You can only do so much grunting and groaning and then you're done, you know?
quote by Craig T. Nelson
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I'd Like a Bit
I'd like a bit
Of your sweaty love,
Your gasping, groaning sweaty love.
Your body fits my body like a glove,
(Your gasping, groaning, sweaty love) .
I want it more than the stars above,
(Your gasping, groaning, sweaty love) .
You're soft and silken like a dove,
I want a bit
Of your sweaty love.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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A grunting donkey is nothing to be ashamed of.
One chops the wood, the other does the grunting.
When They Moan
When they moan...
They are much upset.
And beset in troubled homes.
When they moan...
Storm clouds have arrived.
And they can not hide,
Their groans.
When they moan!
Fed up by the rise of lies,
Told about but denied.
And there is no where to put aside their pride,
When they moan.
With a besetting that upsets them...
In their troubled homes.
And displeasures once unknown are shown.
As they gather to scatter chatter,
That droans.
When they moan.
In voices now condoned,
They moan.
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Aye curumba!
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
In voices now condoned...
They moan.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Aye curumba!
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
In voices now condoned...
They moan.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
When they moan!
Dedicated:
To my Latino brothers and sisters,
experiencing injustices 'anywhere'...
all one day will be well.
Your struggles have not gone unnoticed.
And your contributions are duly noted!
I love you.
~LSP~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A grunting horse and a graneing wife seldom fail their master.
Specific
Filled with negativity...
Generalizing in unspecific quickness!
Judged in misguided confidence...
Sitting on fences of definitions unexplored.
Convinced thoughts of dismay are shared realities!
From perched undecisiveness,
Like birds who chirp with wings clipped.
Wishing to fly but stunting motivation.
Dipped in gossiped sorrow.
Not so say those in flight to test!
A growth observed is personalized...
In quests admitted that lifts determination.
Reaching for plateaus beyond limitations set.
Specific regrets are broken to free adventures.
Hatched from confinement and climbing...
From environments of self inflictions that feed.
There is so much to touch!
So much life to live ahead...
In clear breezes that release.
For those not living,
To stop to dread tasteless steps they've taken...
Or willing to cry on shoulders to grieve.
Groaning prepared to weight with baggage,
With like minds who wear their hearts on sleeves.
There is no gift for those awaiting in mental 'trips'...
Grunting to mope in groups like these!
Hoping for joys to accidently dropp from the sky,
For them to qualify and please!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I work I am pure as an angel tiger and clear is my eye and hot my brain and silent all the whining grunting piglets of the appetites.
quote by Marge Piercy
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The two men were greedily hunched over the table, like two wolves disputing a carcass, but their muttered speech in the echoing hall resembled more the grunting of pigs. One was less than a wolf: he was a public prosecutor. The other was more than a pig, he was a chief commissioner of police.
quote by Jan Neruda
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Preferring Nothing Else
Many people living all alone are finding others,
Having the same druthers...
And preferring nothing else,
But to live by themselves.
Many have discovered it is better to not suffer,
From a catapulting into pits...
Deep in others' selfishness,
Who wish to leave their pity!
No...
Hearing of moans.
Or...
A groaning that drones.
Many people living all alone are finding others,
Having the same druthers...
And preferring nothing else,
But to live by themselves.
And with no...
Hearing of moans.
Or...
A groaning that drones,
Going on for hours in the same monotone.
Many have discovered it is better to not suffer,
From a catapulting into pits...
Deep in others' selfishness,
Who wish to leave their pity!
No...
Headaches bemoaned.
Or a wishing of a negativity to go...
Away to be left alone.
No...
Hearing of moans.
Or...
A groaning that drones.
Or a wishing of a negativity to go home!
Wherever that may be when someone like that leaves.
Many people living all alone are finding others,
Having the same druthers...
And preferring nothing else,
But to live by themselves.
And...
Happy there's a peace that is condoned.
To love and to know it is cherished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Morning on the Beach and wish I was with Sweetie
Morning on the beach and wish I was with Sweetie
Wind whines and whines the moments away
The crazy sea keeps moving and groaning
Oh.. how I wish it was me moving and groaning with Sweetie
From the far end, white sands of the beach
Grey sea comes to the shore and back
Some old tourists touch and play with the water
Oh.. how I wish it was me touching and playing with Sweetie
From the east the sun rises over the beach
Red big, bright and mighty rays
The Sun promises to be happy and hot as always
Oh.. how I wish I was happy and hot with Sweetie always
From the grounds plants waking up to a bright day on the beach
Darkness disappearing as the sun rises
Just like fear disappears when love and joy comes
Oh.. how I wish, my joy and love remove fear from Sweetie
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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Garden of dreams 9. Eternal dreams
There will be no more
Groaning thanks to the spring
Of your eternal dreams
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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If folly were a pain, there would be groaning in every house.
Gnawing (Freedom)
freedom
gnawing
at my
gut...
a rat
gnawing
on
the
ropes...
th at
my fears
use
to
bind
me...
freedo m, the oldest
primeval urge,
the grunting of
the darkness
as light opens
the door!
freedom...
the
raw
heart
beat ing...
in the
hands
of the
priest...
as the body
is flung from
the cliff...
the sound a rose
makes when it blooms!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?
quote by Robert Browning Hamilton
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even in my dream
Lady Di is in pain groaning in bed
in a black one piece ensemble
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Wishing Those Chains to Unlock
Of course...
We all would like to see ourselves as 'basic'...
To someone else,
Who we find interesting...
With an arresting 'come-hither' appeal.
Teasing with just the right amount of sleaze.
Nothing overdone to undo the mood.
It can be a curse being too diversed,
And complex.
Afterall...
These approaches are about sex.
Nothing less with hopes for more.
And yet...
There are those who seek the ease of manipulation.
Especially in relationships.
They get captured after the 'hunt'.
And discover themselves,
Over time...
Grunting in regret.
Wishing those chains to unlock.
But not wanting to experience a broken heart.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Skeletons
Between yellow cranes groaning and bended
I saw people small as ants,
I saw people gather at skeletons of steel and concrete,
lost between ovens that cook glowing,
between hell-hot fires of iron and metal
I saw people struggle in the dusk
and this morning I came
past huge, long pipes that hiss like snakes
between yellow cranes groaning and bended.
Where white smoke are stoked through round chimneys
people were trapped and caged
between hell-hot fires of iron and metal
busy with their work as if dumb,
as if only machines with their humanity missing
I saw people gather at skeletons of steel and concrete,
through walls, doors and roofs that block off
lost in the circles that the city draws,
people were trapped and caged
with crying, screaming, gnashing machines everywhere
without any natural refreshment or relief
between yellow cranes groaning and bended
with tiredness, disconcert, alienation on every feature
they kept building
lost in the circles that the city draws.
Like beings coming from another planet,
ghosts just waiting for a coffin,
I saw people gather at skeletons of steel and concrete,
while some were clinging to black pipes
and children were laughing without concern
they kept building
on terrains with danger signs on the outside
without worrying, with there destiny determined.
Between yellow cranes groaning and bended
I saw people gather at skeletons of steel and concrete,
with their lives tinned, day and night
lost between ovens that cook glowing
and children were laughing without concern,
I saw people struggle in the dusk.
[Reference: Past skeletons of steel and concrete by Gert Strydom.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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You must not for one instant give up the effort to build new lives for yourselves. Creativity means to push open the heavy, groaning doorway to life.
quote by Daisaku Ikeda
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