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He that is bitten by a dog must apply some of its hair.
Sound Bites
Bitten and spit.
To get a morsel...
Not all of it.
And the folks getting it,
Eat it up!
Not a moment of it wasted,
On providing facts.
Not complete...
For a comprehension to receive it.
Sound bites bitten to scoop the news.
To dropp a little bit to confuse.
Just to extend the taste of what is chewed.
And that's what sound bites bitten done,
Do!
A buffet that's meager,
For a taste to choose.
With a tease that's given.
And a hope what's nibbled makes good news.
Just to extend the taste of what is chewed.
And that's what sound bites bitten done,
Do!
Not a moment of it wasted,
On providing facts.
Not complete...
For a comprehension to receive it.
Bitten and spit.
To get a morsel...
Not all of it.
And the folks getting it,
Eat it up!
And that's what sound bites bitten,
Done...
Do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Venomous
A two-faced man is more venomous
Than the snake with two fangs.
Bitten by a snake.
One can withdraw the venom.
Bitten by a man,
That's the end.
poem by Taslima Nasrin
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Want More Hair?
I'd love
I think
more hair
more hair
like a big
old grizzly bear
more hair makes
you manly
more hair
makes you tough
more hair feels
like carpet
more hair keeps
you rough
more hair
for pretty ladies
to rub their faces on
more hair for
guys to jealous of
and more locks that can
be flung
I think more hair would be awesome
but I wouldn't wanna overdo it
because too much hair would make
me like a little furry blanket
and I couldn't cover both of us
just you and that ain't fair
more hair!
poem by John W. McEwers
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Fly
Twice bitten, twice baked.
Twice led down the same mistake.
Try me on a saturday, try me, try me.
Fine fool for a holiday.
Slow sun in a spanish way
One heart for one week of may, why me? , why me?
Twice given to yesterday
Right for a foray with fate.
Fly me home to heavens gate, fly me, fly me, fly
Twice bitten, twice baked.
Twice led down the same mistake.
Try me on a saturday, try me, try me.
Try me, try me.
song performed by by Veruca Salt
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To Much Hair
There is thin hair,
heavy hair,
There is gray hair,
and red hair,
then there is no hair,
I will be hair
for you forever,
every hair you go,
I will go hair to.
(4-11-07)
Interlopers
Two tables along
From two Dutch lovers whispering
And a housemaid pushing a broom,
Three sparrows hoop round a menu.
A flea-bitten dog climbs onto a seat,
Not ordering,
Lolling abundantly.
This is not reciprocal.
I do not perch on sparrow's branch,
Or slouch in the brown dog's kennel.
Moreover,
Not content with
Patronising the eatery,
Even now
Three sparrows are hopping about this page,
The flea-bitten dog is lolling across this poem.
poem by Sheena Blackhall
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Cloud bitten
beautiful bells
they echoed through the hills
to announce the joy
of the living mind
beautiful they called my name
beautiful the depth of spring
quenched the thirst of my eyes
beautiful the gift of a spirit
never fading out
my words it breathed
beautiful the rains it moved
my thoughts it bathed
cloud bitten nothing hurt
cloud bitten I merely dropped
dropped the first of my smiles
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Bitten
Brazen glass moon like ice eyes
Fever in the chill of her gothic mask
Bitten by a creature of moonlight
Bitten and stung by her fire and touch
I am in the corridors of wet pain
Covens laugh in the theater of soul
Is this haven?
Is this shelter?
I walk where wind ghosts dance
Her high heels prance like panthers
Candles of cinnamon witches
Goddess of ancient fire
Her wolves are hungry pets
Released from cages deep within
Misty ravens of the labyrinth of sin
Some of us are afraid of castles
Some men are bound like caskets
She has taken the key from the dungeon
She tells me of kneeling
Now the moon rises over the castle
Red and black actors in chains
Dreams of her body of lace lust
Her spell cast in the moonlight mist
Wrestle with your will and her beauty
Bitten and turning into her night
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The Mess Of A Man
Meet a man,
A man named Harry,
He's in need of a shave,
And it's quite scary,
He's got hair on his chest,
Hair on his back,
Hair on his ass,
And hair in his crack,
He leaves hair on the soap,
Hair on the floor,
Hair every place,
Including the store,
Harry, dear Harry,
Do something, please,
Your hair retains odor,
And you reek of cheese!
Look at your cat,
What will you do?
Your cat's hairballs,
They're the hairs from you!
No hope, it seems,
For your hairiness,
It'll just regrow,
So live in your mess.
poem by Maddy Jones
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And Then The Truth Comes To You Like Your Father
the pain is not actually abrupt
in fact it comes like a puppy that you love most
waggling its tail and you lift it up with so much joy
only to be bitten by it and you realize its being rabid
and you only have lesser days to live
that is the truth that comes to you
like your father who loves you
embracing you and kissing you on your neck
and caressing your hair
and assuring you
that there is still a room up there
he need not say that you are dying and that you are finally joining them
all, he did not say heaven, he only says, about a place
where you are finally giving in
and there is no more coming back
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cuckoo
You stand like a rock, on top of the mountain
Run like a river, fall like a fountain
The grass still is growing, the wind still is blowing, about you
Reels like a strain, drinks like a scholar
Drown in this town, you can feel for one dollar
Since when were you bitten, where were you smitten
Cuckoo X4
Looks like a date, but seems like your brother
Seems like your father, your sister, your mother
Threw out in chains, wildhood and childhood, cuckoo
Drinks like a rogue, looks like no other
Looks like a dream, one you'll discover
Seems like its bitten, whence were you smitten, cuckoo
Cuckoo X4
Looks like a saint, drinks like a scholar
Dreams in this town you can buy for one dollar
Whence were you smitten, where were you bitten, cuckoo
Wrench like a chain(?), looks like no other
Your father, your mother, your sister, your brother
Have all since long gone, all since long gone
Cuckoo X4
Stand like a rock
You stand like a rock
Cuckoo, Cuckoo
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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The Difference
Peeps into north
Summer-fried south
To assuage but is cold-bitten
Peeps into south
Cold-bitten north
To assuage but is summer-fried
East meets west with an intent
The hemispheres, not the least
The clemency of the humans is biased
Says the sun
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Hair
Wide cheeks? Let the hair hide the ears.
Broad forehead? Let the hair spills in front.
Dwarf neck? Let the hair in knot be up.
Lanky figure? Let the hair falls on shoulders.
Hair being dense is an asset to woman
27.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hairbrush
how i wish my fingers were the bristles
or my breath were the wind when it whistles
thru your hair, thru your hair
i wish you'd hold me in your hands
and let me skate thru all the strands
of your hair, of your hair
i could style it anyway you like it
i could brush it straight or even spike it
au contraire! au contraire!
or i would wait patiently in my box
until next i would comb the locks
of your hair, of your hair
i would braid it tight, tousle, and tease!
or pull it back in a ponytail, if you please;
if you dare, if you dare
how often is it a man confesses
that he wish to run barefoot thru the tresses
of your hair, of your hair?
you may think me a little touch'd
but can i tell you just how much
i hate your hairbrush?
this obsession may be zealous
but can i tell you just how jealous
i am of your hairbrush? !
poem by Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler
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Aish is all graceful
Be in ultra modern jeans, with hair cropped,
Be in curves with a bikini, with hair cascading,
Be in swimming suit, with hair dripping,
Be in top and middy, with hair thrown back,
Be in velvet chudidhar, with hair hiding the cheeks,
Be in saree and blouse, with hair loosely knotted,
Be with chemise on breasts, with hair permed and ornamented,
Be on cotton saree, with hair made to bun,
Be in half saree and blouse, with hair tightly plaited,
Or be in any fashion that comes into being,
The actress Aish is blooming and beaming,
What not is the fashion or style for Aish, all the grace?
19.10.2000
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pink Fluffy Dinosaurs
Electro screens of light
And poppy-colored brights
Im floating on air
Pink fluffy dinosaurs
Tremendously hardcore
Im floating again
This fake fir place
Wont warm my soul nor face
But still Im floating
Again
Hypnosis releases brakes
Make you do things you usually fake
It makes you float
Again
Those bitten by the wild
Will live on
But those who used to bite
Have gone
Golden mirror on the wall
Will make our lives less dull
Well be floating through the day
All our moneys almost gone
But still we live the life we want
We are floating through the day
Those bitten by the wild
Will live on
But those who used to bite
Have gone
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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Many Times
I have been bitten many times by a snake and now,
I am very wise than a fool!
You've been bitten many times by a snake and now,
You are afraid of the earthworm;
But what you still don't know is,
Life is beautiful and love is peaceful.
Love will heal me from my sickness,
Love will wipe away my tears,
Love will heal me from my sadness,
Love will show me the way,
Love will bring me joy,
Love will teach me many things,
Love will bring me peace,
Love will unite me with others,
Love will bring me hope,
Love will let me fly up high,
Love will take care of my nakedness,
Love will feed me very well,
And love will put me into safety hands;
For your brother came in a deceit and,
Has taken your blessing away.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Better Bitter Than Bitten
Better bitter than bitten.
Or hung out to dry and smittened.
One can get over quickly a bitterness,
That hits...
When told by a mister or miss,
What is felt should be forbidden.
Since a committed spouse...
May be hiding out watching.
And not too far from the house,
If one decides cheating...
In a game of cat and mouse,
Is caught and found out.
Better bitter than bitten.
Or hung out to dry and smittened.
It is best to portray an innocent kitten.
Than to be struck by a louse...
In a rage and shouts in obscenities heard,
By neighbors outside one's house!
Peeking from windows but quietly listening,
Until cops are called to stop cuss filled mouths...
And domestic bouts!
As a peacefulness is returned,
To please a snitch who believes...
Sleep is needed and is more than deserved!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Erotic Hair
when my hair
gets long enough
after a month
uncut by
my gay barber
they become
so curly
like my pubic
hair
and women
and even gays
love all the curls
of my hair
erotic hair
and i am wearing it
as a crown
understand
i am coping up
with mid-crisis
and i like to
say
i got hair
and they are too curly
like my
(messy) sex life
listen, my life
begins at 69.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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