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One should choose a wife with the ears, rather than with the eyes.
Sonnet: Choose The Things in Your Life
0 choose your friend who must be good as you;
And choose your spouse better than you; make sure;
And choose the one best as your Teacher too;
And choose ambitions that suit your nature.
0 choose the profession thats truly best;
And choose the hobbies that ne'er interfere;
And choose your Time to begin work, take rest;
And choose your enemies, you surely fear.
0 choose your food that gives extended health;
And choose your garments -comfortable wear;
And choose the honest way to added wealth;
And choose the burden right, body can bear.
0 choose the people who deserve help most;
And choose good principles, yet never boast.
poem by John Celes
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Mind your woman
If you refuse your wife your eyes
There are men to lend theirs.
If you refuse your wife your ears
There are men to lend theirs.
Unless you mend she is under threat.
31.08.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Anywhere You Choose
With this heart I'll meet you,
With this heart I'll greet you,
Anywhere you choose.
With these hands I'll undress you,
With these hands I'll caress you,
Anytime you choose.
With these arms I'll hold you,
With these arms I'll enfold you,
Anyplace you choose.
With these lips I'll kiss you,
With these lips I'll bliss you,
Anyway you choose.
With my love I'll adore you,
With my love I'll amour you,
Any moment you choose.
With my eyes I'll wake you,
With my eyes I'll make you
Desire me, any day you choose.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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My Ears - My Eyes
My ears are my eyes because I am blind.
When I cross the street I listen for the sound of cars braking.
My ears are my eyes.
When I enter a room I tap my cane onto the floor and listen for the distance the echo travel to know how far I am away from someone else. My ears are my eyes.
I may never physical see the beauty of a spring day, but when I hear the birds are chirping, bikes constantly peddling by and lovers saying I love you. I know it is a beautiful spring day. I may be blind but I still see my ears are my eyes.
Note: No I am not blind myself but I know several people who are and this is me letting the rest of the world how they see through my poetry.
You Feel Me?
Everything and everyone under the Sun,
Seeks to be closer to something...
Or someone.
Rarely are there exceptions to this.
Unless someone has been taught,
To forget this closeness nonsense...
And wont have none of it.
Still there can be seen trees growing majestically.
Even someone or some 'thing',
That stands out to get attention it brings.
But when it comes to hearts, eyes and ears...
It becomes difficult to separate them,
From the touch of emotions.
I'm not going to admit I know a thing about this,
Since I am suppose to be aloof, cold and indifferent.
To those I choose to be aloof, cold and indifferent to!
I am not experiencing my life,
Just to be used to benefit someone else's pleasures.
I have my own I'd like to 'share' to get 'there'.
You feel me?
I wish you could!
Everything and everyone under the Sun,
Seeks to be closer to something...
Or someone.
And when it comes to hearts, eyes and ears...
It becomes difficult to separate them,
From the touch of emotions.
I'm not going to admit I know a thing about this,
Since I am suppose to be aloof, cold and indifferent.
To those I choose to be aloof, cold and indifferent to!
You feel me?
No not you.
The other one to the left of you and looking away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Wish Not to Hear This?
You wish not to hear this?
Fine!
But it is your behind that feels threatened.
Not mine!
My eyes and ears have been open,
All this time.
And I'm the one you choose to blame,
For breaking down the walls...
That have kept you blind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sensations Invented
It is so clear,
What is here!
What is near,
And appears.
Regardless of those,
Who choose to listen...
With opened ears.
It is apparent,
As the feeling in one's fingertips.
Even if some are numb to these senses...
The implementation done,
Has been imprinted.
Without effective lament.
Sensations invented,
Are meant to be left as sentiments.
Emotions within to mend with a willingness...
Are absent of attention.
At least hints intended,
Are not given to them.
It is so clear,
What is here!
What is near,
And reappears.
Regardless of those,
Who choose to listen...
With opened ears.
It is apparent,
As the feeling in one's fingertips.
Even if some are numb to these senses...
The implementation done,
Has been imprinted.
Without effective lament.
And we,
The people...
Receive beliefs under steeples.
Although through a peephole we peek.
To behold as told!
With full comrepension,
We desperately seek.
Prisoners of limited knowledge told.
To live with wishes to fulfill.
But then to become victims,
To that which we do not know!
It is so clear,
What is here!
What is near,
And appears.
Regardless of those,
Who choose to listen...
With opened ears.
Dismissing an acceptance,
That could be generated but disappears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choose
I choose focus
I choose freedom
to be happy, to have fun
to have a wonderful life
to be young, light and bright
I choose health, wealth
lands, treasures
I choose to trust, love
commitment, faith,
I choose to enjoy life
I choose the lord
I choose...
poem by Johnny Walks
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Wife is well imprisoned
He was nice to me and my wife.
I cut ties with him as on my wife fell his eyes.
The other was nice to me and my wife.
I cut ties with him as on him fell my wife’s eyes.
If one’s wife is cute,
Better be away
.27.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Whatever You Like
I have two ears
I have to hear atleast twice.
You have no ears
Why should I speak?
See, Tears only
Rolling from my eyes
And I am unable to see.
You have big round eyes
You can also do
Whatever you like.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Under My Umbrella
When I close my eyes
I can see for miles
Theres comfort in my dark scene
And chaos in the isles
These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are not
The colour that
You arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When those eyes of yours
Decided so
I refuse to kneel before
The sights you choose to see
When I close my eyes
I remember how I smile
Under my umbrella
Im an accomplished exile
These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are
Not the colour that
Your arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When those eyes of yours
Decided so
I refuse to kneel before
The sights you choose to see
If this is right
Id rather be wrong
If this is sight
Id rather be blind
These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are
Not the colour that
Your arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When those eyes of yours
Decided to
I refuse to kneel before
The sights you choose to see
If this is right
Id rather be wrong
If this is sight
Id rather be blind
song performed by by Incubus
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Government ought not to be invested with power to control the affections, any more than the consciences of citizens. A man has at least as good a right to choose his wife, as he has to choose his religion. His taste may not suit his neighbors; but so long as his deportment is correct, they have no right to interfere with his concerns.
quote by Lydia Maria Child
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Choose To Fly
Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Choose to spread your wings.
And with praises choose to sing...
To end limitations.
And what to you those limits bring.
Choose to fly.
Energize with the Sun.
Have fun.
Begin what is wished.
Do not undo that which has begun.
Choose to fly.
Look up.
Around and down!
Can accustomed conflict mixed with confusion...
Be heard from anyone?
Can it be found?
As you lift your disconnectedness,
Higher off the ground?
Can you feel a peace?
As you release...
From tensions that decrease.
Choose to fly.
Let go of that madness...
Grabbing to entrap.
To have you slapped with unhappiness.
Choose to fly.
Declare your fresh air...
Is absent of dispair.
And all boundaries have cleared for your arrival.
Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Let go...
And take hold of the atmosphere there.
Choose to fly.
Choose to soar.
Choose to live the life you adore,
Even more!
Choose to fly.
And break free to live your dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keep Your....
Keep your eyes and your ears open to the world around you,
For it is worth practicing what is right always;
And to achieve what you want in this life.
Choose not to hear it always but,
Try to see it as well;
And as you grow older,
You will surely reflect on your past life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mutuality
i like your ears
you think
i am just flattering you
i suggest
you see your ears
using my eyes
as your mirror
still you do not
trust me
how can you be so indifferent?
i will buy you a mirror,
and now
use it, see?
your ears are
so beautiful
because
they are deaf
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Max Wanted
What do you want from me?
Max's wife said
and he looked by her
at the waitress
at the cafe
who was walking
with some order
behind his wife's back
and he noticed
the cute ass as she moved
the way she swayed
and the hands
holding the tray
huh? What is it
you want from me?
his wife repeated
her eyes peering at him
taking in
that aspect of him
as he turned his head
look said Max
following the waitress
to the table across the way
his eyes slowly
undressing her
his mind making up scenes
like in some movie
you say come on Honey
let's go out for a meal
and talk
and what are you doing
looking elsewhere
and not talking
his wife said
spittle on her lower lip
Max looked back
at his wife and said
oh yes sure
I was thinking
of the Picasso print
we saw the other day
you know that one
we both liked
and you said you'd like it
for your birthday
well maybe
I ought to get it
what do you think?
And the waitress
looked over at Max
as she went by
and he saw
a whole new ball game
in her eyes
and caught the cheek
and ear
and was sure
he captured some aspect
of her perfume
and his wife said
Picasso?
That Picasso?
are you sure Max?
and she went into a daze
and smiled
and Max imagined himself
and the waitress
and sex games
and a party
going wild.
poem by Terry Collett
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To A Youth Who Wooed A Woman Older Than Himself
Friend, woo me not so earnestly.
Vain is thy prayer.
Nay, if in truth thou lovest me.
Hereafter spare
My wearied ears a suit denied.
Go, choose for thee a younger bride.
Not I will brook to live with thee.
An old wife to a young man tied,
Doomed as the years fleet by to see
A spouse who gazes hungry-eyed
On such as she can never be.
The young and fair.
And waits to enshroud her clay with glee,
And graveward bear.
Lecturer
He wrote on the board
“The husband said the wife
Is having an extra-marital affair”.
He asks the class, “Who is having the EMA? ”
Shout comes up loud, “the wife”.
He takes a piece of chalk, and puts two commas
One after husband, and one after wife.
It now reads, “The husband, said the wife, is
Having an extra-marital affair”.
He asks the class, “Who is having the EMA? ”
Confused murmur of husband, wife flutters.
“Not a word has changed, but the meaning has reversed
With just two commas.” Eats shoots and leaves, eh?
May I start the lecture on grammar, he said.
The class was all ears.
D T Joseph
19.02.08
poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
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I Believe So...
does the wind choose to blow?
do rivers choose to run?
does your heart choose to beat?
i believe so...
does the earth choose to turn,
in perfect rhythm, year by year?
do the tides choose to come and go,
in cadence with the moon?
i believe so...
does society choose to be oppressed,
if only by apathy's inaction?
do we choose to let people starve
when we turn the other head?
i believe so...
do we choose war over peace,
to feed the need of greed?
do we choose to destroy nature
by our very lifestyles?
i believe so....
but can we change destiny,
and avert the final blow?
can we open our minds and hearts,
and reclaim life for the living?
i believe so...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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