When you are not physically starving, you have the luxury to realize psychic and emotional starvation.
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Bloody Luxury
(coverdale)
Now when I first met you
I was rolling along,
Just a bar room crooner
Singing heartbreak songs,
An I supposed I could never get next to you
But, you seemed quite happy with my company
You kept my body heat steady at 103,
With your mouth full of gimme
An your body full of much obliged
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
What you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
Youre a five star woman,
An you know what to give
To fill a part time loser
Full of reasons to live,
But, theres no doubt about it
Im taking a chance on you
Becos you get my heart beating heavy,
Make my knees go weak
You get me so damn nervous
I can hardly speak,
But, nothings gonna stop me
Hanging on my good luck charm
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
What you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
Honey what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
Honey what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me,
No matter what you do to me,
No matter what you do to me,
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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You Ain't Got It Like a Psychic
You can't tell me what I'm thinking...
Until I tell you what that is!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You can run around and tell folks,
What you think my business is!
But,
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You can sneak across the floor.
And put your ear to the door.
Tell my neighbors and friends,
What I do and who for!
But,
Uh-uh,
You ain't got it like a psychic.
It's too bad your lips don't seal.
You need to hush 'em.
You need to keep them closed.
It's so sad you have a mind that reveals...
It's gonna crack!
It's ripe for that.
Waiting to set you back with a heart attack.
It's too bad your lips don't seal.
You need to hush 'em.
You need to keep them closed.
It's so sad you have a mind that reveals...
It's gonna crack!
It's ripe for that.
You can run around and tell folks,
What you think my business is!
But,
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You can sneak across the floor.
And put your ear to the door.
But,
Uh-uh,
You ain't got it like a psychic.
It's too bad your lips don't seal.
You need to hush 'em.
You need to keep them closed.
It's so sad you have a mind that reveals...
It's gonna crack!
It's ripe for that,
With a heart attack!
You can't tell me what I'm thinking,
Until I tell you what that is!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You may not like it.
My name ain't Mike,
And I'm 'bout to take a hike!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
If you were a psychic,
You would know where you can bite it!
Bite this!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Bite this!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Bite this!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
If you were a psychic,
You would know where you can bite it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Still They Are Virtuous
Modest women encounter
Emotional love with men
But, however, are afraid of
Physical intimacy.
Women who are liberal
With many men physically
Are not interested for
Emotional attachments.
In both the categories,
They don’t want to go cheep and
Are so particular that
They bear their own husbands’ seeds.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sweet and Soft Whispers
I may not be a bit psychic...
But I know it's there.
That love inside you fight.
With a wish I might like it.
No, I may not be a psychic...
But that fragrance you wear is in the air.
You want to give me a chance.
To cuddle up and romance.
I believe you want me alone.
To claim and have me as your own.
You want me close enough to hear...
Those sweet and soft whispers in my ear.
And I may not be a bit psychic.
But I know it is there.
That love inside you fighting to appear.
With a wish that I might like it.
And have it in my arms to hold it near.
Oh...
Your excitement you try to hide.
But I know it's there.
And not that deep inside.
And I just may keep it a secret...
Until you make me aware.
I may not be a psychic...
But I know what you feel,
For me...
Is there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Irish Potato Blight
Dying with green mouths
starving eating green grass.
Famine scavenge food coastal equalled
subsistence cursed evermore sea food.
Starvation was annihilation
of many Irish who never fled.
English took livestock for taxes unpaid
left starving tenant farmers for dead.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Desert Tree
Starving for water,
Shade an unimaginable luxury,
Surviving blistering heat,
The soul quickly perishing.
Infertile soil is my foundation,
Once nature's prosperous womb,
I am her only child now,
Isolated against this monotonous hell.
Starving for attention,
Contact an unimaginable luxury,
Surviving every lonely day,
The soul quickly perishing.
Cold concrete is my foundation,
Once a path to pass,
I sleep upon her now,
Isolated against this monotonous hell.
My God Is Special
I am physically blind...
But oh God, thanks be to you for your spiritual sight.
I am physically deaf...
But oh God, thanks be to you that
Iam able to hear your sweet, sweet voice.
I physically cannot speak...
But God, thaks be to you for knowing
And understanding all my needs.
I physically cannot walk...
But oh God, thanks be to you for leading
And guiding me in your righteous way.
Thanks be to you oh God, for letting me know
That I am special.
Because you are special to me.
poem by Evelyn Clayborn
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My God Is Special
I am physically blind...
But oh God, thanks be to you for your spiritual sight.
I am physically deaf...
But oh God, thanks be to you that
Iam able to hear your sweet, sweet voice.
I physically cannot speak...
But God, thaks be to you for knowing
And understanding all my needs.
I physically cannot walk...
But oh God, thanks be to you for leading
And guiding me in your righteous way.
Thanks be to you oh God, for letting me know
That I am special.
Because you are special to me.
Evelyn Clayborn
poem by suchul Jin
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The sharing of joy, whether physical, emotional, psychic, or intellectual, forms a bridge between the sharers which can be the basis for understanding much of what is not shared between them, and lessens the threat of their difference.
quote by Adure Lord
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Dipping Low
I went around the world till I found the right spot.
It was ultra sweet and just a little bit hot.
Dippin' low in the lap of luxury.
Dippin' low in the lap of luxury.
Now if you get down there you'll be doin' it right.
Yeah, once you got it you better hold on tight.
Dippin' low in the lap of luxury.
Dippin' low in the lap of luxury.
Now if you wanna break down I'll hold my head up high.
I'm a good mechanic, I'll go over you in style.
Dippin low in the lap of luxury.
Dippin low in the lap of luxury.
song performed by by ZZ Top
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Sophia The Psychic She Lived Down The Road
Sophia the psychic she lived down the road
She knew the roads she knew the souls
An Antipythia of the broken heart
Wept ‘don’t know thyself ‘tis too deep’
Know thy paths not entangled they are
‘spread like lilies’ not needing the truth
Sophia the psychic centuries echoed
Tormented by knowing too much
Sophia the psychic she met me one day
I looked into her eyes compassion I smiled
Yes, she started, and she could not stop
Against my smile her intermittent sobs
Sophia the psychic centuries echoed
Tormented by knowing too much
‘Tis passion Sophia I asked
Why are you telling me what I already know
Obsession, Sophia, leave the past in peace
Take some rest and do not worry
Sophia the psychic centuries echoed
Tormented by knowing too much
I am centuries old as well but still too young for your tears
And don’t ask for my coins for I have none
All the pearls of wisdom you’ve already gained
There’s no way for you to be repaid
Sophia the psychic centuries echoed
Tormented by knowing too much
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Negative thinking is always expensive--dragging us down mentally, emotionally, and physically--hence I refer to any indulgence in it as a luxury.
quote by Peter McWilliams
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There are some poets
Who like making their own rules
Robbing from the poor
While they live in luxury
Others are starving to death
tanka by Edwin Tanguma
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To deprive a man of his natural liberty and to deny to him the ordinary amenities of life is worse then starving the body; it is starvation of the soul, the dweller in the body.
quote by Mohandas Gandhi
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Vengeful Psychic
There once was a psychic who loved to chat,
She made up lies to Christina, saying this or that.
See, psychic needed more money and she wanted revenge,
So she started telling lies to all of Christina's friends.
Then of course she told Christina the biggest lie of all,
She told Christina to date Skunky and suck on his balls.
Skunky was of course the worst creep Christina had ever met,
He was a liar, a cheat and even did theft.
But in the end, Skunky became the psychic’s friend…
Stalking her on the internet.
Then of course psychic didn’t know,
She emailed Skunky photos of her 'island with no snow'.
But as soon as Skunky telephoned psychic a thousand times X 2,
She quickly ended it with Skunky and said they were through.
Now, Skunky had no redeeming qualities as of yet,
But his stalking the psychic made Christina very upset,
And it made Christina think “who is the one I’m worse off to have met?
Well, they are both really scummy just the same,
Playing on Christina’s good heart like a volleyball game.
But Christina won out over both of them,
Making rhyming peeve poems is the best revenge.
Written on Jan.20,2011 by Christina Sunrise
Copyright 2011 Chevalier Originals, Inc.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Getting emotional about things is a peacetime luxury. In wartime, it's much too painful.
quote by Edmund H. North
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They are starving for happiness
They are starving for happiness
Their belly is full of mess
Joy is their food
Without it their dead
Starving all way of hunger
Cry in every saw they looked
Fingers are in cold, shivering
They are starving for happiness
Mind looked in every crying eye
Drops let fall. As they saw
No mistakes done, no wonder
They are starving for happiness
Open hair, all scenes amazing
No soft blow of air, nothing
They can’t survive more
They are starving for happiness
Heart full of sorrows, no glow
Hands red, can’t move long
Lot of hunger, full of blood
They are starving for happiness
poem by Monica kulal
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Indoor ones substitute not outdoor ones.
Now a time a variety of extravaganzas
is at door steps from electronic media.
Yet there is a starvation for outdoor events.
Only is there the luxury of crowds to witness.
Indoor engagements relieve
not one’s loneliness.
28.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When the Heart Is Dead
When the heart is dead
The poet should be as well
If he allows verse
To wiggle out of
Bony intellectual crevices
Of the skull
Instead of dripping
From his veins
Like passionate blood
From deeply cut
Emotional wounds
Leaving psychic scars
Surviving for eternity
In the disconsolate universe.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Emotional Highway
Heard youre up to no good
Doin everything I never would
Shakes me up
Brings me down
Puts my world six feet underground
Well I need to know whats going on
Before I lose my mind
If I catch you with her I dont know what Ill do
When I get home what will I find
Whoa emotional highway
Driving all night and day through the pouring rain
Ive heard a rumor now
Ive got to find out for myself
If my babys giving his heart to someone else
Well my minds playing tricks
To think of you and her just makes me sick
Every mile that I go
I keep praying I dont lose control
Well the road is long and conditions are bad
And all I think about is you
I dont have time to wait in line
Move over mister
Ive gotta get through
Whoa emotional highway
Driving all night and day through the pouring rain
Ive heard a rumor now
Ive got to find out for myself
If my babys getting it on with someone else
Emotional highway
Emotional highway
Emotional highway, emotional, emotional, emotional
Baby baby I know that were two of a kind
Thats why Ive got suspicion on my mind
Whoa emotional highway
Driving all night and day through the pouring rain
Ive heard a rumor now
Ive got to find out for myself
If my babys me up for someone else
Emotional highway
Emotional highway
Emotional highway, emotional, emotional, emotional
Got to get back, get back to my baby
Emotional highway
Emotional highway
Emotional highway, emotional, emotional, emotional
Got to get back, get back to my baby
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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