Women prefer to talk in twos, while men prefer to talk in threes.
quote by Gilbert K. Chesterton
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Possibilities
I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love's concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms' fairy tales to the newspapers' front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven't mentioned here
to many things I've also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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I Have Always Liked Your Silence
as you sit beside me
i have always liked your silence
running deep inside
my veins
like good blood.
i hate the way i always talk
but i could not stop
lest we both be silent
and sounding nothing
but dead
i am coping up with
what lack you have
and i envy you
for that
you are determined
in this silence
i am hesitant and prefer
my persistent noise
at least for the meantime
that we are waiting
for nothing to come
i like your
silence but i guess
you have nothing to say
and too
prefer
my talk, my restlessness
my world
where you cling
in the middle of your
sorrow.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Choices
i prefer smooth peanut butter
to crunchy
mind you
crunchy is all right
but i prefer smooth.
i prefer strawberry jam
to raspberry
mind you
raspberry is tasty
but it's got all those seeds
and i prefer strawberry.
i prefer mustard
to mayonaisse
mind you mayonaisse has it's place
amongst condiments
but is likely to go bad
if left out to long
and poison everyone
so on the whole i prefer mustard.
i prefer cooked meat
to raw meat
for much the same reason
as i prefer mustard to mayonaisse
although it also has to do
with the fact that i don't
like my meat to bleat
or moo or make chicken noises (BAGOCK!)
when i eat
so i tend to avoid the raw
though mind you
the meat that i prefer
may at some time have been raw.
i prefer not to say
why i think so
but i do
and i suppose it's all
just a matter of taste
so if you'd prefer to think so
then crunchy is better
than smooth
even if it does interfere
with the texture of the
peanut butter
and jelly (strawberry) sandwich
which ought to be somewhat
devoid of substance
merely a sticky sweet something
to fill your stomach
put mayonaisse on it
if you like
i'd prefer not to think about it.
poem by Laura Sewell
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Prefer
Some women prefer the ape in men,
Makes them feel womanly, loved and well banged.
Some women prefer the softness of men,
Makes them feel more appreciated... after dinner.
Some women prefer the understanding of men,
makes them feel able top express whatever and whenever.
But a self-made woman just wants a man... for the frying pan...
The season's she will add as she Cook! em.
Ape, softness and understanding... are ways of behavior... and if any one of the three wants to gas...
Up here, all monkey business stops at the pump.
Plastic is not accepted.
(The management)
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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No Memo From You Did I Receive
What would 'you' prefer?
That I pretend I am not a writer,
With an interest that is expressed.
Or would you prefer I stay within boundaries,
Your mind has restricted to your limitedness?
Or would you prefer,
I reflect more of what you suspect I should be?
And would your suspicions have their development,
Centered from your perceptions?
Either way,
No memo from you did I receive.
And I admit,
Guessing is not what I do best.
And the only tests I 'prefer' to pass,
Are my own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Twos and Threes
Relationships live or die
from the Threes and Twos;
You and I
may love our best;
your needs
my needs
may meld or clash;
but as long as we're
the Twos
we will fail;
and the relationship
will delve down the deeps.
Yours vs. Mine
Right vs. Wrong
Your Family,
My Family,
Your View
My View,
Your Needs,
My Needs:
stuck in the Twos.
The Three is You and I
and understanding that
there is another person
in the relationship;
The US.
Then we see
that sometimes we have to
value US
more than
than You and Me.
What shall prevail:
the irritation over
the tooth paste tube,
the unmade bed
the chores or we Three?
Is Happiness
the sacrifice
for Three
we learn to make?
Yes it is.
The Three
you me and the kids
Us and our family
not versus,
but additions to
the love
we want to add to our lives.
The Three comprehends
that all belong in this tapestry.
No outsiders here.
No insiders either.
Nations too,
practice Two:
Us vs. Them
Good vs Bad
Foreigners vs Us
God with Us and
not with Them.
Civilizations thrive or die
by the Threes and Twos.
So do We.
So practice
Three
not Two;
You might
be
happier.
But then again
that is just my view.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Some Women Like Their Men
Some women like their men gentle and some like them rough
And some like them clever and some like them tough
When it comes to the male kind few women agree
We all look at things one might say differently
Some women the macho type of a bloke do prefer
The refined type of fellow is not one for her
And good looks and youthfulness to some little to amount
The one with heaps of money to them only count,
Some women than others are harder to please
And some go for a man with the Uni Degrees
And some women do prefer muscles to brain
How chemistry works in people is beyond me to explain
When it comes to men few women agree
We all look at things one might say differently.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Talk To Me
When I see you, girl you turn my head, you make me dizzy
I get a good vibration
When I look into your big blue eyes, I start to quiver and shake
I get a strange sensation
When you walk by me you strut around, you make me crazy, I get no relaxation
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation, talk to me
People tell me that you run around and that youre no good
You got a bad reputation
I dont care what all the people say, you know they talk too much
Its a fascination
All I wanna do is talk to you and maybe go out, and form some kind of relation
So talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me - why dont you
Talk to me - cmon and talk to me
I just wanna talk to you
Girl I wish you knew the way I felt, you think Im silly, that its infatuation
So we better get together soon, because I need you girl
I cant stand the frustration, so
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me - why dont you
Talk to me - cmon and talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me - I just wanna talk to you
(repeats out)
song performed by by Kiss
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Elephant Talk
Talk, its only talk
Arguments, agreements, advice, answers,
Articulate announcements
Its only talk
Talk, its only talk
Babble, burble, banter, bicker bicker bicker
Brouhaha, boulderdash, ballyhoo
Its only talk
Back talk
Talk talk talk, its only talk
Comments, cliches, commentary, controversy
Chatter, chit-chat, chit-chat, chit-chat,
Conversation, contradiction, criticism
Its only talk
Cheap talk
Talk, talk, its only talk
Debates, discussions
These are words with a d this time
Dialogue, dualogue, diatribe,
Dissention, declamation
Double talk, double talk
Talk, talk, its all talk
Too much talk
Small talk
Talk that trash
Expressions, editorials, expugnations, exclamations, enfadulations
Its all talk
Elephant talk, elephant talk, elephant talk
song performed by by King Crimson
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Hard criminals
Beggars don’t prefer to be thieves.
Thieves don’t prefer to be robbers.
They all don’t have eye for women.
The rapists are hard criminals.
30.04.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Inniskeen Road: July Evening
The bicycles go by in twos and threes -
There's a dance in Billy Brennan's barn to-night,
And there's the half-talk code of mysteries
And the wink-and-elbow language of delight.
Half-past eight and there is not a spot
Upon a mile of road, no shadow thrown
That might turn out a man or woman, not
A footfall tapping secrecies of stone.
I have what every poet hates in spite
Of all the solemn talk of contemplation.
Oh, Alexander Selkirk knew the plight
Of being king and government and nation.
A road, a mile of kingdom, I am king
Of banks and stones and every blooming thing.
poem by Patrick Kavanagh
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Drivin With Your Eyes Closed
I met a frenchman in a field last night
He was out there with an easel,
Painting carnival light
He said, I used to paint the princess;
I used to paint the frogs
Now I paint mustaches on dangerous dogs
He said, sometimes its a country;
Sometimes its a girl
You, everybody got to have a purpose
In this world
You yankees are so silly about matters of
The heart
Dont you know that women are the only
Works of art
Youre drivin with your eyes closed
Youre drivin with your eyes closed
Youre drivin with your eyes closed
Youre gonna hit somethin
But thats the way it goes
Some guys were born to rimbaud
Some guys breathe baudelaire
Some guys just got to go and put
Their rockets everywhere
You can breed em by the thousands;
You can trick and you can train
Just look at all those poor dogs that are
Dragged down bu the seine
How many arrows must I shoot into the
Blue?
Ah, you little maniac, Im crazy over you
Before the dearth of lovers and
The punishment of pride
Lets go scrape out on the terrazzo
Its just to hot outside
Youre drivin with your eyes closed
Youre drivin with your eyes closed
Youre drivin with your eyes closed
Youre gonna hit somethin
But thats the way it goes
Talk talk, talk and talk
Talk talk, sweet talk
Talk talk, tough talk
Talk talk, dirty talk
Talk talk, walk and talk
Talk talk, big talk
Kiss kiss, kiss
Talk talk, talk and talk
Talk talk, smooth talk
Talk talk, body talk
Talk talk, back talk
Talk talk, small talk
Talk talk, baby talk
Talk talk, peace talk
Talk talk, bullshit
song performed by by Don Henley
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What Women Want in Men
Some women want their spouses
to be real hardcore and a bully
some to be soft and fair bosses
others compassionate and silly
while others want them flawless
just to be loyal, caring and cool
others prefer them to be ruthless
heartless hunk, brute and a fool
Some women don’t like to be pampered
but get their orgasm by being hammered
some prefer buttocks spanked till it bleeds
another chained, dragged until she pleads
some women want lives free of man’s control
some do prefer enslavement to routine patrol
don’t jump to hasty conclusions about women
some proffer kind husbands joy and good omen
treat women with respect, and loving tenderness
they are the harmony to turn man’s lyrics to songs
sow love, compassion, attention and faithfulness
to reap all the virtues at where your heart belongs
let the beauty in her ugliness intoxicate your mind
and her inadequacies humour and fuel your passion
let her folly and weaknesses make you to be kind
for she overlooks all your failings in the same fashion
poem by Dela Bobobee
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Dont Talk To Me!
dont talk to me about Jesus,
when you wouldnt sit down
and eat with Him...
dont talk to me about patriotism,
the only flag i allow
is the one that burns.
dont talk to me about freedom,
bought with the blood
of Native Americans...
Asians, Africans, Middle Eastern peoples,
and renegade fugitive Irishmen.
dont talk to me about equality,
when you treat your women as possessions.
dont talk to me about morality,
dont even go there!
dont talk to me about sexuality,
when you hide in darkened rooms,
doing things in secret
that dont rhyme your Sunday prayers.
dont talk to me about truth,
and try to sell me the lie!
dont talk to me about fear,
and then try to use it against me.
just... dont talk to me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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We tend to prefer candidates that don't talk about us one way in Scranton and another way in San Francisco.
quote by Sarah Palin
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One Woman Lover
Talk about my ps and qs and ladies I know
I never cared for parties with a ten woman show
Im a one woman lover Im a gentleman
I dont need no other cause its that I am
Darlin my dear Im a whole man for you
Well laugh about my teas for twos and ladies Ive kissed
Ive never charished harems dont make love to no list
Im a one woman lover Im a regular ham
I dont need no other cause its that I am
Darlin madame I was born berserk for you
Talk about my birds and bees and babies Ive known
Ive never cared for frees for threes lets do it alone
Im a one woman lover Im a gentleman
I dont need no other cause its that I am
Darlin my dear let us reant one night for two
Ooooo yea.
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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I Prefer The Moonlight
I prefer the moonlight
When temptin eyes cross the room
Said to me Id love to be with you
Im not tempted for a moment
I just think about my woman
My baby calls me on the phone
Telling me I need to hurry home
Well the hurryin is easy
cause shes waiting up
With all the love Im needin
I prefer the moonlight, and a blanket
And the one right little lady by my side
Thats what I like
I prefer a late drive down the turnpike
With the moonlight shinin so bright
Got her by my side
Thats what Id like
When its magic moment time,
I prefer the moonlight
The river plays a quiet song
She and I lay down and play along
Shes her mothers lovely daughter
Moonlight dances on the water
The moon is full and so am i
I look at her and feel like I could cry
But my tears contain no sorrow
cause I know shell wake up by my side tomorrow
I prefer...
Mornin noon and night,
When the feelin comes around
Somewhere in some sky
That ol moon is surely shinin bright
I prefer...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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A Woman´s World
It is a woman´s world
The new sex symbols are men they want to look like
muscular heroes seen on TV and on films.
They train several times a day to get a perfect body
other men have, thinking they must to attract women,
but all they attract are other men who fall into
the same trap what a beautiful body is the beginning
and a goal by itself. Why is it that men have been
reduced to think of their body must be perfect when
it by itself has little value? In a world where women
are equal; men subconsciously think they have in order
to attract women must look nice and attractive.
But women are not stupid they may adore a beautiful
Body, but they prefer, after having a fling with a body
builder, marry a man with prospects who can give
them security and economic stability. Women are not
romantic, they pretend to be, but prefer to marry
a man who can look after their children regardless if
the man are the real fathers or not, because a man
will accept a foundling in the name of love.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Lets Talk It Over
(kenneth gamble / leon huff)
(talk it over)
(talk it over)
You seem to think that everything is more important than me, baby
As if to think my world would be lonely without you on the scene
Oh, its about time I moved up the ladder
Got to be number one or nothin at all
Lets sit down, talk it over
Take that finger from your face
Look at me for goodness sake
Talk it over, hey, talk about it
I do everything I can to make life easy for you, baby
But you take me for granted
What is our love, our love comin to? , oh
Its about time for us to have a talk
And maybe Im not satisfyin you boy
You gotta tell me cause this aint right
Why aint you oh-be holding me tight?
Lets sit down, talk it over
Take that finger from your face
Look at me for goodness sake
Talk it over, talk about it, baby
I said lets talk about it, baby
Ooh, talk about it, baby
Lets talk it over, yeah
Hey, talk it over
Hey, baby come on over here
Talk it over with me, baby, yeah
Hey, talk it over, baby
Talk, talk, talk, talk it over
Talk, talk, talk it over with me
Hey, talk it over
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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I Wanna Talk About Me !
Uh huh, thats right
We talk about your work, how your boss is a jerk,
We talk about your church and your head when it hurts.
We talk about the troubles youve been havin wit your brother
bout your daddy and your mother and your crazy ex-lover.
We talk about your friends and the places that youve been,
We talk about your skin and the dimples on your chin.
The polish on your toes and the run in your hose,
And God knows were gonna talk about your clothes.
You know talkin about you makes me smile, but every once in a while,
I wanna talk about me, I wanna talk about i
Wanna talk about number 1 oh my, me, my,
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see.
I like talkin about you, you, you, you usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about me! (me, me, me,) I wanna talk about me-e-e. (me, me, me)
We talk about your dreams and we talk about your schemes,
Your high school team and your moisturizer cream.
We talk about your nana up in muntzi, indiana,
We talk about your grandma down in alabama.
We talk about your guys of every shape and size,
The ones that you despize and the ones you idolize.
We talk about your heart, bout your brains and your smarts,
And your medical charts and when you start.
You know talkin about you makes me grin, but every now and then,
I wanna talk about me, I wanna talk about i,
Wanna talk about number 1 oh my, me, my.
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see.
I like talkin about you, you, you, you usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about me! (me, me, me,) I wanna talk about me-e-e (me, me, me)
(I wanna talk about me) mmmm me, me, me, me, me
(I wanna talk about me) mmmm me, me, me, me, me
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you,
I wanna talk about me!
I wanna talk about me, I wanna talk about i,
Wanna talk about number 1 oh my, me, my.
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see,
Oh I like talkin about you, you, you, you usually, but occasionally,
I wanna talk about me! (me, me, me) I wanna talk about me-e-e
I wanna talk about me! (me, me, me) no me-e-e! (me, me, me)
song performed by by Toby Keith
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