Quotes about fist, page 12
Into Solid Mist
a lonely page - a lonely leaf- -
by boney rage,
i drive my fist
into solid mist;
into a wall of relief...
-4: 37 a.m.,11-26-2012 -
poem by Ray Quesada
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Some men are called sagacious, merely on account of their avarice: whereas a child can clench its fist the moment it is born.
quote by William Shenstone
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I've seen a dead body, I've seen some pretty gruesome fist fights, I've been a hunter since I was a child, though I don't anymore, I've gutted wild game.
quote by George Eads
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Today the tyrant rules not by club or fist, but disguised as a market researcher, he shepherds his flocks in the ways of utility and comfort.
quote by Marshall McLuhan
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I've learned that in order to achieve what I wanted, it made more sense to negotiate than to defend the autonomy of my work by pounding my fist on the table.
quote by Thom Mayne
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If you shake your fist, the other guy will shake his too. But if you extend your hand to shake their hand, then they will extend theirs also, and you've made a friend.
quote by Ricardo Montalban
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Touches {Adult Contents}
To get excited, man must touch woman.
To get excited, woman must get man’s touch.
A woman’s touch on a man will matter
Only when she handles him in her fist.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Compulsion 5
it is there
it goes out
you want to hide it in your palm
in your clenched fist
it escapes
as perfume
as smoke
from the chimney
of the house
whose windows and doors you have closed
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Angelic Rapist
I take flight as I
stalk you thru the
night.
Black feathered wings
and halo shine bright.
Play my melody.
Rock-a-bye b! tch.
Swoop down on you and
rape you of yer happiness.
poem by BroKen FisT
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It was my dream that I had clenched in a fist of discontent and wouldn't release. But time had now pried every finger open. There is peace in an open and upraised hand that isn't grasping for anything.
quote by Laurel Lee
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