I think all old folk's homes should have striptease. If I ran one I'd have a striptease every week.
quote by Cynthia Payne
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Advertising is an environmental striptease for a world of abundance.
quote by Marshall McLuhan
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For as long as I care to remember, religion, like the striptease, has always been a display of the power of suggestion. Like the Virgin Birth, it has all too often supported an immaculate deception.
quote by Bernard Katz
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Love's thesis
O my jaan love me please
Don't play thief and police
Slowly start the striptease
Teach me now what love is
Baby don't take amiss
I am down on my knees
Don't waste a time like this
Give me sweet big fat kiss
Write with lips love's thesis
You too will feel the bliss
You have the expertise
Cure my love's heart disease
poem by Asif Andalib
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Monochromatricks For M'lady Tara
When winter comes the forest trees
all do a colourful striptease
Discarding their leaves one by one
until the very last is gone
but even so they’re beautiful
although not so colourful.
A tracery of black on white
silhouettes against the light
grey white of the wintery sky
But pleasing to an artists eye
I like the sheer simplicity
I can attempt successfully
to paint though I’m an amateur.
In monochrome as I prefer
.
19/10/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Circus
People amaze of their acrobats
and a joker rides a cycle on a wire horizontally.
Mimicry of Charlie.Chaplin
a baggy trouser harlequin.
Lion in a cage and the ferocious man opens the door.
Polar bear dances to the on going music.
A Chimpanzee walks like an African Diplomat,
Hand-in-hand with a beautiful girl..
A checker goes round for counterfoils.
Gradually lights dim for striptease
and the pickpockets jump the queue.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Give me love baby give me love
Give me love baby give me love
I am hungry for this sweet stuff
Only your love can change my life
I have been waiting for enough
Hurry hurry baby touch me now
Don't stand and stare at me like a cow
Please hold me tight baby kiss me please
Baby why don't you go for striptease?
Rock me heavy baby make me smile
Love me love me baby in your style
poem by Asif Andalib
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No Dancing
Oh I know that she
Has mad a fool of him,
Like girls have done so many nights before,
Time and time again.
Life is so strange.
I dont know why,
But somebody,
Somebody has to cry.
Theres gonna be no dancing when they get home.
No dancing,
Theres gonna be no dancing,
Theres gonna be no dancing on my own.
Now hes telling her
Every little thing hes done;
Once he glanced at the jackets of some paperbacks.
Now hes read every one.
Hes such a drag.
Hes not insane.
Its just that everybody
Has to feel his pain.
Theres gonna be no dancing when they get home.
Hes getting down on his knees.
He finds that her brothers not so easy to please,
After all, his nights were just a paper striptease.
Shes caught it like some disease.
If he says no dancing,
Theres gonna be no dancing on my own.
She cant even speak to him.
He cant face her now.
He says even though I wanna shake your hand,
All I ever do is bow.
So know you see
How can it be?
Why cant you give me anythin but sympathy?
Theres gonna be no dancing when they get home.
No dancing,
Theres gonna be no dancing,
Theres gonna be no dancing on my own.
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Glamourous world..
I am living in a glamorous world,
Where the instincts are spread,
The touch of the feet on the earth,
Sliding, gliding, soft, hot and smooth,
The touch of the skin to the air,
Titillating, inspiring and refreshing,
The scent that each and everything emit,
Enterprising, elevating and pleasant,
The striptease during stagnant autumn,
The blooms and foliage of the spring,
Singing companions with wings,
Royal assistance from the canine kings,
The clamorous place is still glamorous,
Where I can find the food to my nerves,
Supplements to my ambitious thoughts,
Antidote to my ferociously venomous views,
If not for the engaging punctual sunshine,
Glamor of the world infested with hallucinogens,
as the human who find the happiness in dungeons.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Return
oh I really love it here!
oh you've thought of it all!
candlelight! coconut ice! and fun on the floor!
and I reeely love the way you wear your hair
and nothing more
so tell me...
what is going on?
i was sure I'd already gone...
but all you say is we're all spinning
it's really not just me
but that doesn't seem to help me figure out how I
a prisoner in pvc a minute afther three...
it didn't used to be like this
must be all that sleep I missed
yeah but I really love it here!
you've done everything to please!
stolychnaya! banco de gaia! bad timing on tv!
and I reeely love the way you turn
your smile into striptease...
but I'm still not sure what's going on
and I can't help feeling something's wrong
but you just say that we're all spinning
and it's really not just me
but that doesn't seem to help me figure out how I
still wrapped inside your rubber as I wriggle at y
no it didn't used to be like this
must be something strange I kissed...
maybe when my eyes were closed?
so tell me what is going on?
i'm sure that I've already gone...
but all you say is we're all spinning
and it's really not just me
but that doesn't seem to help me figure out how I
still fixed inside your fantasy
a tv refugee...
so tell me what is going on?
just can't help feeling something's wrong...
or is it right this way I feel?
someone get me out of here!!!
i'm waiting on my knees...
song performed by by Cure
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Illiteracy
some homes breed love
some homes breed hatred
some homes breed moderation
some homes breed extremes
some homes breed worldliness
some homes breed racism
some homes breed kindness
somehomes breed religious bigotry
throw in illiteracy and any country would be bloom to bits
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Totally Random Phrases (that sound kinda naughty but aren't)
An ocean of devotion,
A tizzy of dizzy
A potion of lotion
In a sea of ecstasy
A Chasm of orgasm
A surfeit of stimulation
A quiver of shivers
An ovation of titillation
A night of delight
A clutch of a touch
A wonderful sight
A touch too much
A piece of striptease
An asp full of hiss
A squeeze of knees
An abyss of bliss,
A feeling of reeling
A measure of treasure
A pealing of feeling
A treasure of pleasure
A collection of affection
A crest of a breast
A perfection of direction
A quest of the best
a rain of pain
A ringlet of regrets
A refrain in the brain
A collage of coquettes
A bind in the mind
A clasp of a grasp
A slip of a lip
A growl of a gasp
A pleasing of teasing
An illusion of alarm
A cart load of heart
A strong arm of charm
poem by David Whalen
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Last Week
Oh, the new-chum went to the backblock run,
But he should have gone there last week.
He tramped ten miles with a loaded gun,
But of turkey of duck saw never a one,
For he should have been there last week,
They said,
There were flocks of 'em there last week.
He wended his way to a waterfall,
And he should have gone there last week.
He carried a camera, legs and all,
But the day was hot and the stream was small,
For he should have gone there last week,
They said,
They drowned a man there last week.
He went for a drive, and he made a start,
Which should have been made last week,
For the old horse died of a broken heart;
So he footed it home and he dragged the cart --
But the horse was all right last week,
They said,
He trotted a match last week.
So he asked all the bushies who came from afar
To visit the town last week
If the'd dine with him, and they said "Hurrah!"
But there wasn't a drop in the whisky jar --
You should have been here last week,
He said,
I drank it all up last week!
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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End Of The Week
I get out of work
And then I throw away all of my cares
I get out of work
And then I wash the week out my hair
Monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday
Its hard as could be
But by old friday evening
Were free, were free, were free
End of the week
The weekend started
Been working so hard to play
End of the week
Its time to party
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Youre tasting freedom
No one to push you around
End of the week
And life has a reason
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Street are alive
You know everybodys going somewhere
You put on the slide
You gotta beat the crowd just everywhere
And all the music all the dancing
Get you so high
And all that sweet romancing
Oh my, oh my, oh my
End of the week
The weekend started
Working so hard to play
End of the week
Its time to party
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Feels good now
Feels good now
End of the week
End of the week
Its real good now
Real good now
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Week In Week Out
IIs there something more?
Surely there must be
You can't lose everything
So you're quite happy
To live with nothing more
Than a life-long shopping list
You tick off on credit
Well you'll pay for it
Week in and week out
Your lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
Where are you going to turn?
When all ambition fails?
Why try any more
If human nature's stale?
Invite the hand of God
To touch the lucky few
There's no such thing as God
Nor easy money too?
Week in and week out
These lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
Week in and week out
Your lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
song performed by by Ordinary Boys
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Subconscious
Over there
In parallel time,
This brain -
Neuronal palimpsest
In striptease
Blood-red dawn to dying dusk;
The husk of bone
Stays the swelling
Of the soul
Within its hellish crypt -
Ironically dimensionless:
Dark deep,
An independent entity
Perambulates
Along the promenade,
Boulevard,
Tacky yard of tacky lives
In non-existence,
A shard of me in tow,
Then scurries back to
Promiscuity -
She drools, anticipating -
Poised legs of cogitation
Tingle, brim, desperate -
The imminence of dreams
Palpates.
Such a well-warn bed,
Where fucks with notion, thought,
Imagination,
Spark an orgy
While the conscious blacks in head
And eyes;
Mulling making sense
Beyond the lies against
Reality - whatever that might be -
(But matters not
In abstract dreams) :
Forebrain greys in waking;
I've not a word to tell it! -
Where's the poet?
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
A Drifting Trail of Dreams
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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First Week/last Week... Carefree
Can we run that again
Is that a womans voice I hear?
I said, lets wait and see. Ill see for myself
Thats a phrase I repeat
To myself
Made a reference to me and
Thats myself too
What progress I have made the first week
First week
First week
First week
Every sentence I use
Refer to women and their names
I heard the voice first last week
I heard it myself
Made a reference to me
Thats myself
This reports incomplete
I see for myself
Every appointment has been moved to last week
Last week
Last week
Last week
Oh...
Ah...
Oh...
I heard the voice first last week
I heard it myself
Made a reference to me
And thats myself
This reports incomplete
I see for myself
Every appointment has been been moved to last week
Last week
Last week
Last week
Oh...
Ah...
Oh...
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Virginia is no Place for Virgins
At William and Mary College will have a seminar,
Which will feature sex workers both near and afar,
It is a sort of ‘job career’ type of function I guess,
it’s not for prudish snobs,
The Sex Workers' Art Show will return to Virginia's College of William and Mary for the fourth straight year. Monday night's show features strippers, hookers and other sex workers performing and talking about their jobs.
There will be a pubic forum -check that, - a public forum
They will talk about real things, each one isn’t a fool,
For example, Jo Weldon shared her story of how a stripper job helped pay her way through college and graduate school.
A woman named Dirty Martini, who weighed more than 200 pounds, did a striptease in a G-string and pasties, while a woman named Cono Snatch Zubobinskaya gave an anti-war performance that included a dildo shaped like a gun, the newspaper said.
I wonder they will have stats that include people in the sex industry, who land up dead.
It will not hosted in a dorm,
Some people have complained a college is no place for sex workers to perform.
Most of it, I take it, will be for free,
As Yakov Smirnoff stated “What a country! ”
This will never happen at Texas A & M.
(3-23-09)
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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Hide Away Folk Family
Hide away folk family
Or else someones gonna get ya (someones gonna get ya)
Someones gonna get ya
Hide away folk family
Better hide away
Better hide away
Tippy-toe to the front door, mother,
cause theres a guy with a long, long fuse
And the one thing you cant hide is all the fear you feel inside
As the fuse is spelling out these words
Hide away folk family
Or else someones gonna get ya (someones gonna get ya)
Someones gonna get ya
Hide away folk family
Better hide away
Better hide away
Tippy-toe to the flat-bed, father,
Because theyre pouring out our gasoline
And sadly the cross-eyed bears been put to sleep behind the stairs
And his shoes are laced with irony
Hide away folk family
Or else someones gonna get ya (someones gonna get ya)
Someones gonna get ya
Hide away folk family
Better hide away
Better hide away
Hello. this is leslie down with the daily home astrology report.
Taurus: contemplate domestic turmoil.
Aquarius: abandon hope for future plans.
Hide away folk family
Or else someones gonna get ya (someones gonna get ya)
Someones gonna get ya
Hide away folk family
Better hide away
Better hide away (hide away)
Hide away (folk family) folk family (or else someones gonna get ya)
Someones gonna get ya
Hide away
Hide away
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Tell Me How U Wanna B Done
(ooh) {x4}
Tell me how u want 2 be done
Chorus:
Baby, how u wanna, how u wanna be done?
Just say the word and we can start from number 1
And go the distance, baby, until u tell me 2 stop
Id lose myself inside u till u get all I got
Talk 2 me, baby (ooh), tell me how u wanna be done
(how u wanna be done? )
Shall I go in a circle like the merry-go-round
That u and your girlfriends used 2 ride all up and down?
Talk 2 me, baby, tell me how u want 2 be done (how u wanna be
Done? )
Shall I write the alphabet? (a b c d e f g)
Or shall I just write my name?
U tell me, ure the ruler in this telephone game
I could be a slave when it comes down 2 u (slave)
Ill do any and everything u want me 2 do
U know why? (why? )
Cuz I want u 2 have fun
So how u wanna be done?
(yeah, baby, yeah!) (how u wanna be done? )
Baby, how u wanna, how u wanna be done?
Just say the word and we could start from number 1
And go the distance, baby, till u tell me 2 stop
Id lose myself inside u till u get all I got
Talk 2 me, baby (yeah), tell me how u wanna be done
(yeah, yeah)
I want u 2 imagine ure making angels, angels in the snow
And kiss a hundred revolutions nice and slow
Then I see u on the beat do a def striptease
No, no, leave the chanel around your neck - please, baby, please
Now do something Ive never seen before (how u wanna be
Done? )
Crawl over 2 me on your stomach - more, baby, more
Now pull me down on top of u and grind really fast
(tell me how u wanna be done)
Take both hands with all your might and squeeze my... yeah!
Roll me over until ure back on top
Then I want u 2 kiss me until I make u stop
Thats how, thats how I wanna be done (tell me how u wanna be
Done)
(how u wanna be done? )
Chorus
Baby, baby
Baby, how u wanna, how u wanna be done?
Just say the word and we can start from number 1
And go the distance, baby, till u tell me 2 stop
song performed by by Prince
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