Once upon a time, there was a prostitute called Maria. Wait a minute. "Once upon a time" is how all the best children's stories begin, and "prostitute" is a word for adults. How can I start a book with this apparent contradiction?
Paulo Coelho in Eleven Minutes (2003), translated by Margaret Jull Costa
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy! | In Spanish | In Romanian
Related quotes
The prostitute is not vulnerable
A prostitute and a virgin,
Let them take sanyasin,
Who will come out without stains?
With unspent libido in smoulder,
It is nun who commits sin.
An empty vessel does not leak.
A prostitute is a spent force.
14.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
To Wait Is A Pleasure
To wait for a baby;
To wait for an event;
To wait for a result.
Anything to wait for
With love and hope nourishes.
To wait for surgery;
To wait for a verdict;
To wait for an arrest.
Anything to wait for
With hate and dread worries.
Receive when it comes.
Let it go when it slips.
Don’t wait for a fortune,
Which is a prostitute.
Wait if it gives pleasure.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Please Mister Postman
Wait, oh yes wait a minute mister postman
Wait, wait mister postman
Mister postman look and see
You got a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting such a long time
Since i heard from that girl of mine
There must be some word today
From my girlfriend so far away
Please mister postman look and see
If there's a letter, a letter for me
I been standing here waiting mister postman
So patiently
For just a card or just a letter
Saying she's returning home to me
So many days you passed me by
See the tear standing in my eye
You didn't stop to make me feel better
By leaving me a card or a letter
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute
You gotta check it and see, one more time for me
Wait
Wait
Wait
Deliver the letter, the sooner the better
Wait
song performed by by Beatles
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Please Mr Postman
Wait, oh yes wait a minute mister postman
Wait, wait mister postman
Mister postman look and see
You got a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting such a long time
Since I heard from that girl of mine
There must be some word today
From my girlfriend so far away
Please mister postman look and see
If there's a letter, a letter for me
I been standing here waiting mister postman
So patiently
For just a card or just a letter
Saying she's returning home to me
So many days you passed me by
See the tear standing in my eye
You didn't stop to make me feel better
By leaving me a card or a letter
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute
You gotta check it and see, one more time for me
Wait
Wait
Wait
Deliver the letter, the sooner the better
Wait
song performed by by Beatles
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
My Motorcycle
i bought one in 1998.
i left it to the care of my
brother-in-law and it was
well taken-cared of. Shiny.
Then he broke his leg
because of the black dog
that crossed the street
early dawn when the
streets are still dark.
then my other sisters
and brothers claim that
they have rights over the
wheel, and the cover and
the steer. I keep my mouth
shut. And they were talking
about the prostitute,
how cheap she was, and
still roams the street at
night looking for her
prey. I think she is the
victim of a vampire.
and then everyone takes
a ride on my motorcycle
inventing the names of
the places they want
to go. I keep my mouth
shut. About the prostitute
about rights that were
not there.
and they ask me about
a name. Who? and they
demand the exact place
where she lives. But most
of them ask me: why?
i guess they know better.
but let me answer them
straight;
The motorcycle is
the prostitute and they
are the ones
who are cheap. They
cheat and i am the victim
and they are the
vampires.
do not ask me now.
i am in the middle of my anger.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
This Time Around
It's getting colder in this ditch where I lie
I'm feeling older and I'm wondering why
I heard they told her it was tell and live or die
I didn't know her but I know why she lied
I didn't know her but I know why she died
Yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Whoa yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Yeah
And we won't go down
Yeah
I heard them say that dreams should stay in your head
Well I feel ashamed of the things that I've said
Put on these chains and you can live a free life
Well I'd rather bleed just to know why I died
Yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Whoa yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Whoa yeah
And we won't go down
And we won't go down
And we won't go down
Yeah
And we won't go down
Yeah
All I know is that fear has got to go
This time around
...This time around
I've started feeling like I don't want to fight
Give in to the given and put out the light
Cannons a blazing shower these moonlit skies
Then I remember and I know why he died
Do you know why I'd die
Yeah.
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Whoa yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Whoa yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Whoa yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
And we won't go down
And we won't go down
And we won't go down
Yeah
song performed by by Hanson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: Adults
Adults are selfish beings of the earth;
Adults don’t forgive/ forget tho’ mature;
Adults are creatures adamant by birth;
Adults are jealous beings, by nature.
Adults have arguing tongues till the end;
Adults misunderstand others with ease;
Adults can neither condescend nor bend;
Adults cannot adjust with/others please.
Adults are sinful in thought, word and deed
Adults are the ones, misguiding the youth;
Adults are beings revengeful indeed;
Adults can speak effortlessly untruth.
Adults advise but remember old fights;
Adults cannot give up their insane rights!
6-1-2001
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Emotional prostitute
Waited,
For the sabre
To stab my heart.
Waited,
For the familiar, piercing pain
To appear
As you disappear
Again
from my life.
Waited,
For the breathe
To collapse into
Those Silent sobs.
for my lips to part
in that bereaved grin,
eyes stoned,
gleaming,
non emoting.
As you walk away
Again
Ignoring me.
But this time,
This time
Though the sabre
Stabbed the heart
And bled it
Crimson red.
The pain
Did not pain
As I watched you disappear
Again
from my life'
The breath
Did not collapse
Nor did the lips
Part in that bereaved grin
As you walk away
Again
Ignoring me.
No
Love has not died in my heart.
Its still a rainbow
Sharp
Beyond the dark clouds.
Its just that
I now know
An emotional prostitute
To you
I mean
And a prostitute
Knows no pain.
She is not bereaved
Come you or go you,
Again and again and again.
poem by Anjali Kakati
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Yesterday As Today
Long ago there lived a Man who was
Crucified for being too loving and too lovable
Strangely, I met this Man three times today;
The first time He was asking a policeman not
To take a prostitute to prison
The second time He was drinking wine
With an outcast
The third time He was having a fist-fight with
A stock-broker inside a church
Two thousand years, and little has changed…
(Inspired by KG)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Midnight Prostitute
There she goes again
Flagging me down in the rain
Yes, she is cute
Midnight prostitute
Roaming the red light district
With conventions of her own so strict
A tenner for an ice cream
Fifty for a lay
A hundred for the day
She is a woman of the streets
A working class brain
In the sunlight she cleanses her stains
I beg of you no condemnation
I beg of you no disrespect
You and I are not even near perfect
There she goes again
Midnight Prostitute
A tenner for an ice cream
Fifty for a lay
A hundred for the day
Marriage for the year
I fear!
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
If Children Ruled The World
If Children Ruled The World,
Parents, Adults and Teachers will go to bed at 8: 00
and wake up at 7: 00 to dress up for school.
At school children will treat them like nothing,
and Parents, Adults and Teachers will have nothing to do or say.
In the morning at school, they would have to line up like chrildrens used to do like every single mornings.
If Children Ruled The World,
Lollies will be for everyone even adults and parents.
Parents and Adults will have such awful rotten teeth just like all children used to have in their teeths.
Every mornings right after adults brushes their teeths or hairs, the children would have to check if their hairs and teeths are alright.
In School Trips children goes for free but the adults has to always pay.
If Children Ruled The World,
the world wou; d be treated badly.
The children would be rich and adults would be poor and always ask for children for some money.
There will be no clean water,
No food for the adults to eat except lollies.
If Children Ruled The World,
WE'LL ALL BE IN A JAM!
poem by Crystal Pongi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Bacchanale
In an age of video wallpaper and aural anesthesia,
Music has become a prostitute.
No longer is it a gift from the gods;
It has become a pacifier,
A tranquilizer,
And a tool.
A tool to protect us from loneliness,
To entice us to buy
And to keep us from seeing
How bad things have become.
At one time,
Music was a vital experience,
It was physical,
Emotional,
Almost religious.
Today music is just
One more device
Used by the new sun king
Called civilization
To control itself.
song performed by by Information Society
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
A New Begin
When things is going horrible and
The way you think expect to happen
Then you need to start
A new begin
Give yourself another chance
Take one step at time
I used to be person where
I'm scared for changes,
Take a crazy risk,
A shy girl and can't stand up for herself
That's not me anymore
I have grown up and matured
I'm different Christina
I don't regret things anymore
I don't think about past and want
To reach for the goal
It brand new slate to start over and
A new begin
For you and me
I think you can do it again
Don't spend your time thinking or say what if
You are wasting your time
Just stand back up
I believe you
Don't say you are falling in
Black hole and you are trap forever
By someone you can't stop loving so much
The world is not over for you
A new begin
We should try
Don't wait too long
Take your chances
A new begin
poem by Christina Phan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Take Your Time
Im gonna make one hour in inte
Just a few minutes
Im gonna get two days for the
Price of one
Theres a one word rhyme
And thats called living
Thares a one word love
Means plenty of giviing
Im gonna give it til Im done
But everybody keeps telling me to
Take it easy
But time doesnt sit down and wait
While Im trying to get it done
But youre not me, thank god
You can take your time slowly
Makes me fell good just to watch
You lie down and have your fun
Take your time
Take your time
And Ill take my own time
(repeat 2x)
I can take it slowly or you can keep
Runnin on runnin on
When I put one foot in front of
The other
To me that doesnt mean walk that
Means run
I always want to start the race
Before the gates open
I always want to start the race
Before I hear the sound
Of the gun
But everybody keeps tellin me to
Take it easy
But time doesnt sit down and wait
While Im trying to get it done
But youre not me, thank god
You can take your time slowly
Makes me fell good just to watch
You lie down and have your fun
Take your time
Take your time
And Ill take my own time
(repeat 6x)
You say itll take a you year
I say just take me a second
But theres room for both of us
Just open the room
You know a year of time sees so
Many changes
And the speed of light in the black
Of night
Makes a full moon...
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Patience Is A Virtue
Everything comes to those that wait,
If they wait patiently...
If not on time, it may be late,
But comes eventually.
Of course, I may be wrong on this,
Completely out of tune...
But wouldn't it be total bliss,
If SOMETHING happened SOON! ?
Time's getting on, it's flying by,
It's here and then it's gone.
In time, it's bound to make us sigh,
As it goes on and on...
A minute here, a minute there,
An hour fast departs!
That's quite enough to cause despair
And chill the warmest hearts.
I'd like to think that we've a chance
To get things right somehow...
Instead of this sad song and dance,
Why can't we get it NOW! ?
Is it too difficult a task?
So hard it can't be done?
Be PATIENT! ? That's too much to ask!
Am I the only one! ?
Wake up! Get up and on the move!
Sort out this ghastly mess!
Unless we see that you improve,
How can we say, 'God bless! '?
Snap to it! Please! Just sort it out!
There's no time for mistakes!
If you don't start, I'll SCREAM and SHOUT!
So that YOUR patience breaks!
poem by Denis Martindale
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Kisses For You
Kiss of a prostitute is
Dirty and nasty
Kiss of a child is
Picture of Purity
Kiss of a poet's words is
Book of Poetry and Beauty
poem by Kavin Charalan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
How they Prostitute a Poem
It is uniquely easy
For some to sell
Ideals because
Business of absent
Goods is essentially
A sacrosanct but mostly
A flimsy transaction.
Some learn, early on,
To prostitute their verse.
So, in all the waking hours
They scavenge for a simple simile
That matches requirements, fulfills needs.
They barter reality
And every romance
To a blurred triplicate
Carbon-copy World of Hard
Cash and Price Tags and Brand Names.
In this brothel
Of stilled hope and
Stagnated stories, poems
Are born virgin and endowed
With voluptuous figures of firm,
Full breasts and wide hips where men
Prefer to plant their pastime dreams,
Or conceive their seed,
Or merely spite themselves,
Or dabble at domination.
But, the poem, with this
Bogus existence becomes
An adept, untiring prostitute.
Taken
On a starry night,
The poem opens
(dry and drab and dreary:
lacking love and life) like
The paid-for parting
Of the thighs.
(First published in Great Works, UK)
poem by Meena Kandasamy
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Minute Of Your Time
For you to think of me
It would only take a minute of your time
To spare one thought for me
Would you miss just one minute of your time?
When you are far away
I'd like to be part of your time each day
So think of me
A minute of your time
Is all it takes to bring us close
When we are far apart
And if I'm on your mind
I know that there's a chance
You'll ind that I'm there in your heart
One minute ev'ry day
May help to keep the wolf away
Until that moment you are back to stay
But better still I'd like to think of me
Ev'ry minute of your time.
song performed by by Tom Jones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Patience Is A Virtue (Forward Press)
Everything comes to those who wait,
If they wait patiently...
If not on time, it may be late,
But comes eventually.
Of course, I may be wrong on this,
Completely out of tune...
But wouldn't it be total bliss,
If something happened soon?
Time's getting on, it's flying by,
It's here and then it's gone.
In time, it's bound to make us sigh,
As it goes on and on...
A minute here, a minute there,
An hour fast departs!
That's quite enough to cause despair
And chill the warmest hearts.
I'd like to think that we've a chance
To get things right somehow...
Instead of this sad song and dance,
Why can't we get it now?
Is it too difficult a task?
So hard it can't be done?
Be patient! That's too much to ask!
Am I the only one?
Wake up! Get up and on the move!
Sort out this ghastly mess!
Unless we see that you improve,
How can we say, 'God bless! '
Snap to it! Please! Just sort it out!
There's no time for mistakes!
If you don't start, I'll scream and shout!
So that your patience breaks!
(Poem accepted by Forward Press, Peterborough, England)
poem by Denis Martindale
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Please Mr. Postman
( stop )
Oh yes, wait a minute
Mister postman
( wait )
Wait mister postman
(*) please mister postman look and see
( oh yeah )
If there's a letter in your bag for me
( please, please, mister postman )
Why's it takin' such a long time
( oh yeah )
For me to hear from that boy of mine
There must be
Some word today
From my boyfriend
So far away
Please mister postman
Look and see
If there's a letter
A letter for me
I've been standin' here
Waitin' mister postman
So patiently
For just a card
Or just a letter
Sayin' he's returning'
Home to me
Repeat (*)
So many days
You passed me by
See the tears
Standin' in my eyes
You didn't stop
To make me feel better
By leavin' me
A card or a letter
Repeat (*)
( why don't you check it and see one more time
For me you gotta )
Wait a minute, wait a minute...
( mister postman )
Mister postman look and see
( c'mon deliver the letter, the sooner, the better )
Mister postman
song performed by by Carpenters
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!