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A woman may have a witty tongue or a stinging pen but she will never laugh at her own individual shortcomings.

quote by Irvin S. Cobb
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A Stinging From A Venomous Tongue

What's been done...
Will always come back to be,
Left for another...
To be delivered,
And...received.
With a stinging from a venomous tongue.
And a stunning meaning to leave stung.

And,
Deserved...
When,
Someone gets to receive...
A stunning meaning to leave stung.
From,
A stinging from a venomous tongue.
A stinging from a venomous tongue.

And,
Deserved...
When someone gets to receive,
A...
Stunning meaning to leave stung.
From...
Someone with a venomous tongue.
And a stinging of it meant to be done.

It's...
Deserved!
When someone gets to receive,
A...
Stunning meaning to leave stung.
From...
Someone with a venomous tongue.
And a stinging of it meant to be done.
A stinging of it meant to be done.

It's...
Deserved!
When someone gets to receive,
A stinging from a venomous tongue.
And a stinging of it meant to be done.
From someone with a venomous tongue.

It is deserved...
When someone gets to receive,
A...
Stinging from a venomous tongue.
With a venom spewed from someone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Had A Talk With A Woman Just A While Ago

I had a talk with a woman just a while ago
Well, she is not just a woman,
She is that woman
The other woman,
That he always brags about,
Witty, witty, tweedy, tweet,
& shitty
To me, forgive me, but she is

Witty too, wait,

I wish him dead and for weeks I will be wearing black
Custom,
Tradition they say,
It will be my color of good riddance
Of this bastard of that woman
Sleeping in bed squeezing some drops of life
To lengthen that sense of agony,
Waiting on a chair
In a hospital room as though I am a passenger
On a plane on a flight to nowhere

Well, at least I have shown some chunks of my
Being nasty and
Well,
This touch of class that money always
Gives,
But I showed my wit,
My shit,
And she did not believe it,
Well,
At least, I am consoled,
I am the lie
And she will be the truth for a time
Until
Another encounter, with a web cam this time,
Perhaps tomorrow
When black will be the color of the week,
Or I will
Compromise for white,
Just in case, she still insists that I am still a lie
Just like him with her in some greenish spacious cyber bed.

Just a while ago, I had a talk with that woman,
she will feel what I feel she will.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.

quote by George Meredith
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To such idle talk it might further be added: that whenever a certain exclusive occupation is coupled with specific shortcomings, it is likewise almost certainly divorced from certain other shortcomings.

quote by Carl Friedrich Gauss
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The only laugh that man will ever get in his life is by stripping and showing off his shortcomings.

quote by David Niven
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A Walmart Parking Lot

To laugh at life
You have to have,
A perpetual sense of humor.

If you laugh,
They say,
The life you live,
Will potentially,
Last much longer.

I am sitting in the dark,
Stranded,
In a Walmart parking lot,
And finding it,
Hard to laugh.

I cannot see the humor in,
My current situation.
I am desperately in need,
Of some comic revelation.

Then suddenly,
It dawns on me.
And I can see,
My poetry,
Is witty confirmation.

With words and rhyme,
I laugh at me,
And thus embrace,
Salvation.

poem by Connie Crane
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There Used To Be Days

There used to be days,
when i was a witty and humorous guy,
that i could make people laugh,
until they start to cry,
and i would often create stories
filled with such a humor and joy,
that everybody would ask me
how can u do it every time oh boy.
There used to be days....

Often i would tell things in such a way,
and often i would act in such a way,
that nobody could resist to laugh,
however hard they may try,
and even if it would be late for the day,
and even if i would be done for the day,
people used to hold me by hand,
and they wont let me say good bye.
There used to be days....

While i was cruising really very fast,
one day something happened that almost broke me apart,
and in those few hours of storm,
i lost whatever wit and humor i ever had,
i thought the things would improve,
but nothing happened as the days passed by,
and i the witty and humorous guy became a silent and shy guy.
but there used to be days...

now nobody laughs at my jokes,
however hard i may try,
and in such a despaired state i am,
that for myself often i cry,
But my heart says to me, keep on giving a try,
life would flip again someday,
and people would again start to laugh at my jokes,
whenever any i will say,
but till now only i can say
that there used to be days...

poem by Sunny Mittal
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Meeting You

Early September was the first day of school,
I did not know you,
But your laugh captured me.
My eyes met with yours,
Now you’re the only one I see.

Mid September I asked you out.
Filled in my heart,
was so much doubt.
You are so pretty and witty too.
Do you like me?
I really like you.
At first the few weeks were pretty rough,
not many people wanted us together,
but you went with your gut,
as did I.

New Year has come,
Were still together,
Keeping down our path,
warmth it brings me,
To know such a woman,
Standing beside me.

poem by Michael Rentz
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I'm Down

You telling lies thinking i can't see
You don't cry 'cos you're laughing at me
I'm down (i'm really down)
I'm down (down on the ground)
I'm down (i'm really down)
How can you laugh when you know i'm down
(how can you laugh) when you know i'm down.
Man buys ring woman throws it away
Same damn thing happens everyday
I'm down (i'm really down)
I'm down (down on the ground)
I'm down (i'm really down)
How can you laugh when you know i'm down
(how can you laugh) when you know i'm down.
We're all alone and there's nobody else
You still moan: "keep your hands to yourself!"
I'm down (i'm really down)
I'm down (down on the ground)
I'm down (i'm really down)
How can you laugh when you know i'm down
(how can you laugh) when you know i'm down.
Don't you know that i'm down (i'm really down)
Don't you know that i'm down (i'm really down)
Down on the ground (i'm really down)
Don't you know that i'm down (i'm really down)
Down, down, down.

song performed by by Beatles
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I am that woman

I am the woman you cannot stand
I am the woman you cannot part
I am the woman who will f*** your brains up
I am the woman who will make you love
I am the woman who will make you so mad you’ll forget your name
I am the woman who your mother will love
I am the woman who will make your mates laugh
I am the woman who will make you speak all night
I am the woman who will make you go ballistic
I am the woman who will annoy you all the time
I am the woman who you’ll find irresistibly cute
I am the woman who will make you forget what you do
I am the woman who you’ll spend all day in bed with
I am the woman who will make passionate love like a beast
I am the woman who will get you out of control
I am the woman who will make you lose your soul
I am the woman who you will accept defeat to
I am the woman who will make you sad when I leave the room
I am the woman who will drive you crazy when we meet
I am the woman who you’ll want to sit all night and stare me sleep
I am the woman who you’ll hate and love
And I am the woman who you’ll never f***ing forget!

…and you know it’s all true….

poem by Evita Velvet
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Chauvinist

I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat

Or squeeze, and then to tease her if it’s eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined –
And tho’ our needs are varied, girls, they’re all perverse of mind!

Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
‘Please! ’ we beg her, ‘bend and bare! ’ But we can only hope!

I’m sure by now you get the picture – like a rule of thumb –
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.

My dreams are of a
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The nicest talks about woman.......

The woman the society was divided in the middle, she breeds his another equity.

Commensurate with a love of the woman her revenge is.

The stupidest woman is capable of cheating the most intelligent man.

The woman maybe will pardon the treason but don't forget it.

a woman heart`s is a pearl needs a skilled hunter.

the more beautiful way to let the woman change her suggestion, is agree with her.

The satan the professeur of the man and the student of the woman.

The woman like the soft herbs the breeze bends in front of but he is not broken by the storm.

The honest woman makes you swallow, and intelligent she agitates your interest, and a beauty to attract you, and the softy wins you.

The woman is always afraid of the intelligent man who mocks her.

The woman will remain an unidentified riddle, while the man believes that he is being capable of his dissolution.

The woman smiles when she is victorious, and she cries when she wants

The woman remain in twentieth in her age, till the last moment in her life.

the woman learnt from the snake: The dancing.. The perfidy.. and long tongue.

The woman lights the fire by her smile, and she tries to extinguish her by her tears.

Not the woman who birth the children, a woman who make to grow them.

The woman without virtue, like a rose without a nice smell.

the last thing die in a man is his heart, and in a woman is her tongue.

The woman like the lyre gives her secret to who knows the playing on her.

The woman a satan whose manufacture is perfect...

and still more and more..

poem by Hazem Al Jaber
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Mother Tongue

A secretive being provides safety for the individual,
My cancers grow and multiply for every one acceptable.
Let hardness be attached to the so many words
In this high and mighty language, the one of hazards.
Must we seek caves and crevices for our illness
To disappear finally and successfully in stillness?
The being inside is like an island of woes,
I have hidden all these grand avocados.
Let secrets spoil the words so plentiful in this tongue,
The tongue is the mother tongue, and it is hung.

poem by Naveed Akram
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I am woman

I am woman I'm strong and proud
I'm not afraid to love or laugh out loud
I am woman exceptionally exceptional woman
that's me

I am woman I'm courageous and bold
I'm not afraid to give my heart and my soul
I am woman exceptionally exceptional woman that's me

I am woman I don't strive for perfection
I am not perfect at times I seek directions
I am woman exceptionally exceptional woman yes that's me.

poem by Cindy Cato
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Witty’s fight against the wind

It has been spoken that Witty, a boy from the village
it has been waggish, he has grieved everybody, it has seemed,
and everybody has envied him.
birds have only pecked from his palm
because they have become inured to him.

A slow wind has breathed over the village
and Witty has been amazed from it,
when the wind intensifies, the wind has blown out his hat.
he has followed vainly his hat with the look
but the hat has disappeared entirely.

The wind has blown then with force
to take houses and palings
and to destroy almost everything.
All the people have run cowardly
Witty has only coped with the wind because he has been a care-crow.

poem by Valentin Gabriel Cristea
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The Man Made Perfect

Every woman is perfect
every woman a breathe divine
every woman is individual
let each one uniquely shine.

The man that wakes up
and embraces this splendid truth
will have gained the world
and find himself perfect too.

poem by Frederick Kesner
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No woman can be handsome by the force of features alone, any more that she can be witty by only the help of speech.

quote by Langston Hughes
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Love Is Not A Joke

O You Aleesh,
You won me
by your devouring looks
and smiles enchaining.

I became myself
after two decades of
killing grief untold
from my hurt heart.
The flight of fancy
and tongue so witty,
my usual forte
came again to cheer my friends.

But you Aleesh,
you wanted me as a boyfriend.
Could this village youth
who never falls in love
but once fallen never forgets in life,
laugh, joke, dine and say bye
like a philanderer?

When you were betrothed
it never made me grievous.
I was just down and out.
“God bless her”,
my heart wished.
But when you went in dark
with the cunning hunter
before my sad, shocked eyes
you didn’t break my heart alone
but the heart of love itself.

poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XXII: Laugh

there's laugh, forced laugh
laugh, gentle rejection without word
laugh, looking sympathy with laugh
laugh but actually doesn't laugh
hiding anger, hiding pain
cheerful laugh but alone inside
why you try hard to impress people?
tired and wounded more
laughing your foolish joke
and crying life in the dark room
laugh for yourself
laugh with your heart
and you'll never regret to try an honest laugh

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Her Hidden Treasure

Her flame was only for the women –
Not for us unlucky men;
A weakness lay for feminine way:
To feel an even fairer skin
In silky slide.

Her lips were for the satin love that
Only flows from rising breast;
The creamy tan was not for man
To pull towards a chiselled chest
In weathered hide.

Her hidden treasure down below
Would shy away from macho length
And only rouse upon the blouse
Undone by other sapphic strength –
In time, inside!

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