Quotes about vogue, page 8
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Verse1:
A cool nice evening with a rhythmic melody smooching,
in and around the facet of party hall,
mirching with the chirping sound of the half filled glasses,
aroma of the flowers, bouquet, people made the place an orchid,
thither came my angel with the curl glossy hair bubbling in the slender shoulders,
the long brown gown waved the auburn carpet garnishing the marble base
the elegant silk garb was in vogue with chic stones essence,
her charming smile and fascinating eyes made her my beloved.
Verse2:
Yes these are the very same alluring smile and stunning eyes,
which took me to her in the ultimate year of our departure from college.
The feeling of departure brought us together and bloomed the friendship
and made a brawny bond of lovable friendship.
We always use to think about the unspoken words of all the years passed
but still thanks to the convener who made the get together party,
where our friendship sprouted,
where our hearts sprung upon
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poem by Sowmya Selvan
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In The First Elective Ministry
In the neolithic age of our Australia, long ago,
There dwelt a wise old chieftain, as you probably don't know;
His royal tastes and habits I won't venture to describe,
But his plain horse-sense was noted and applauded by his tribe.
Now, this chief was not a despot, as you will, perhaps, conclude;
For, though debate was noisy and procedure somwhat crude,
There did exist a Parliament, elected in due form,
With a Premier and Ministry - which made things pretty warm.
For the style of Party Government, in vogue about that time,
Was inclined to lead to discord - not to mention down-right crime.
For boomerangs and waddies were used freely in debate;
And, as a rule, ex-Ministers were spoken of as 'late.'
For the salaries of Ministers were not to be despised;
And 'emoluments of office ' were, indeed, most highly prized.
The Premier got five 'possums and ten fat grubs a day,
While a snake and three gohannas were his colleagues' daily pay.
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poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Nothing But Wind
Nothing But Wind
Music the world filled with,
And is God-breathed the melody in it.
Music moves the world around on its way,
And it’s wind in music dwells.
Muse of Music! Let me imbibe thy notes
For sans thee my voice lies half-dead
When my heart is to sing
That
NOTHING BUT WIND is music.
My soul enters the sylvan woodlands-
The abode of musical birds,
And in quest of music haunts every nest.
It’s music that birds chirp,
And I lay my soul on a pasture,
And the chirping of birds does caress my soul:
The cuckoo sings with twain quick notes,
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poem by MBJ Pancras
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Ce qu'on entend sur la montagne
Ô altitudo !
Avez-vous quelquefois, calme et silencieux,
Monté sur la montagne, en présence des cieux ?
Était-ce aux bords du Sund ? aux côtes de Bretagne ?
Aviez-vous l'océan au pied de la montagne ?
Et là, penché sur l'onde et sur l'immensité,
Calme et silencieux, avez-vous écouté ?
Voici ce qu'on entend : - du moins un jour qu'en rêve
Ma pensée abattit son vol sur une grève,
Et, du sommet d'un mont plongeant au gouffre amer,
Vit d'un côté la terre et de l'autre la mer,
J'écoutai, j'entendis et jamais voix pareille
Ne sortit d'une bouche et n'émut une oreille.
Ce fut d'abord un bruit large, immense, confus,
Plus vague que le vent dans les arbres touffus,
Plein d'accords éclatants, de suaves murmures,
Doux comme un chant du soir, fort comme un choc d'armures
Quand la sourde mêlée étreint les escadrons
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poem by Victor Hugo
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Proem.
I only knew one poet in my life.
— BROWNING.
I have not known a poet but myself,
If I'm indeed one, as I ought to be,
Considering how these many years I've made
The Muse now such a woman in my life.
No flesh and blood could put to proof the art
With which I wooed her; ay, and woo her still,
Though, as I deem, ere this she has been won.
I have not known another, as I say,
Who could be called a poet, or has been
Acclaimed such by the not too wise in wit
Who label literature's itinerants —
Professed discerners (as in every art
With sheer cock-surety there be those who
Deem their diploma Fame's own warranty);
Who in this journal or in that take stock
O' the issue of thought's making — song at best
A poor result, not to much tending (or if
Esteemed, good, e'en though flawed in some way still).
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poem by Robert Crawford
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How It Strikes a Contemporary
I only knew one poet in my life:
And this, or something like it, was his way.
You saw go up and down Valladolid,
A man of mark, to know next time you saw.
His very serviceable suit of black
Was courtly once and conscientious still,
And many might have worn it, though none did:
The cloak, that somewhat shone and showed the threads,
Had purpose, and the ruff, significance.
He walked and tapped the pavement with his cane, 10
Scenting the world, looking it full in face,
An old dog, bald and blindish, at his heels.
They turned up, now, the alley by the church,
That leads nowhither; now, they breathed themselves
On the main promenade just at the wrong time:
You'd come upon his scrutinizing hat
Making a peaked shade blacker than itself
Against the single window spared some house
Intact yet with its mouldered Moorish work—
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poem by Robert Browning from Men and Women (1855)
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Bomb
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb
Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you
Do I hate the mischievous thunderbolt the jawbone of an ass
The bumpy club of One Million B.C. the mace the flail the axe
Catapult Da Vinci tomahawk Cochise flintlock Kidd dagger Rathbone
Ah and the sad desparate gun of Verlaine Pushkin Dillinger Bogart
And hath not St. Michael a burning sword St. George a lance David a sling
Bomb you are as cruel as man makes you and you're no crueller than cancer
All Man hates you they'd rather die by car-crash lightning drowning
Falling off a roof electric-chair heart-attack old age old age O Bomb
They'd rather die by anything but you Death's finger is free-lance
Not up to man whether you boom or not Death has long since distributed its
categorical blue I sing thee Bomb Death's extravagance Death's jubilee
Gem of Death's supremest blue The flyer will crash his death will differ
with the climbor who'll fall to die by cobra is not to die by bad pork
Some die by swamp some by sea and some by the bushy-haired man in the night
O there are deaths like witches of Arc Scarey deaths like Boris Karloff
No-feeling deaths like birth-death sadless deaths like old pain Bowery
Abandoned deaths like Capital Punishment stately deaths like senators
And unthinkable deaths like Harpo Marx girls on Vogue covers my own
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poem by Gregory Corso (1958)
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Machine
Look up here
Look down there
I am the new man
I'm tangled in wires
Chipset adept
Memory load
Keep your vogue code that all have
Tomorrow's world we've all seen
Keep your modern ways
And keep your bugs
The Metal Man is here to stay
Talk talk
You say I only work
song performed by Theatre Of Tragedy from Musique
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Why
Time on my phone shows eleven thirty-four
When I open up my eyes today
Don't really feel like waking up from bed
To go to school or studio
Grabbing a "Vogue" from the floor
Turn it's pages
Think it's such a waste of quality paper
(chorus:) Why does it still snow in the spring
Why don't you like the songs that I sing
Why can't I get any satisfaction
Out of the things that should bring me happiness
Still lie in bed, it's already dark outside
Eating up a pack of chips
Switch on TV and listen to CDs
Rejecting all the phone calls
It's getting late and I'm still only chilling
Clock shows it's midnight so I fall asleep
(chorus)
song performed by Vanilla Ninja
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Make Believe
Make believe U're a hero, make believe U're a star
Make believe that U're somebody instead of who U really are
Make believe
It's only a movie
U don't need 2 scratch 4 crumbs when U deserve the whole cake
Make believe U're Sidney Poitier, believe, U gotta make believe
U got 2 make believe, U got 2 make believe
Baby, U got 2 make believe it's only a movie
Make believe U're sophisticated, make believe that U're en vogue
Make believe that U're quite wealthy even though
U're so broke U can't pay attention
Baby, U got 2 make believe, U got 2 make believe
Make believe it's only a movie
Make believe U're a star
U got 2 make believe, U got 2 make believe
U got 2 make believe, U got 2 make believe
song performed by Prince
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