I do not think I should care to go on worshipping a Madonna even if she did wink. One cannot make much out of a wink. We want something more than that from the object of our adoration.
quote by Charles Spurgeon
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Wink For Me
Wink for me today
For I know I’m full of life
Wink when you work
I’ll be reminded of my work
Wink when entering the toilet
I’ll know others are half attached
Wink when you eat
I’ll buy my own lunch
Wink when kissing
I’ll miss my wife more
While driving still wink
I’ll work and buy my own
When you die please wink
I’ll prepare my suitcase for take off
Please wink for me
poem by Lawrence s. Makola
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The Wink
It might of been created by a liar or a thief
So people will be confused by a thought or a belief
And at that moment of time when you will stop and think
You will not realize you've been tricked, as there will be a wink,
You might think all is alright and that is acceptable
As you wont see what truly is perceptible,
And if you are with that friend and they offer you a drink
Be careful before you drink it, and watch out for that wink.
It might of been created when someone was looking for the truth
Or maybe they were curious, or maybe they were a sleuth
But when they are close to an answer you will notice their eye
Then you will see that wink, now you won't care about why,
You are happy and pleased as now you will walk away
But what was the truth, as not a word did they say,
When people tell you all is alright, but your life is at its brink
Be ever so careful, and watch out for that wink.
It might of been created by a spouse or a cheater
But we know it wasn't created by either Paul or Peter
When the truth is asked for, it is told without a blink
So we must be ever so weary of that devilish wink
In the history of time it as been used to trick and confuse
And also to confirm a lie, and also to amuse,
Remember the devil signs his contracts in blood and ink
So in life be ever so careful, and watch out for that wink.
poem by Randy McClave
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Blink, Blink
Im bored
Im going insane
Too much homework
So many chores
so much stress
Wink Wink
Blink Blink
I'm there
At my happy place
Whever I please
No cars
No streets
No Seas
nor boats
no planes
no skies
I'm there
Within seconds
Escape from life's glooms
Ease away my pains
Bliss bliss
Whenever I please
Todaloo
Hola
To my my happy place
Blink Blink
Wink Wink
poem by Bella Ravenstar
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She Has Tremendous Hands
Eyes and high cheekbones!
That's how I can tell they are all related!
This crotch theory you've got,
Makes absolutely no sense.
Since that would not apply to them all.
Some are short and a few are quite tall!
'The daughter,
She wears a size 13 shoe.'
And what is that suppose to mean?
What has that got to do with anything?
'She has tremendous hands! '
And...
What is that wink about?
'Well...
You didn't hear it from me,
But...
I know she can be a gorgeous woman.
But I'm told...
When she stands,
She can stand up to any man! '
And what's up with the wink?
I still don't get it!
'I don't think you will no time soon!
You are not her type.
Unless that also changes.'
There you go with that wink!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When the stars wink
When the stars wink, glittering above me,
it feels as if they do beacon to come nearer,
when I see them stretching to the horizon,
forming patterns or even drawing lines
in the dark ink,
the whole of heaven is covered,
far too awesome to comprehend
with the glory procreated by a almighty God;
when the stars wink.
Later even the bats stop their frolicking,
an owl flutters past when a mouse squeals
and then I do realize
how insignificant man is on this earthly place
while a star jumps for a moment,
when the stars wink.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Who Peeps On The Peeper?
Who peeps on the peeper?
God.
Who else keeps the peeper peeking,
But God.
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep...
As those who seek to take a peek.
Believing what is done they do,
Is out of sight.
And out of God's reach.
Thinking lessons learned...
God does not teach.
Who peeps on the peeper?
God.
Who else keeps the peeper peeking,
But God.
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep...
As those who seek to take a peek.
Believing what is done they do,
Is out of sight.
And out of God's reach.
Thinking lessons learned...
God does not teach.
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep?
God!
Who peeps on the peeper?
God!
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep?
God!
Who peeps on the peeper?
God!
Who peeps on the peeper?
God!
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep?
God!
Who peeps on the peeper?
God!
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep?
God!
Who peeps on the peeper?
God!
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep?
God!
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep?
God!
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep?
God!
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep?
God!
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep?
God!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Object
You know you turn me on
Eyes so white and legs so long
But don't try to talk to me
I won't listen to your lies
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
Sophisticated smile
You seduce in such fine style
But don't try to fool me
'cause i can see through your disguise
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
But i don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objection
To you touching me there
Object object
Object object
Object object
Object object
You know just what to do
Lick your lips
And i want you
But don't try to hold me
'cause i don't want any ties
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
But i don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objections
To you touching me there
You're just an object object
Object object
You're just an object
song performed by by Cure
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A Wink
Across the river there is thunder
A bridge of fears
Clocks of silk dreams ticking
Lovers that quit kissing
I know what you want
The church of Jesus is for the broken
I am there
I see you with your hymnal
I probably shouldn’t wink
But I do
I know you seen me
When we get to heaven
Will you wink back?
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Just asking
Man’s years are God’s wink
Man’s wisdom is God’s folly
Man’s masterpiece is God’s babble
Man’s mortal, God’s eternal
Well, no dispute about it, God’s eternal
But does God wink? Has God some follis too?
Does God babble? Just asking........are you angry?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Real G
Looks up how to be gangster on youtube
Pretends to like 2pac
Likes men
Wears 'timbys'
Watches zoey 101 and discusses it with girls in his school
Touches his self daily
Plays soccer
Likes chicken sandwiches from wendys with extra mayo (wink wink)
poem by Nolan Markham
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Madonna's Old Friend
Little Italian girl would grew up to be
an international singer
and movie star on the silver screen.
Yes, Madonna would become a top pop star
she would tour the world and go quite far.
One of Madonna's NYC dancing friends
is friends with me now she is also Italian.
She was dancing in clubs with Madonna when
Penthouse did Madonna's spread—
Debra is her name and she will defend
Madonna till the end.
Debra collaged lovingly Madonna's photos
since the start of her fame
She also helped do marketing for Madonna's
line Material Girl with care just the same.
Debra is a big fan of Madonna with links
to her videos—
she also sends out links to all of her shows.
Debra admires Madonna very much so
saying 'Madonna got to where she was because
she wouldn't take a no'.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on October 3,2012
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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Boris To The Rescue
Here we are on our way in our brand new bus
We’re all eager and excited, at least some of us
We’re on our way to Luton Town
We’ve stopped but we haven’t broken down(wink wink)
Looking for passengers on the hard shoulder
An hour later, we’re still looking far and yonder
Rescue will come, we don’t know how
I’d suggest we hitch up to that cow
We’ve got a man who’ll save the day
His name is Boris and he’s on his way
He sends a message “Fear not, harbour no mortal dread
You can survive thirty days before you are dead”.
We won’t be bowed, we’ll keep a stiff upper lip
After all, there’ll always be another trip.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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The Collective
Everyman is equal
wink wink
nudge nudge
some are more equal
than others.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Winken, Blinken, and Nod
When you ask
If I’m okay
I nod
It’s a universal
Do you want some popcorn?
Nod
Do you like her?
Nod
Wink, nod
Wink, blink, nod
At you
Winken, Blinken, and Nod
Set sail in a pea-green boat
And why can’t I?
Because they crashed and I will too
So I will write this song for you
And why do I?
Winken, Blinken, and Nod
Because my trust in you is gone
Winken, Blinken, and Nod
In a wink, in a blink, in a nod
Winken, Blinken, and Nod
Now my trust in you is gone
Winken, Blinken, and Nod
Now I forget everything
Winken, Blinken, and Nod
Set sail in just a pea-green boat.
So why can’t I?
How fast does time fly by
How fast does time fly by
and with a wink of the eye,
the world has changed.
The time of sweet solitude,
unlocked doors
and little cares are past.
How fast have every thing changed
from a world of promise,
to a world gone wild and mad.
Before I can wipe
the sleep from my eyes,
I find myself in another time and place.
Uneducated people
are running my country,
into the ground.
Kids have no respect
and run their own lives
and use drugs and steal,
live only for themselves
and the here and now
like a bunch of hooligans running amok.
There’s corruption and gangsters everywhere
and hijackers and house invaders
and the police do not really seem to care.
How fast does time fly by
and with a wink of the eye,
the world has changed.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The people at home don't care what your problems are. They just know that you're doing that show and you're supposed to do the best you can do. It's not a 9-5 type of job. I've considered myself very lucky to do that kind of work.
quote by Wink Martindale
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The High-Toned Old Christian Woman
Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
Take the moral law and make a nave of it
And from the nave build haunted heaven.Thus,
The conscience is converted into palms,
Like windy citherns hankering for hymns.
We agree in principle.That's clear.But take
The opposing law and make a peristyle,
And from the peristyle project a masque
Beyond the planets.Thus, our bawdiness,
Unpurged by epitaph, indulged at last,
Is equally converted into palms,
Squiggling like saxophones.And palm for palm,
Madame, we are where we began.Allow,
Therefore, that in the planetary scene
Your disaffected flagellants, well-stuffed,
Smacking their muzzy bellies in parade,
Proud of such novelties of the sublime,
Such tink and tank and tunk-a-tunk-tunk,
May, merely may, madame, whip from themselves
A jovial hullabaloo among the spheres.
This will make widows wince.But fictive things
Wink as they will.Wink most when widows wince.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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A High-Toned Old Christian Woman
Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
Take the moral law and make a nave of it
And from the nave build haunted heaven. Thus,
The conscience is converted into palms,
Like windy citherns hankering for hymns.
We agree in principle. That's clear. But take
The opposing law and make a peristyle,
And from the peristyle project a masque
Beyond the planets. Thus, our bawdiness,
Unpurged by epitaph, indulged at last,
Is equally converted into palms,
Squiggling like saxophones. And palm for palm,
Madame, we are where we began. Allow,
Therefore, that in the planetary scene
Your disaffected flagellants, well-stuffed,
Smacking their muzzy bellies in parade,
Proud of such novelties of the sublime,
Such tink and tank and tunk-a-tunk-tunk,
May, merely may, madame, whip from themselves
A jovial hullabaloo among the spheres.
This will make widows wince. But fictive things
Wink as they will. Wink most when widows wince.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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New Madonna
I see you out on the dancefloor shaking around
I see you out on an empty beach
I see you walking a one way street
It's the same as always
A star
Maybe you are
A star
Maybe you are
A new Madonna
In a way I can hear myself say
What is it worth
I say we meet on the last place on earth
It's insane
As always
Maybe you are
A star
Maybe you are
A new Madonna
Is this the only way
You make it like a new Madonna.
song performed by by Zeromancer
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You can make those promises with just as much passion the second time around. Such is the regenerative power of the human heart.
quote by Marion Wink
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