Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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She alone can judge
.
Who is masculine?
He, with the muscles of Hercules,
Or he, with the valour of Ulysses.
Who is masculine?
He, who swayed like Asoka, the Emperor,
Or he, who bullied like Hitler, the Dictator
Who is masculine?
He, who seduced so many,
Or he, who reproduced many
Who is masculine?
He, who lived in many sweet-hearts,
Or he who loved many sweet-hearts
Who is masculine?
He, who sent her to orgasm,
Or he, who held her to his bosom
Who is masculine?
He, who courted anything feminine
Or he who excited anything feminine
Who is masculine?
She alone can define,
The Empress, of her domain.
27.06.97
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In The Harbour: Elegiac Verse
I.
Peradventure of old, some bard in Ionian Islands,
Walking alone by the sea, hearing the wash of the waves,
Learned the secret from them of the beautiful verse elegiac,
Breathing into his song motion and sound of the sea.
For as the wave of the sea, upheaving in long undulations,
Plunges loud on the sands, pauses, and turns, and retreats,
So the Hexameter, rising and singing, with cadence sonorous,
Falls; and in refluent rhythm back the Pentameter flows.
II.
Not in his youth alone, but in age, may the heart of the poet
Bloom into song, as the gorse blossoms in autumn and spring.
III.
Not in tenderness wanting, yet rough are the rhymes of our poet;
Though it be Jacob's voice, Esau's, alas! are the hands.
IV.
Let us be grateful to writers for what is left in the inkstand;
When to leave off is an art only attained by the few.
V.
How can the Three be One? you ask me; I answer by asking,
Hail and snow and rain, are they not three, and yet one?
VI.
By the mirage uplifted, the land floats vague in the ether,
Ships and the shadows of ships hang in the motionless air;
So by the art of the poet our common life is uplifted,
So, transfigured, the world floats in a luminous haze.
VII.
Like a French poem is Life; being only perfect in structure
When with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
VIII.
Down from the mountain descends the brooklet, rejoicing in
freedom;
Little it dreams of the mill hid in the valley below;
Glad with the joy of existence, the child goes singing and
laughing,
Little dreaming what toils lie in the future concealed.
IX.
As the ink from our pen, so flow our thoughts and our feelings
When we begin to write, however sluggish before.
X.
Like the Kingdom of Heaven, the Fountain of Youth is within us;
If we seek it elsewhere, old shall we grow in the search.
XI.
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it;
Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.
XII.
Wisely the Hebrews admit no Present tense in their language;
While we are speaking the word, it is is already the Past.
XIII.
In the twilight of age all things seem strange and phantasmal,
As between daylight and dark ghost-like the landscape appears.
XIV.
Great is the art of beginning, but greater the art is of ending;
Many a poem is marred by a superfluous verse.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The Moon Realizes The Importance Of The Sun
feminine moon
fearing the masculine sun
preferring
the presence of the
friendly
eunuch stars
halfway in the darkness
of its night
the moon realizes
the sun is missed
badly enough
it wishes for the break of day
but then the curse
has been made
there is no way for feminine moon
to be with the masculine sun again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This And/Or That
When my masculine talks to your masculine, watch out-
We wind up butting heads and can agree on nothing,
Both eager to lead, slow to follow.
When my feminine talks to your feminine, beware-
We horrify each other's apathy and get nothing done,
Each inclined to leave it up to the other.
But when my masculine talks to your feminine
Or when your masculine lectures my feminine
Then we have something, Bonnie. Then we walk together.
How rude of Western lore to say, sticking a pin in a map,
'Here-you are here.' As if our human hearts were a subway
And we needed to be told where we be.
It's not like what silly religions say-
Those murderous carry-overs from a former day
When everyone plowed or milked cows and dwelt on farms.
A little of this, a little of that
Is what we the people are. When will the West wake up?
People are neither gods, devils, boys, girls, white, black,
But in spite of Deuteronomy, a little of both:
Shame, ironically, an import from the East-
All neurosis rooted in the shame of being,
Or the trauma of being not.
You only live once. Make it good. Be of good cheer.
Man, learning this, may indeed survive.
Doing unto others as you'd have them do unto you
Is probably still the best basis for morality.
Oh, and Moderation in all things. Essentially Greek.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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What is most beautiful in virile men is something feminine; what is most beautiful in feminine women is something masculine.
Susan Sontag in Against Interpretation (1966)
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Equality Of Yin & Yang
God decreed the balance of Yin ‘n Yang
Masculine/feminine be in perfect balance
An edict proclaimed, whilst Angels sang
As Supreme Council sat in accordance
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Masculine
Phonecall:
(this is one of the neighbors from down the street.
This record of this music has been goin on all afternoon
And Im sick and tired of it. if it doesnt stop Im calling the police!)
You got me on the run, you got it your way
Now Im feeling pretty good and Im beginning to sweat
Your love is so fine, its got me feelin alright
Going out of my mind, I got to have you tonight
The girls so deep inside, like blood in my veins
Never lets me hide, now Im going insane
It makes me climb the walls, bite my nails to the bone
Its always by my side, it never leaves me alone
Chorus:
When its time to get tough, Im masculine (masculine, masculine)
When she wants to play rough, Im masculine (masculine, masculine)
Masculine
I know that Im a man from the spark in my soul
It can make me so hot, you got out of control
Grab her by the hair, drag her back to your cave
Its what makes a man a man, people always stay the same
(chorus)
Im masculine
(masculine, masculine)
(repeats)
Anytime, anyplace, anyway, in the heat of the nite and in the dark of the day
Anytime, anyplace, anyway
When its time to get tough, Im masculine (masculine, masculine)
When she wants to make love, Im masculine - what dyou say?
When she wants to make love, Im masculine
When she wants to play rough, Im masculine (masculine, masculine)
When she wants to make love, Im masculine (masculine, masculine)
If you push me Ill shove, Im masculine
When she wants to play rough, Im masculine
When she wants to make love, Im masculine...
(to fade)
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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What is most beautiful in virile men is something feminine what is most beautiful in feminine women is something masculine.
quote by Susan Sontag
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What is the most beautiful in virile men is something feminine; what is most beautiful in feminine women is something masculine.
quote by Susan Sontag
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This Poem
THIS POEM
This poem
This first poem
This last poem
This poem that invented Poetry
This one and only one poem
This fictional poem
This ideal poem
This perfect poem
This would – be holy poem
This unreal poem
This poem which is not a poem
This poem which is the essence of all poetry
This poem
And that poem
And my poem
And your poem
And all poems
Poem poem poem poem poem
This poem
Mine and yours
This one small poem of so so many
And not such a good poem at all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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F&M In Russian
Feminine and masculine nouns.
Please, don’t frown!
I am not going to teach.
I would like to show some nouns in Russian speech.
Tenderness and kindness, beauty and faith,
freedom and wisdom, love and dove….,
they are all females.
There are some in Russian tales:
a golden fish, which fulfills your wish,
a ginger fox with her cunning talks.
A slender birch is like a girl with her hair curled.
An apple tree in her blossom is awesome.
A light foot gazelle, a chanterelle are feminine nouns.
And even in English they sound like tender bells.
Our mother Earth is certainly a female.
She gives birth to males.
Some of them are heroes from fairy tales.
A strong oak spoke:
I am only three hundred years old,
Who told that I am old?
I am young and still strong,
to the long living family I belong.
Saturn, Jupiter, Pluto, Mars,
and many other planets and stars,
they are masculine, but…Venus is feminine.
If a man is clumsy we call him an elephant or a bear.
Sometimes we compare a man with a crocodile,
it means he eats a lot,
and a woman is a bird.
I’ve heard that only a man can be called an eagle,
and a woman is a seagull.
Feminine and masculine nouns.
They are all the compounds of our language,
no one has an advantage.
They always flock together,
like birds of a feather.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
November 20th,2010
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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A poem with the perfect rhyme
If a poem could cost a dime
I will spend my ink and spend my time
Making the perfect rhyme
More than a million people may read it
Even if I have to sell it on credit
I will be the businesswoman with wit
Sit down! Think about it!
A penny for the perfect sentence
A penny for a poem glaring with essence
A penny for writing about the present and past tense
A penny for describing a situation that is intense
A penny if I write truthfully without pretence
As I turn away from crime
Making the perfect rhyme
If a poem could cost a pound
I will turn my life around
As I compose the perfect poetic sound
That rhymes against any background
My words will be sublime
Not just the perfect rhyme
They will be read both at teatime and during bedtime
My sentences will mature in their prime with time
As I turn away from crime
Making the perfect rhyme
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
www.sylviachidi.co.uk
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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You know, God, the power that makes life, whatever it is, had just to make two things, masculine and feminine, for all this mischief. And made them so there is this entirely different point of view about love and sex.
quote by Beatrice Wood
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Perfect poem
I have sat for hours, tryna write the perfect poem
what is the perfect poem?
Because it is the poem I am not knowing
does it involve some kind of perfect flowing?
Between me and you I dont believe it does
people, poets may believe it should.
It could?
But could it make it perfect?
So perfect like there would be no next?
Like there could be no better?
Should it rime? Or be in a structure of a letter
sayin dear who ever?
Should I make a comparisson in the weather?
describing the superiority of the sunshine
over the rain that hasnt yet came?
As I look at the sun my magic powers have begun
taking the day to another level, playing the devil
I can make the rivers overflow, or make it snow
telling the sun what to do,
directing it north or south, all about
saying sun move to east or
mayby its best to move to west
and get hotter, hotter and hotter
I can tell the rain to come and make it wet.
But.
I havnt said anything yet
because I am finding it is blinding my eyes
speaking to the sun
as an angel tells me not to say go
but I say go bringing the rain making a rainbow
God looks out of his window
seeing
white, black, brown even red blue and yellow
every colour combining creating beautiful work
what is the perfect poem?
Its the one we paint as one to change our world.
poem by Daniel McCann
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Nothing is either all masculine or all feminine except having sex.
quote by Marlo Thomas
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A Poem Is Just A Poem
a poem is just a poem and if it is just a poem
it must be just a poem just like another poem
a poem is nothing but just a poem otherwise
it cannot be my poem; it may speak about
anything, or something, or about everything,
but my poem is just a poem just like anybody's
poem, which is just but a poem, like any other
poem, for a poem to be a poem it must just be
a poem: it has nothing to do with my love, and death
my life, or bliss, but as i have told you, once, twice
thrice, eat some rice, and be that wise, a poem is
just a poem, just like your poem. Why do you insist
on asking, what is happening to me? I am not a
poem, for i am but just the composer of the poem,
need i tell you again, that a poem is just a poem?
just like any other poem, which is just a poem
it is just a voice in my head that i have heard
someone comes and speaks and i listen so
this poem is not actually my poem but the poem
of someone else's: theirs not mine, from a mind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Feminine virtue is nothing but a convenient masculine invention.
quote by Ninon de Lenclos
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Feminine passion is to masculine as an epic is to an epigram.
quote by Karl Kraus
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