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A Stretch Too Far (Fun Poem 119)
You wake up in the morning,
give your legs a stretch,
and have a stretch too far
that leaves you getting out of bed
quicker than you got in
then dancing around the bedroom
doing some crazy Irish jig
with a cramp in your legs,
which only happens when
you have a stretch too far.
24 April 2011
poem by David Harris
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Leg
I know your legs are
On the legs of Baali the demon king
I know your legs are
On the head of Bharata your brother
I know your legs are on the
Head of Uddhaba your follower.
You have no leg I heard.
I Know you are present everywhere
Everytime and in everybody.
I do not know what a leg is.
I know the insect has six legs
I know the animal has four legs
I know the bird has two legs.
Your leg is my project paper
I do not know howmany legs you have
I do not know I a leg is.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Stretch your legs no farther than your coverlet.
Stretch your legs according to the length of your kilim.
Now I'm going to put my eyelashes on and stretch my legs out and do a show.
quote by Nana Visitor
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Stretch Out And Wait
On the high-rise estate
What's at the back of your mind ?
Oh, a three-day debate
On a high-rise estate
What's at the back of your mind ?
Two icy-cold hands conducting the way
It's the eskimo blood in my veins
Amid concrete and clay
And general decay
Nature must still find a way
So ignore all the codes of the day
Let your juvenile influences sway
This way and that way (this way)
This way and that way (this way)
God, how sex implores you
To let yourself lose yourself
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Oh ... let your puny body, lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say
As we lie, you say
Stretch out and ...
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Oh ... let your puny body lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say :
Will the world end in the night time ?
(i really don't know)
Or will the world end in the day time ?
(i really don't know)
And is there any point ever having children ?
Oh, i don't know
What i do know is we're here and it's now
So ... stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
There is no debate, no debate, no debate
How can you conciously contemplate
When there's no debate, no debate ?
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
song performed by by Smiths
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Stretch Out & Wait
On the high-rise estate
Whats at the back of your mind ?
Oh, a three-day debate
On a high-rise estate
Whats at the back of your mind ?
Two icy-cold hands conducting the way
Its the eskimo blood in my veins
Amid concrete and clay
And general decay
Nature must still find a way
So ignore all the codes of the day
Let your juvenile influences sway
This way and that way (this way)
This way and that way (this way)
God, how sex implores you
To let yourself lose yourself
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Oh ... let your puny body, lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say
As we lie, you say
Stretch out and ...
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Oh ... let your puny body lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say :
Will the world end in the night time ?
(I really dont know)
Or will the world end in the day time ?
(I really dont know)
And is there any point ever having children ?
Oh, I dont know
What I do know is were here and its now
So ... stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
There is no debate, no debate, no debate
How can you conciously contemplate
When theres no debate, no debate ?
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
song performed by by Smiths
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Poem from Transatlantic
Stretch sea
Stretch away sea and land
We are following thee
Thy lead is dangerous
And glorius
Stretch thyself and us
And make us live
To mount the ladder of horizons
Until we step upon the radiant plateau.
poem by Jean Toomer
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Hot Legs
(rod stewart)
Whos that knocking on my door
Its gotta be a quarter to four
Is it you again coming round for more
Well you can love me tonight if you want
But in the morning make sure youre gone
Im talkin to you
Hot legs, wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in school
I love you honey
Gotta most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you dont understand
Im a working man
Gonna need a shot of vitamin e
By the time youre finished with me
Im talking to you
Hot legs, youre an alley cat
Hot legs, you scratch my back
Hot legs, bring your mother too
I love you honey
Imagine how my daddy felt
In your jet black suspender belt
Seventeen years old
Hes touching sixty four
You got legs right up to your neck
Youre making me a physical wreck
Im talking to you
Hot legs, in your satin shoes
Hot legs, are you still in school
Hot legs, youre making me a fool
I love you honey
Hot legs, making your mark
Hot legs, keep my pencil sharp
Hot legs, keep your hands to yourself
I love you honey
Hot legs, youre wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, youre still in school
I love you honey
song performed by by Rod Stewart
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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From A Diving Board
you climb this certain height
towards the place
where the diving board is situated
you look down
and the pool looks like a square
the people watching you somehow
looking like ants looking at you
and then you stand still
look to the sky
and take a deep breath
you make the last pose
and then jump overboard
there is that feeling of falling
as you stretch your legs
and hold your hips with your hands
you tumble down in the circles
that you are making
and then you stretch your arms and hands
like you are a long pole
and touch the still water at last
you make the splash
and tell yourself in such a short event
this must be death
you plunge down
not touching the depth of the floor
you rise up again
and touch and rub your eyes
you see them and now you realize
this must be life
you tell yourself again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It's one of my favorite things to do, watch TV and stretch. I'm so flexible. I can put my legs behind my head. I want to be the most flexible person in the world.
Specific By Design
Lazy adults raised by irresponsible children,
Choosing to do what they please...
With the making of excuses encouraged as done,
Are not the ones to blame for their attitudes towards life.
Many do not accept transitions and think of them as painful.
Every example of a quality of life to value,
Has been degraded by those lazy who view mediocrity...
As too much of a struggle to achieve,
With an escaping from a hopelessness and self pity.
And the evidence of their influence is too obvious to avoid.
And they are left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
Left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
And the evidence that is knitted in,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.
Left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
And the evidence that is knitted in,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.
And they are left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
And the evidence that sits,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.
Or can anyone conscious excuse the limits of it!
And the purpose with intentions to confine...
Those of shallow and unused minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stretch Your Wings
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Look up to the sky,
And find a place to fly!
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Look me in my eyes!
And invite me,
With you to fly!
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Look me in my eyes!
And invite me,
With you to fly!
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Look up to the sky,
And find a place for you to fly!
Look me in my eyes!
And invite me,
With you to fly!
Together we can do...
So many fly bys!
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Me and you can do,
So much if we try!
You gotta...
Stretch those wings!
You can,
If you want to make it.
Me and you can do,
So much if we choose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Christiana My Lover
Cut your coat according your size,
And pop into my room like the Pop Art hanging around;
For you will then stretch your legs like the crown of love oh Christiana my lover!
And likie the windows of love in the land of peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Sounds From Symbols....
as i flex my muscles
and raise my hands and
stretch my legs
as you begin to dance
and hum a song
as we make each day
different from the rest of
the days of the world
so must our poems be
so must our lives be
we have decided
when we have typed the first word
upon those symbols
the syllables have given birth
to the much awaited
sound
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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