,
as the President has not yet arrived at the Union Buildings
and they find Engelbrecht with his head
blown from his body
with a note covered in blood
that tells them
to go to hell
and he says that he has departed to another country
where Afrikaners have got rights
and although he is standing guilty before the throne of God,
He will understand on the other side.
[Reference: 'Staatsgreep' (Coup d'etat) by Johan van Wyk.]
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Somewhere Out There
Last time I talked to you,
You were lonely and out of place.
You were looking down on me,
Lost out in space.
Laid underneath the stars,
Strung out and feeling brave.
Watch the riddles glow,
Watch them float away.
Down here in the atmosphere,
Garbage and city lights,
You gotta save your tired soul,
You gotta save our lives.
Turn on the radio,
To find you on sattellite,
Im waiting for the sky to fall,
Im waiting for a sign.
All we are is all so far.
Youre falling back to me,
The star that I cant see.
I know youre out there,
Somewhere out there.
Youre falling out of reach,
Defying gravity,
I know youre out there,
Somewhere out there.
Hope you remember me,
When youre homesick and need a change.
I miss your purple hair,
I miss the way you taste.
I know youll come back someday,
On a bed of nails awake.
Im praying that you dont burn out,
Or fade away.
All we are is all so far
Youre falling back to me,
The star that I cant see.
I know youre out there,
Somewhere out there.
Youre falling out of reach,
Defying gravity,
I know youre out there,
Somewhere out there.
Youre falling back to me,
The star that I cant see.
I know youre out there, oh.
Youre falling out of reach,
Defying gravity....
I know youre out there,
Somewhere out there.
Youre falling back to me,
The star that I cant see.
I know youre out there,
Somewhere out there.
Youre falling out of reach,
Defying gravity,
I know youre out there,
Somewhere out there.
Youre falling back to me.
Well I know,
I know.
Youre falling out of reach.
I know...
song performed by by Our Lady Peace
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
On The Front Line
I am a fireman here at home
And I put my life on the front line everyday
To save the people from burning buildings
Or from car accidents
Someday I am very lucky because I am able to save people from burning
Buildings and car accidents
But other days I am not so lucky because it depends where the fire is on The building
Sometimes I have to climb all the way to the top of the buildings
Very fast to save the people from the burning buildings here at home
Other times the fire on the buildings happened on the lower floor
Yes there had been times that I could not save the people from the
Buildings here at home because the buildings here at home had been Engulfed with smoke and all the people that live there died
Yes that was a very bad scene to see
At the end of the night I go home for my kids and my wife
When I arrive home my kids and my wife are already sleeping in bed
I don't have very much time to spend with my children
Because of my work
I don't enjoy being a fireman but the pay is good
So I don't have anything to complain about
I never talk about my work at home
At home I talk about different things to my wife and kids
But I know that my day starts very early everyday
poem by Aldo Kraas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Smart Native And The Foolish Citizen
A BUSH MAN WAS TAKEN TO A CITY AND ON ARRIVAL AT THE CITY HE BEGAN TO STARE AT THE MARVELOUS CONSTRUCTIONS BY THE CITY PEOPLE!
A MAN WALKED UP TO HIM WHERE HE STOOD, AND ON NOTICING HIS NATIVE CLOTHINGS, THE MAN INSTANTLY KNEW THAT HE WAS A NOVICE, AND THE MAN WALKED UP TO HIM, CLEARED HIS VOICE AND SAID, HEY MR! WHAT BE THY ERRAND HERE? AND HOW MUCH HAVE YOU PAID FOR THE SIGHTINGS? HE ASKED THE BAFFLED NATIVE WHO REPLIED, PAID? I DIDN'T THAT I HAD TO PAY TO LOOK AT BUILDINGS! AND THE CONMAN QUICKLY RETORTED! AHA! YOU HAVE COMMITED A CRIME KNOWN AS LOOKERY BY CREDIT! AND IF YOU FAIL TO PAY, YOU WILL EARN A JAIL TERM OF SIX MONTHS! HE STATED AND THE NATIVE SAID, OH PARDON ME SIR, I HAVE ONLY LOOKED AT THREE BUILDINGS! THE CUNNING CITIZEN SPOKE, SAYING, THAT WOULD BE THREE DOLLARS! A DOLLAR FOR A BUILDING! THE NATIVE PAID THE MONEY AND WALKED OFF SMILING MISCHIEVIOUSLY AS HE TOUGHT TO HIMSELF! FOOLISH CITIZEN, I HAVE LOOKED AT ALMOST ALL THE BUILDINGS IN THIS CITY AND I PAID FOR ONLY THREE BUILDINGS!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Feeling Gravitys Pull
I fell asleep and read just about every paragraph.
Read the scene where gravity is pulling me around
Peel back the mountains peel back the sky
Stomp gravity into the floor
Its a man ray kind of sky
Let me show you what I can do with it
Time and distance are out of place here
Step up, step up, step up the sky is open-armed
When the light is mine, I felt gravity pull
Somewhere near the end it said
you cant do this, I said i can too
Shift sway rivers shift, oceans fall and mountains drift
Its a man ray kind of sky
Let me show you what I can do with it
Step up, step up, step up the sky is open-armed
When the light is mine, I felt gravity pull onto my eyes,
Holding my head straight (looking down).
This is the easiest task Ive ever had to do...
I fell asleep and read just about every paragraph
Read the scene where gravity is pulling me around
Shift the swaying rivers shift
Oceans fall and mountains drift
Its a man ray kind of sky
Let me show you what I can do with it
Time and distance are out of place here
Step up, step up, step up the sky is open-armed
When the light is mine, I felt gravity pull onto my eyes,
Holding my head straight (looking down).
This is the easiest task Ive ever had to do...
Reason had harnessed the tame
Holding the sky in their arms
Gravity pulls me down
song performed by by REM
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Exercise It
Exercise the will to succeed
The will can successfully enjoy itself.
Exercise the mind to proceed
The brain has much in procedure.
Exercise the body and to bleed
Inside the layers of itself.
Exercise again and again, indeed
To enliven the soul for its task.
poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
They Raised The Flag For Me
They raised the flag for me
Infront of the city's tallest buildings
So now my job is to keep the flags flying
All the time
Infront of the city's tallest buildings
poem by Aldo Kraas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Falling In
A life has died in precious time
I’m falling in, I’m falling in, I’m falling in
This darkness pulling me by my skin
My never ending crime-dragging my weight through space and time
I am falling, I am falling, I am falling, I ‘m falling within
The flash of light, the gravity erasing my life
My mind is fading… Innocence, innocence, innocence, innocence……My mind is ending
This darkness pulling me by my skin
I’m falling in, I’m falling in, I’m falling in
My justice disappears-the black hole sucking in everything I hold dear
My eyes are burning, the road is gone, and my will is turning
I touch the stairway of corpses, leading me down
I am able to see again the demon with the horny crown
poem by Kreshnik musa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I have a book of buildings from 25,000 BC. These are huts built out of mammoth bones. These buildings were beautifully made, from the bones of the body into shelter.
quote by Ben Nicholson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Strange Gravity
At times, in the morning, I have to break through a strange gravity of my past.
I did not create this gravity of my childhood, for this world and the next I am making a new gravity.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
At this time - we're in a dramatic crisis - euro bonds are precisely the wrong answer. They lead us into a debt union, not a stability union. Each country has to take its own steps to reduce its debt.
quote by Angela Merkel
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!
It’s O.K. To Be Skinny
It’s o.k. to call someone skinny,
but not call someone fat,
what’s up with that?
In society we made it “bad”
to be fat, when all of us were
born to be fat,
it’s in our genes to protect us
when famine would last.
If you eat more than you exercise,
you will then soon realize
that you could get fat,
unless of course you
have a high metabolism
in which then you fit in,
fit in because it looks like
you work out in the gym.
Worth it’s weight in gold
I am told, came from
a time when it was encouraged
to be fat for you would get
more money from your
husband’s dad.
On some planets people
weigh less
because of gravity lesser force,
but not on Earth of course.
Written By Christina Sunrise on February 4,2012
www.christinapoems.com www.christinasunrise.com
poem by Christina Sunrise
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Gravity Girl
I could sit for hours
in the conditions of the sun
we could talk for hours
cuz you know you're the one
and every time i open up my heart to you
you bring me down (you lift me up)
gravity girl (you bring me down)
you bring me down (you tell me what to do)
cuz you're my gravity girl, gravity girl
my sky, my hope, my whole world
you're my gravity girl
i'm so high in your world
I could sit for hours
in the conditions of the sun (gravity girl)
we could talk for hours
cuz you know you're the one (gravity girl)
and every time i open up my heart to you
you bring me down (you bring me down)
you tell me what to do (in your world)
cuz you're my gravity girl, gravity girl
my sky, my hope, my whole world
you're miles away in the sky
with the sun and the moon
but you always bring me down again
you're so high in my world
my gravity girl, gravity girl
song performed by by Good Charlotte
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Assad Visits Homs
Those who love their own noise are impatient of everything else. … Our noise, our business, our purposes, and all our fatuous statements about our purposes, our business, and our noise: these are the illusion.
Thomas Merton.
He came to visit today
with cameras firmly fixed
on his perfect
hair.
He came with his selected throng
to acknowledge their
devotion
as he surveyed his
demolition.
Those old buildings were such a blight,
rabid rats, full of the noise
of rebellious children,
but now, city leveled, he can see
how beautiful it all will be.
Bright new buildings soon will rise,
and scrape death from the acrid sky;
and everything will be
first rate!
….but just out of al Jazeera's frame
black smoke pours over
Baba Amr;
incinerated hopes;
dark stain.
poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!