A bore is a person who opens his mouth and puts his feats in it.
quote by Henry Ford
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The Lovely Medic
i am not
drowning
she applies
mouth to mouth
resuscitation
i am not
dying
i have much air
in my lungs
but i am not the
kind of person
that refuses
a nice
offer
so here we go
again
mouth to mouth.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No one roasts rotten meat and puts it in the mouth of their friend and then says 'you mouth stinks.'
One learns little more about a man from the feats of his literary memory than from the feats of his alimentary canal.
quote by Frank Moore Colby
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Hell is yourself and the only redemption is when a person puts himself aside to feel deeply for another person.
quote by Tennessee Williams
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I think there is a great difference, in that when the poet is reading you get the whole personality of the person, especially if he's a good reader. Whereas a person just sitting gets what he puts into it.
quote by James Laughlin
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There Is Something Inside My Mouth (2)
there is something singing inside my mouth
but i keep my mouth closed
i decide when shall the opening be
when shall i hear this little thing sing again
in the open
for now i have closed whatever is it that opens
that sings
it is time to mourn
to be silent
to die
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When the birds fly
When the birds fly
the mind opens its eye
the heart looks up to the sky
the birds fly.
The birds fly south
the ear opens its mouth
the nose sees summer
the kids they are playing out...
When the birds fly
we dream our words dont die.
Reborn with a babys cry
the birds fly leaving stars
they stay in the night,
we are the birds
we escape to the light.
poem by Daniel McCann
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The Hand That Loves
the hand that loves,
is weathered and calloused.
long gifted, now trembles,
but just a little.
wipes tears and fights injustice,
buttons the collar of respect.
takes down your hair,
like rain falling on leaves.
bandages the dog's paw,
lights the fire late at night.
turns the pages of the book,
strokes the inside of your neck.
unleashes volcanoes,
opens the door of the cage.
and sprinkles dirt on the graves,
of those that came before...
softly puts down the pen,
and puts out the candle.
for it belongs to the wind,
to the stars, and your heart!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Writing about self
An autobiography is good.
It dispels gossips circulated
And puts an end to hear say stories.
It opens weak facts accessible too.
16.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love Child
You bore me, you bore me you teach me, you taught me, you see me, you want me, you buy me, then torch me, you enter and walk me the thing that came out of my mouth sweet mouth when I leave this
Old house I should have a good day should I have a bad should I get something out see what Ive had? can I stay a young man or grow old and fat dont need a microphone to say I know bout this and
I dont need a microphone to know where its at well I got a duster but I dont have a flat how should we cook this? should we let it boil? lets make a love child we both can spoil give it a dee
Use the kindest oil we have to find some good land get the good soil how should we cook this?
Should we let it burn? we both need a wise up we both need to learn the things that come out of your mouth sweet mouth when I leave this safe old house should it be a good thing or should it be
Heres something dying baby but I got to go out your need on the inside where a man like that can shout so if you thinks thats evil shake it up and about get to the tip top take a tall look out
S a leader of people doesnt know what its about just want s to be a big man has the urge to whip it out well I sold it you bought it you spread it you caught it you dont have to have a big dic
T makes you feel proud I got to find a high point get it out for the crowd you bought me, you bore me you tease me, you taught me you feed me, you fought me you see me then you want me who you b
Me, then touch me you enter and walk me should I have a good day or is it bad should I get some of the things out see what Ive had theres something dying baby but I gotta get out
song performed by by Happy Mondays
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Gap
ENVY not
those who are busy,
and acclaimed
by the hands of the masses,
they have their own
problems with
fame
they too have the problems
of their money
a gap
of self from self
a hollow space
in between
behind the masks
are the limping insecurities
success is always short
and failure is not
far behind
it is a matter of time
soon
a mouth that opens
with fangs and
deadly venom
a cobra always waiting for the
right bite
at the right time
even if you were
the wrong person
so please envy not
the proud and the
laughing
gas.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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i wish i have a mouth that knows how to speak my love
i wish i have this kind of mouth that knows to speak
about my love
one that opens so easily and dashes with words like
you know i love you, tell me, do you love me too?
a candid mouth, like a shrew who gambles with words and
will not mind losing
a mouth who kisses your mouth without
shame and if shamed because you slap it
does not bother at all,
one who says, why hide love, why not pour love like a
strong wine to a chalice and let it warm
the glass and let the glass
be nothing but a glass
one that does not mind at all, one that loves and if not loved in
return takes the other possibilities
without regrets
or pain,
the mouth that i have is closed and will not open
afraid
i have kept the words
i love you only for you
like a worm inside my tongue,
wriggling
turning into a little butterfly
that never had the chance to see what is outside
and feel the freedom of air,
yesterday
it died and i keep it for the whole night
now, i spit it out
and my mouth closed again
eating only silence
while you just watch there
asking me
and i said there is nothing to worry
nothing at all
i just don't feel anything and there is nothing
worth saying, i look at you as you go, i hold only to your shadow
and you will never never never know,
this
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In the white collar
In the white collar
Of the lowly sparrow
Puts me to mind of the priest
And the flying nun
I use to watch on b & w t v
T V outs me to mind
Patty Duke
And the twins
My sister and brother
Family raised in a cruel year
My brother puts me to mind
Of the men I call family
The gays met at the bar
The bar puts me to mind
Of the men I took home
Just for once for a night of joy
Joy puts me to mind
Of the time I expressed with setime puts me to mind
That now I am old
And self assured
In the way I go.
poem by David E. Patton
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In all feats of fire-eating it should be noted that the head is thrown well back, so that the flame may pass out of the open mouth instead of up into the roof, as it would if the head were held naturally.
quote by Harry Houdini
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I Wish I Have A Mouth That Knows How To Speak My Love
i wish i have this kind of mouth that knows to speak
about my love
one that opens so easily and dashes with words like
you know i love you, tell me, do you love me too?
a candid mouth, like a shrew who gambles with words and
will not mind losing
a mouth who kisses your mouth without
shame and if shamed because you slap it
does not bother at all,
one who says, why hide love, why not pour love like a
strong wine to a chalice and let it warm
the glass and let the glass
be nothing but a glass
one that does not mind at all, one that loves and if not loved in
return takes the other possibilities
without regrets
or pain,
the mouth that i have is closed and will not open
afraid
i have kept the words
i love you only for you
like a worm inside my tongue,
wriggling
turning into a little butterfly
that never had the chance to see what is outside
and feel the freedom of air,
yesterday
it died and i keep it for the whole night
now, i spit it out
and my mouth closed again
eating only silence
while you just watch there
asking me
and i said there is nothing to worry
nothing at all
i just don't feel anything and there is nothing
worth saying, i look at you as you go, i hold only to your shadow
and you will never never never know,
this
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When the silent majority opens its mouth it is usually to yawn.
quote by Gerd de Ley
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For Mother Mary
Man puts up with his children as they are.
He moulds them for good, not disown them.
Must he divorce his wife, who bore his seeds?
We revere Mary who gave us Jesus.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Little Lighthouse
Shes a little lighthouse when she
Opens up her huge eyes
And streams of diamonds shoot out
til were wading waist deep in her brilliant love
Shes a little lighthouse when she
Opens up her red mouth
And gold word ribbons rope and rodeo
The dark clouds in bouquet above
For how long will this dark age last?
For how long must we wait to learn?
Across the black and fossil ocean vast
I spy love and she doth brightly burn
Love sure lives in the right house
Shes a little lighthouse when she
Opens up her huge mind and
Thoughts descending spears of crystal
Build a jacobs ladder up to love
Shes a little lighthouse
When she opens up her red dress
Show skin of rubber marble
Lit by knowledge and the fireflies above
And can others see this splendid beam?
Or do they navigate in dark?
If you ever want to dock your dream
Well youll need love to guide your fragile ark
Love sure keeps a bright house
Shes a little lighthouse
song performed by by Xtc
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Don't you have a machine that puts food into the mouth and pushes it down?
quote by Nikita Khrushchev
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