Does anyone know the name of the poem that features Valhalla, the one from the movie 13th Warrior?
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From Michael Crichton's website\n\nhttp://www.crichton-official.com/eaters/index.html\n\nThe story behind this novel appears in an essay in the paperback edition. The short version is, I wrote EATERS on a bet that I could make an entertaining story out of "Beowulf." It's an unusual book. Readers either like it, or they don't. I'm quite pleased with the movie ("13th Warrior"), which I think captures the feeling of the novel very well.
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The song is by Led Zeppelin but it is not on Led Zeppelin "4" as Damone suggests.  The song is called "Kashmir" (written by Page/Plant/Bonham, 8:31 long) and it is on the album "Physical Graffiti".  It is not on the movie's soundtrack album.
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I haven't seen the movie, but is this the poem??\n\nMy darling\nI am forgetting\nForgetting our love\nForgetting our past\n\nSo I write to you\nIn this book\nLays our story\nOf love and loss\n\nRead it to me\nAnd I'll come back\nEven for a short while\nI'll remember everything\n\nThe first time I met you\nWearing your stupid hat\nThe first time we kissed\nOur first big fight \nBut certainly not the last\n\nThe first time we broke up\nThe tears I cried\nWaiting for a letter\nThat never arrived\n\nOur first reunion\nThe first time we made love\nEverything I hold dear to my heart\nWill come back to me\nWhen you read it all to me\n\nPlease be patient \nPlease stay true\nFor I will always love you.
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Lost in the dark reality..\nI am true insanity..\nCold eyes watch every move..\nAs the rain falls..\nAnd the wolf calls..\nThe blood smears..\nAs I drown you in your tears.. \nLives are shattered like mirrors..\nThe lights of hope put out..\nBit by bit we are torn apart..\nYet the battle wages on..\nSome are in the darkness waiting for the dawn that will never come..\nWhile others look the pain and death in the eyes\nAnd try to save other's lives..\nBut in the end..\nWe are like sand blown away in the wind.\n\nWaiting for the cold whisper of fate..\nI am true insanity..\nSilently and gracefully I make blood drops fall from the red-purple sky..\nHe wished I would just die..\nAll this over his lie..\nI attack every Suna moon..\nAs I walk away, I leave blood on every sand dune..\nI wander through the desert..\nDrenched in blood with darkness in my hand..\nThey just cant understand..\nI am true insanity..\n\nI can no longer stand reality..\nI am true insanity..\nI am alone..\nThe only one who I trust is the voice..\nWho resides in my head..\nAnd she wants you dead..\nSo I grant her wish..\n\nShe hates all women except me and herself..\nI am true insanity\nShe fills my head with beliefs and drowns out my past with soothing songs of death..\nShe thinks of me as her daughter and calls me her little desert rose..\nA rose burned from the harsh sun.. Hated for being different..\nA rose that drenches herself in blood to be red like the others..\nYet is never the same..\nSo she hides herself in shame..\nAnd kills..\nTo have the thrills..\nAnd happiness the others have..\n\nShe sings the song desert rose when I cry..\nAnd my eyes always seem to get dry..\nThus I sing Desert Rose every Suna moon.. While I attack..\nYet there is one thing I lack..\nLove..\nIn the streets and buildings they speak of me in whispers..\nCall me the desert rose..\nSay im always close..\nThey say if you go out deep into the desert on a Suna moon you can hear me..\nWatching from the shadows of a Suna moon..
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Despite about 25 minutes of searching I haven't been able to find this poem.  Could you call or e-mail someone you know who has to do the same assignment and possibly get the poem that way?  \n\nThese sites may be of some help to you.  My only other advice would be to get to a bookstore in your area if there is one and you might find it there.  Best of luck with it.
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Tears For Fears- Mad World\n\nhttp://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/tearsforfears/madworld.html
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holy crap this is strong!\nlast line is the best. \nclearly you are writing with FEELING and I love that.\ntitle it and send it in some time to a contest.\n\nI simply feel the power in this thing!\nit had me look away in sorrow because i know someone that was bullied to death. IF it helps, you need to talk about you feelings. get help. It doesnt have to be face to face, maybe talk to someone on the phone or by email. But yeah.\n\nI also think that you could have ended at the line " I swear I saw blood" and that the other stuff could be a poem all by itself. OR you could have two separate poems that are meant to be read together like " poem1 and poem2".\n\nthis is amazing.Just write with feeling.See, doenst writing with feeling feel better?
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I am unaware of it being in a movie but I know that this person\nhttp://nobravery.cf.huffingtonpost.com/\nused it as the song track of an anti-war clip.\n\nThe official video is here:\n\nhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3eJAn6KfZw
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The best poem is one you would write yourself. If you need help just contact me through my e-mail on my Q&A page. Here is a poem for you.\n\nIf I Never\n\nIf my days were untroubled\nAnd my heart always light\nWould I seek that fair land\nWhere there is no night?\n\nIf I never grew weary\nWith the weight of my load\nWould I search for God’s Peace\nAt the end of the road?\n\nIf I never knew sickness\nAnd never felt pain\nWould I reach for a hand\nTo help and sustain?\n\nIf I walked not with sorrow \nAnd lived without loss\nWould my soul seek sweet solace\nAt the foot of the cross?\n\nIf all I desired was mine\nDay by Day\nWould I kneel before God\nAnd earnestly pray?\n\n\n\nIf God sent no “Winter”\nTo freeze me with fear\nWould I yearn for the warmth\nOf “Spring” every year?\n\nI ask myself this . . .\nAnd the answer is plain\nIf my life were all pleasure\nAnd I never knew pain.\n\nI’d seek God less often\nAnd need him much less\nFor God’s sought more often \nIn times of distress\n\nAnd no one knows God\nOr sees him as plain\nAs those who have met Him\nOn the Pathway of Pain
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Well... this is more of a lust poem, but he may like it. A woman once gave it to me, and I was flying for days!\n\nO Blush Not So! \nby John Keats \n\nO blush not so! O blush not so! \nOr I shall think you knowing; \nAnd if you smile the blushing while, \nThen maidenheads are going. \n\nThere's a blush for want, and a blush for shan't, \nAnd a blush for having done it; \nThere's a blush for thought, and a blush for nought, \nAnd a blush for just begun it. \n\nO sigh not so! O sigh not so! \nFor it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin; \nBy these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips \nAnd fought in an amorous nipping. \n\nWill you play once more at nice-cut-core, \nFor it only will last our youth out, \nAnd we have the prime of the kissing time, \nWe have not one sweet tooth out. \n\nThere's a sigh for aye, and a sigh for nay, \nAnd a sigh for "I can't bear it!" \nO what can be done, shall we stay or run? \nO cut the sweet apple and share it!
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Rundgren Todd - "song Of The Viking" Lyrics\n\nI am a Viking of some note\nKnut's my name and here I float\nOut on the sea in a great big boat\n\nand I'm the one who beats the drum in time\nTo stroke the oars that drive our galleons on\nAnd while we rowed we had our song\nAnd we had our god, and it may seem odd\nBut at least there was a cause\nCaught a wind and we upped the sail\nLost two ships when it turned to a gale\nDown went a third when she rammed on a whale\nThough we despaired we could not fail\nAnd through it all we never faltered\nLate at night I lay on the decke\nWondering whye I risk my necke\nPicture myselfe in a sinkinge wrecke\nAnde downe I'me goinge notte knowinge whye\nI just can't quite recall the reason why\nIt's such a drag to carry on\nBut there was a cause, but there was a reason\nIf you like I'll be your Viking\nSit you down to a Nordic meal\nGive you strength that you might wield\nA Viking sword and a Viking shield\nAnd off we'll sail in mighty ships of yore\nPerhaps we shouldn't let our hands get sore\nWe need someone to pull the oars\nAnd to do the chores\nSo we need a cause, so we need a reason why\n(Erik is here!)
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Found it! Hope this helps!\nhttp://www.pickens.k12.sc.us/hesteachers/laboonac/Web%20Pages/poems%20for%20parents.htm
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From fairest creatures we desire increase,\nThat thereby beauty's rose might never die,\nBut as the riper should by time decease,\nHis tender heir might bear his memory:\nBut thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,\nFeed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,\nMaking a famine where abundance lies,\nThy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:\nThou that art now the world's fresh ornament,\nAnd only herald to the gaudy spring,\nWithin thine own bud buriest thy content,\nAnd, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:\nPity the world, or else this glutton be,\nTo eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.\n\n\nQuestionable it may be,\nat least be thankful\nyou don't read the poet from Dundee!\n\n\nBeautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay!\nAlas! I am very sorry to say\nThat ninety lives have been taken away\nOn the last Sabbath day of 1879,\nWhich will be remember'd for a very long time.\n\n'Twas about seven o'clock at night,\nAnd the wind it blew with all its might,\nAnd the rain came pouring down,\nAnd the dark clods seem'd to frown,\nAnd the Demon of the air seem'd to say-\n"I'll blow down the Bridge of Tay."\n\nWhen the train left Edinburgh\nThe passengers' hearts were light and felt no sorrow,\nBut Boreas blew a terrific gale,\nWhich made their hearts for to quail,\nAnd many of the passengers with fear did say-\n"I hope God will send us safe across the Bridge of Tay."\n\nBut when the train came near to Wormit Bay,\nBoreas he did loud and angry bray,\nAnd shook the central girders of the Bridge of Tay\nOn the last Sabbath day of 1879,\nWhich will be remember'd for a very long time.\n\nSo the train sped on with all its might,\nAnd Bonnie Dundee soon hove in sught,\nAnd the passengers' hearts felt light,\nThinking they would enjoy themselves on the New Year,\nWith their friends at home they lov'd most dear,\nAnd wish them all a happy New Year.\n\nSo the train mov'd slowly along the Bridge of Tay,\nUntil it was about midway,\nThen the central girders with a crash gave way,\nAnd down went the train and passengers into the Tay!\nThe Storm Fiend did loudly bray,\nBecause ninety lives had been taken away,\nOn the last Sabbath day of 1879,\nWhich will be remember'd for a very long time.\n\nAs soon as the catastrophe came to be known\nThe alarm from mouth to mouth was blown,\nAnd the cry rang out all o'er the town,\nGood Heavens! the Tay Bridge is blown down,\nAnd a passenger train from Edinburgh,\nWhich fill'd all the peoples hearts with sorrow,\nAnd made them for to turn pale,\nBecause none of the passengers were sav'd to tell the tale\nHow the disaster happen'd on the last Sabbath day of 1879,\nWhich will be remember'd for a very long time.\n\nIt must have been an awful sight,\nTo witness in the dusky moonlight,\nWhile the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray,\nAlong the Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay,\nOh! ill-fated Bridge of thSilv'ry Tay,\nI must now conclude my lay\nBy telling the world fearlessly without the least dismay,\nThat your central girders would not have given way,\nAt least many sensible men do say,\nHad they been supported on each side with buttresses,\nAt least many sensible men confesses,\nFor the stronger we our houses do build,\nThe less chance we have of being killed.\n\n\nEnjoy!
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Just fyi I found the poem its\n"I carry your heart" by E E Cummings
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poems of different country(epics) man i need to pay attention in Reading Class a little more
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It his name written in Tengwar, from The Lord of The Rings. It is the Elvish language.I have a similar tattoo.
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For me that is such a difficult question to answer.  I have so many favorites.  \n\nThe whole poem Desiderata is beautiful and profound.  Every line is special so I will quote only the last ones:\n\n"Therefore be at peace with God, \nwhatever you conceive Him to be,\nand whatever your labors and aspirations,\nin the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.\nWith all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,\nit is still a beautiful world.\nBe cheerful.\nStrive to be happy. "\n\nThen from High Flight by John Gillespie Magee we have:\n\n"Up, up the long delirious, burning blue \nI've topped the windswept heights with easy grace \nWhere never lark, or even eagle flew. \nAnd, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod \nThe high untresspassed sanctity of space, \nPut out my hand, and touched the face of God."\n\nFinally, I would refer you to a poem called Little Bateese by william Henry Drummond.  It is deceptively simple, but again profound.  It speaks of the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren, one of the things that really matter in life for sure.  There is nothing as special as the love of a grandparent and grandchild for each other.  The last lines of the poem are:\n\n"But leetle Bateese! please don't forget\nWe rader you 're stayin' de small boy yet, \nSo chase de chicken an' mak' dem scare\nAn' do w'at you lak wit' your ole gran'pere\nFor w'en you 're beeg feller he won't be dere--\nLeetle Bateese!"\n\nTranslation:  \nBut little Bateese!  Please don't forget\nWe'd rather you stayed a small boy yet\nSo chase the chickens and make them scared\nAnd do what you like with your old grandpere\nFor when you're a big fellow he won't be there -\nLittle Bateese!\n\nI get carried away with poetry!