Armies in the Fire
The lamps now glitter down the street;
Faintly sound the falling feet;
And the blue even slowly falls
About the garden trees and walls.
Now in the falling of the gloom
The red fire paints the empty room:
And warmly on the roof it looks,
And flickers on the back of books.
Armies march by tower and spire
Of cities blazing, in the fire;--
Till as I gaze with staring eyes,
The armies fall, the lustre dies.
Then once again the glow returns;
Again the phantom city burns;
And down the red-hot valley, lo!
The phantom armies marching go!
Blinking embers, tell me true
Where are those armies marching to,
And what the burning city is
That crumbles in your furnaces!
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Those Who Are Less Fortunate Then You
Consolidation.
The gathering of a nation.
Make us one.
Make us whole.
Destroy this void.
With armies sent to destroy.
Under political control.
Creating a martial law.
Protesters are silenced with the sounds gun fire.
Lethal force has been authorized.
And blood pours and pools right under our feet.
Their is no going back.
Their is no retreat.
That flag marks the day of defeat.
Consolidation.
The gathering of a nation.
Make us one.
Make us whole.
Destroy this void.
With armies sent to destroy.
Under political control.
Consolidation.
The gathering of a nation.
Make us one.
Make us whole.
Destroy this void.
With armies sent to destroy.
Under political control.
Monsters with innocent faces.
The poison in this water has become so tasteless.
Does this mean it won't kill?
The fight for the freedom of the defenseless.
Let our crys be heard.
Let them hear us all over the world.
Consolidation.
The gathering of a nation.
Make us one.
Make us whole.
Destroy this void.
With armies sent to destroy.
Under political control.
Divide us into groups of races, religions, classes and other discrimination's.
It doesn't change that we are all made of this flesh.
With hearts that all beat the same.
We all bleed the same.
No matter the cage we're imprisoned in.
This won't change.
Consolidation.
The gathering of a nation.
Make us one.
Make us whole.
Destroy this void.
With armies sent to destroy.
Under political control.
Consolidation.
The gathering of a nation.
Make us one.
Make us whole.
Destroy this void.
With armies sent to destroy.
Under political control.
All we ask for, all we want, all we seek is the right to be as we are.
Is our very existence so wrong?
That no haven or shelter shall be given to those who less fortunate then you, then you, then you?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Phantom Lord
Sound is ripping through your ears
The deafing sound of metal nears
Your bodies waiting for his whips
The taste of leather on your lips
Hear the cry of War
Louder than before
With his sword in hand
to control the land
Crushing metal strikes
on this frightening night
Fall onto your knees
For the Phantom Lord
Victems falling under chains
You hear them crying death pains
The fists of terrors breaking through
Now there's nothing you can do
Hear the cry of War
Louder than before
With his sword in ha o
to control the land
Crushing metal strikes
on this frightening night
Fall onto your knees
For the Phantom Lord
The leather armies have prevailed
The Phantom Lord has never failed
Smoke is lifting from the ground
The rising volume metal sound
Hear the cry of War
Louder than before
With his sword in hand
to control the land
Crushing metal strikes
on this frightening night
Fall onto your knees
For the Phantom Lord
Fall to your knees
and bow to the Phantom Lord
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How to say nothing
Increasing awareness of him suffice
Themselves to the very same expression
Of tonal revolution as it concern
The black man and the gay man
Caught up in racism of
The tribal technology of an
Brotherhood of languages
That is the cohesive force.
But let us not be deceived
By this simplistic cover
Less we fall pray to the
Private armies of the blacks
Armies of unprecedented honor
Armies to withstand the house servants attack
The betrayals of the
Migrating blacks
Increasingly durning
The tragedy was the
Alarming survival rate
During starving times
poem by David E. Patton
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The armies, the difference of all of those armies that had been fighting each other and the Taliban took advantage of that to rule over the whole country.
quote by Bulent Ecevit
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Napoleon Bonaparte
The world lay at his feet
and the whole of Europe he wanted to unite,
into Asia his armies swept
conquering Russia
until they met up with a fierce winter
and at Waterloo he had the British outgunned
until rain fell for days
and his big guns got stuck in the mud.
Whatever stories history, the Russians
and the British do tell,
against nature and its Creator
Napoleon’s armies did fall.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Young Night-Thought
All night long and every night,
When my mama puts out the light,
I see the people marching by,
As plain as day before my eye.
Armies and emperor and kings,
All carrying different kinds of things,
And marching in so grand a way,
You never saw the like by day.
So fine a show was never seen
At the great circus on the green;
For every kind of beast and man
Is marching in that caravan.
As first they move a little slow,
But still the faster on they go,
And still beside me close I keep
Until we reach the town of Sleep.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Little Guns
Tiny people, with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny soldiers, with little guns
Little tanks, no bigger than your thumb
They want you
Little people, with tiny brains
Little bullets flowing, in their veins
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny people with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
They want you, you
You, you, you, you
Little airplanes, with tiny bombs
Little squadrons, dropping thimbles of napalm
They want you
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny people, with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
You, you
You, you, you, you
Tiny people, little guns
Tiny people, little guns
Tiny people, little guns
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Waves
Kind of thunder from my heart
Flooding my eyes
Kind of armies marching
Through my head
Sombre soldiers
From nowhere
Kind of someones
Moving out of me
Have no fear
Going somewhere
Ship is leaving right on time
Empty harbour, wave goodbye
Evacuation of the isle
Cavemans paintings drowning
Famous last words on the air
I stay here and you are there
While our city softly sinks
Cavemens paintings drowning
song performed by by Alphaville
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Psalm 75
There is a cup
And the wine is red
And the grapes are crushed in wrath to fill it up
And with blood dipped robes
And armies by His side
He has come to pour the contents of the cup
I will choose the proper time
I will pour down fire on earth
I will judge the wicked and exalt My remnant bride
For the boastful are brought low
And the wicked are cut off
And the armies of the Lord march side by side
So have faith my little ones
The pillars stand secure
I am coming in my glory in the sky
The foundations are not destroyed
And my love it has no end
I will come to reign forever from on high
poem by Frank McEleny
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The Concert
No, I will go alone.
I will come back when it's over.
Yes, of course I love you.
No, it will not be long.
Why may you not come with me?—
You are too much my lover.
You would put yourself
Between me and song.
If I go alone,
Quiet and suavely clothed,
My body will die in its chair,
And over my head a flame,
A mind that is twice my own,
Will mark with icy mirth
The wise advance and retreat
Of armies without a country,
Storming a nameless gate,
Hurling terrible javelins down
From the shouting walls of a singing town
Where no women wait!
Armies clean of love and hate,
Marching lines of pitiless sound
Climbing hills to the sun and hurling
Golden spears to the ground!
Up the lines a silver runner
Bearing a banner whereon is scored
The milk and steel of a bloodless wound
Healed at length by the sword!
You and I have nothing to do with music.
We may not make of music a filigree frame,
Within which you and I,
Tenderly glad we came,
Sit smiling, hand in hand.
Come now, be content.
I will come back to you, I swear I will;
And you will know me still.
I shall be only a little taller
Than when I went.
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Fire
Falling, falling
The sun is burning black.
Falling, falling
Its beating on my back,
With the fire.
Falling, falling
And the moon is running red.
Its pulling me instead, with the fire.
Fire.
But theres a fire inside.
Im falling over.
Theres a fire in me.
And I call out.
And I feel some fire.
Im calling out.
The stars are falling down.
They knock me to the ground.
With the fire, fire.
And theres a fire inside.
When Im falling over,
Theres a fire in me.
When I call out,
Theres a fire inside.
When Im falling over,
I feel the fire.
Im burning fire, falling.
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National armies fight nations, royal armies fight their like, the first obey a mob, always demented and the second a king, generally sane.
quote by J.F.C. Fuller
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Iris
I like the way my hand looked on your head
In the prescense of my knuckles
And the beauty of this vision alone
Just like yesterday's sunset
Has been perverted by the sentimental
And mistaken for love
The felix of your truth will always break it
And the iris of your eyes will always shake it
And the armies
The armies I have created
Will always hate it
Will always bate you on
I liked the way my hand looked on your head
In the prescense of my struggle
And the beauty of this vision alone
I can't shake from my tree just yet
it's invading all my private moments
Listen to me now
The felix of your truth will always break it
And the iris of your eye will always shake it
And the armies
The armies i have created
Will always hate it
Will always bate you on
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That is the great mistake about the affections. It is not the rise and fall of empires, the birth and death of kings, or the marching of armies that move them most. When they answer from their depths, it is to the domestic joys and tragedies of life.
quote by Amelia Barr
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Listen
What is that sound?
Like the trailing of a fan
through a silent anteroom?
It is the murmur of air
ruffling leaves.
It is the herald of the whirlwind
which will strip those leaves from their trees
and wrench the trees from the hillside
and blast the soil from the rocks beneath,
leaving the skeleton of the earth
to bleach and crumble.
And what is that sound?
Like a cascade of pearls
on a silver salver?
It is the rushing of the waterfall
in the Italian garden.
It presages the tempest and the raging ocean
which smashes the earth's boundaries
and drives the rivers back up to their sources,
drowning and destroying everything that lives in air.
And what is that sound?
Like the crackle of dry twigs
under the heavy boots of soldiers?
It is the fire in the hearth,
logs spitting, blue and yellow flame dancing
under the granite lintel.
It is the messenger of the Sun
which will rage and burn the planet
to a cloud of incandescent interstellar dust
for the winds of space to disperse forever.
And what is that sound?
High and plaintive
behind the polished nursery door?
It is the crying of a two-day-old baby.
It tells of the heavy tramp of armies
across the continents of the world
marching to the rhythms
of dark gods
bringing the destruction of cities
and the extinguishing of civilisations.
It is the sound of an empty skull
there in the desert,
abandoned by dog and raven,
dry and bleached and splitting along the seams,
home to gusts of wind
and the occasional locust.
These are the sounds of the end of human
endeavour,
the end pages of books,
the silence which silences the symphony.
When the gums shrivel and decay,
the teeth are cracked and broken
and there is to be found no place where the smile
or its shadow has ever been;
no echo of long ago laughter.
This is the sound of eternity.
poem by Brian Taylor
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Fire-Fly City
Like a long arrow through the dark the train is darting,
Bearing me far away, after a perfect day of love's delight:
Wakeful with all the sad-sweet memories of parting,
I lift the narrow window-shade and look out on the night.
Lonely the land unknown, and like a river flowing,
Forest and field and hill are gliding backward still athwart my dream;
Till in that country strange, and ever stranger growing,
A magic city full of lights begins to glow and gleam.
Wide through the landscape dim the lamps are lit in millions;
Long avenues unfold clear-shining lines of gold across the green;
Clusters and rings of light, and luminous pavilions, --
Oh, who will tell the city's name, and what these wonders mean?
Why do they beckon me, and what have they to show me?
Crowds in the blazing street, mirth where the feasters meet, kisses and wine:
Many to laugh with me, but never one to know me:
A cityful of stranger-hearts and none to beat with mine!
Look how the glittering lines are wavering and lifting, --
Softly the breeze of night, scatters the vision bright: and, passing fair,
Over the meadow-grass and through the forest drifting,
The Fire-Fly City of the Dark is lost in empty air!
Girl of the golden eyes, to you my heart is turning:
Sleep in your quiet room, while through the midnight gloom my train is whirled.
Clear in your dreams of me the light of love is burning, --
The only never failing light in all the phantom world.
poem by Henry Van Dyke
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Euphoria
Kind of thunder from my heart
Flooding my eyes
Flooding my eyes
Kind of armies marching through my head
Sombre soldiers
From nowhere
Kind of someones moving out of me
Have no fear
Have no fear
Kind of someones moving out of me
Going somewhere
Going somewhere
Ship is leaving right on time
Empty harbour, wave goodbye
Evacuation of the isle
Cavemans paintings drowning
Famous last words on the air
I stay here and you are there
While our city softly sinks
Cavemens paintings drowning
Drowning
Drowning...
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Gifts
These were just my gifts to you
from places deep inside
A diamond heart that flickers fire
Eyes fixed lazerly on you
Ears that lie in wait for your faintest russle
Arms as strong as armies minus any violence
Lips that love to breathe you in
As if you were my soul
poem by Boink Boink
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The Giant Oak
And then the sound of marching armies 'woke
Amid the branches of the soldier oak,
And tempests ceased their warring cry, and dumb
The lashing storms that muttered, overcome,
Choked by the heralding of battle smoke,
When these gnarled branches beat their martial drum.
poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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One has to bow
One has to bow or relent under pressure
Hardness or softness has no level to measure
What steps one take is to make sure?
Opening of one way leads for another closure
There is no possible victory or defeat
When you fight a war or openly meet?
What may clearly emerge is decisive result
Everything is to be taken boldly but not out of insult
Love is no loss and war is no gain
Armies face each other as rivals main
Who would loose and what shall be outcome?
Victorious armies may march with rousing welcome
If it is war of betters words and no attrition
World has to enjoy without any condition
There will be meeting of minds with no banner
Everything may be seen or visible without scanner
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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