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Success in marriage does not come merely through finding the right mate, but through being the right mate.

quote by Barnett Brickner
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You're My Mate

Ill tell you what I think, I think shes a cow
Shes let you down too many times now
Lets go for a drink, forget it for now
Put It behind you, I think its your round
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate
Ill tell you what I think, I think hes a pain
He aint got a car, but he drives you insane
Lets go for a drink and sink a few
Enough about him lets talk about you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
TAXI

song performed by by Right Said Fred
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Marriage Breakers Tent

‘Cuppa tea’, me mate said to me
‘Sure’, said I with a smile
‘Then I’ll be putting the kettle on
It will only take a wee while.’

We sat there in the twilight
Chattin’ as the sun set low
Sippin’ on our cups o’ tea
And watchin’ the campfire glow.

When – BANG – I fairly jumped
Flamin’ well caught me on the hop -
A rusty old truck had backfired
And came to a sudden stop.

This old bloke and his wife climbed out
And started to unpack their load
Cursin’ as they threw their stuff
Right across the road.

Then out they come with the canvas
Old and ripped and spent
Me mate said, will you not be lookin’ at that
It’s a marriage breakers tent.

It was enormous – humungus
It was coloured green and brown
And tryin’ to erect this type of tent
Could, well, perhaps bring a marriage down.

‘You’ve got it round the wrong way
You’ve got it inside out
That’s not the door it’s the window’
The wife began to shout.

‘Leave me alone, who’s doin’ this
Get out of me flamin’ hair
Go and blow the mattress up
And get rid of all that air.’

The night came down and the moon went up
But the tent was far from done
‘Bet you a fiver’, me mate grinned at me
‘That it’s not up before the sun’.

And he could have been right, I surmised
As they kept up the hullabaloo
‘Don’t tie that flamin’ rope down there
I’ll trip over it when I get up to go to the loo.’

On and on and on they went
Til finally – ‘That’ll do – it’s good enough
I’ll fix the rest tomorrow
But now I’m really stuffed’.

‘Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow – always tomorrow
Why can’t you get things right
Why, you said yourself this morning
We’re only camping over night.’

‘Another cuppa’, said me mate
And I knew just what he meant
When he said, ‘will you be not looking at that
It’s a marriage breakers tent.’

Bill Clohesy 2007 - Inspired by Matt at Lake School Koroit - 2007

poem by Bill Clohesy
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A Mate can do no Wrong

We learnt the creed at Hungerford,
We learnt the creed at Bourke;
We learnt it in the good times
And learnt it out of work.
We learnt it by the harbour-side
And on the billabong:
'No matter what a mate may do,
A mate can do no wrong!'
He’s like a king in this respect
(No matter what they do),
And, king-like, shares in storm and shine
The Throne of Life with you.
We learnt it when we were in gaol
And put it in a song:
' No matter what a mate may do,
A mate can do no wrong!'
They’ll say he said a bitter word
When he’s away or dead.
We’re loyal to his memory,
No matter what he said.
And we should never hesitate,
But strike out good and strong,
And jolt the slanderer on the jaw –
A mate can do no wrong !

poem by Henry Lawson
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My hut

My house in a slum is a hut.
To it I return every night.
In it lives as grown stale my mate.
My hut and my mate are a safe bet
To me who am shut to other huts.
To sleep in I return to my hut.
To sleep with, I return to my mate.
I am used to it, though a hut.
19.03.2007.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I'm In Love With a Poet

You’re my soul mate
I know it, I feel it, its fate
You were born June 8,1977
I was born June 1,1977
You’re a poet by heart, it’s your destiny
You caress each word with your creativity
Spilling your soul like no other brother
Chilling the heart of this sister
You broke up with her again
Maybe you weren’t meant to be friends
Because you’re my soul mate
Although you’re a college dropout
I am here to catch you
To take you to your graduation
So don’t worry about the late registration
And all the heartbreaks
Cause I have what it takes
Cause you’re my soul mate
Let’s date
Maybe consummate
All those other girls
Girly girls
Or guys looking like girls
Don’t player-hate
Cause he’s my soul mate
No more bitter sweet loving
For my American boy
Cause he has found his soul mate

poem by Tracey Tucker
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Mate Soul

To find mate soul
Its like asking a dream
to become reality

becouse mate soul is
that what you feel
to someone
the fluid that carries
little butterflies in stomach
sweet drunkennes without alcohol

Mate soul is
when you see reality

sometimes feel that
his mouth stinks
you do not like the same
music every day

to go fishing even
when his mother
came to guests

but he makes same good cofee
its still buys you gifts
stands up to kiss you
when you come tired from work,
and when you sober of
sweet drunenness
and still feel a sweet taste.
This is mate soul

poem by Jankovic Zoran
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The Three Maidens

There were three maidens met on the highway;
The sun was down, the night was late:
And two sang loud with the birds of May,
O the nightingale is merry with its mate.

Said they to the youngest, Why walk you there so still?
The land is dark, the night is late:
O, but the heart in my side is ill,
And the nightingale will languish for its mate.

Said they to the youngest, Of lovers there is store;
The moon mounts up, the night is late:
O, I shall look on man no more,
And the nightingale is dumb without its mate.

Said they to the youngest, Uncross your arms and sing;
The moon mounts high, the night is late:
O my dear lover can hear no thing,
And the nightingale sings only to its mate.

They slew him in revenge, and his true-love was his lure;
The moon is pale, the night is late:
His grave is shallow on the moor;
O the nightingale is dying for its mate.

His blood is on his breast, and the moss-roots at his hair;
The moon is chill, the night is late:
But I will lie beside him there:
O the nightingale is dying for its mate.

poem by George Meredith
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Marriage Mission

Countless couple cut communication
Communication cut, cripples courtship
Continuous communication creates;
Captivating colourful courtship

Most married men make many mistakes
Mates misunderstand marriage’s missions
Marriage’s missions: mentoring, maturing, multiplication, mating
Mission missed marriage messed
Mate must meet marriage’s missions
Mission met marriage mended

poem by Cephas Rotimi Oluwaseyitan
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Mate-man, Mate-woman

Mate-man, mate-woman were expressions
Jack London’s wife and Jack would use,
not only in their mating sessions
but whenever they would schmooze.
Daddy-boy and Mother-girl
were alternatives, but I
prefer the mate words when I whirl
my woman round while feeling spry.
Partners should not be a daddy
or a mother when they mate,
for how could they then be the baddie
whom lusty lovers love to date?

I get pleasure in abundance
from my mate, though she’s a mother,
Croydon hoyden she, I London’s
imperfect product whom no other
has managed to call from the wild,
domesticate, however rash
I used to be, a London child.
For her I even take out trash,
mate-woman always to me, and
the trophy of the man she twirls
around her here in La-La land,
the greatest of all Mother girls.

Inspired by Thomas Meaney’s review of Paul Malmont’s novel “Jack London in Paradise” (“Jack London, island playboy, ” LA Times, January 5,2009) :

[T]he sex scenes in 'Jack London in Paradise' come as an unexpected pleasure. Here is Jack with his temptress wife, Charmian: 'With a mournful groan, he slid onto the bed next to her... she placed her hand tenderly on his belly then slowly slid it down to where everything remained soft.' To which Charmian responds, winningly: 'Here in Aloha-land you'll grow as strong as you ever were... My Mate-Man.' Under the covers, Malmont is at his campy best, whether he means it or not (and yes, he is on firm historical footing - 'mate-man' and 'mate-woman' were the Londons' actual pet names for each other) .

1/5/09

poem by Gershon Hepner
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And He

And He created us,
Humans with two heads,
Four arms,
Four legs

And He saw us,
Playing,
Caressing,
Making love,
Give Birth,
And died

And yet He
Was not happy
He decided to tear
Us apart

And He putted the one
In the North
And the other
In the South

And He believed
That they never would
Find each other
Again

And He forget
One thing
How far away your
Soul mate is
There is always
The invisible
Bound of ties

And He can
Be angry
But they’ll always
Find the other half
In each
Circle of life

And He can do
Whatever he wants to do
But they’ll always
Play,
Care,
Give Love,
Give Birth,
And die after
Finding their
Soul mate

poem by Pascale Ost
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Sonnet: God-given Spouse is Best

The horse once wild looks well-trained and now tamed;
It found a mate to graze life together;
Her joyful heart, no longer looks now maimed;
Both have a mead and life’s changing weather.

The bird once freed enters her cage again;
She isn’t alone, her mate with her resides;
The cage is cozy, boon and not a bane;
It looks so roomy for God dwells besides.

’Tis left to us in life to remain wild;
Marriage is like a bridle and a cage;
No one forever can remain a child;
Most raise a family and die with age.

God-given spouse is best for everyone;
Tho’ many stars, the earth has just one sun!

9-26-2002

poem by John Celes
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It is well within the order of things that man should listen when his mate sings; but the true male never yet walked who liked to listen when his mate talked.

quote by Anna Wickham
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Kent: It is the stars, the stars above us, govern our conditions. Else one self mate and mate could not beget such different issues.

line from King Lear, Act IV, Scene 3 by William Shakespeare (1606)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Why Sex Before Marriage?

Marriage sanctifies sex,
sex consummates marriage.
But why prefer sex before marriage,
is there one or more reasons to consider?

Virginity:
Maybe its still men's quest,
a priority test for him as the best.
So that the mating could be marked,
as something worth experience to take.

Sensuality:
The best part in sex is sensuality,
that each mate could get from sex.
The manner a partner performs well,
is much desired by almost hot lovers.

Sexuality:
Science could enhance state of sexuality,
cosmetology can recreate the transformation.
By sex before marriage a person can discern,
is the smart way to test the true lover's affinity.

Compatibility:
Sexual compatibility excites much pleasure,
Aside from love it is where both are in tune.
And to know what degree of zest it can set,
through sex before marriage is the gauge.

poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Sikhsya

Ai pathara mate deichhi sikhsya
Kahichhi jare ja pathara hoi ja
Mu maruchhi pathara hoi na pari.

Mate sunaichhi gita ai pathara
Aau ai pathara mate sunaichhi
Aakasha aakasha au mu rati adhare
Pathara upare basi pacharichhi
Taranka bayasa.

Dekhichhi ai patharaku padiamajhire
Dekhichhi ambagachha tale
Dekhichhi puneire
Janichhi a pathara pain
Rahichhi mo ghara mo sansara.

A patharaku athu uthaiba nain prasna
janichhi ai pathara mate dhari
Rakhichhi mularu aau mu pathara sahita
Jaichhi udi sata samudra tera nai jouthi
Nain nain.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Mate selection

Mating among animals and birds takes place
Not by proximity but by mate selection.
There is among humans mate selection.
Distant people are thus getting married.
18.06.2009

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fifteen Factors Which Determine Everything: Life's Equasions

The Fifteen Factors Which Determine Everything

GH- Genetic History
PH= Personal History or Environment
C= Circumstances
D= Desire
L= Luck
PB= Personal Biology+Pheromones-(Chemical Makeup)
E= Economic Deprivation-Rich or poor or in between.
CL= Charismatic Leader-Family, Poliltical, or World
P= Politics-
ES= Economic Surplus-Deprivation
ED= Education
CS= Cultural-Social Factors
NB Nuclear Bombs
OPP= Opportunity
X= The Unknown Factor

How Your Life Will Go =GH+PH+C+D+OPP+L+ED

Your Personality =GH+PH+PB

Mating, Attraction and Sex =D+OPP+PB+L+C

Successful Marriage =GH+C+PB

War =E+CL+P+C

Peace =ES+ED+P+CS

Finding A Mate =D+OPP+PB+L

Finding a Girl-Boy Friend =D+OPP+Dumb L

Being President =D+C+L

Being Handsome or Pretty =GH+PH+PB

Being A Genius =NO SUCH L

Becoming Wealthy =C+L

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Pride aping humility

A class mate of mine is extremely rich.
One of my cousins has grown powerful.
A village mate is a judge in the High Court.
None of them is in my contact list.

I’m humble; they’re big. Let them be as they are.
Standing by them, why must I show myself small
Though by that to others I shall be big?
This is what’s the pride that apes humility.
20.05.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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