Oh Press Me Not To Taste Again
Oh press me not to taste again
Of those luxurious banquet sweets!
Or hide from view the dark red stain,
That still my shuddering vision meets.
Away! 't is loathsome! bear me hence!
I cannot feed on human sighs,
Or feast with sweets my palate's sense,
While blood is ‘neath the fair disguise.
No, never let me taste again
Of aught beside the coarsest fare,
Far rather, than my conscience stain,
With the polluted luxuries there.
poem by Elizabeth Margaret Chandler from Poetical Works (1836)
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(Indifference Poem) Blood Stain On My Conscience
Your nothing but a but blood stain on my conscience.
Get angry
and send your messenger.
A non existent threat.
How much you want to bet.
Your still a cheating fool
still a cheating fool.
Your nothing but a blood stain on my conscience.
I still remember the way back when.
How could I ever forget.
I took you in as my own blood.
You were a mere child.
Now you claim to be a man.
Yet you do not take a stand.
How is it
that you create so much hate.
Ripping
and tearing at every ones insides.
Twisting
and manipulating.
Your nothing but a blood stain on my conscience.
Walk in my shadow
because I'm already gone.
What is done
is done.
War of words.
Sounds quite absurd.
But let me tell you they can hurt.
They can destroy.
Good or bad
doesn't matter in my world.
Again I'm on the edge
looking into pure blackness.
Jump with foolishness.
Sorry but I won't.
Your nothing but a blood stain on my conscience.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Pussy Sugar
I can taste the wreckage
Of dismembered dreams
Ghostly disciple, nothing as it seems
I will follow you until this dark cloud recedes
Pain of another, heal this I plead
My heart still bleeds for you
[chorus]
Take the long way home
My heart still bleeds for you
Solemn times stain us like
The blood of all that's unknown
This cursed you the worst
Give me your love
Solemn times stain us like
The blood of all that's unknown
song performed by by Kittie
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Favourite Shirt
Time cant afford no time
Cant afford the rhyme
Nevermind, someday maybe
Boy meets girl
And love, love is on its way
Boy meets girl
Boy meets girl
Bang, feel a little love
Carino dime
Never mind, someday terry
Feel the pain
Hit, feel, rap, sweat
Why, feel the floor
Sweets for my way
Boy meets girl
Boy meets girl
Why, feel the floor
Sweets for my way
Boy meets girl
Boy meets girl
Feel the rhyme
Take the time
Go fighting to the top
Go number one
Stick a honeybun
Your mind begins to flop
How take in steam
Recall your dream
Hey camisas
Your favourite shirt is on the bed
Do a somersault on your head
song performed by by Haircut 100
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Favourite Shirts
Time can't afford no time
Can't afford the rhyme
Nevermind, someday maybe
Boy meets girl
And love, love is on it's way
Boy meets girl
Boy meets girl
Bang, feel a little love
Carino dime
Never mind, someday terry
Feel the pain
Hit, feel, rap, sweat
Why, feel the floor
Sweets for my way
Boy meets girl
Boy meets girl
Why, feel the floor
Sweets for my way
Boy meets girl
Boy meets girl
Feel the rhyme
Take the time
Go fighting to the top
Go number one
Stick a honeybun
Your mind begins to flop
How take in steam
Recall your dream
Hey camisas
Your favourite shirt is on the bed
Do a somersault on your head
song performed by by Haircut 100
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Tast Killer
Taste...
Taste...
Taste...
K ill the human body
For tong....
Taste
Taste...
Tast e...
Tong is good
Killer of
Human life...
With words
With taste
With kiss...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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As If It Was A Crime
Your mother had given you
a few coins to buy sweets
and on the way you met Fay
and you said
do you want to come
and buy some sweets?
and she said
I haven't any money
and you said
you can share mine
if you tell me what you like
but she said
my father wouldn't like it
if I had sweets he says
they rot your teeth
but she walked to the shop with you
thinking silently to herself
and outside the shop
you said
are you sure?
she nodded and stood outside
while you went in
and bought sweets
when you came out
she was waiting there
her eyes gazing at you
her tongue running over
her lips
you showed her
what you'd bought
and her eyes widened
here take one
you said
your dad won't know
if you don't tell him
she hesitated
her fingers lingering
over the bag of sweets
but what if he sees me
or smells them
on my breath?
she said fear entering her eyes
her hands falling at her sides
you put out a hand
and touched hers
it's only a sweet
it's not as if
you're having a drag of a smoke
or sipping beer
she nodded and smiled a little
best not
she said
if he finds out
he'll get angry with me
for eating sweets and lying
and you remembered
the bruises you'd seen
on her arms and thighs
that time
and you sighed thinking
as if eating sweets
was a big deal or a crime.
poem by Terry Collett
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The Bear and the Hare
The bear is always bare. I have never seen a bear who was not bare. Or does he or she wear a coat of hair? Where does he or she go to buy a coat of hair so that he or she won't be a bare bear? Coats cost money. Bare bears have no money.
But bears eat honey. Even bare bears eat honey. And this bear had a honey who wanted a coat of hair. So when she said to her honey, 'Honey, I want a coat of hair, but I have no money.', her honey replied, 'Honey, I have no money to buy a coat of hair. But I do have honey. Maybe I can sell my honey for money.' So he sold his honey for money so that his honey could have some money to buy a coat of hair and not be a bare bear.
This bear had a friend who was a hare. This hare has hair. Is he bare? He is not a bare bear but a hare and hares have hair. But he is a funny bunny and likes a sunny spot even when it is hot because he like to have fun in the sun. But this funny bunny could not find a sunny spot to go to have fun in the sun until one day a fair came to town.
The bear and hare of course went to the fair. What a pair! The fair was quite far so the bare bear and the hare with the hair decided to ride the street car. To ride the street car, they had to pay a fare. I say that was quite an affair - to see the bare bear and the hair paying for their fare. The bare bear had no pockets in which to carry any fare. The funny bunny had no honey to sell to get some money to pay the fare so that he could go to the fair. The fare cost ten cents. But that makes no sense. It isn't fair to make a bear who is bare and has no pockets to hold a fare or a funny bunny who has no honey to get money to pay a fare to go to the fair.
Subsequently, the bare bear barely got on the street car after the funny bunny hopped on, the bare bear and the hair were there sitting in chairs riding in the street car to the fair without paying any fare. Along the way they saw a mare. They did not care about the mare. They wanted to get to the fair. Have you every seen a bare bear sitting in a chair? I once saw a bare bear sitting in a chair at a fair but he wasn't bare.
To get into the fair the bare bear and the hair had to pay another fare. And still the bare bear had no money to pay any fare to get into the fair. And the funny bunny had no money to pay any fare to get into the fair. So what did they do? How did they get into the fair? As I said, I saw the bare bear sitting in a chair at the fair but he wasn't bare.
Tell me if this is a poem. Thanks.
poem by Ben Gieske
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My Example, The Blood Stained Soul
What kind of example do you call that?
You think you're a representation of good?
You hide your sorrows take them all in your hood
You're completely insane, you're a wreck.
Did you think that somehow ignoring people would help?
Instead you just let them all walk by
Just let them all die
You're not concerned with them
Don't you feel the blood on your hands? Staining the hem
It's on your clothes, it's all around you
But worse it's inside you too
Worse the blood is in your soul
The stain is in my soul, the stain is whole.
How can I just watch...
Why don't I catch
Them from the flames, I play video games, I do homework, I forget
Now this is what I get...
I can see the heartbeat
I can see the flatline
This is just another rhyme
Soon I'll forget
Soon I won't care again
Soon I'll tolerate sin
So this is what I get
My conscience is not guilty....no not guilty
No
It's dripping with blood
Is this how to be a good example?
This, this crap.... this is my example
You don't reflect anyone
You're selfish when you let them die
Selfish that you can watch them cry
Selfish that you offer no comfort
When it all boils down
And trust me the heat it will hurt
When all is burned away
You're just plain
Selfish.
I.... I am selfish.
poem by David Knox
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Just because you liked something as a youngster doesn't mean you have to like it as an adult. You can change your taste a little bit on the sweets and things like that.
quote by Mike Ditka
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The Devil's Sweets
The Devil’s sweets
This afternoon
I waited too soon
and let you in a secret
I hope you can keep it
I saw you sucking on the devil’s sweets
like a chocolate treat
if Dracula were around
it would make a sound
that would make the transformation complete
Don’t go
Don’t ignite the flame
Don’t spread the blame
Don’t wait
Why don’t you hesitate..
Anymore?
Like a vampire you sucked it in like a drug
don’t even come to give me a hug
because you’ve already left for the devil’s sweets
instead of me, you go to those chocolate treats
You are the spawn of Satan
Hell is your only safe haven
because you’ve tasted the devil’s sweets
your transformation is complete.
poem by Soldier's Wife
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The Sweets Of Liberty
Is there a man that never sighed
To set the prisoner free?
Is there a man that never prized
The sweets of liberty ?
Then let him, let him breathe -unseen,
Or in a dungeon live;
Nor never, never know the sweets
That liberty can give.
Is there a heart so cold in man,
Can galling fetters crave ?
Is there a wretch so truly low,
Can stoop to be a slave?
O, let him, then, in chains be bound,
In chains and bondage live ;
Nor never, never know the sweets
That liberty can give.
Is there a breast so chilled in life,
Can nurse the coward’s sigh ?
Is there a creature so debased,
Would not for freedom die ?
O, let him then be doomed to crawl
Where only reptiles live ;
Nor never, never know the sweets
That liberty can give.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Sweet And Bitter..
The taste of cakes, sweets and chocolate,
The sugar in them makes us to be happy and glad,
The feeling is great and contagious,
When the sweetness of something is around us,
The bitter taste of anything may make us to be sad,
As it does not tickle the tongue and the taste buds,
When the bitterness runs to the throat,
When the bad memories resurface to haunt,
The emotions get bitter and torture the soul,
The sweetness rekindles all good emotions,
And this is related with all good memories,
What makes the bitter to be bitterer,
And the sweet to be sweeter,
When it is felt by the heart and the mind?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Ye Olde Toffee Shoppe
(hicks / clarke / nash)
I press my nose against the pane
Of the little toffee shop
Day after day I save my pennies
To spend at the toffee shop
Come saturday morn at nine oclock
I stand on the cold stone street
A penny every day that I have saved
To buy myself some sweets
The nice little lady old and grey
With glasses and shawl
Gives love away to good little boys
Who do as they are told
Shes always telling stories
Of her childhood days
She couldnt buy the things that I can
For families in those days
Imagine the sweets that I can buy
With six pennies of my own
I always take my time to choose
The sweets that Ill be taking home
Gobstoppers in my pockets
Brown sugar in my hand
Lollies you suck that last all day
And sugar that looks like sand
song performed by by Hollies
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Candy Girl
I like candy, like bubblegum pop,
I like a fizzy sweet on my tongue,
That shocks the senses like a gobstopper,
And is sweet like Turkish Delight,
For candy is the name of the game,
And I enjoy those romantic lovehearts,
For many a romantic teenage love,
Started with the sucking of a special message,
Whether a simple 'I Love You' or 'Hug Me',
And we all treasured our frist love,
In our hearts, never to be forgotten.
Although we don't smoke anymore,
We all remember trying a cigarette,
Behind the bike shed, coughing and choking,
As we inhaled, and we'd suck on mints,
Or Humbugs, to freshen our breath,
And hide what we had been doing,
For we felt wild, free and naughty,
Although, we know these days how bad,
For you smoking is, still it is nostalgic.
I remember eating Honeycomb growing up,
It was always a treat and I loved every bite,
But I couldn't get past liquorish: the taste bitter,
On my tongue, but my dad loved it,
So we'd buy a tin every Christmas for him:
I think it went down a treat, and he'd reciprocate,
The wonderful dad he was,
And I remember him calling me a Candy Girl,
Because I had a sweet nature and loved sweets,
And in the cold, winter months, he'd buy me cough candy,
My throat so raw and rough that I needed relief,
And it worked wonders for me, and the rest of the family,
So much so, that we'd treat him,
To Turkish Delight on his birthday,
And he'd offer me one, saying I was mysterious,
And would never lose with my curiosity and intellect.
He had been such a wonderful dad,
And when he was a gradnparent, he'd offer my son,
Butter toffee and coca-cola lollipops,
Lollipops have always been a firm favourite of mine,
I used to love vanilla, orange and the best: cherry,
I could also taste all the colours of the rainbow with Skittles,
They had been so vibrant and sunny: even in winter,
And - as the advert says - touch the rainbow,
Taste the rainbow. This is not a sweet to be ignored.
All my friends loved bubblegum, whether strawberry,
Banana, or any other flavour; whatever, all the cool girls,
Loved their bubblegum and chewing gum,
Where we'd chew them in our morning and lunch breaks,
And where to sit down, we'd debate, for we were the cool girls,
And we all loved our sweets, but our teeth still perfect,
For it may seem we were rotting our teeth,
But we brushed them everyday and had dental treatment.
Sweets are what make me a Candy Girl:
For I am sweet inside and want you to taste my sugar,
Be my friend and someone I can depend upon,
Like the taste of jelly beans and Starburst,
That reminds me of times past,
Where my dad cared enough to make me happy,
And guide me towards being sweet, cute and loving,
Like sweets make people feel at Halloween,
And children cry 'Trick or treat! ',
And it was always a treat for me,
And a treat to live a happy life.
poem by Paula Glynn
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Heaven is a space in the heart
He could see
He could sense
He could desire
Compassion.
He came for love
Finding those deserving-
tell me, why does an angel suffer?
Was God really too high above?
With the stomach of immortalism, the Supreme intellect precedes action
'Cowards die a thousand deaths but the valiant taste of death, but once'- Shakespeare.
That human senses
Is what the enemy wants
Without the reign of will.
Many having seen the night
That they have seen
Could do with some superhuman, Kryptonite.
May God take back the senses
Nothing rightly leftover
Sight, sound, taste, smell and taste
And else worthy, of his sense.
Heaven is a space in the heart.
poem by Kamini Arichandran
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Slave Produce
Eat! they are cates for a lady's lip,
Rich as the sweets that the wild bees sip;
Mingled viands that nature hath pour'd,
From the plenteous stores of her flowing board,
Bearing no trace of man's cruelty—save
The red life-drops of his human slave.
List thee, lady! and turn aside,
With a loathing heart, from the feast of pride;
For, mix'd with the pleasant sweets it bears,
Is the hidden curse of scalding tears,
Wrung out from woman's bloodshot eye,
By the depth of her deadly agony.
Look! they are robes from a foreign loom,
Delicate, light, as the rose leaf's bloom;
Stainless and pure in their snowy tint,
As the drift unmarked by a footstep's print.
Surely such garment should fitting be,
For woman's softness and purity.
Yet fling them off from thy shrinking limb,
For sighs have render'd their brightness dim;
And many a mother's shriek and groan,
And many a daughter's burning moan,
And many a sob of wild despair,
From woman's heart, is lingering there.
poem by Elizabeth Margaret Chandler from Poetical Works (1836)
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Revelations
Winter topples the
sting
of muddled tongue.
The bottle
breaks the stasis
of eye.
I cede the smile
of history.
Somebody has left the home.
I become my enemy
in dark
for the acid taste of truth.
The moon
had the malignant stain.
My shirt has become dirty.
O god,
I never believed in you
nor in your ugly world!
poem by Satish Verma
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Stain
Well he never bleeds
and he never f*cks
And he never leaves cause he's got bad luck
Well he never reads (reaks)
and he never rusts
And he never sleeps cause he's got bad luck
yea I'm stain
I'm stain
I'm stain
I'm stain
Well he never bleeds
and he never f*cks
And he never leaves cause he's got bad luck
Well he never reads (reaks)
and he never rusts
And he never sleeps cause he's got bad luck
yea I'm stain
I'm stain
I'm stain
I'm stain
I'm stain
I'm stain
I'm stain
I'm stain
Well he never bleeds
and he never f*cks
And he never leaves cause he's got bad luck
Well he never reads (reaks)
and he never rusts
And he never sleeps cause he's got bad luck
yea I'm stain
I'm stain
I'm stain
I'm stain
I'm stain
I'm stain
I'm stain
I'm stain
song performed by by Lit
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Hymn 68
The banquet of love.
SS 2:1-4,6,7.
Behold the Rose of Sharon here,
The Lily which the valleys bear;
Behold the Tree of Life, that gives
Refreshing fruit and healing leaves.
Amongst the thorns so lilies shine;
Amongst wild gourds the noble vine;
So in mine eyes my Savior proves,
Amidst a thousand meaner loves.
Beneath his cooling shade I sat,
To shield me from the burning heat;
Of heav'ly fruit he spreads a feast,
To feed mine eyes and please my taste.
[Kindly he brought me to the place
Where stands the banquet of his grace;
He saw me faint, and o'er my head
The banner of his love he spread.
With living bread and gen'rous wine,
He cheers this sinking heart of mine;
And op'ning his own heart to me,
He shows his thoughts how kind they be.]
O never let my Lord depart;
Lie down, and rest upon my heart;
I charge my sins not once to move,
Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Diwali, let us make it a celebration for have not's as well
Diwali whose original name is
Deepavali
Meaning row of lamps
Is the main festival of the
Indian Subcontinent
Its puranic reference is that
This day Rama goes back to his Kingdom
After 14 years of forest living
And thus marks the beginning
Of a just and fair ruling by a King
While many other festivals
Are celebrated collectively on a community basis
Diwali is celebrated personally
And by each family in its own traditional ways
As in other festivities
Sharing of sweets and other edibles
With neighbourhood and family friends
Is also there
But the celebration is totally personal
And you decide your extent of celebration
Buy new clothes
Buy new ornaments
Buy new utensils
Buy crackers
Buy sweets
Celebrate Diwali
There is of course a need
To think about those
For whom all the above are luxuries
And people celebrating Diwali
Provide for those
Who cannot afford a celebration of this sort
A visit to orphanage
A visit to old agers home
And a small gifts to inmates
Can go a long way
In giving a special meaning
To these celebrations
Let us do something
And make Diwali
A celebration for
Have not's as well
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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