Bravely Speak
To be in brave company I bravely speak,
Under the trees of gold and silver the sleep
Is my enemy, of the offerings and glad tidings.
On this solid mattress we call the world
Stays a skewering mind,
Minds have arrived to be delighted.
The actual fraction of life shall fade
Towards the acts of the almighty whisperers,
That at the end of the day
Are solid in their troubles as much as you.
To be in bravery is like stealing the casket,
And believing in whiskey,
Full with wines of the ultimate health
And ultimate design.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Ultimate Sin
Overkill enough is enough
Theres nothing left of me to devour
Youve had your fill Im all I have left
What can stop your hunger for power
cos you took advantage of things that I said
Now the feeling is dead
And thats the ultimate sin
And thats the ultimate sin
Anyway I look at it now
The doors are closed and cannot be opened
Bury your anger and bury your dead
Or youll be left with nothing and no one
Theres no point in screaming cos you wont be heard
Now that tables have turned
It was the ultimate sin
It was the ultimate sin
It was the ultimate sin
I warned you then and Im warning you now
If you mess with me youre playing with fire
Winds of change that are fanning the flames
Will carry you to your funeral pyre
Its pulling you down
Its your final descent
Its too late to repent
When its the ultimate sin
When its the ultimate sin
When its the ultimate sin
When its the ultimate sin
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Forever or never
"Forever or never"
Stands for sure
Yet that is no mystery
It is taken as blessings from almighty
Her smile stands universal
Face brightens upon his arrival
That is the world for her survival
Full assurance for her from him to see no troubles
Who can do without partner?
Help is needed sooner or later
"United we stand, divided we fall"
Let us do and obey natural call
He or she matters less
Life seems cruel with an ugly face
She may need "not token of love"
But with happiness and nicely drove
When someone proposes
It may be looked with many vices and verses
Yet full confidence emerges on both side
As world is open and sky is very wide
Life is worth to explore
It asks more and more
Yet we need it more for our existence
There has to be some solid insistence
We may feel bogged down with bone of contention
Real values may need some loose retention
Yet it has to be lived with little compromise
Some where with fulfillment or somewhere with broken promises
Woman needs it more in reality
As she has little fragile quality
Not all women can stand bravely
As some impossible has to be tackled humanly
No problem even if something is wrong
Not everything is available for simple song
Wheels of cart will have to be kept in readiness
So it moves ahead without friction and smoothness
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In the World of Frail-Brick Words
I diligently built a solid world of
Frail-brick-words around you
When winds of fear
Uproot me from
All possible directions
I cling to your torso
In this solid world
Of frail-brick-words
Going round and round
In the square fantasy of yours
I always miss the centre
In this solid world
Of frail-brick-words
You're always on look out
To live a fantasy; travelled against
Time to reach my solid world
Of frail-brick-words
Expecting to drench yourself
In raining silver droplets
I traversed across
Terrains unknown to you
Sipping at the venom of
Reality for vigour, investing
Every nth part with an aura
Of fantasy in the solid world
Of frail-brick-words
Midway
We met
Between you and I
The dichotomy of
Your fantasy
My reality
Opened a newer dimension
Of realantasy to grapple with
Ah, this solid world
Of frail-brick-words!
In my snatches of proximity(?)
To the threshold of your world
I sought my own happiness
My very own sorrow...
The slightly opened door
Blended excellently
The lethal reality with
Honey-oozing fantasy
To brew a magic potion
To savour in my solitude
In this solid world
Of frail-brick-words
Every touch of your fingers
Hoisted flags of unexpressed sorrow
That rustled in every other life
Whoever said,
Life and living is
A cuppa one relaxes with?
You know
Those lucky, get a door
Opened to live a fantasy, at least
For a wink and there just in that
Fleeting moment of time
You traveled against time to grab
And encase yourself in a dropp of silver
Within the coarsely granulated
World of my frail-brick-words
In this solid world
Of frail-brick-words
The gush of words
You released on my wrinkling skin
Arrange themselves time and again
As what the world calls poetry
The words flip flap against
My make-believe-sky
And in the solid tomb where
I rest forever irrespective of seasons
Where pain or pleasure
Can no longer touch me
Ah, my very own solid world
Of frail-brick-words...
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Released Atomic Energy
Earth sun is the master of illusion
bright summer light renders landscape
rigid solid tight fitting seen reality
yet solid matter is an atomic illusion
almost all fixed entire objects eye perceived
are empty space charged electrified orbits
a mass of current constantly flowing energy
the floor the ground the landscape activated
is swimming flowing mask
movement energy
released atomic energy
attained confined
can destroy more than one
world switch imploded
dimensional earth held
souls prisoner earth bound
while lessons are bitterly imparted
time is the ultimate created illusion
rigid solid tight fitting seen reality
souls stretch tight fitted solid racked
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Silver And Gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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History has taught us over and over again that freedom is not free. When push comes to shove, the ultimate protectors of freedom and liberty are the brave men and women in our armed forces. Throughout our history, they've answered the call in bravery and sacrifice.
quote by Timothy Pawlenty
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Silver & Gold
Words and Music by Johnny Marks.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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The web is more a social creation than a technical one. I designed it for a social effect—to help people work together—and not as a technical toy. The ultimate goal of the Web is to support and improve our weblike existence in the world. We clump into families, associations, and companies. We develop trust across the miles and distrust around the corner.
Tim Berners-Lee in Weaving The Web: The Original Design and Ultimate Destiny of the World Wide Web (2004)
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Gold
Everyone wants to obtain gold
in everything they have,
gold in their life,
gold in their love,
gold with their work
and gold within their friends.
They want their love to last forever,
their friends to always be around,
and their life to be a success
built on solid ground.
They want to be the best
in any work they do.
They don’t want the precious metal
and the money that it brings,
but just a life that is rewarding
and they can convert that into anything.
They want to see the sunrise
to herald in a new day.
They’ll gladly forfeit the blues
that makes life run away.
They want not an impossible dream,
but a dream all the same,
built out of sheer determination
with foundations on solid ground.
1 August 2010
poem by David Harris
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Umf
(going to the top)
(oh, oh oh)
(oh, oh oh)
(oh, oh ah)
Here we stand in the shadow of the maste rplan
Makin touble wherever we can, (stir it up, stir it up, stir it up)
Cant you see this boy is going cheap - knockdown to a basement deal
But I really wont stop til I get to the top
Take it from me, Im waiting here on my knees
And I love the way you tease me ooh such a wonderful person
Dont play rough - its easy when you know your stuff
Say please and sure enough, so kind,
Im makin love to the ultimate mind
Come on, take a look, put it to me, baby,
You could feel a love come tumbling down.
I just want to wrap myself in you baby,
We could tell the world were fooling around.
Ultimately, Id say shes toying with me
Its a case of wait and see,
But right now Im gonna keep my pants on
A to z, shes doin it to my head
We dont need to go to bed, youll find,
To make love to the ultimate mind.
-
(oh-oh, oh oh oh) (repeat)
Put it to me, baby (you could feel a love, love..)
Wanna wrap myself in you, baby (well tell the world, world..)
Talk me round, lets do it right here and now
I dont want you cooling down,
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
We could fit, realitys two-way split, personality
Lifes a bitch, but Im fine,
Making love to the ultimate mind
Heavens bent, were completely innocent
We all got to pay the rent, and in time we learn to compromise
Talkin tall, but I feel invisible
Can you see me after all, that I said, theres only one thing for it...
Take a look, put it to me, baby
You could feel a love come tumbling down
I just want to wrap myself in you baby
We can tell the world were fooling around
Come on, take a look, put it to me, baby (oh-ah, oh oh oh)
You could be a love come tumbling down (oh-ah, oh oh oh)
I just want to wrap myself in you baby (oh-ah, oh oh oh)
We could tell the world were fooling around (oh-ah, oh oh oh)
Come on, take a look, put it to me, baby (oh-ah, oh oh oh)
You could feel a love come tumbling down (oh-ah, oh oh oh)
I just want to wrap myself in you baby (oh-ah, oh oh oh)
We could tell the world were fooling around (oh-ah, oh oh oh)
Come on, take a look (put it to me baby)
(oh-ah, oh oh oh)
(oh-ah, oh oh oh)
(oh-ah, oh oh oh)
Im making love to the ultimate mind, mind...
Ultimate mind, mind...
Ultimate mind, mind, mind, mind ...
Ooooohhh ooooaahh
Ahhhaahh oohhoooo
Ohhhhh
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Alf’s Twelfth Bit
BALLAD FOR THE TIMES' SPECIAL SILVER NUMBER
Sez the Times a silver lining
Is what has set us pining,
Montague, Montague!
In the season sad and weary
When our minds are very bleary,
Montague, Montague!
There is Sir Hen. Deterding
His phrases interlarding,
Montague, Montague!
With the this and that and what
For putting silver on the spot,
Montague, Montague!
Just drop it in the slot
And it will surely boil the pot,
Montague, Montague!
Gold, of course, is solid too,
But some silver set to stew
Might do, too. Montague!
With a lively wood-pulp ‘ad’.
To cheer the bad and sad,
Montague, Montague!
poem by Ezra Pound
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Solid Gold
Never since I met you
Did you let me in
Even when I let you
You wouldnt call me friend
Pedal to the metal
Mister, its a sin
Getting so down
Id give you solid gold
Just for your finger
You get the medal
For getting so down
I guess you didnt see that sky
When the clouds are turned to isles
I was glad when you couldnt hear me
Nervous laughter when you shouted and cursed
Im not saying I understand
Lord knows who can understand
Life can be an awful plan
And yours it aint the worst
Here she comes now
In my mirror
Oh, I know how
She is a terror
Now I see her
In her mirror
Wearing a frown
I give you solid gold just for your finger
You get the medal
For scariest frown
I guess you didnt see that sky
When the clouds are turned to isles
I was glad when you couldnt hear my
Nervous laughter when you shouted and cursed
Fourthly youre suspect
Thirdly you dont get
Secondly youve got no respect
Finally youre not the first
song performed by by Frank Black
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Life And Death On The Stone In The Pond
on that rainy month
a stone was so kind
enough
to let the green moss
wrap its
solid body
there was
mutual bliss in
their
company
then the drought
comes in months
the river where the stone
lives
dried and
mud turned to
cracked
surfaces
the moss knows
that this happens
every year
dies peacefully
around the solid body
of the stone
like sleep waiting
for the next rain
the stone is
undisturbed
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ultimate
It's been a while since i've scarcely moved
The earth vibrates through my skinny shoes
I think i heard a voice, not long ago
Stuck in anxiety for tommorow
I think i glimpsed a smile, not long ago
It breaks down, an angelic halo
You're not alone....not alone
Be gone, he fades
I wonder if he'd run away
I miss his dashing steps
I miss his shiny compliments
Yesterdays without an address
The ultimate sunset...
My ultimate sunset....
Oh, inhaling obsession
Fading depression
I turn my lights on,
Denying aggression
And i run as fast as the horizon
While the evening's slowly rising
I reach the skies, with opened eyes
To catch the stars of different types
Not the rare one caught....yet
The ultimate sunset....
My ultimate sunset....
You're not alone...
Im here on my own...
Still i think im not alone...
As i lie my head on top of grass...
To praise the sky and everything vast...
Even with a wounded back....
I think im just going to relax.....
To watch this view...
Displaying you.....
The ultimate sunset
My ultimate sunset
And the sunrise that's yet to come...
Oh, my sunrise that's yet to come...
Oh, i will be waiting right here.....
Where you crawl beneath my fears....
A pulse or a shiver.....
Sweet rather than bitter....
Oh, i will be waiting for once.....
I will be watching the skies
I will be watching this life
For the ultimate sunrise....
My ultimate sunrise to come....
poem by Lubna Hazeem
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There is neither happiness nor unhappiness in this world; there is only the comparison of one state with another. Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss. It is necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good life is to live.
Alexandre Dumas in The Count of Monte Cristo
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Despicable And Disrespecting Ways
Appalled and giving looks of disdain,
They with their exclusive and self righteous memberships...
Snear at others with blemished records.
From a past long ago regarded as youthfully spent.
And affecting any chance today they may walk upon water.
Of course...
These are the same people,
Who annoint themselves keepers of etiquette.
As passers of the ultimate judgements.
They also create the rules.
And 'makeup' the laws too.
And they who declare themselves above dirt and dust,
Have been the same ones supporting...
The marketing of decadence.
The very garbage surrounding us.
They are same ones driving up and down...
Trashed streets in deprived neighborhoods cruising.
Hoping anyone is soliciting to sell themselves,
As fresh meat.
And those of the self righteous,
Pay for a few minutes to get a quick taste.
Wasting no time showing their bravery,
To jump in someone's face to say...
Who in their past has done acts of sleaze.
And who is not qualified,
To be a role model representing their high standards.
And who should be idolized by children,
Who neither can write nor read or speak English properly.
These are the same people,
Who annoint themselves keepers of etiquette.
Passers of ultimate judgements.
They also create the rules.
And 'makeup' the laws too.
Look around!
Who allowed the quality of life,
And foundations of kept standards and values...
To crumble down?
The poor, hungry and homeless?
Victims of not being deceivers, crooks or blatant thieves.
And they are brave enough to look in someone's face.
The ones who place themselves on high pedestals...
To say,
Who in their past has done acts of sleaze.
And who is not qualified to represent their high standards.
While expressing themselves to be forever hypnotized,
By their fantasized delusions.
And despicable and disrespecting ways on display,
Boasting about what they have, who they are...
In social name dropping sessions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Emerald City Sequence
(quincy jones/charlie smalls)
Emerald city green:
I want to be seen green
Wouldnt be caught dead, red
cause if you are seen green
It means you got mean bread
Youve got to be seen green
To show that youre stuffs layed
If youre not seen green
You better be wearing jade
Oh, youve got to be seen green
Dont tell them your cupboards bare
That you gave up one weeks feed
To pay for your colored hair
Oh, oh, oh
An announcement from the great powerful oz:
I thought it over and green is dead
till I change my mind, the color is red
Emerald city red:
I wouldnt be seen green
Ooo! oo! oo! ah! ah!
I wouldnt be caught dead
And if Im caught at all
Then catch me in dead, red
Ooo!
Youve got to be dead red
Youve got to be real hot
So throw away those green gems
And wear rubies on your yacht
Youve got to be dead, red
Youve got to have flash and flair
And if youre not seen red
Then you shouldnt be seen nowhere
Ah!
How quickly fashion goes down the drain.
Last week when you all was wearin pink
Already for me red was old.
The ultimate brick is gold.
Thats the new color, children
Emerald city gold:
Golden gold
Golden gold
Golden gold
Golden gold
You got to be seen gold
Watch out for the new kind
You got to have old gold
Like some from a gold mine
You got to be wearin gold
The twenty four carat kind
And once youve shined it up
It should ought to make you blind, ah!
You got to be seen in gold
To show that youre super slick
It helps to pay tips and tolls
Its the ultimate yellow brick
Its the ultimate
Gold
Golden gold
Golden gold
Golden gold
Golden gold
Golden gold
Golden gold
Golden gold
Gold, gold, gold, gold
Gold!
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Ch 01 Manner Of Kings Story 14
One of the ancient kings neglected the government of his realm and kept the army in distress. Accordingly the whole of it ran away when a powerful enemy appeared.
If he refrains from giving treasure to the troops
They refrain from putting their hands to the sword.
What bravery will they display in battle array
When their hands are empty and affairs deplorable?
I was on terms of friendship with one of those who had acted treacherously and reproached him, telling him that it was base, ungrateful, despicable and undutiful to abandon an old master when his affairs have changed a little and to disregard the obligations incurred for benefits received during many years. He replied: "If I inform thee, perhaps thou wilt excuse me for my horse had no barley and my saddle-cloth was pawned. A sultan who grudges money to his troops, they cannot bravely risk their lives for him."
Give gold to the soldier that he may serve thee.
If thou witholdest gold, he will serve elsewhere.
When a warrior is full, he will be brave in fight but if his belly be
empty, he will be brave in flight.
Imaginative truth is the most immediate way of presenting ultimate reality to a human being … ultimate reality is what we call God.
quote by R.S. Thomas
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Brave Sword
By bravery we subdue the brilliance
Of an enemy with a sling;
O the enchantment that bravery brings,
Promises are made on the mast.
Concerns creep to wander with lust,
Bravery derides the normal quest.
That it is from the strength of the heart.
The strong heart must be brave and gallant,
Like Fancy itself, the real pleasures that await.
Love and bravery are doubled when struck
By the sword, steel in its grip and material.
poem by Naveed Akram
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