Are we simply romantically challenged, or are we sluts?
quote by Sarah Jessica Parker
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City Sluts
City sluts
gyrate eastward on 27th St.
with their skirts high on their thigh.
They blow you a kiss
and lick their ruby lips
with their tongues.
And if you look like you’re game,
they’ll come close to find out
what you like to do.
City sluts
are waitin’ for you
westbound 42nd St..
They bleach their hair blonde
and wear black leather
with spiked heels.
And they talk dirty to you
cause they think you like it like that.
City sluts
are mighty confused
while wondering either direction on 53rd St..
They’re looking for business
but find sluts of the opposite sex.
But what the heck,
they call me over
for supposed directions,
as I cross the street at Lexington.
City sluts,
undo my zipper,
get me all clammy,
and hand me a $20
when they are through.
poem by by unknown author
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He Comes Knowing
He comes knowing he is challenged.
He has live his entire life...
Challenged.
Disciplined and observant.
Do you think he is oblivious to the obvious?
And living in a preferred time zone.
Comforted by hidden insecurities...
And deluded by the absence of practiced truths?
He comes knowing he is challenged.
He has live his entire life...
Challenged.
Disciplined and observant.
Do you believe,
One who has been made to feel an 'outsider'...
Does not perceive,
Who receives him as he is!
Amongst those who are quick...
To ridicule him with their negative judgements.
He comes knowing he is challenged.
He has live his entire life...
Challenged.
Disciplined and observant.
And...
He is guided by the 'Divine'!
In time,
You will discover that.
He comes knowing he is challenged.
And knowing he does...
What will and must take place,
To clean up disgraceful traces left,
By those who have lived their entire lives unchallenged...
Thoughtless.
And,
Born to feed their greed!
Prepare...
For the 'We Can and 'We Will'
Winds of change to blow,
Dramatically across the land!
And free of addicting pollutants.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Step At a Time
Challenged.
To face my own insecurities.
And see them for what they are.
Challenged I am with brutal honesty.
With the intent to pick them apart.
I am ready to breathe freely.
Challenged...
Yes!
But today I am not defensive.
Or offended by the time I have taken,
To get to this point in my life.
With habits I will address next.
But for now...
I am satisfied,
To be able to take one step at a time.
This life is mine.
And I am finally fine with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I challenged things that needed to be challenged at Purdue.
Happy, finally
Happy, finally
~
Happy, finally
Now in a better situation
Romantically linked
Smiling like an addict
Slightly paranoid
Protective of this feeling
Counting the luck
Praying it wont change
There is no reason
No doubts say otherwise
Trust is instilled
Full faith into another
How magic love is
To switch the mind set
Smiling like an addict
High on its fix
Happy finally
Romantically linked
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Universal Human
(*original in Telugu by Papineni SivaSankar)
No, not physically challenged
But he, who challenged physics
He who emerged victor
Over the paralyzing ‘motor neuron’
With his intellectual work-out
He who stabilized
The powdered sounds of speech
With the speech-synthesizer
He who instilled confidence
In all those challenged
With his brawny arms of wisdom
He’s a swimmer par excellence
In the cosmic oceans
With limbs paralyzed
Performs aerobics in the cavern of time
He swings joyfully
On the threads of galaxies
Steadfast in his belief
That the universe is eternal
He went on to define a designer-universe
Denying entry even to the original designer
No, he isn’t physically-challenged
He is Mr. Intellectual-handsome
Stephen Hawkins
The real successor to Einstein
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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I was aware that there is an expectation that writers inevitably falter at this stage, that they fail to live up to the promise of their first successful book, that the next book never pleases the way the prior one did. It simply increased my sense of being challenged.
quote by David Guterson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Nothing is more romantically memorable, than a scent.
unknown author
Submitted by Micheleflowerbomb
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What's Going On
What's going on,
A cheap glam slut?
You spread your lust
For miles around
Till some old drunkard
Rents your butt,
You wanted fun -
That's what you've found.
You were a smart
And pretty thing,
You were respected
And adored,
You dreamt of golden
Wedding rings,
On one D-day
It got you bored.
You have no courage to admit
Your only forte is your cl-,
You have no courage to admit
What's going on!
Get on the net to be the queen
Of ever-losers' soultwins,
Get drunk, lie down, switch off the phone,
Or simply change what's going on!
What's going on,
A housewife,
A queen of ovens,
Pots and dishes?
You have no way
To outer life,
You're sick and tired
Of husband's wishes.
He's f-ing cheap
Glam sluts instead,
While you are watching
Television,
You couldn't care
Less, you said,
Well, he'll approve
Of your decision.
You have no courage to admit
He stole your life, you're fine with it!
You have no courage to admit
What's going on!
Get on the net to be the queen
Of ever-losers' soultwins,
Get drunk, lie down, switch off the phone,
Or simply change what's going on!
poem by April Avalon
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What Forest Gump Really Wanted to Say
Lt. Dan…This here is my Jenny.
She's a sluts.
I like sluts Lt. Dan.
There the only kind that will sleep with me.
My Jenny doesn't smell like cigarettes.
I hate cigarettes.
I like chocolate.
Some women are like chocolate Lt. Dan.
I like when my Jenny wears her guitar.
She plays real well.
But I don't like it when she plays me.
My Jenny's a whore.
But I like whores Lt. Dan.
I like shrimp.
But I don't like crabs.
My Jenny always tries to give me crabs.
Remember when I got shot in the buttock, Lt. Dan?
I don't like things in my ass.
But my Jenny does...you know why, Lt. Dan?
'Cause she's a hoe.
I like Dark chocolate Lt. Dan.
But my great-great-grandfather doesn't like dark chocolate.
He founded the KKK.
They wear them pretty hoods.
I wanted to join a club too like my grand-dad.
But the Panthers said I was a cracker and couldn't join.
I like crackers Lt. Dan.
Crackers are better than crabs.
poem by Snake Blocker
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Movies are nice, but there are very few roles for women and most of them are sluts or something.
quote by Victoria Jackson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Confused by life
i hate feeling confused,
but it a good confused,
it makes me look at my life,
and helps me see,
what it is i would like to change,
and what is ok,
i use to avoid the hard things,
and push through the easy,
i realized,
i don't like to be challenged,
i've been challenged all of my life,
by what ppl do to me,
and by what i was given,
sometimes you just want that break,
but once you stop,
you start to lose,
everything you started to gain,
i learned that it better to just try,
than to give up completely,
on the things that matter to you,
you can never be perfect,
but trying gives you more of a reward.
poem by Mona Martinez
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Extremely Rude
I have nothing against those mentally challenged.
I experience being challenged mentally on a daily basis,
Myself.
And accepting invitations to participate,
Is not on my top ten wish list.
Although,
It seems I am solicited regardless of my wishes.
And my only defense I use is to offend...
Someone who perceives,
My defense mechanisms beg for their ignorance.
With a showing of my disrespect they ask from me,
And I am made to feel obliged to deliver...
What they request from me and they get.
Since to ignore them,
Feeds the giving of their agitation.
'You are extremely rude.'
I find that to be a coincidence.
Since my rudeness would have never been shown,
If you had not insisted upon its appearance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Simply Alone
Simply alone as an angel cries
Becoming empty as all her
Hope hides
Simply alone she sits by a window
Bearing wishes of death to Un-fold
Hope lies
Simply alone with out her own home
Beside a story of healing worry
Simply alone and simply Un-known
Hope cries
Simply because she is simply alone
Hope hides hope lies hope cries does hope die?
Or does hope again try?
poem by Susan Covington
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Spineless And Mentally Digressive
Oh I can be quite snide,
If that occasion should arise.
I can sling mud with the best...
If I am challenged to pass that test.
I can also be loving and kind,
With the giving of the shirt off my back.
And those who are aware of that,
Aren't so willing to initate on me their attacks.
Oh I can be quite snide,
If that occasion should arise.
I can sling mud with the best...
If I am challenged to pass that test.
But why should I...
Use that as a weapon,
To defy those who are clearly...
Spineless and mentally digressive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My romantically favorite era is 78, 79 listening to Grandmaster Flash and the Furious 4, the live tapes, echo chamber and break beats.
quote by Kool Moe Dee
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I really enjoy having sex, and that's offensive to some people. Women are the quickest to call other women sluts, which is sad. I haven't met a lot of men who've said, ""You like having sex? What a dirty whore you are!"". That's because they wish their wives or girlfriends would have more sex with them.
The Fairies
If ye will with Mab find grace,
Set each platter in his place;
Rake the fire up, and get
Water in, ere sun be set.
Wash your pails and cleanse your dairies,
Sluts are loathsome to the fairies;
Sweep your house; Who doth not so,
Mab will pinch her by the toe.
poem by Robert Herrick
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Twilight (sijo)
Brightly hot the sun shines down on some lovely summer days
while the golden moon smiles romantically during long nights,
where are we with dawn or dusk when twilight divides the two?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Changes?
Everything and everyone is different in their own way.
They can treat you like dirt or try to use you in every way.
When you see the light flash inbetween your eyes,
it is like he is telling you something;
something that you have never seen or heard before.
It's like he has a quest for you to figure out
what is at stake here and what is out there waiting...
I see how everything is with life but do you know what is out there?
I don't know much,
but do you really know?
Not everything is easy and I notice that he has challenged us.
Challenged us to face these things;
To face those in our school,
Choosing what kind of friends we make,
and to also what we choose in life.
Some people just don't really understand me
but for what I am doing is what I really care for now
And this few weeks I have been thinking about it.
I have seen the bad for the better and it has been making me
feel like I have to out done myself to these situations
Nothing can be the same anymore so why not change them.
Why not just forget those in the past and go on in life?
Leave them as memories and wipe it away?
Probably that will be it for them and a new start for me.
To go out and be there as me again
and to be where I want to be of where I have started 14 years ago.
Go out and finish what I started and come out clean again.
poem by Jessica Lee
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