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I got his initials tattooed on the back of my neck, you know, since we both now have the same initials.

quote by Ashley Scott
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I’ll Change My Name

I give you thanks all my people
Congratulations,
For helping change my name
Which initials would not be known to our ancestors.
I’ll change my mother tongue and modify my Alma-matter
I’ll change my voice so you would no longer recognize my songs
I’ll cut all the favorable crops in the farm and plant in it new ones
Just like the frog, I’ll bathe in waters
In order to differ from the toad.
All because I’ll change my name
Which initials would not be known to our ancestors.

I write this to you all my people
That ignorance deserted me from my own land
And I’ll come back no more
I gave it in worlds that you could understand
In parables I left it with others that they would also understand
And tell the ancestors that
I’ll change my name which initials would not be known to them

Tell me if the ancestors are still alive,
Lying there and see you helped me change my name
Tell me if they have lost their eyes and years
That they can’t see and hear
If so, then my people, you those
Whose fire woods have reached your head load
Go and tell them, I say
I’ll change my name which initials would not be known to them.

Once men could now see and hear
That I’ll change my name;
Today that I’m felt with the muse of poetry
In my shabby cloths
I gave it out in words and parables
That you helped me change my name.

Thanks,
Thank you all my people
Congratulations,
Tell them and more handsome rewards from heavens
If not too far from you
Just because you helped me change my name
Which initials would not be known to our ancestors
But still, I’ll change my name.

copyright (c) Sep.2006 E. Korsi Senyo Kumedzina

poem by Korsi Senyo
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The Love Tree

I see a huge climbing tree
with love inscribed on wood,
carved initials in a heart
where true love surely stood.

A couple sat beneath the tree
despite the rainy weather,
hugs and kisses, holding hands,
spending time together.

The sweethearts adorned the tree
with a promise that is true,
proof that love endures the ages
after all that they went through.

Time spent there reminiscing
of good times now in the past,
they would return to the tree
open to feelings that would last.

Years went by, memories faded
and the tree soon stood alone,
the initials seen within a heart
was a treasure to be known.

The tree held perfect meaning
after the carvers passed away,
Left behind are the engravings
of the love they felt that day.

poem by Shelley Williams
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I think I have enough tattoos for now. If I get any others, I'll probably do my kids initials.

quote by Niki Taylor
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Stared at blank paper
With initials of dad;
Etched with memories...

haiku by Mamta Agarwal
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half moon rising
our heart with initials
on the tree stump

haiku by Chenou Liu
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If you don't know what to do with many of the papers piled on your desk, stick a dozen colleagues initials on them and pass them along. When in doubt, route.

quote by Malcolm Forbes
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If you don't know what to do with many of the papers piled on your desk, stick a dozen colleagues' initials on 'em, and pass them along. When in doubt, route.

quote by Malcolm Forbes
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Double P

poetic posture initials doubles p
the first to water the masses
on the knees before the king of sorrow
the second I guess is totally private
so where's a loo for you

dedicated to Masimo Savic no one can cry like that

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Lorelei

Back in the days of knights in armor
There once lived a lovely charmer
Swimming in the rhine
Her figure was divine
She had a yen for all the sailors
Fishermen and gobs and whalers
She had a most immoral eye
They called her lorelei
She created quite a stir
And I want to be like her
I want to be like that gal on the river
Who sang her song to the ships passing by
She had the goods and how she could deliver
The lorelei
She used to love in a strange kind of fashion
With lots of hey-ho-de-ho-hi-de-hi
And I can guarantee Im full of passion
Like the lorelei
Im treacherous, yeah-yeah
Oh, I just cant hold myself in check
Im lecherous, yeah-yeah
I want to bite my initials on a sailors neck
Each affair has a kick and a wallop
For what they crave, I can always supply
I want to be just like that other trollop
The lorelei
I want to be just like that other trollop
The lorelei

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Scenes of Suppression

Why are you riding,
My back like a flea?
The only thing missing,
Is a harnessed saddle secured on me.

You must have heard rumors,
I was easy to 'break in? '
'Rough it out! ' You were told...
'Hound him and his fantasies will end! '

Scenes of suppression,
Impressed to solicit oppression...
Needs to be shaken loose from your mind
Since where we are going,
Is 'nowhere' you will find!

And closer than that,
You are not going to get!
If I don't 'deck' you first...
With a sudden outburst,
For breathing your nonsense down my neck!

Giving you a star filled sight...
One you never expected to see,
In broad daylight!

Why are you riding,
My back like a flea?
The only thing missing,
Is a harnessed saddle secured on me.

Days of cattle calls...
To stamp your initials with branding iron,
Has cease to exists but you still persist...
And no honor comes to you for trying,
Or weakened with tricks by lieing!
That mindset you sell is dieing.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Then She Said

I saw her in one of those cafe houses
Being myself so near
And thought never that nice things hurt
And all ended here
Click, click, click said the man
I remember him so well
He said come on, you got to be careful
Cause her heaven could be your hell
Then she said....then she said
And I dream that she someday might come back
P.s. are her initials and
Sometimes they gonna make me cry
But I dont believe that this is the reason
That I sing p.s. goodbye
5,6,7,8,9,10 this is o.k.with me
And I cry later then
And I dont believe that all colours are gone
Cause the rest is grey and this is better than none
Then she said..... then she said
And I dream that she someday might come back
Then she said
She said rockn roll is really dead
Then she said
Youre never leaving this head

song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Wash Us Away

On the very first decade that we got to dream in
Our fathers were angry, our mother's were screamin'
At the clothes we were wearin' and the music we got off on
Hitler was dead, welcome to Babylon
Carved our initials out across the sand
The heart and the arrow, no-one understands
Then the tide rolled in and everything ran
And washed us away, washed us away, washed us away
Up in the attic ambition was burning
Now my fingers were bleedin' but the tables were turning
Down in the city the future was beckoning
And I hated myself on the day of reckoning
(Oh yeah)
Carved our initials on top of the cake
The heart and the arrow - the rattle and the snake
How was I to know that the Earth was gonna break
And wash us away, wash us away, wash us away
Everything's temporary in this world
Ain't it a shame when you lose someone
Here tomorrow, gone today
Wash us away, wash us away, wash us away
There was never a fool like a young fool alone in
A world without someone he can find a home in
And for all the wrong reasons we rescued each other
You bandaged my heart I never would recover
(ohhhh)
No river runs true, it always takes a twist
Hearts can be broken, arrows gonna miss
How was I to know that it was gonna come down to this
And wash us away
And we wrote our names on the Dead Sea Scrolls
The young and the restless, the brave and the bold
How was we to know it was gonna get outta control
And wash us away, wash us away, wash us away, wash us away, wash us away,wash us away, wash us away

song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Goner

'How can I tell
If I shall ever love you again
As I do now? '

time has no mouth anymore.
it has only wings.
i am carried away and on few words
my soul dissolves
my body rots
turns to dust
no nectar is found
in my hair
no flower grows from
my bones
my name is encrypted
in your womb
on mere initials
of my pen.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Marie

Marie, she comes to me in the twilight
When the wind blows down across the river
So cold, the fishermen cry
She rapes me in a rage of rainbow violence
Till my bare nerves, they sing
Like the strings of a violin
And the room seeps into a savage silence
Soaked in colours, red as blood, blue as night
And marie she skins me alive
Carves her initials in my side
Lures me with her purrs and cuts me with her knife
And the horses pound like thunder
They bolt like lightning on her range
She feels shes going under and she zeros in the rein
Shes so strange
Well, marie, you know, shes the queen of all the stallions
And Im her prince of mules
And one of her principal fools
Marie, shes got the claws of a falcon
And shes perched on my shoulder, and slowly digging in
But she, oh she can be so strange sometimes
Like at night ...
Or when the neighbors come to dine
Marie, she skins me alive
Burns her initials in my hide and then leaves me all alone
Branded to the bone
And my heart pounds like her horses
Oh, stampeding on the range
Marie knows all the sources
And she shoots me with her pain
And for her, I take it, lord, down in my veins
And I watch her dance like some berserk fairy
All across the concrete prairies of bleecker street
Marie, she can be so strangebut shes the only lonely cowgirl on my range

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Eternity With Me

The Next time we meet
Will be in heaven
I'll be waiting under a tree
The tree we carved our initials in
When we were both young and free
I hope you remember what it look like
For heaven goes on forever you see
That's where I'll be standing
If you want to spend eternity
With me

poem by David Kush
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Initials in your heart

People come and go
Like seasons and snow
Some people stay forever
These are the people we hold close
until the end of never
Some people go
Like they were never present at all
Where others carve their initials
into your heart, you will never be apart
Among those people there were
few from the start
They leave footprints in your memory
That will be remembered for eternity

poem by Will Reilly
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S-e-x-x-y

Dressed only in clothes
From her head to her toes
This is the way
The talking part goes
S-e-x-x-y
More than enough
Around the clock with nobody else
S-e-x-x-y
There she is
Standing on the bed
Cookie in one hand, wig on her head
S-e-x-x-y
X because its extra baby
Y because its extra baby
Unnoticed by few
Very very few
And that includes you
Look inside your mind
Look inside your eye
Secret agent spy, come to see why
S-e-x-x-y
One finger nail
Across your back
Babys first gold tooth initials inscribed
S-e-x-x-y
X because its extra baby
Y because its extra baby
You gotta understand
She wants to be your man
Shes got another plan
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Y because its extra baby
Unnoticed by few
Very very few
And that includes you
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Babys first gold tooth initials inscribed
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Look inside your eye
Secret agent spy, come to see why
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She wants to be your man
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song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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MF's Roses are Red

MF: your initials hit me
striking hard - blinding
RosesAreRed - that they are
not all roses are red and
not all things red are roses

MF roses are MF red....
not if you're colour blind
not if you're shot in the head
RosesAreRed - yellow or white
screaming loud - deafening.

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poem by Frederick Kesner
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Love Is A Funny Thing

For two lovebirds, I met a Stratford on Avon
With the first initials D & T
They know who they are.

Love is a funny thing,
one minute you are up,
then the next you are down.
Then your head is spinning around,
your seeing stars,
dancing on the moon.
Love is a funny thing,
and that is for sure.

poem by David Harris
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Science rewarded

As children, who have made
their first discovery of the natural world
by their own curiosity, rush into the room,
their eyes shining – so that their parents
love them all the more, even before
they tell them of this magic fact –

so scientists; rewarded for their humility
at the end of a long life, heaped
with honours; initials after their name
that no one understands;
the respect of colleagues;
loved by their students;

blessed above all by that golden thing –
the continuance of delight.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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