Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.
quote by William Congreve
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Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.
quote by Byron
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Draggin My Heels
(clarke / sylvester / hicks)
First at the gate post but the last one through
I hung around far too long for you
Left out the game left out the deal
Stupid of me to be draggin my heels
Oh oh oh draggin my heels
Oh oh oh draggin my heels, heels
Time waits for no one and I wasted my time
Got to the crossroads but took the wrong sign
Id go too far didnt know how shed feel
Stupid of me to be draggin my heels
Oh oh oh draggin my heels
Oh oh oh draggin my heels, heels
If I had the chance to go back again,
I wouldnt do the same
I learned by mistakes
Id be on my knees Id be there to please
Id be anything you want me to be
You want to be
Verse 1
Heels, heels
song performed by by Hollies
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Why Women Wear Heels?
Women wear heels, fashion dictate.
Women wear heels to imitate.
Women wear heels to feel great.
Women wear heels to look taller.
Women wear heels, feet look smaller.
Sky high heels to look sexy.
To walk on heels, one can't be lazy.
To walk on heels, a balancing act.
To walk on heels, risks the back.
Paganeri episode
Over thirty years, you had been in my brain,
With teenage image in tender plumage,
So romantic, so smart, and so receptive,
In talks, deeds and walks, to hold me captive
Till I saw you, from pain and sorrow,
To only find how withered you became
So dull, so sluggish and so over aged
In talks, looks, and walks to my dismay.
With remorse I wish I didn’t see you.
You would have stayed in me what you had been.
Unromantic mate, you had fallen to,
Like a parrot perking on a thorny plant.
I know your value; yet I missed you.
I could have kindled and preserved you.
No amount of regrets could absolve me
Of the cheat that I’d committed on you.
I repent and repent for my own shake.
A diamond had been burnt to a carbon.
01.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sins and pleasure
Pleasure of sins lures me to sin.
Sins of pleasure follow me in.
I sow sins to harvest pleasure
And sow pleasure to harvest sins.
Virtues might promise me pleasure
But it is sins that assure of it.
Sins are the food meant for senses.
Virtues are the food made of ego.
I do sins to derive pleasure
And then repent to cleanse my soul.
Virtues I stay with; sins I flirt with.
29.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Shoes Without Heels
This love of mine is packed with stepping stone
These shoes are made for walking in reverse
In the dead of night, you tiptoe out and leave me all alone
Putting on your satin slip-ons and your sultry french cologne.
Shes wearing shoes without heels.
Shes walking over the floor.
Shes walking all over me
Weirder therein, you know how it feels
When she walks right out of the door.
Well, I thought that I was bigger than this town
I thought Id spend a pace and go the distance
But she picked me out, she used me up, and then she put me down
Now Im driven til Im crying, or Im dreaming til I drown.
Shes wearing shoes without heels.
Shes walking over the floor.
Shes walking all over me
Weirder therein, you know how it feels
When she walks right out of the door.
While youre busy packing underwear and other worthless trinkets,
Spare a thought for worthless men who drag on women like theyre
Cigarettes, cause you watch him walk away from you
While he gets down and deals
Oh, hell watch you walk away without heels
Oh, you think that hes a fool to tolerate
All the liberty you cherish and you roughly take
But to watch your love turn slowly from indifference to hate
Would hurt him more than any heart that you might care to break.
Shes wearing shoes without heels.
Shes walking over the floor.
Shes walking all over you
But when shes finished, I know (? )
When she walks right back through the door.
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
quote by Lord Byron
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Manuscript: something submitted in haste and returned at leisure.
quote by Oliver Herford
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Eternal Grief
If grief should be complete
For one you once held dear,
Who turned a back and did you harm
And caused a numbing tear;
No more repent that grief today
Or shed that rock of fear
Than shake a spirit by the hand
Or welcome ghosts appear.
poem by Adeline Foster
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Seconds Of Pleasure
You say you dont desire me,
Shes only a hired hand,
Now you are tired of me.
Expensive care is meaningless,
Feeling nothing and caring less.
Cut off at the pass,
She knows where you were headed,
She wants double-time or a temporary wedding.
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure,
Though she? with forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure.
I thought I knew you too well,
Now I find the man is a mystery,
And the promises you made
Are really only ancient history.
Everyday goes by without a hitch,
You say the urge becomes an itch.
You say that Im no go for you, thats rich,
Or am I being bitchy?
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure,
Though she forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure.
And the hands on the clock move so precisley,
You say you only kissed her once or twice.
You didnt do it for love, you didnt even do it with stealth.
I cant help you now,
I cant help myself.
Commited to life and then commuted to the outskirts.
I was living for thirty minutes at a time
With a break in the middle for adverts.
You treat me like a piece of human furniture.
You say when? you sad soul,
If you can look all that you like,
But I wont let you touch and poke.
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure,
Though she ? forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure.
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Deceit is in haste, but honesty can wait a fair leisure.
I Saw a Little Boy Playing Without Toy
I saw a little boy
Playing without toy
He was merry and gay
In ecstasy, I can say
Undisturbed by worldly affairs
He assumed no airs
He played in dust
Almost lost in lust
Lust of playful pleasure
Enjoying time of leisure
Boy was very naughty
Feared not to get dirty
Enjoyed playing with sand
Taking sand in hand
Making and breaking
Structures of imagination
Throwing sand on his head and shoulders
Like a bravest of brave soldiers
He was playing in the sun
With unlimited fun
From here to there
There to here
Hither and thither
He skipped and jumped
With joy he popped
I saw him one day
But, he in my memory, stay
As a evergreen pleasure
And flashes when in leisure
poem by Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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The bacon of paradise for the married man that does not repent.