Although they are
Although they are
only breath, words
which I command
are immortal
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Words
Although they are
only breath, words
which I command
are immortal
Sappho
tr. Barnard
Under Your Breath
Hangin' in the underground
Before a train back out of town
Away from you
All the lights that disappear
In the tunnels way down here
It's quite a view
Sometimes I wish I were deaf
Then I wouldn't hear the words you say
Under your breath
Under your breath
Locked away in your room
On the phone with someone who
She thinks out loud
Thought she found the right to leave
Think of the things you used to need
And I'd run out
Sometimes I wish I were deaf
But I hear the words you say
Under your breath
Under your breath
Anything that you put on me
All the things your head needs, You believe
Read my mind 'Cause I can't say anything
The sick heart potion
Two parts pain
One part true again
Sometimes I wish I were deaf
But I hear the words you say
Under your breath
Under your breath
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Under Your Breath
Hangin' in the underground
Before a train back out of town
Away from you
All the lights that disappear
In the tunnels way down here
It's quite a view
Sometimes I wish I were deaf
Then I wouldn't hear the words you say
Under your breath
Under your breath
Locked away in your room
On the phone with someone who
She thinks out loud
Thought she found the right to leave
Think of the things you used to need
And I'd run out
Sometimes I wish I were deaf
But I hear the words you say
Under your breath
Under your breath
Anything that you put on me
All the things your head needs, You believe
Read my mind 'Cause I can't say anything
The sick heart potion
Two parts pain
One part true again
Sometimes I wish I were deaf
But I hear the words you say
Under your breath
Under your breath
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face
(words & music by ewan maccoll)
The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the empty skies my love
To the dark and the empty skies
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hands
Like a trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command my love
That was there at my command
Hoa hoa hoa oh oh oh oh oh oh
Woh oh oh oh hoa hoa hoa
Oh hoa hoa hoa hoa hoa hoa
That was there at my command my love
That was there at my command
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hands
Like a trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command my love
That was there at my command
Hoa hoa hoa oh oh oh oh oh oh
Woh oh oh oh hoa hoa hoa
Oh hoa hoa hoa hoa hoa hoa
That was there at my command my love
That was there at my command
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Burning Rope
The warming sun, the cooling rain,
The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze,
The lightning bolt that frees the sky for you
Yet only eagles seem to pass on through.
The words of love, the cries of hate,
And the man in the moon who seduced you
Then finally loosed you.
You climbed upon a burning rope to escape the mob below,
But you had put the flaming out so that others could not follow,
To be out of the bounds and the barks of those who do not wish you well.
You must blaze a trail of your own, unknown, alone,
But keep in mind
Dont live today for tomorrow like you were immortal.
The only survivors on this world of ours are
The warming sun, the cooling rain,
The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze,
The lightning bolt that frees the sky for you
Yet only eagles seem to pass on through.
The words of love, the cries of hate,
And the man in the moon who seduced you
Then finally loosed you.
Youre old and disillusioned now as you realise at last,
That all all you have accomplished here will have soon all turned to
Dust.
You dream of a future after life, well thats as maybe, I dont know.
But you cant take what you left behind, youre all alone.
So keep in mind
Dont live today for tomorrow like you were immortal.
The only survivors on this world of ours are
The warming sun, the cooling rain,
The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze,
The lightning bolt that frees the sky for you
Yet only eagles seem to pass on through.
The words of love, the cries of hate,
And the man in the moon...
song performed by by Genesis
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You Took My Breath Away
You took my breath away
I want it back again
Look at the mess Im in
I dont know what to say
I dont know how to feel
You dont care anyway
All I can do is wait
You took my breath away
You took this song of mine
And changed the middle bit
It used to sound alright
But now the words dont fit
Its getting hard to rhyme
Impossible to play
Ive tried it many times
You took my breath away
One day when the sun is shining
There will be that silver lining
You knocked my headlights out
So turn them on again
I cant see where Im going
I cant tell where Ive been
I dont know how to feel
This hasnt been my day
Seems like Ive lost a wheel
You took my breath away
You took my breath away
You took my breath away
You took my breath away
song performed by by George Harrison
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To be immortal is commonplace; except for man, all creatures are immortal, for they are ignorant of death; what is divine, terrible, incomprehensible, is to know that one is immortal.
quote by Jorge Luis Borges
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Poetic Emotion.
The heart's throb makes the music: words are air,
A mortal breath, if no emotion thrills
The subtle syllables; and all men own
The poesy, the passion, and the power
When that the Poet's fiery fingers touch
The lyre immortal. 'Tis from him alone
The accents of life's mystery are heard,
As the harmonious numbers take the soul
And the unearthy in us answers him.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Written words
Written words
~
Where the written words
Depict the heart itself
How can it fail to touch the soul
The beauty of language
In the expression of thought
Is the unbound creation
Within us all
It is know as humane beauty
The life breath
A belief in a dream
Immortal and thought filled
Alive upon the page
There the written word exists
Reflecting the world
Depicting the heart itself
How can it fail to touch
A human soul
poem by Matthew Holloway
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In A Breath
Life is only one breath after another,
We are the ones who control our breaths, not oneanother.
A breath is all it takes,
To make a breath.
In a breath you could stop,
In a breath you could drop,
In a breath anything could happen,
In a breath anything could happen.
Life is the journey down a pathway,
Of which stones are breaths that show you the way.
A path to eternity, to forever.
Where you shall stay forever and ever.
In a breath you could die,
In a breath you could fly,
In a breath anything could happen,
In a breath anything could happen.
Tomorrow is yet a turn,
A turn you may not reach, but only a breath can determine,
You don't know when your final turn comes.
You do not know what you will become.
In a breath you could win,
In a breath you could sin.
In a breath anything could happen,
anything could happen.
Life is but a breath,
Air is but a breath,
In life you will find the truth,
And find air is the proof.
In a breath you could find nothing,
In a breath you could find everything,
In a breath anything could happen,
In a breath anything could happen.
You travel down a river,
Where bubbles are breaths and you are the giver.
The giver of ripples, of currents,
Of which for endurence.
In a breath you could loose,
In a breath you could choose.
In a breath anything could happen
In a breath anything could happen.
Follow the river of dreams to the sea.
This is eternity you will see.
Breath avery breath,
As if it were your last breath.
In a breath you could sail.
In a breath you could fail.
In a breath anything could happen,
anything could happen.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Words
words comfort me
like fairies in my forest
at night
when everything is dark
and cold
and lonely
words are like fireflies
on the trees
perhaps
on this therapy
i have become a slave
to words
everyday they command
that i write them
forms of worship
terms of endearment
and for such love
and affection
i have become a word
myself
man of letters
sounding like
syllables
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Last Breath
Don't take it now
Your last breath
Wondering how
Your last breath
All that it means
And all that it does
Your last breath
Fitting everything in
Just before you take
Your last breath
Want to take mine
Before you've taken yours
Your last breath
Shutting your already opened doors
Your last breath
Don't do it yet
There's plenty to do
If you take yours
I'll take mine too
Your last breath
Please don't
Your not ready yet
Your very last breath
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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To Keats
'thou wast not born for death, Immortal Bird! '
now live eternally
in worthy world,
in poetic realm.
thy words impress the soul,
and overwhelm
our each and every thought...
thou wast a singing Bird,
for us thou always brought
enchanting, rhythmic words...
now do a different job:
remove the veil of gloom
from caring, thoughtful mind,
do not intend to sob
in sad, indolent mood.
try not to close thy eyes
pain is the part of life-
so why escape the world?
thou wast not born for death
IMMORTAL BIRD!
poem by Shahzia Batool
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10/31/2007 Command Post Controller
I work in the command post,
You wouldn’t know there everywhere from coast to coast.
We work while everyone else is wake and sleeping,
We do things that help our nations safe keeping.
No one understands the command post because,
No one fully grasps what the command post does.
Know this though,
Controllers are at work even in the snow.
Holidays we are still here,
24-7 every day of the year.
I work in the command post,
Family I miss the most.
But I don’t gripe nor complain,
I’m proud to serve I have no shame.
Next time your working your nine to five,
Remember controllers actions help keep you alive.
When you lay your head down and asleep you drift,
Remember a command post controller is still on shift.
poem by Coreena Dejesus
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A Poem Is Life
A poem is life, a being in verse,
A body traveling a minstrel's way,
Devouring all things for better or worse
With a rhythmic pulse that knows not the day.
As its chorus of words trembles with breath,
This organ of life travels on.
Like the undying conscience that gnawed at Macbeth
Long after the knife had been drawn.
An immortal being, a god of the page
This inspiration in verse shall remain
Living on and on with men and their age
As long as there's life to sustain.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The Death-Bed
In a stoic state of retrospection,
As she lay dying on the bed
She thought of all the words
She had said
To her Beloved
Some sweet, some sour
Some soothing, some jarring
Some savvy, some seductive...
Of all the words she remembered
That night, that moment
Those few last breaths
Of her fading life…
Were the words Immortal –
That would forever live on
In the heart of her Beloved
Long after she’s dead and gone…
“I will always love you”.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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I Am Already In Name An Internet Immortal
I AM ALREADY IN NAME AN INTERNET IMMORTAL
I am an already in name an Internet immortal
And like millions of others
I have many pages that reference me.
But I know somehow at some future time
In five years or fifty million
It will not be-
The end will come in some surprise I cannot know now.
And all my immortal name will be as if it never were.
So why do I seek to have a name at all?
And what is literary glory?
I will die
And who knows how many years later
My name will die also.
The only immortality is from God
God knows and God decides
And who will live and who will die
Does not depend on these lines either.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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My ardent prayer of the night.....
oh! journey of the night come and whisper my
dream that a prayer of mine be the vessel of hope
when the stream of death comes in my soul for
an immortal rest
let be the sole timeless sleep, i adore knock at my
peeping door, wish me the way to the shoulder of
the mother womb i stay
may the riding wind paddle my way to the kingdom,
where once, i knew that long before i come i was a
citizen that lures and passes in thy Eden haven's nest
be the guiding star that the angels may hear the silent
of my heart; a prayer that ask and be blessed for thy
voiceless whisper be the last day of my life
as i am gone, weight my command and judge
my entity the resurrected soul of mine be in your side,
for even at the last moment i take my breath, i call your
name
nestle my heart and settle my soul my dear Lord.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Im-Mortal
Dead and rotting like man
Immortal I am
An Eagles eye as far as i can see
destroyed by the masses
immortal to be
A sea of pain flushes over me
a nervous breakdown in me
The knowing of what to say
and the sun's rays
play two roles in my amends
Above a sea of fire and chaos
pain the only sound
my halo falls
falls to the ground
Dead and rotting like man
Immortal I am
The eagles eye can see farther than me
destroyed by masses
Immortal to be
And fire will rain and fill the sea
fire will rain...
reign over me
My skin feels like a suit
rip out my tongue
Making me mute
This fire is my master
making me see like a boy
a crippling disaster
No drug can numb this pain
no faith can break this grasp
but immortal i am.
dead and rotting like man
Immortal I am
Blinded at last
overpowered by fire
i cant...
The truth is, i am-Mortal
poem by Marley Magic
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Poetry is immortal
Poetry is immortal
yet so is the oracle
but poetry is no prophecy
it is energy from an inner sanctuary
one filled with creativity and imagery
yes poetry is immortal
it dives through any portal
whether it be mind, heart or soul
it slides through like a pole
poetry is everything and nothing
it is brilliant and disgusting
but it is still poetry
a magic that is everlasting
one that is never passing
it is a miracle
poetry is immortal
poem by Adens Kamwi
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