If you cut off your arm instead of going 'spurt, spurt, spurt' wouldn't it, like, go nuts? Or would it go with the beat of your heart?
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To Be a Palace
This house carries skies of life,
A pleasant country where it grows
Into a mansion, and then palace
So rich and glorious.
At frequent intervals the growth
Has a spurt, a spurt of energy;
Walking in and rising over
An inhabitant is a combatant.
The somewhat cold gleam
Entered the sticks and stones
Of the walls of the house,
It shivered for all time.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I did not have implants, I just had a growth spurt.
quote by Britney Spears
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Shift is from tiredness.
There is a spurt of audience
For the classical concerts.
Are the people tired of
Film music overflowing
From multi channels non-stop?
04.02.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Libido, the basic energy
Eminent leaders, prominent thinkers
And the powerful personalities
Had possessed abundant libido,
Which is the base for spurt of all energies.
No wonder they are weak for other sex.
13.07.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Variety is spicy
Take off your eyes; Let your wife flirt with someone.
Take off your eyes; Let your husband flirt with someone.
Flirting makes spurt Oestrogen and testosterone,
Which will induce you both to mate with vigour as often.
27.02.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Shove
Shove yourself
In
Take yourself
Out
Shove yourself
In
Take yourself
Out
Shove in
Take out
Shove in
Take out
In and out
In and out
Till the
Course
You take
Inside me
Tires you
Out -
And you
Spurt out
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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White And Green
Hey! My daffodil-crowned,
Slim and without sandals!
As the sudden spurt of flame upon darkness
So my eyeballs are startled with you,
Supple-limbed youth among the fruit-trees,
Light runner through tasselled orchards.
You are an almond flower unsheathed
Leaping and flickering between the budded branches.
poem by Amy Lowell
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The strength of the revolutionaries
On a strong note, scents spurt from flowers.
They spread, grow weak and dissolve in the air.
On a strong note, revolutionaries rise.
They rush, turn mild and merge with the main stream.
08.10.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Will Not Lower Myself
I will not lower my vibration for you
even though you try to control me with your goo.
Your goo of lies that you spurt out
I will not lower my self to you without a doubt.
I will keep shining my light-
no matter if it is day or night.
I will not deter from who I really am-
even though you tell me your liitle scam.
For my revenge would be conscious on my part
your sickness is something you believe in your heart.
In the end I would not evolve
for the lying on your part was not resolved.
Written by Christina Sunrise on June 29,2012
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Summertime Rain
There is nothing as refreshing
As a sweet summertime rain
After the cooling showers
Nothing is ever quite the same
Because nutrients fill the moisture
For flowers and crops as well
You can almost see them grow
After a summer downpour fell
The seeds sprout so much quicker
Flowers grow tall so very fast
Rain gives everything a boost
And of course it doesn’t last
Then the sun comes streaming out
And flowers lift their little heads
Color comes popping out as well
Yellows, oranges, blues and reds
Oh yes, there’s nothing like it
To get a summer growing spurt
Yes, bring on those summer showers
And sun afterwards wouldn’t hurt!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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The effect of the virtue
A man of virtue practises virtue
Against the myriads of odds, so true,
And wove around him a crust of virtue
But his core remained as same underneath.
His libido is much in compression,
Capable of giving more explosions.
A man of virtue is a potential danger
From whom might spurt evils at any scale.
28.08.2000, Palasa
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Poet’s Hat
The rain had fallen, the Poet arose,
He passed through the doorway into the street,
A strong wind lifted his hat from his head,
And he uttered some words that were far from sweet.
And then he started to follow the chase,
And put on a spurt that was wild and fleet,
It made the people pause in a crowd,
And lay odds as to which would beat.
The street cad scoffed as he hunted the hat,
The errand-boy shouted hooray!
The scavenger stood with his broom in his hand,
And smiled in a very rude way;
And the clergyman thought, 'I have heard many words,
But never, until to-day,
Did I hear any words that were quite so bad
As I heard that young man say.'
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Anger Poem
Anger you are persistent, a spurt of pure rage subdued, and I will vanquish you.Continue to emerge for every time I see your weakness, your cleverness is thwarted by my meekness.
Anger I call upon you for training purposes,
lengthening the temperament wick, hastily enhancing my vigor,
you are clearly out matched just like a moth to light.
I tip my hat to your mind reading abilities, illiteracy to matters of the heart, and ever so thankful for minute self victories.
Anger the skirmish is yours but mine is sustenance of peace.
The Target
In a love triangle,
I move out of the center
to find a boat.
Locked in a sperm
a messanger becomes a brute.
Who will draw the circle
on the mercy petition?
This was a curse on the bed
which will not go to sleep for a whore.
The stings. Everytime you
open the mouth, you spurt
out the barbs, I walk into fire.
The kill. It was a perfect
landing. Wounds will never
heal. The beach remains dry.
poem by Satish Verma
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View from Sutro
Seen from golden heights
the tangled city
squares up.
Straight streets,
rigid veins
spurt quicksilver
past towers
of fog.
It throbs.
Hearts, minds,
sing passion
joy, lust,
boredom.
A dying man
clings to desperate sheets,
passing;
An infant cries
drawing raw air,
beginning.
It’s alive,
greater
than its sum.
See how it beats
in the cool Pacific sun?
poem by Steven Federle
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Last Text
Up against my throat, I hold a hunting knife
This text will be my last
For, when it's done, I'll take my life
Oh, I'll have a blast
Through my throat, the knife will cut
Causing blood to spurt out of the open wound
I get a feeling of relief in my gut
For I know it'll all soon be over and done
And this text will be my last
It would be easier with a gun
But, either way, it'll be a blast
I won't die fast
But, oh, how it'll be a blast!
poem by Amy Parkinson
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Crucial forty
At forty a woman is threatened
Of losing ever her charm and
To test her worthiness, is inclined,
Edging to adultery at hand.
Above forty a man is warned
Of his age and weary of his wife.
To test his vim he is emboldened,
Waging adultery in wiles.
Potent woman often slips.
Virulent man often hooks.
Law is to transgress,
Code is to infringe,
When instincts spurt.
12.10.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man is potato.
Ego wounded, anger bursts.
Senses purred, desires spurt.
The built in anger and desire
Work as drives for man efforts.
Assaulted by a white in Africa,
Gandhi fought against the whites in India.
Enamoured by the cute Cleopatra,
Julius Caesar helped her get her throne.
It’s anger that spurs you.
It’s desire that tempts you.
Without anger or desire
A man is mere potato.
04.11.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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For One To Be In Love
The one in love
Feels that he is the king of everything
He possesses the moon and rides
On the wind upon his horse
He becomes as fluid as light
Escaping the view of the eye
And the notes on his diaries
Become fields of roses and daisies
When he loves
Fountains spurt from his ten fingers
Waterfalls pour from his mouth
And butterflies come out
From his tongue
When he loves
He runs out of time
All the waves lick his feet
All the leaves sing
All the clouds smile at him
The sun caresses his hair
The earth spins only for him
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bells
Bells are ringing! Away! In wilds
Blaring aloud enchanting tales
Again trailing under deafening gales
Bells are ringing! Within! In mind
Peeling out plucky feelings to spurt
As well thundering every confession to blurt
Bells are ringing! Always! In life!
Scaring every step you tread! You dare!
Sparing once in a sin you perpetrate
Bells! Bells! Bells! Every where
Caressing the undulated inner lines
Polishing the dormant senses
Loud or mellowed
Harsh or sonorous
Have a heart! Find a taste!
For the chimes that define
Every plane and élan
Sathya…..
poem by Sathya Narayana
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