Hit
Throats are dead when throats are said enough then,
Theirs is that ferocious one, and when?
Too much farce is gaining much distrust now,
This fight managed my own light, just bow!
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Bells - A Collaboration
The bells! — ah, the bells!
The little silver bells!
How fairy-like a melody there floats
From their throats. —
From their merry little throats —
From the silver, tinkling throats
Of the bells, bells, bells —
Of the bells!
The bells! — ah, the bells!
The heavy iron bells!
How horrible a monody there floats
From their throats —
From their deep-toned throats —
From their melancholy throats!
How I shudder at the notes
Of the bells, bells, bells —
Of the bells!
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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It takes two to make a murder. There are born victims, born to have their throats cut, as the cut-throats are born to be hanged.
quote by Aldous Huxley
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White Ropes
Harrowing ropes glow from the throats,
Tightening the throats can be gladdening;
Upwards the stream of air escalated,
Disturbing and traumatic was the wind.
For it shared with other delights of the eye,
Ears stepped in white light with ear.
The harlequins derive their benefits from
Examinations that decide and vary the colors.
Unwholesome winters decide for our rights,
Riots are risky and relentless from afar,
Rotting floods are acting as leaders of the rains.
A troop of kangaroos collects after the zoo,
This meaning has chosen the exact winter.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Voices of the Air
But then there comes that moment rare
When, for no cause that I can find,
The little voices of the air
Sound above all the sea and wind.
The sea and wind do then obey
And sighing, sighing double notes
Of double basses, content to play
A droning chord for the little throats--
The little throats that sing and rise
Up into the light with lovely ease
And a kind of magical, sweet surprise
To hear and know themselves for these--
For these little voices: the bee, the fly
The leaf that taps, the pod that breaks,
The breeze on the grass-tops bending by,
The shrill quick sound that insect makes.
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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The Key-Board
Five-and-thirty black slaves,
Half-a-hundred white,
All their duty but to sing
For their Queen's delight,
Now with throats of thunder,
Now with dulcet lips,
While she rules them royally
With her finger-tips!
When she quits her palace,
All the slaves are dumb-
Dumb with dolour till the Queen
Back to Court is come:
Dumb the throats of thunder,
Dumb the dulcet lips,
Lacking all the sovereignty
Of her finger-tips.
Dusky slaves and pallid,
Ebon slaves and white,
When the Queen was on her throne
How you sang to-night!
Ah, the throats of thunder!
Ah, the dulcet lips!
Ah, the gracious tyrannies
Of her finger-tips!
Silent, silent, silent,
All your voices now;
Was it then her life alone
Did your life endow?
Waken, throats of thunder!
Waken, dulcet lips!
Touched to immortality
By her finger-tips.
poem by William Watson
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There Is a Lumping In Their Throats
Trust dusted.
Lusts of all kinds,
Now being busted.
And the smuggling once done,
Leave few prepared to run.
Nervous servants see this coming.
Some slip through exits.
None are humming.
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
~~~OH! ~~~
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
Gagging on fresh canteloupe,
Dressed in bathrobes in the castle.
Loud knocking on the doors disturb...
Hired belly dancers' tassels.
And the naked thieves who fed on grapes,
Watch the vice squad and cops rushing.
While the herdsmen hustling antelope...
Smoked their dope on the hills,
Without a hassel.
And from the castle windows seen,
Crooks sliding down ropes!
Some in mink coats.
Clinging onto bling...
While exposing 'other' things!
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
~~~OH! ~~~
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
And all those who had trusted a few...
Didn't know the few they trusted were police too.
They knew that they had been screwed,
When the canteloupe they gagged on...
They saw the antelope chew.
Trust dusted.
Lusts of all kinds,
Now being busted.
And the smuggling once done,
Leave few prepared to run.
Without their suits and ties to disguise...
How could they hide their naked thighs?
While the smoking of the dope supplied...
Came from the herdsmens' tribe!
~~~OH! ~~~
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
~~~OH! ~~~
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
~~~OH! ~~~
Without a boat.
~~~OH! ~~~
While they sat soaked.
~~~OH! ~~~
And jailed they mope!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cutting Their Own Throats
They are cutting their own throats.
'Aren't you being a bit dramatic?
Just because people happen to say,
A few things you dislike.
And their opinions seem to swing,
From the left to the right...
Does not mean that is what they are doing!
Or they want to seperate politically,
And do their own thing.
Which is basically the same thing,
The others are doing...
But more fanatically.
Besides...
People are expressing their disappointment.
Even if half of what has happened,
They have done to themselves.
They have literally created their own problems.'
Come here...
Take a look.
'Oh my!
I thought you meant that metaphorically? '
Meta 'who-ically'?
I don't know what 'that' means!
All I know is what I see.
And...
They are cutting their own throats.
I would not believe it myself,
If I had not witnessed it.
'Yeah...
They are!
For real...
They are!
Wow.
Geeessshhh!
Talk about taking something to the extreme.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Much
Women of night life amid the lights
Where the line of your full, round throats
Matches in gleam the glint of your eyes
And the ring of your heart-deep laughter:
It is much to be warm and sure of to-morrow.
Women of night life along the shadows,
Lean at your throats and skulking the walls,
Gaunt as a bitch worn to the bone,
Under the paint of your smiling faces:
It is much to be warm and sure of to-morrow.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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End of Summer (1966)
I'm tired of murdering children.
Once, long ago today, they wanted to live;
now I feel Vietnam the place
where rigor mortis is beginning to set-in upon me.
I force silence down the throats of mutes,
down the throats of mating-cries of animals who know they are extinct.
The chameleon's death-soliloquy is your voice's pulse;
your scorched forehead a constellation's suicide-note.
A phonograph needle plunges through long black hair,
and stone drips slowly into our veins.
The earth has been squandered by the meek.
And upsidedown in the earth a dead man walks upon my soles when I walk
A baby is crying.
In the swaddling-pages
a baby.
'Don't cry. No Solomori's-sword can
divide you from the sky.
You are one. Fly.'
I'm tired, so tired.
I have sleep to do.
I have work to dream.
poem by Bill Knott
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Eurotrash
We are nothing but Eurotrash
We take Plastic we take Cash
We are selling an image
Everything must go
I want you to know
You don't want the side effects
You wanna .com
Need simulated sex
We're selling you heaven
Prices down to a low
I thought you should know
It's all in your head
You're living a lie
There is nothing
Money can't buy
We are nothing but Eurotrash
We take Plastic and we take Cash
We sell our hearts second class
We slit our throats on tinted glass
We're silicon stitches
Reality bites hard
I want you to know
It's all in your head
You're living a lie
There is nothing Money can't buy
We are nothing but Eurotrash
We take Plastic we take Cash
We sell our hearts second class
We slit our throats on tinted glass
We are,We are,We are,We are,...
It's all in your head
You're living a lie
There is nothing Money can't buy
The future is here
Dreams have no end
Everything must go
We are nothing but Eurotrash
We take Plastic we take Cash
We sell our hearts second class
We slit our throats on tinted glass
song performed by by Zeromancer
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The Light And The Night
light of light night of night bind us in the dead of night. by lights bright light the deavil will fight. fight for the right to fight in the night. light will fight to end the night so all shall run and all shall fear for while the light and the night shall fight for all of time it is us in the mild that shall pay the price. not the light who thinks there right and not the night who wants to fight but the ones who are forever traped in the mild. with no way out we suffer like no othere in the night and in the light for all of time we watch the light and watch the night fight and fight untill we all turn to dust and are souls join the fight for the light or for the night one way or another we all shall join the fight.
poem by Joey Cooksey
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Heart Of Steel
Build a fire a thousand miles away
to light my long way home
I ride a comet
My trail is long to stay
Silence is a heavy stone
I fight the world and take all they can give
There are times my heart hangs low
Born to walk against the wind
Born to hear my name
No matter where I stand I'm alone
Stand and fight
Live by your heart
Always one more try
I'm not afraid to die
Stand and fight
Say what you feel
Born with a heart of steel
Burn the bridge behind you
Leave no retreat
There's only one way home
Those who laugh and crowd the path
and cut each other's throats
Will fall like melting snow
They'll watch us rise with fire in our eyes
They'll bow their heads
Their hearts will hang low
Then we'll laugh and they will kneel
and know this heart of steel was
Too hard to break
Too hard to hold
Stand and fight
Live by your heart
Always one more try
I'm not afraid to die
Stand and fight
Say what you feel
Born with a heart of steel
song performed by by Manowar from Kings Of Metal
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When you take a lot of stick you want to ram it down people's throats.
quote by Frank Lampard
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My sore throats are always worse than anyone's.
quote by Jane Austen
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Pakig-away Kanako, Ayaw, Kay Imo Ko
pakig-away kanako ayaw
magkuyog kitang duha, hinonoa
sa atong nag-ung-ong nga
tam-is kaayong mga lusok
sa atong gugma
dili nato iluwa, hinonoa,
atong usapon, atong tilaan
sa atong mga dila
ilad-ok ang kalami
sulod sa atong mga
naglaway nga mga
tilaok
===============english translation==================
fight me not, think
fight me not
we shall be together, forgive
in this love impending
spit it not, think,
let us chew, and lick
with our tongues
and swallow the taste
of its sweetness
inside our wetting
throats.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Four thousand throats may be cut in one night by a running man.
A running man can slit a thousand throats in one night.
Don't worry about people stealing an idea. If it's original, you will have to ram it down their throats.
quote by Howard Aiken
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Getting Plenty
And I'm not going down
And you'll not have me now
You cannot drag me down
So easy to approach me
I only get with cut throats
You think I'm only joking around
Well I'm holding them now
You will not have me now
You make a bee line for me
And I say
song performed by by The Stone Roses from Garage Flower
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