Never do that by proxy which you can do yourself.
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Proxy Up Your Posse
Proxy up your posse,
I could care less what you say.
You've got a lot of moxie,
To stand in my way.
You've come to dump your junk,
To excite me to get grumpy.
But those you have corrupted...
Will soon end your luck.
Proxy up your posse,
And others you may choose.
But when your proxy posse finds out...
You'll be the fool.
Too much have I been interrupted,
By your corrupted stuff.
And it's that stuff you always make up...
I've had it!
And enough.
Go get your proxy,
To interrupt me...
With your corrupted stuff made up.
And with this posse that you get..
They'll tire of your stuff.
Proxy up your posse,
With corrupted foolish stuff...
And,
With your moxie fluffed up puffed...
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.
Proxy up!
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.
Posse up!
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.
Moxie up!
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.
Go ahead and Interrupt me,
But...
You'll be the one punk'd up.
Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
To get me started.
You'll get dumped!
Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
Or hide behind lies.
Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
To get me started.
You'll get dumped!
Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
Or hide behind lies.
Take your corrupted stufff,
Leave...
And,
Don't again...
Bother.
Take your corrupted stuff,
Leave...
And,
Don't again...
Bother.
Proxy up your posse,
You've come fronting just to do me,
To leave!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proxy
Proxy has no work to do
At hospital
At graveyard
Proxy has no work to do
Before parents
Before God.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I do write about people who are complex and are striving with something and can't quite get past their own stuff, which would be a proxy for myself because that's what the deal is with me.
quote by Eric Bogosian
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Proxy
Kristina Klebe, Alexia Rasmussen, Joe Swanberg, Alexa Havins, Brittany Wagner, Kitsie Duncan, Jim Dougherty
from Proxy (2013)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Censorship
They’re cutting my lines
They’re capitalising my titles
They’re removing my symbols
They’re censuring my poems
I can’t log in
I can’t log out
I’m off the reading list
Due to proxy servey errors
Am I’m the one who’s supposed to be
What
Like paranoid?
Am I the one who’s not supposed to have
What
Like good intentions?
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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A Most Unusual Wedding
Because the bridegroom couldn’t be found
the bride was driven continually around.
Dickie and Melanie were marrying in style;
the first chimpanzees to walk down the aisle.
A reception at the classiest hotel Torbay,
followed by a honeymoon in Zimbabwe.
The best-man also named Dickie was with the groom,
but in a nearby hospital waiting room.
Earlier that morning there had been an accident,
which left the groom’s legs broken and bent.
The best-man phoned Melanie to let her know,
so off to the hospital she did quickly go.
With both legs now in traction and suffering with pain,
Dickie the groom did his best to explain.
He also suggested that the wedding should go ahead
and she should marry the best-man instead.
Abhorred by what her beloved fiancé had said,
she exclaimed, 'that chimp', she would never wed.
However, by the time he had finished to explain,
she accepted the proposal as simple and plain.
She went outside and put it to the best-man,
and he reluctantly agreed to the plan.
They returned to the church and spoke to the vicar,
who agreed to a proxy without a bicker.
The wedding and reception went without a hitch
but the trip to Zimbabwe had to be ditched.
At the reception, the bride explained the situation,
and thanked the best-man for his co-operation.
The proxy groom stood up and nervously said,
that he would’ve swopped the ceremony for a hospital bed,
and that one of the things in life that he was always dreading
was the thought of being a spare Dickie, at a monkeys wedding.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Proxy
It's all about you?
Shouldn't you be giving up on that notion?
Would you like anyone here,
To administer smelling salts?
Would you like a shot of Brandy?
Cold ice?
Fresh air?
I'm here now!
And I am not in need of a proxy any longer!
You need not tell me it's thrilling!
I need to strap my own self in...
The moment I awaken with the engine idling!
I've driven blindly around some curves.
In stormy weather!
I can't imagine you wet at all!
Well...
I'm here now!
I can do that pretense thing,
Far better than you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Wheels
The path disappears
under the foot.
Gently I lay down the book
and start reading the blank page.
Stainless thoughts.I strip to root.
A stunning revelation
about a tinned dialogue.
Blue hydrangeas
were telling something.
It was time to become insane
on the street.
The lust,
the sex
creeps into the sect. Religion was a proxy
to kill, to achieve a stop.
going nowhere.
poem by Satish Verma
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Crossing The Deaf
A siege had an agenda
for a suicide match.
Treat him with dignity.
A proxy face of a serial
adultery. The collateral damage
will not be undone.
The aggressor denies the scrutiny.
You will find some upheaved
boats in his hideout.
There cannot be any deniability
for a long legged journey
towards the hot coals.
The battle for the lost glory
has begun between two moons.
one in sky, other in uprising.
poem by Satish Verma
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War By Proxy
War by Proxy
France has a foreign legion
often deployed to the dirty work in Africa
USA too has a foreign legion...NATO,
deployed to do ditto in Africa.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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20 Minutes
It only lasted for 20 minutes and,
It was all over! !
But you have covered yourself with the muse of your love,
And like the red and the blue rags around you.
Red Jacket and black trousers,
Satisfied by the proxy of love;
And like the Russian Summer on the muse of your love,
But it lasted only for 20 minutes.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Age Doesn't Matter
One for you an done for me,
And like 'kenkey' and fried fish ('Kome ke shito'):
But inevitably as it may sound,
Who gets your vote by proxy?
Clues, blues and of your love on the run!
I am on an errand like the act of your indignation;
But age doesn't matter when it comes for love.
The bawdy, the vivid, the wind!
Of the violet story of a man's struggle against the odds;
But age doesn't matter when it comes for love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hate in proxy.
Love and hate are two poles
Between which mind travels.
To love is a pleasure.
To hate too is so.
Love is what you in take.
Hate is what you give out.
You cannot but love;
You cannot but hate.
Love one in person
And hate one in proxy,
An easy way to tackle
09.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Life’s Toast
Difficult it becomes, the secret of
the judgement and metamorphosis of
the painted cotton into a stained truth.
To save the present tense. A dangerous
crowd of vowels to express the incomplete
moment of watery teeth,
so hung, while misspeaking painfully
in dyslexic manneo. I would not
understand the hour-glass proxy.
An undersized leash to walk
with a giant: the magnitude of tragedy
overwhelms the path!
poem by Satish Verma
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Memory Walk
Wanted to visit old lanes
for a mocking bird.
A luminous proxy wanted to play a game.
Treachery flees from
the trees and settles
on the white wings of flying swans.
No logarithm will stop
to watch the invisible
numbers going for infinity.
Tomorrow I go back to my
school, to wear my fallen mask.
The world was very obtuse to watch a setting sun.
poem by Satish Verma
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I Dream Of Wires
I am the final silence
The last electrician alive
And they called me the sparkle
I was the best, I worked them all
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
We opened doors by thinking
We went to sleep by dialing o
We drove to work by proxy
I plugged my wife in, just for show
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
So I press c for comfort
I dream of wires, the old days
song performed by by Gary Numan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Trapped Light
A proxy life
I was fighting in the hourglass
to open the pathways of a grain
for a bloody birth of an idea.
Was time faithful to us
when we were drifting apart?
A prowling big cat had again attacked in dark
and broken the necks of lambs.
Now miracles are flying
and you want to get the solid gold
hidden in a borewell, the colour
of a sunset and a yellow wager.
Today I will forget the grief
of generations, dispossessed of death and myths.
You have not lifted the pugmarks
unburdening my truth.
poem by Satish Verma
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How Do You Think It Feels
How do you think it feels
When youre speeding and lonely, come here baby
How do you think it feels
When all you can say is if only
If only I had a little
If only I had some change, come here baby
If only, if only, if only
How do you think it feels
And when do you think it stops
How do you think it feels
When youve been up for five days, come down here mama
Hunting around always, ooohhh
cause youre afraid of sleeping
How do you think it feels
To feel like a wolf and foxy
How do you think it feels
To always make love by proxy, huh
How do you think it feels
And when do you think it stops
When do you think it stops
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Sonnet: Scattered are the War-clouds
Perhaps the war got called off, just for now;
But anyway, ’tis such a great relief;
And why to ponder or to wrinkle brow?
Of time, lives, property, war is a thief!
Who wants a war that turns out quite costly?
Who will invite economic disaster?
Who wants a full-scale nuclear war firstly?
Most modern wars are precise and faster.
But what to do if the foe never relents,
And keeps irking us by a proxy war;
Our army-men must live always in tents,
And watch the enemy moves from afar.
’Tis one man’s frenzy causing woe to all;
The world should see that such leaders should fall.
7-3-2002 by Dr John Celes
poem by John Celes
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Tirelessly
Blurring of words
takes place. Lead the light, O Sun;
non-path travelers are playing
an exotic game
in defiance and in delirium
of schizo-affective mind.
Fruits were fudging the flowers.
The parents. Walking alone,
watching the abasement of a
young pilgrim seeking the belief
of walls. The moon wears a death-cap.
It was the return of silky climax.
Do not move. Do not speak. Listen
to voice of stillness. World is becoming
proxy-keeper. The surrogates
were releasing the facts.
poem by Satish Verma
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