Quotes about visor
The Lord of the Isles: Canto VI.
I.
O who, that shared them, ever shall forget
The emotions of the spirit-rousing time,
When breathless in the mart the couriers met,
Early and late, at evening and at prime;
When the loud cannon and the merry chime
Hail'd news on news, as field on field was won,
When Hope, long doubtful, soar'd at length sublime,
And our glad eyes, awake as day begun,
Watch'd Joy's broad banner rise, to meet the rising sun!
O these were hours, when thrilling joy repaid
A long, long course of darkness, doubts, and fears!
The heart-sick faintness of the hope delay'd,
The waste, the woe, the bloodshed, and the tears,
That track'd with terror twenty rolling years,
All was forgot in that blithe jubilee!
Her downcast eye even pale Affliction rears,
To sigh a thankful prayer, amid the glee,
That hail'd the Despot's fall, and peace and liberty!
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poem by Sir Walter Scott
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The Song Of Finis
At the edge of All the Ages
A Knight sate on his steed,
His armor red and thin with rust
His soul from sorrow freed;
And he lifted up his visor
From a face of skin and bone,
And his horse turned head and whinnied
As the twain stood there alone.
No bird above that steep of time
Sang of a livelong quest;
No wind breathed,
Rest:
"Lone for an end!" cried Knight to steed,
Loosed an eager rein--
Charged with his challenge into space:
And quiet did quiet remain.
poem by Walter de la Mare
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He can't decide whether to leave his visor half open or half closed.
quote by Murray Walker
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Intersection
At the intersection of faith and reason
I held Gods laughter
The struggles of my character
Paid forward
poem by Lisa Visor
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Mass pour les plastiques-Paris
wide eyed
Buzz Lightyear
and the little yellow fish
edged closer in the pew
he knew
what it was to be alive
through his half-open visor
head askew
batteries running down
he contrived possibly a prayer
Huston we have a problem
is anybody there
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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The Quiet Observer
The quiet observer hides in empty corners
at the edge of silence
She intrudes on isolation
climbing over walls of solitude
emerging from the abyss of the soul
At awakenings awkward moment...
she plunges from societal grace into unknown heavens
poem by Lisa Visor
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“I see god in her”
I see god in her
In her strength
her courage
In her wisdom
And her faith
I found God in her
and I loved her fiercely
Against the winds of humanity
It was in her arms
That I found my faith
In her arms courage reached for me
embraced my sanity
and I see God in her
A voice of reason
And I escape my convictions
poem by Lisa Visor
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“Running”
I spend a lot of time looking for God
Seeking faith
Running from the devil
Got me running on empty
Fears in my mind
Doing time
Madness up in my rhymes
Just doing time
I spend a lot of time running from the devil
Praying hard
Running toward God
My mind pushing and pulling in everyway
Bending beyond sanity
Doing time
Just doing time
poem by Lisa Visor
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The rhetoric of denial
Civic pride in the finest hour
overwhelmed my sense of fear
by a total sense of rage
my rage is their rage
casualties of injustice trivialized and exploited
endless cycles of frustration and despair
Black oppression
twisting our expectations
into a house divided against itself
which cannot stand
in the wake of human sexuality
hear frustrations edge closer to despair
poem by Lisa Visor
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Bag Lady
Chicago's North Side
This senior citizen
whose face is Rushmore still
squats with pigeons on the steps
of the Rogers Park Masonic Temple.
She wears a shawl this snowy day
and is beneath the visor of a hunting cap
a woman who has paused along the way.
Her shopping bags, stuffed, frayed,
and each square feature of her face confess
she speaks at best a little English.
Rested, she will rise,
a penguin on a floe,
and navigate her day.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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