A Horde
i do not wish
to fight the
horde
neither shall
i be with
the horde
follow the horde
and be part
of the anonymous
hordes
i am staying.
i am myself.
i am free.
and i like being
left alone
says the
stone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Celestial Horde
Celestial Horde
From the skies they rouse,
Filling the coast with fog
The warriors strung arrows,
The battle shalt be fought!
The descending celestial horde
Clashes with the swords,
And lightening strikes hard
Leaving the water scarred
Beauty of sea is lost
To wrath of the storms,
Silence surrenders at last
The tides expand their form!
And suddenly a light glows,
From far beyond the sea,
The water spurts and flows,
As the hordes depart the scene
At a new day’s dawn
Terror of fog has gone,
We celebrate singing songs
Of the mighty warriors, who won!
poem by Ravenend Frost
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In my preaching the shafts are ever aimed at the brainwashed horde.
quote by Powell Clayton
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Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
quote by Lord Byron
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Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.
World Of Warcraft
In the realm of Azeroth
Where mighty heroes battle
The epic soldiers rush about
Many in a brattle
The many people of the land
Fight with magic or sword
Two factions against each other
The Alliance and the Horde
Swords forever drowning in blood
Which soon falls to the earth
Blood-stained corpses are empty shells
Their spirits await rebirth
Within this tale of gore and blood
Live mythic races of old
And you shall learn of their quests
As this fable will unfold
The Alliance share a grand pact
And each race is sincere
Humans, Gnomes, Dwarves and Elves
Are some species that live here
The trusting Humans of Stormwind
Started this coalition
They think the orcs of Durotar
Put them in this position
The noble Elves of Darnassus
Worship the night and moon
They change their shape and sneak about
And pray to the Goddess Elune
The brilliant Gnomes of Tinkertown
Are bothered by their positions
Re-taking their city of Gnomeregan
Is one of the gnomes' main missions
The sturdy Dwarves of Ironforge
Aren't good at being sober
They always have their brewfest
In the jolly month of October
The most recent race
To join this federation
Are the forever faithful Draenei
They left their homes to find salvation
Thrall, the orcish warchief
Helped the Horde unite
Orcs, trolls, undead and tauren;
The Alliance they will fight
The gentle Orcs of Orgrimmar
Were once savage and evil
The corruption of a demon
Was the cause of this upheaval
The superstitious Trolls of Darkspear
Carry an amulet or charm
To protect them from The Voodoo
They believe it does them harm
The simple Tauren of Thunderbluff
To nature they are gentle
They pray to the Earthmother
They are not too judgmental
The cursed Undead of Undercity
Are the produce of a plague
They were once the plan of demons
Their emotions are vague
The Blood Elves of Silvermoon
Named in honor of those slain
They are faithful to the Horde
Without magic they go insane
You now know the races of old
So take up tome and haft
Ready your senses, sharpen your wit
Enter the World of Warcraft
poem by Alex Scherling
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The dance of the bonfire
Ah the dance around the flames,
Providing warmth and glee,
As we hold out our hands till day,
We drink our mead,
And dance the maypole at day,
We fight for our endless right,
To celebrate the fire festival,
As we dance and win the fight,
Defending our great flame,
The horde tries to stop us now,
But that will be their doom,
We won the battle and the flame is safe,
And we return to our mead,
Now the flame is safe once again,
We dance around it once again.
poem by Nicholas Spandrel
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Teenage boys, goaded by their surging hormones run in packs like the primal horde. They have only a brief season of exhilarating liberty between control by their mothers and control by their wives.
quote by Camille Paglia
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Fight For Freedom
The Fight for Freedom
Another art exhibition, paintings of naïve art decorated on ancient doors
and window shutters, most of them about harvesting of olive and carobs.
And of course there were mules and donkeys without the beasts of burden
the Iberian landscape could not contained its charm of slow but steady
labour. Fences made by stones, from unwilling earth, this patch of land
is mine given to me by my father. And so are the trees, all of them; land
was important back then for families’ survival and cultural inheritance.
And they are lucky, the Portuguese, no horde of war injured people will
descend upon them and declare a new Hebrew republic,
Yet, once upon a time Portugal was a province under Imperial Rome till
it declared independence, by force. If you do not fight for your freedom
you will not get it. So what is left for the Palestinians to do….Intifada?
poem by Oskar Hansen
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From One Who Stays
How empty seems the town now you are gone!
A wilderness of sad streets, where gaunt walls
Hide nothing to desire; sunshine falls
Eery, distorted, as it long had shone
On white, dead faces tombed in halls of stone.
The whir of motors, stricken through with calls
Of playing boys, floats up at intervals;
But all these noises blur to one long moan.
What quest is worth pursuing? And how strange
That other men still go accustomed ways!
I hate their interest in the things they do.
A spectre-horde repeating without change
An old routine. Alone I know the days
Are still-born, and the world stopped, lacking you.
poem by Amy Lowell
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We Speak Often
we speak often...
of revolution, yet
we almost never speak,
of the old woman left alone,
her husband dead two years...
who sits in the dark,
and sometimes eats,
and cant see to clean her house.
we speak of peace,
and send troops to liberate,
teaching seperation in our churches.
we speak of hope,
yet horde all we can,
and keep our revolvers loaded.
we speak of justice
in terms of 'i' and 'they'....
and applaud wordplay in our courtrooms...
we speak of equality,
then call each race by name,
and demand that they speak english.
we speak of god as holier than thou...
never understanding dialogue and dissolution....
we speak a lot, yet cannot listen...
what fools we are!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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incense, sweat
flower-scent and
candle smoke
and yes, burnt good years
charred goodbyes
mortar fire
rotten hellos
and tear gas
earthy tobacco
from cigars lit
in a four-star mouth
stench of fear
the smell of terror
from a furious horde
reeking of dying heroes
of these domestic wars
and splattered brains
of us
poets
the ones
whom you do not
know
the ones whom you
do not notice
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Immigrant Song
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
>from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, i am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
>from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green,
Can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing.
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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Immigrant Song
Ah,ah ah,ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming.
On we sweep with treshing oars,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah,ah ah,ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green,
We calmed the tides of war,
Can whisper tales of gore:
We are your overlords.
On we sweep with treshing oars,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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Immigrant Song
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
>from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
>from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green,
Can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now youd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing.
song performed by by Led Zeppelin
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Immigrant Song
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
>from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
>from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green,
Can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now youd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing.
song performed by by Led Zeppelin
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Keep White the Strain
'Keep white the strain!"
Oh! brothers mine, in bitter shame
Australia kneels and makes the prayer;
Wrench out the loathsome lusts and swear
To be men worthy of the name;
To hold your manhood with such price,
Such love of lineage and race,
That, when the nations give her place,
She shall go forth all purified.
"Keep white the strain!"
Oh, maiden of the sunny south
Slim maiden, trim and typical
Let not forbidden kisses fall
Upon thy sweet love-drenched mouth;
But rather teach the alien earth,
The Island and the Asian horde,
Thy body, by thine own accord,
Shall bear true witness of thy birth.
For this is our most sacred trust,
That ye shall in the full maintain,
Whether in simple love or lust -
"Keep white the strain!"
poem by Anonymous Oceania
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Returned
He forced it on himself, like prejudice
Year by year it came
Strong and bitter
Never sweeter
When enjoined to pain
Can the Vikings do it?
A cold Germanic horde
Force a king to do it
Cut down Damocles sword
But love is never finer
Bleeding forcefully
And life is never truer
Down upon the knees
Lie, you knew your Keeper
Knew himself a fraud
Forced his heart to buckle
And brought him back to God.
poem by Derrick Puente
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Immigrant Song
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods,
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde singing and crying:
valhalla I am coming!
On we sweep,
With thrashing oar.
Our only goal will be the western shore.
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
Sultry fields of green,
Whispered tales of lore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war,
We are your overlords.
On we sweep,
With thrashing oar.
Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now youd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day despite all your losing.
Originally by led zeppelin
song performed by by Nirvana
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Anonymous Ghurl
Anonymous Ghurl Anonymous Ghurl
Said one day to her mother
'I'll be me and no one else
I'll never be another'
Anonymous Ghurl Anonymous Ghurl
Said one day to her dad
'The things that you have done to me
They make me feel so sad'
Anonymous Ghurl Anonymous Ghurl
Said one day to God
'How can I belive in you
You are such a fraud'
Anonymous Ghurl Anonymous Ghurl
Said one day to her friend
'I don't want to go on any more
I want it all to end'
Anonymous Ghurl Anonymous Ghurl
Said one day to no one
'I can't go on anymore
As she pulled the trigger of the gun'
Anonymous Ghurl Anonymous Ghurl
Said one day to me
'Leave your body far behind
And you too can be free'
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Louw Wepener
When Wepener climbed mount Bosigo
the steel assegai points
glittered against the slope.
His rifle hit its own thunder
where he stood
against a horde of the enemy.
Shooting loading and shooting
while assegais shining
like falling rain from the air
and the Almighty
asked a brave man a sacrifice,
to like His Son carry a cross.
[Reference: Ter nagedagtenis van Kommandant Louw Wepener by F.W. Reitz. Assegai = A spear.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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