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Eczema
Your thoughts
Are like the
Itches of
Eczema
I scratch
Them away
They subside
For a while…
Then come back
Again with
Renewed force
And energy
Imposing
Themselves
On me
Thus begins
The
Never-ending
Cycle of
Itching and
Scratching…
How discomforting
How profusely
Tiring…
Yet
There are no
Steroids -
In this world
That can stop
The eczema
Of your
Thoughts
From
Resurfacing…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Poison Ivy
Boomerang-
Poison ivy
J. lieber/ m. stoller
She comes on like a rose
But everybody knows (dont cha know, dont cha know)
Shell get you in dutch (awww)
You can look but youd better not touch
Poison ivy, poison ivy
Late at night when your sleeping
Poison ivy comes a creeping around
Shes pretty as a daisy (pretty as a daisy)
But look out man shes crazy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shell really do you in (really do you in)
If you let her get under your skin (let her get under your skin)
(repeat chorus)
Measles makes you mumpy
And mumps will make you lumpy
And chicken pox will make you jump and twitch (make you jump and twitch)
A common cold will fool ya
And whooping coughs will cool ya
But poison ivy loves to make you itch (make you itch)
Your gonna need an ocean (gonna need an ocean)
Of calamine lotion (oh, your gonna need it)
Youll be scratching like a hound (boy, youll be itching)
The minute you start to mess around
(repeat chorus)
Your gonna need an ocean (big, big ocean)
Of calamine lotion
Youll be scratching like a hound (youll be scratching, youll be scratching)
The minute you start to mess around
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Hanson
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Tears are not transparent
To him who consoles,
There is something itching
To feel fortunate..
To him who congratulates,
There is something itching
To feel jealous.
06.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Impulsive
He is itching,
To do something to be remembered.
Impulsive.
Imprudent.
And mentally incompetent.
With no social aspects,
To benefit!
He is itching,
To do something to be remembered.
Something to leave his mark!
Something...
Implusive!
That dangers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Idle Pecking (2003)
Little itching, scratching, stabbing habits that ravage our souls
rape our best intentions
we're all angels infected with devils of the mind
ittle pitch forked menaces that keep us in line
bouncing back and fourth through weakened synapses
we're the walking, talking, thinking, breathing, fucking, product of our environment
searching out our next hit
we're highly trained specialists at selfishness
killer creating, combinations of actions & conversations
we're the end & begining
we're alpha and omega
human under ego, above all else
Whatever Works
I choose to make decisions and stick to them.
It isn't easy to do it...
Since people are there,
Wanting to apply a tight twist of a screw.
Marching to my own drummer,
Hasn't always been a tune I picked to hum.
But I've grown to become accustomed,
To get what I needed to be finished and done.
Those who whistle happily in bathrooms alone,
Only to be fearful when the sound of it is not condoned.
Make choices to suppress what inside them felt is best.
And I'm glad I don't have sense enough,
To invite my own distress.
If I feel like scratching my ass publicly...
There will be few left to guess,
Where the itching on me will be done to be set free.
I've learned to laugh and feel it deeply.
Not to suppress an urge to debate my needs.
Or care who believes I'm nothing more than a jerk.
Whatever works for me...
Works!
For me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A demons return
A demons return
~
I hear their scratching
At the metaphorical walls I’ve built
Their voices spitting into the air
Poisonous words to ignite
That flame of madness within me
Already strange to the world
Somewhat distant is said
That is not the half of it
That is not even close to understanding
The is a darker realisation
A more blood thirsty situation
A demon within a soul
The price of creation
Was the mind now long lost
The breaking of mortar
As the scratching grows louder
Barricade with what I ask
And none, none do answer
Alone I listen with fear
I hear their scratching
At the metaphorical walls I built
The demons are returning
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Hesitating Beauty
For your sparkling cocky smile I've walked a million miles
Begging you to come and wed me in the spring
Why do you my dear delay
What makes you laugh and turn away
You're a hesitating beauty, Nora Lee
Well I know that you are itching to get married, Nora Lee
And I know how I'm twitching for the same thing, Nora Lee
By the stars and clouds above we could spend our lives in love
You're a hesitating beauty, Nora Lee
We can build a house and home where the flowers come to bloom
Around our yard I'll nail a fence so high
That the boys with peeping eyes cannot see that angel face
My hesitating beauty Nora Lee
Well I know that you are itching to get married Nora Lee
And I know how I'm twitching for the same thing Nora Lee
By the stars and clouds above we can spend our lives in love
If you quit your hesitating, Nora Lee
We can ramble hand in hand across the grasses of our land
I'll kiss you for each leaf on every tree
We can bring our kids to play where the dry leaves blow today
If you quit your hesitating, Nora Lee
Well I know that you are itching to get married, Nora Lee
And I know how I'm twitching for the same thing, Nora Lee
By the stars and clouds above we could spend our lives in love
If you quit your hesitating, Nora Lee
song performed by by Wilco
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The Lark ON the Clerk
Blushingly blotches the mark
over the spot.
Itchingly wrestles the clerk,
scratching a lot.
What a lark
is it not
in the dark
in his cot?
But the mark
on the clerk
all remark
comforts not...
Cheerfully carols the lark
Over the cot.
Merrily whistles the clerk
scratching a blot.
But the lark
And the clerk
I remark,
Comfort me not!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Vision of Death
In a cold frost covered land
at the heights of creation
white sheets yellow gold
faded urine stains
a red marker an unfinished book of poems
a love letter signed forgiveness
ash spilt upon the carpet tar stains upon the lungs
death scratching his head under grey hood
at a post war park bench
playing chess with a graying old man
the old man scratching his beard
together locked in a stale mate
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Live and scratch -- when you're dead the itching will stop.
Smacked
Kept pocketed and it's deep,
Those feelings so hard to reach.
And then with no warning shown...
They're seen unbelievebly,
To rattle as if in battle...
To match!
And...
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.
Kept pocketed and it's deep,
Those feelings so hard to reach.
And then with no warning shown...
They're seen unbelievebly,
To rattle!
And...
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.
Finding...
No time to rhyme,
When...
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.
Finding...
No time to rhyme,
When...
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.
Kept pocketed and it's deep,
Those feelings so hard to reach.
And finding,
No time...
To rhyme,
When...
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am itching like hell to play America because I know that if I did the show over there, they would love it.
quote by Bonnie Tyler
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Halloween Quartet No 4 It’s Only Halloween
Outside my bedroom door,
I heard the scratching of its claws
wanting to get into my sanctuary.
Its growl was low and chilling
that my neck hairs stood on end
as it returned to scratching once more.
I lay there in my bed too fearful to move
wondering what hellish creature wanted to get in.
I watched the handle turn;
my heartbeat echoed in my ears,
fright stole my voice
as I lay there in my fears.
A slice of light cut the room into two.
I sank beneath the covers hoping not to be seen,
then a voice spirited around me
as someone pulled the sheet from my bed.
She stood there in ghostly white
and my wife screamed at me.
“Get up you big sissy it’s only Halloween.”
31 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Be not possessive
.
A paramour has no reservation
That his woman is in use of her spouse.
Why must I have itching about my love
Who loves someone simultaneously?
19.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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While they're building a solid foundation that will support whatever is coming down the road, Todd and I are itching to see further, to push the envelope.
Hay-Fever
My nose knows
how irritating itching grows
how weeping commences
to run like holed hose.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hot Hot Hot !!!
The first time i saw lightening strike
I saw it underground
Six deep feet below the street
The sky came crashing down
For a second that place was lost in space
Then everything went black
I left that basement burning
And i never went back
The second time i saw it strike
I saw it at sea
It lit up the fish like rain
And rained then down on me
For a second that boat was still afloat
Then everything went black
I left it underwater
And i never went back
Hey hey hey!!!
But i like it when that lightning comes
Hey hey hey!!!
Yes i like it alot
Hey hey hey!!!
Yes i'm jumping like a jumping jack
Dancing screaming itching squealing fevered
Feeling hot hot hot!!!
The third time i saw lightening strike
It hit me in bed
It threw me around
And left me for dead
For a second that room was on the moon
Then everything went black
I left that house on fire
And i never went back
Hey hey hey!!!
But i like it when that lightening comes
Hey hey hey!!!
Yes i like it alot
Hey hey hey!!!
Yes i'm jumping like a jumping jack
Dancing screaming itching squealing fevered
Feeling hot hot hot!!!
song performed by by Cure
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Weak In The Brief Days of February
Monday is not the Tuesday it once was!
When it was then January.
But then...
Neither were your shoes always the same size!
Will they remain unchanged,
As we close in on March to scratch the itching
Between our toes?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What do you say to your sister who poses in the nude? It's not like you are really itching to see photographs of your sister naked. I mean, it's just something that is not too exciting.
quote by Ron Reagan
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