I love you is the inscription on Pandora's box.
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Pandoras Box
When Im in heat
Someone gets a notion
I jump to my feet
I hoof it to the ocean
We hit a beach
Where no one gives a hoot
Nobody never ever wears a suit
The ladies there
They look so proud
Thats cause they know
That theyve been so well endowed
Now, I aint much
For fannies conversation
Or care to much
About her operation
But every time pandora comes my way
I get high
Cant explain the sensation
To get it on
I gotta watch what I say
Or Ill catch hell
From the womens liberation
(chorus)
Sweet pandora
Good-like aura
Smell like a flora
Open up your door-a for me
Sweet pandora
Good-like aura
Smell like a flora
Open up your door-a for me
Sweet pandora
Mama crack a smile for me
Just for me, just for me
Just for me, just for me
Just for me, just for me
Just for me
Now I aint what
Youd call a city slicker
Or claim to fame
To be a slitty licker
But every time pandora comes my way
I get high
Cant explain the sensation
To get it on
I gotta watch what I say
Or Ill catch hell
From the womens liberation
(chorus)
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Pandora II
though many people prefer myth. No, after Hope, Empathy came out of the basket. Pretty as was Hope, Empathy made her look like Hans Christian Anderson. Othwise, she was completely naked, had a charming voice and complained of nothing but the cold.
'Brrr, it's cold out here', she said, precisely.
Greatly moved, Pandora handed her a tissue to wrap herself in, which she did, but it's perfume gave her a sneezing jag.
'I'm awfully sorry', she said, wiping her nose with a corner of the tissue, 'have you got a pseudophed? '
Pandora didn't.
'My name is Empathy'.
'That's a pretty name', returned Pandora, beginning to get tired of all this hand-shaking. Nevertheless, ...
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Pandora
Pandora, undone by her own curiosity according to the story, found Hope at the bottom of the fatal basket. Hope indeed had wings-and sequins, sang and was more or less green. She also spat tobacco juice when you squeezed her tummy. She had enormous eyes that peered in all directions.
'Hi', she said, sticking out her hand, 'I'm Hope'.
Pandora was taken aback, but shook her hand, not wanting to be rude.
'Pleased to meet you', said Pandora, politely. She came to put alot of stock in Hope.
'See you later', said Hope, suddenly taking wing.
'Where are you going? '
'Don't worry. I'll be back.'
But Hope was not the last item in the basket to emerge. The myth was wrong as myths often are and completely opposed to reality, which is never wrong, though...
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Pandora’s Box of Memories
Sometimes when we open,
Pandora’s Box of memories,
we find a sad reflection
of ourselves buried within.
A reflection of how we’ve hurt,
someone at sometime,
but most of the time,
it is the mistakes we’ve made,
or debts that are left unpaid,
that come back to haunt us
in their special way.
However, sometimes on opening,
Pandora’s Box of memories,
the good things come pouring out.
The ones that make us smile
and yell hip, hip hooray,
didn’t we have a lovely day.
(9 August 2007)
poem by David Harris
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What I Once Was...
The genie is out of the bottle
Has stolen out into the night
Pandora's box is become unlocked
Things will ne'er again seem right
It came about, with no hue or shout
No alarum of fear or fright
Life took a twist, one could not resist
Rationality gave in without a fight
Succumbed to pleasure, in new-found treasure
Of her eyes, her sighs…sweet delight
Soft feel still lingers, to touch of my fingers
Press of her body to mine…e'er so slight
My being, my world, tumbled and twirled
My heart…my very soul, imbued with her light
The genie is free, Pandora can flee
What I was once…now no longer
...can I be...
poem by David Whalen
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The Origin of Trades
When with a skilful hand Prometheus made
A statue that the human form displayed,
Pandora, his own work, to wed he chose,
And from those two the human race arose.
When first to know herself the fair began,
She played her smile's enchantment upon man;
By softness and alluring speech she gained
The ascendant, and her master soon enchained;
Her beauty on Prometheus' sense ne'er palled,
And the first husband was the first enthralled.
The god of war soon saw the new-formed fair;
His manly beauty and his martial air,
His golden casque and all his glittering arms
Pandora pleased, and he enjoyed her charms.
When the sea's ruler in his humid court
Had heard of this intrigue from fame's report,
The fair he sought, a like reception found,
Could Neptune fail where Mars a triumph found?
Day's light-haired god from his resplendent height
Their pleasures saw, and hoped the same delight;
She could not to refuse him have the heart,
Who o'er the day presides and every art.
Mercury with eloquence declared his flame,
And in his turn he triumphed o'er the dame.
Squalid and sooty from his forge, at first
Vulcan was ill-received, and gave disgust;
But he by importunity obtained
What other gods with so much ease had gained.
Pandora's prime thus winged with pleasure flew,
Then she in languor lived, nor wherefore knew.
She that devotes to love her life's first spring,
As years increase can do no other thing;
For e'en to gods inconstancy is known,
And those who dwell in heaven to change are prone.
Pandora of her favors had been free
To gods who left her; happening then to see
A satyr who through plains and meadows strayed,
Smit with his mien, she love-advances made.
To these amours our race existence owes,
From such amusements all mankind arose;
Hence those varieties in talents spring,
In genius, passions, business, everything:
To Vulcan one, to Mars one owes his birth,
This to a satyr; very few on earth
Claim any kindred with the god of day,
Few that celestial origin display.
From parents each his taste and turn derives:
But most of all trades now Pandora's thrives;
The most delightful, though least rare it seems,
And is the trade all Paris most esteems.
Tribute to a Joyful Soul
Lively spirit
Happy-sad soul
Child but woman
Erratic....but in control
Like a bird....with no home
Even still giving others such comfort and love
Voice of an angel
Soul of a poet
Strength and wisdom and love and support
And joy. Joy always. Love down deep in her soul.
Such a blessing in my life, my dear sweet friend.
I wish you a return of the joy and happiness you give to the world.
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What You Unlock
she had it once
unlocking
a box
it was enough
to give mankind
eternal chaos
her name
was Pandora.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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They say the test of literary power is whether a man can write an inscription. I say, 'Can he name a kitten?'
quote by Samuel Butler
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Now And Then
NOW
Sometimes we feel so awfully tired
and lay atop the bed.
We wait for sleep to find us
and cradle our heavy head.
But sleep doesn't seem to come anymore
as easy as it once did.
For Pandora's box, filled with its woes
is trying to escape its lid.
THEN
Our youthful bodies would shut right down'from all our tireless play.
Our minds were peaceful and quiet
from simple thinking all day.
The sandman would sprinkle sand
and bring to us sweet dreams.
We were dead to the world in our bed
and never fretful it seems.
NOW
We feel the tick of every minute
filling up our ears.
We lay there wishing we were Rip Van Winkle,
asleep for a hundred years.
Slowly the hands of the clock we watch
make its way towards morn.
We're lucky to have 3 hours of sleep
before a new day is born.
THEN
We opened our eyes and jumped out of bed,
refreshed and on the go.
All of our tiredness taken away.
We had plenty of seeds to sow.
We slept 10 hours, sometimes more
and never saw the clock.
Slowly we left our youth behind
and opened Pandora's lock
To NOW.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Wonderful Woman
Wonderful woman
I just can't but to wonder
How much I've come
to love her.
It is all a marvel
My life in a rubble
Love brings pain in double
Had mine sold in the struggle.
A kiss from a sinner
Would change my life for the better
Now I am getting older
Yes I know I am getting wiser
For your love I have hungered
Give me thy love dear Pandora
You're such a wonderful woman
I still can't but to wonder
How much you've made me a sinner.
Wonderful woman
Kiss me and take me to yonder
And yet I still wonder
Your love had made me a better man
Thank you for that;
You are such a wonderful woman.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Away with America
I have no time for frivolities
My time is for my priorities.
I have no time for church,
Though I love religion
And God of the religion.
I have no time for ganja,
Though I love rasters;
Away with your America!
I shall find it here in Africa!
You can go back to history
And tell mythological Jupiter
To come down to America
With a more charming Pandora,
I shall love more my Africa.
If you can find happiness inside,
What else would you be looking
For outside?
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Ballade: Legacy
Within a stalk of fennel hid,
Prometheus took fire for
some poor ancestral hominid,
infuriating Zeus in lore.
Our forbears lived by nature's law
and myth to truth is paradox,
yet when they cooked their food from raw,
they travelled paths unorthodox.
Zeus fashioned clay in counterbid,
first woman, cursed with moral flaw.
Pandora batted sweet eyelid,
Prometheus refused, wherefore
Zeus chained him, while an eagle tore
his liver flayed upon the rocks.
When Titan sought mankind's rapport,
he travelled paths unorthodox.
Zeus gave a jar and then forbid,
Pandora look into it's maw.
Of course, she peeked inside the lid
and helpless, watched the ills outpour.
Does hope remain for us in store?
the vessel, be it jar or box.
When prying led her to explore,
she travelled paths unorthodox.
Shall we live happy evermore?
our bodies shaped by boon and pox.
Will future beings add encore?
They travelled paths unorthodox.
poem by Diane Hine
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Who was William Shakespeare?
Surely G-D herself
On a short Sabbatical
Taking a break from
Divine forms of Inscription
(Makes one wonder, though
Who on earth was Verlaine?
Who in G-d's name was Rimbaud?)
poem by Frank Bana
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Put no inscription over the grave, except the date of my birth and my death; and, wherever I am buried, let the funeral be perfectly private, with as few persons attending, and as little show and expense as possible.
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Feel Good Haze V
Cradle, be cradled
Gilded Pandora’s Box
A hazel is but a hazel
A panging string struck
poem by Norman Santos
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How, possibly, could the police have made the 'mistake' of charging the wrong man with the notorious Red Light Bandit crimes? That also is something that is fully revealed in the Pandora's Box of facts I have prepared.
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Fate (Death Poem)
Before I was born my fate was a thread,
To be spun and measured and cut at a time,
Determined by Fates inflicted on men.
Why is an impossible burden allotted to me?
And why the decision that since
Pandora was created,
My fate ever since,
Is determined,
By spinning of thread,
In the sandstorm of life,
By immortals who meddle.
On this earth, when I really prefer,
To be left on my own to live life in despair?
With my daily bread and a glass of wine,
And the love of the woman I love by my side,
Who sleeps in my arms as I dream or my fate.
poem by Ian Beckett
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We put the urn abord ship
We put the urn aboard ship
with this inscription:
This is the dust of little
Timas who unmarried was led
into Persephone's dark bedroom
And she being far from home, girls
her age took new-edged blades
to cut, in mourning for her,
these curls of their soft hair