I used to be married to a woman who pursued every spiritual trend with tremendous passion and dragged me along. I don't believe in anything. I'd seen mediums and readers.
quote by Harold Ramis
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Readers
Wormed,
I have died many times in this life;
Dragged,
I have suffered many times in this life;
But my readers will learn from me like the sea of love,
For, i am with the works of peace in this world.
Readers, reed, read, dear, deer, ear, ears, are, red;
Now i feel safe with you,
But the level of your love stems out from your hearts! !
Readers, sad, rare, dare, sear, seer, see, sea, as;
And like the muse of your love!
For, it comes out straight from the heart.
Readers,
My source of pleasure;
Readers,
The source of my hope;
But, forgivde me if i have wronged you,
For the acts of your total power is like the loyal soldier!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Before we got married, I had tremendous ambition. Once we got married and I started having children, then I just thought that that was my real life. Steve was definitely more ambitious than I.
quote by Eydie Gorme
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The Fake Doctor
The fake doctor raped the married woman! !
For he saw the beauty of the woman and moved his libido;
But this married woman consulted him for an advice,
And he said that the devil made him did that.
Who did the act?
Was it the devil or this man?
And the unsuspecting victim was a married woman;
But the fake doctor raped her.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Now that august is gone
Now that august is gone
And we all know that all augusts come and go
Is this woman? a woman of vertue,
Is this woman? a super woman
Is this woman? a woman of mission and vision
Is this woman? classy and stylish
Is this woman? preffesional or house wife
And the woman of action and motion
A woman of courage and resilence
A woman of liberation and liberty
A woman of passion and compassion
A woman of thoughts and opinions
A woman of empathy and sympathy
A woman of concerns and kindness
.
A woman of confrontation or insecurity
A woman of altracation or tranquility
A woman of ambition or armunition
A woman of redeemtion or detention
A woman of power or affection
Is this woman a woman
I am not questining you, woman!
I was questioning this woman
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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Hip-Hop isn't just music, it is also a spiritual movement of the blacks! You can't just call Hip-Hop a trend!
quote by Lauryn Hill
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Erection
Erection
August heat I sent in a comment to an article in the Guardian,
dislike many of their readers, but it is a good paper, even if it
tends to lose its nerves and waffle a bit when the pressure is on.
I look to see if anything is written about lack of erection, not long
ago my member could carry a beach towel, a party trick for one
witness, now it will not even carry a paper napkin. I could write
and ask the woman who is married to a comedian and has a sexual
healing column in the Guardian, only I don`t like her much I think
she’s fraud; and the comedian she married stop being funny after
he dastardly divorced his first wife and married her. When working
class people are successful they tend to marry “up” that is because
they meet lots of new and well spoken people, who flatter them,
but they are wrong they will be sandpapered down lose their strength
to suit the middle class taste; rich they will be, so who cares?
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Calving Cow is More A Beauty
Dear Aditi Gowtrikar,
You are Mrs. World 2001.
Before you were crowned,
I knew you as a model
And took you as a damsel.
I was mad under your spell.
Had not you been married,
Had not you calved,
Could you be that captive?
Doubtful.
A married woman and
A mother-woman
Are more in glow.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Be You Pursued
Be you pursued!
This day.
Be you,
With patience kept.
Freed of memories,
Bringing tears to eyes...
Once wept now dry.
Be you pursued!
This day.
With a closed not to openly inspect,
Treasure chest.
Waiting for that special one to come,
And identify a suffering done now overcomed to go.
With a showering of light that bestows clear and cloudless sky.
Be You,
Pursued.
Don't give away what has been given to you,
As a gift...
For all that you have been through.
Reveal that treasured chest to only the best.
To an open heart that connects and sparks start.
Protect your assets.
With the best invest your mind and time.
Be you now pursued!
With a self worth you know is valued.
To be recognized by the one who knows life...
As you do too!
Be you...
Pursued to be cherished.
And be loved by the one for you,
Who is true.
Be you now that one pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing Wrong
Sex is ridden with passion
When lovers come together
Or return after a long gap.
Sex is uninhibited
When the spouses make love
With mutual trust prevailing.
Sex gets cultivated passion
When a desire still tepid
Grows into passion in the proceeds.
Sex brings transferred passion
When a man works with his thoughts
On another woman he wants to mate
Or when a woman does with her thoughts
On another man she desired to get.
Sex gives host’s gratifications
When one subjects a low woman
Or one entertains a low man.
Oral sex is the peak of pleasure,
With man’s tongue on woman’s groin
And woman’s mouth under man’s groin.
Sex is met by masturbation
By both genders at their will,
They fantasizing their sexy persons.
The forbidden sex is the hottest
Where man feels the spirit of conquest
And the woman the spirit of liberty.
Sex with sex workers
Delivers an outlet for passion
For varieties and liberality.
Sex with same gender is a substitute,
Where people seek satisfaction
That they fail to get in normal way.
Experiencing sex is bliss.
Attaining it is the drive.
Sex finds nothing wrong.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Without passion
I think and thought
i hoped and wished
i cried and mourned
i yelled and laughed
i screamed in excitement
then i realised it was passion.
Passion is strong
it is intense
it is a great feelin of emotion
love, hate, desire, enthusiasm, fondness, zeal, affection and ardor.
A man without passion is like a man without life.
Yes, i pride in myself, i have life because
i have passion,
i know love
i show affection
i know what it is to be fond of
i can give warmth
i am full of ardor.
Just when i was begining to be exalted by my feelings you came into my life,
i found you in my soul
then i knew what i claimed was passion, was nothing compared to what you gave me.
I came to realise that passion wasn't anything else but a woman.And not just any woman, it was you.
Then i remembered 'a man without passion is a man without life.Without you i'm incomplete, without passion i have no life
Now i can boast of passion of love of life.
Because i have you.
Contents be valued.
Poor in structure and odd in features,
A woman might be in appearance.
Her passion is not inferior.
Poor in words, and odd in meter,
A verse penned might appeal to readers.
Its emotion in not inferior.
Give value to the feelings..
27.03.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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12th March 2011
Mediums,
Spiritual,
Match-makers!
Five golden rats;
You buried your mother today in the land of your mse,
And like the sound of your cry when i heard the news of her death.
12th March 2011,
Bow, vow, cow, mow, now, tow, how, low, row, sow, wow, yow;
And like the spears and the arrows of our lives!
But your mother had left us to a land far beyond the flesh,
So dry up the tears from your eyes!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hoy 613
I am married to an Ethiopian woman and,
You are very much worried about it;
But the code for your salvation is 'HOY 613' and,
I will keep on holding on for this love.
The stone is a witness against you and,
Of the flint knives of circumcision around you;
But, she was a very beautiful woman to meet at last.
I know that you are a peaceful and a humble man,
But she was a virgin and i married her!
And i took her to save her name among the lot.
Bring your loot of stray animals back to me and,
Let me take you to a place called the 'Caller's Spring';
For the malak of Yahweh called me from heaven and,
I answered him with the care of this woman.
'HOY 613',
Do not hang them out in the broad day light;
For i keep on searching to get my taste and,
I need this woman beside me always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Plastic Passion
Plastic passion is a hard to handle
Plastic passion is a sold out scandal
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is the ladies lover
Plastic passion is the marble mother
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a diamond delight
Plastic passion is the nadir of night
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a hycoscine heart
Plastic passion is a transparent tart
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a gold guarantee
The plastic passion is murdering me
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
song performed by by Cure
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Woman, Oh Woman (A Song)
Woman, Oh woman
Why do you make me feel
Every time I'm near you
My heads a spinning wheel
Woman, Oh woman
What have you done to me
Woman, Oh woman
Did you cast a spell on me
Woman, Oh woman
When you touch me, I chill
When you kiss me, I'm in heaven
I've known nothing so real
Woman, Oh woman
When I gaze into your eyes
I'm blinded by the passion
I feel that's deep inside
Woman, Oh woman
Did you over do your spell
My hearts in many pieces
It sadens me to tell
Woman, Oh woman
What have you done to me
Woman, Oh woman
Did you cast a spell on me
Woman, Oh woman
In sadness I do tell
My hearts in tiny pieces
Did you over do your spell.
poem by Bill Simmons
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(Meera) The Early Life Of Meera
Rajputs took ’Sati’ as a sacred one
For any live widowed woman
To burn herself in the fire
With her husband in the pyre
Meera was young still.
Lo, it was God’s will
That brought the end
Of Rathan Singh who died.
Her mother, Chandramugi
Went to join him in sati.
But Rao Dudha prevented it
For Meera’s sake, out right.
As Dudha, her grandfather,
Was too old to take care,
It fell on her mother
To care more for her,
A big crowd stood once
Outside the palace entrance
To receive red saris for women
And coarse dhotis for men.
A woman took a sari,
And asked for a dhoti.
As her husband was sick
He couldn’t come to take.
Next to her came Meera,
Asking for a sari from Dudha.
He refused to give her one,
As it was for a poor woman..
When Meera was stubborn,
Laughingly he gave her one.
Again for a dhoti she asked,
The one for her dear husband.
Dudha, who was surprised,
Asked, “Who’s your husband? ”
Promptly she then replied.
“Krishna is my husband.”
Chandramugi explained him,
How Meera had this dream,
How, one day, as a child
Lord Krishna she married.
On the girl’s passion
And her spiritual vision,
Happy they were first,
But became worried at last.
“How can a silent idol
Marry this mad girl?
Is it really possible?
What’s God’s will? ”
So said her mother
To her grandfather,
Who could understand
Her passion as a child.
He said, “When she grows old,
Reality she’ll understand.
Now, she’s only a child
To know about this world.”
But for the girl Meera,
She felt herself Radha,
Krishna’s beloved Consort
In the Dwaraka Resort.
Her every song revealed
Her deep thoughts inside,
As a wife of Krishna,
As Krishna’s Meera.
poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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A Couple We Are
Him,
The one that is always strong in front of his readers,
Within his dark poetry,
He is a teddy bear, but all you see is the scalpel inside.
If you really knew him, and took the time,
You would find a completely different man, my man.
And I,
The one came from being the weakest, of the weak.
The one having to be taken under,
The great Saint’s wing,
Letting everything inside her be seen.
We didn’t mean to, it just happen this way.
Just writers and readers,
One getting better within each day,
The other knowing he is the best.
Give me any subject, heck you can pick the words,
You know you’ve met your match.
He would say, to those who think they challenge the Saint.
We swiftly became friends,
Now who would have thunk?
We would be falling for one other.
Every woman wants to be his.
I should be a jealous woman but when,
You’ve got one of the most intelligent writers and,
The most incredible man for me,
Whispering in your ear every night,
Baby I Don’t Hate You, I Don T Hate You very much
You don’t worry about,
Some jealous woman writing something rude,
Because you remember he’s yours.
So like it or not girls
We are a couple
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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A Warning: to Aurelius
I commend myself and my love to you,
Aurelius. I ask for modest indulgence,
so, if you’ve ever had a desire in your mind
you’ve pursued chastely and purely,
keep this boy of mine modestly safe,
I don’t speak to the masses – nothing to fear
from those who pass to and fro in the streets
occupied with their business –
truly the fear’s of you and your cock
dangerous to both good and bad boys.
Shake it about as you please, and with as much
force as you please, wherever you choose, outside:
I except him from that, with modesty, I think.
But if tempests of mind, and mad passion
impel you to too much sin, you wretch,
so you fill my boy’s head with deceptions,
then let misery, and evil fate, be yours!
Of him whom, with feet dragged apart, an open door,
radishes and mullets pass through.
poem by Gaius Valerius Catullus
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I am the woman
I am the woman who is unstoppable
I am the woman
Whose dreams are immeasurable
I am the woman
Of a different breed, unbelievable
I am the woman
Of all times, incredible
I am a woman
With passion and purpose, unspeakable
I am the woman
Who decides where I should fall
In this universe, unpredictable
I am the woman
Who refuse to lessen my dreams
To meet man’s expectation, inconceivable
I am a woman
Of greatness and this greatness
Should never be compromise, remarkable
I am that GREAT WOMAN
poem by Kathy Elliott
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I don't like the whole trend of people in the business treating marriage like entertainment. It's either for publicity value or because they're bored. Because they haven't done a movie in a few months, they get married instead.
quote by Benjamin McKenzie
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