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Sestina
September rain falls on the house.
In the failing light, the old grandmother
sits in the kitchen with the child
beside the Little Marvel Stove,
reading the jokes from the almanac,
laughing and talking to hide her tears.
She thinks that her equinoctial tears
and the rain that beats on the roof of the house
were both foretold by the almanac,
but only known to a grandmother.
The iron kettle sings on the stove.
She cuts some bread and says to the child,
It's time for tea now; but the child
is watching the teakettle's small hard tears
dance like mad on the hot black stove,
the way the rain must dance on the house.
Tidying up, the old grandmother
hangs up the clever almanac
on its string. Birdlike, the almanac
hovers half open above the child,
hovers above the old grandmother
and her teacup full of dark brown tears.
She shivers and says she thinks the house
feels chilly, and puts more wood in the stove.
It was to be, says the Marvel Stove.
I know what I know, says the almanac.
With crayons the child draws a rigid house
and a winding pathway. Then the child
puts in a man with buttons like tears
and shows it proudly to the grandmother.
But secretly, while the grandmother
busies herself about the stove,
the little moons fall down like tears
from between the pages of the almanac
into the flower bed the child
has carefully placed in the front of the house.
Time to plant tears, says the almanac.
The grandmother sings to the marvelous stove
and the child draws another inscrutable house.
poem by Elizabeth Bishop
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I Left Something Turned On At Home
(billy lawson/john schweers)
Well boys I hate to leave good company
But my baby just called me on the phone
And from the sound of her voice, I simply have no choice
I left something turned on at home
Well I just put a quarter in the jukebox
And it aint halfway through my favorite song
But if I dont leave right now my whole place might burn down
cause I left something turned on at home
It aint the stove, it aint the heater
Shes hotter and a whole lot sweeter
And all day long shes been there alone
Right now her arms are open, the house is probably smokin'
cause I left something turned on at home
Hey waitress could you cancel that order
But if its too late Ill take it to go
Boys I gotta run fore somebody calls 911
cause I left something turned on at home
It aint the stove, it aint the heater
Shes hotter and a whole lot sweeter
And all day long shes been there alone
Right now her arms are open, the house is probably smokin'
cause I left something turned on at home
Right now her arms are open, the house is probably smokin'
cause I left something turned on at home
Yeah I left something turned on at home
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Now that august is gone
Now that august is gone
And we all know that all augusts come and go
Is this woman? a woman of vertue,
Is this woman? a super woman
Is this woman? a woman of mission and vision
Is this woman? classy and stylish
Is this woman? preffesional or house wife
And the woman of action and motion
A woman of courage and resilence
A woman of liberation and liberty
A woman of passion and compassion
A woman of thoughts and opinions
A woman of empathy and sympathy
A woman of concerns and kindness
.
A woman of confrontation or insecurity
A woman of altracation or tranquility
A woman of ambition or armunition
A woman of redeemtion or detention
A woman of power or affection
Is this woman a woman
I am not questining you, woman!
I was questioning this woman
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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House Of Pain
Say youre gonna leave me cause I only tie you up.
Always love you tender but you only like it rough.
Woman where ya goin why youre leaving me again.
Gonna pack your bags and leave this house of pain.
Heartaches all around me, how many times we cried.
Said she tried to leave me but her hands were always tied.
If I had it all to do Id do it just the same.
Gonna fix it so you never leave this house of pain
song performed by by Van Halen
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Cook Of The House
Ground rice, sugar, vinegar, seco salt, macaroni too,
Cook of the house,
Im the cook of the house.
No matter where I serve my guests,
They seem to like the kitchen best cause Im the cook of the house,
Cook of the house.
The salads in the bowl,
The rice is on the stove.
Green beans in the colander and where the res is heaven only knows.
Cinnamon, garlic, salt, pepper, corn-bread, curry powder, coffee too,
Cook of the house,
Im the cook of the house.
No, matter where I serve my guests,
They seem to like the kitchen best.
cause Im the cook of the house,
Cook of the house.
Where the rest is heaven only knows.
Matter where I serve my guests,
They seem to like the kitchen best cause Im the cook of the house.
Cook of the house,
Cook of the house,
Im the cook of the house.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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I Built This House
I built this house from its foundation
It's foundation I made it strong
So that it can't be shaken
By anything
I built this house
On love
Not on lies
I built this house
I turned it into a home
And that was my vision
I built this house
Just like a wise woman
A woman who builds a house on a foundation of a rock
Not like a foolish woman
Who builds a house
On a sand
And then turns and destroys it with her hands
I won't allow anything to break it down
To break my children and my husband
With nonsense
With arguments, alcohol and unfaithfulness
So devil you better live
Cause I built this house
On top of the rock Jesus
poem by Vangile Mtyali
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We should be careful to get out of an experience only the wisdom that is in it--and stop there; lest we be like the cat that sits down on a hot stove lid. She will never sit on a hot stove lid again--and that is well; but also she will never sit down on a cold one anymore.
quote by Mark Twain
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Woman Is Fire
There was a time when Woman went out of house, house of wax was left by Woman, Woman with waxen complexion I was, I was fiery Woman, Woman's body was a wax, Woman's eyes a flammable paraffin, what Woman's mouth was: withered red apples when Woman was fired out of house. House was invisible when Woman took a fire lamp and went to cheer in the smell of fallen apples, scattered around house, our moldy house. In the cold night Woman molded her body in a candle mould to revive old fire and saw Man that gathered apple stalks from moldy apple trees. It was a lonely man, Man that made a fire with waxed paper and moldering apple stalks. Man that sat outdoors on a moldy wooden bench by that fire and drunk applejack.
Woman saw Man, Man that felt Woman's looks through apple shaped embers bursting out of fire when wet apple leaves dried. Fire was a necessity for Man, for Man made his living being a fire-eater. The fire-eater wanted fire that gives birth, of fireworks, exploding fire. Man moved a long green apple stalk through fire to burn fire more. Man took a dropp and swallowed it. Man took another dropp and spat it into the fire. Suddenly Man realized what he needed and waxed on a piece of paper: fire must drink applejack for fire is becoming moldy, and he spat what he drunk mingled with apple-tasting spit. House is moldy too, Woman remembered and woman's heart became a rotten apple.. Fire was quenching as Woman closed her eyelids, apple peels, longing for house. House may be moldy, but house is not empty. Woman molded house the like, house full of candle lights and fireflies. Woman left Man's fire quenched and remained an apple scented candle. House melts easily and hardens quickly, Woman too. Woman abandoned Man not to be melt. That is old fire in Woman, as she stalks on apple waxed earth toward house.
poem by Afrodita Nikolova
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Longtime Sunshine
Sometimes I want to pack it all up
Get on a bus and move to Vermont
Or Maine or any of those states back east
That I remember...
Sometimes I wanna go back to school
An east coast college with some history
I'd be satisfied I know in the simple things
Longtime sunshine
Longtime sunshine upon me
Sometimes I want to build a house
With a wood stove or a fire place
In the middle of the livingroom
An old piano...
Sometimes it don't seem so bad
To settle down with a good woman
Leave this lonely life behind
Forever and ever
Longtime sunshine
Longtime sunshine upon me
Longtime sunshine
Longtime sunshine upon me
Sometimes I wanna get in a car
Close my eyes and drive real fast
Keep on going 'till I get someplace
Where I can truly rest
Longtime sunshine
Longtime sunshine upon me
Longtime sunshine
Longtime sunshine upon me
song performed by by Weezer
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Kwamena
That man and his house,
That woman and her house,
That man and his wife,
That woman and her husband,
That man and his car,
That woman and her car,
But, your lover is afar off! !
However, i am Kwamena in the land of your muse;
And, i am ever ready to help you solve your problems.
A whirlwind! !
And, you actually heard it;
For, it was like a vision.
Your table, your food and your house!
Bring in the wealth to help the poor people around;
And like the muse of love in the land of peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Chauvinist
I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat
Or squeeze, and then to tease her if it’s eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined –
And tho’ our needs are varied, girls, they’re all perverse of mind!
Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
‘Please! ’ we beg her, ‘bend and bare! ’ But we can only hope!
I’m sure by now you get the picture – like a rule of thumb –
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
My dreams are of a
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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I am that woman
I am the woman you cannot stand
I am the woman you cannot part
I am the woman who will f*** your brains up
I am the woman who will make you love
I am the woman who will make you so mad you’ll forget your name
I am the woman who your mother will love
I am the woman who will make your mates laugh
I am the woman who will make you speak all night
I am the woman who will make you go ballistic
I am the woman who will annoy you all the time
I am the woman who you’ll find irresistibly cute
I am the woman who will make you forget what you do
I am the woman who you’ll spend all day in bed with
I am the woman who will make passionate love like a beast
I am the woman who will get you out of control
I am the woman who will make you lose your soul
I am the woman who you will accept defeat to
I am the woman who will make you sad when I leave the room
I am the woman who will drive you crazy when we meet
I am the woman who you’ll want to sit all night and stare me sleep
I am the woman who you’ll hate and love
And I am the woman who you’ll never f***ing forget!
…and you know it’s all true….
poem by Evita Velvet
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Poor House
You walk in, half past nine
Lookin like a queen
Serving me with papers
Calling me obscene
Woman Ive tried so hard
Just to do my best
Theyre gonna put me in the poor house
And youll take all the rest
Up all day, down all night
Working on the job
Everything I do is wrong
I always end up [..]
Woman I try so hard
Done all I can do.
Theyre gonna put me in the poor house
Keep all the best for you.
Ooh, in the poor house
Ooh, in the poor house
If a drove a pulpwood truck
Would you love me more?
Will you bring me diamonds
And hang around my door
Woman, Ive done my best
Theyre aint much left for me
Theyre gonna put me in the poor house
And throw away the key (in the poor house)
Ooh, in the poor house
You walked in, half past nine
Lookin like a queen
Serving me with papers
Calling me obscene
Woman Ive tried so hard
Just to do my best
Theyre gonna put me in the poor house
And youll take all the rest
In the poor house
Ooh, in the poor house
In the poor house
Ooh, in the poor house
song performed by by George Harrison
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I used to get on a stove wood pile at 5-6 years old and I would have a piece of stove wood and kindling bark as a pick, and I was a star.
quote by Jerry Reed
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Money Down
(wally bryson)
Never let no woman abuse me
Never let no woman misuse me
Never let no woman confuse me
Never laid my money down
Little woman think I got a heart of stone
cause I just wanna love em and leave em alone
Money down!
Lotta funky women been tryin to scare me
Tell me that theyll leave me if I aint true
Aint been a one who didnt have to share me
Ya know that when they leave it aint me thats blue
Little woman cant ya see Im bound to roam
And I got no fears about livin alone
Money down!
Little woman tryin to put the chains on me
Till my dyin day Im gonna wanna be free
Sorry bout it baby, but thats just me!
Never let no woman abuse me
Never let no woman misuse me
Never let no woman confuse me
Never laid my money down
Little woman think I got a heart of stone
cause I just wanna love em and leave em alone
Money down!
Money down!
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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California Sunshine Woman
L purdom
California woman
Hanging heavy on my mind
Never found another like her
Guess she was just one of a kind
She never wrapped no strings around me
She could treat a man so fine
I still see her golden hair
And the caliifornia sunshine
Mississippi rain falling on my head
No california woman sleeping in my bed
Makes me wanna move on, leave all this behind
I need my california woman and the california sunshine
Golden california beaches
Knocking on a beach house door
They say that california woman
She dont live here anymore
They say she left with a stranger
Leaving nothing left behind
She buried all my dreams here
In the california sunshine
Mississippi rain falling on my head
No california woman sleeping in my bed
Makes me wanna move on, leave all this behind
I need my california woman and the california sunshine
I need my california woman and the california sunshine
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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American Woman
Huh!
American woman
Stay away from me
American woman
Mama let me be
Dont come hare hanging around my door
I dont want to see your face no more
I got more important things to do
Than spend my time growin old with you
Now woman
Stay away
American woman
Listen what I say
American woman
Get away from me
American woman
Mama let me be
Dont come here knocking around my door
I dont want to see your shadow no more
Colored lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone elses eyes
Now woman
Get away
American woman
Listen what I say
Huh!
American woman
I said get way
American woman
Listen what I say
Dont come hanging around my door
Dont want to see your face no more
I dont need your war machines
I dont need your ghetto scenes
Colored lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone elses eyes
Now woman
Get away
American woman
Listen what I say
American woman
Get away from me
American woman
Mama let me be
I gotta go
I gotta get away
And I gotta go
I wanna fly away
Im gonna leave you, woman
Im gonna leave you, woman
Im gonna leave you, woman
Im gonna leave you, woman
Bye bye, bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye
American woman
Youre no good for me
And Im no good for you
American woman
Im looking at you right in the eye
And tell you what Im gonna do
American woman
Im gonna leave you woman
You know I gotta go
Im gonna leave you woman
I gotta go
Iiiiii gotta go
I gotta go american woman yeah
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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You don't even have to leave your house: you do your work from your house; you can order anything you want from your house; you don't have to leave your chair. Everything's been designed so that you never leave your computer chair.
quote by Deryck Whibley
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Rickety Rhyme
rickety man, rickety house
quickly ran, saw a mouse
stately woman, in stick hut
prickly fish, coconut
Man meets Woman half the way
Woman asks Man want to play?
sticky situation, sticky plot
Man tells Woman rather not
Woman looks Man not well hung
Woman tells Woman not much fun
Man tells Woman another time
Woman goes off end the rhyme
06/09/09
poem by John Lyday
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Love-letting
'Woman places corpse of husband in closet.
Linah B-,64, said her husband died
In October 31 in either 1977 or 1978 and she
Put him in a closet because she
Couldn't pay for a proper burial...'
Might've been a good case
For Perry Mason if foul play
Had been suspected, but
The authorities got to the bottom
Of the matter when they
Got the call from the workmen
Painting the house.
Seems there was a little more than
Plaster-of-Paris on a closet floor
Than the woman let on.
One might wonder at the woman's stead
To bear the dead crime,
'No, J- is not home today, '
No one the wiser what lay
In the closet's keep.
It'll probably be the 'in' thing now-
Home Burial.
Little women will squirrel
Their loved ones away-
Where the dead never leave the house.
poem by Edward Steinhardt
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