Most of the time it's the parents who recognise me. They try to tell their kids, 'Look, it's Giselle,' and I say, 'No, no, no, don't ruin this for them,' because I'm usually standing there with my hair sideways and no make-up on. And the kid is saying, 'That is not Giselle. No way. That is some worn-out girl who really needs a bath.'
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Perpetual Being
Sing me a song
a song
of you and me
of how
we used to be
a song
that tingles
at my feet
closing my eyes
swaying to the beat.
Sing me a song
sweet in taste
filled with
feelings of
holy grace
a song
which ignites
the lonely sticken
lying peacefully
as our souls
escapes
to heaven.
Written by: - Giselle Joseph
poem by Giselle Joseph
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The Devil On The Tree
It was coming on up to Christmas
When I received an unusual text,
‘We're travelling round the country and
We thought we'd visit you next.'
It was signed Giselle, the cousin from Hell,
And I shook right down to my boots,
For ‘we' meant daughter Annabelle Leigh
With a reputation to suit.
I think she was sired by a Demon down
In the Seventh Circle of Hell,
She'd never been smacked, not even a tap
When she'd scream, and shout and yell,
Her mother was one of those wussy types
Who'd studied psychology,
Was into behaviour models, rather
Than putting her over her knee.
They came with their bag and baggage, said
They'd only be here for a month,
And Annabelle Leigh went on a spree
Spitting all over our lunch,
‘Now don't be naughty, ' her mother said,
‘Or you'll make your uncle mad! '
‘I hate him! ' she said, looking at me,
‘You tell him he's not my Dad! '
I thought, ‘Thank God for that! ' there are
Small mercies in this world,
And one, not being the father of
This hateful, spiteful girl,
She turned my home to a charnel house
When she cauterised the cat,
Burning the fur of my Burmese with
A basin of scalding fat.
I asked if ever she'd sought the help
Of a child psychologist,
Giselle just sat and she simpered, ‘Oh,
She's never as bad as this!
You must have done something to worry her,
Keep calm, and try to be nice.'
But I was too busy to answer, while
Packing the cat in ice.
‘Children need to feel valued, ' said
Giselle, one day to me,
But I was stood by the window
Watching her kid ring-bark my tree,
She cut off the neighbour's pony-tail
As she lay asleep on the deck,
My hands were jerking in spasms as
I thought of them round her neck.
At Christmas-time out shopping she
Demanded the best of dolls,
Would scream, and fill up the shopping cart
With fairies, dwarfs and trolls,
But when it was too expensive and
Giselle said, ‘Put it back! '
She'd lie on the floor and hold her breath
‘Til her face was almost black.
On Christmas Eve, I trimmed the tree
At about the midnight hour,
As I wrapped the various packages, I
Could feel her in my power,
She wouldn't forget this Christmas was
The promise I made to me,
For two could play at the naughty game
She'd find out, Annabelle Leigh!
I took the fairy from the top
Of the tree that it had graced,
Unwrapped the special surprise I'd bought
And put it in her place,
A large black rubber devil with
Red eyes and a pair of horns,
And a tongue that sprung from its evil face
For a foot and a half or more.
I'd coated the tongue with Rapid-fix
That instant stick cement,
And added the smell of rotting flesh
And Burmese excrement,
At dawn, when Annabelle Leigh came down
She looked for the fluffy dog,
But when she opened the parcel it
Was just my exploding frog!
The frog was coated in treacle that
Was stuck to her hands and hair,
She got out a single scream before
Her mother came running there,
The spring released on the devil that
Came leaping out of the tree,
Its tongue flew out, and stuck to the lip
Of that darling, Annabelle Leigh.
She stared in the big black devil's eyes
As it hung, and bounced from her lip,
The eyes popped out and revolved as well,
Giselle came out, and flipped,
I doubt they'll ever dropp in on me
Again, they left in a whirl,
Annabelle sees a psychiatrist,
A well behaved little girl!
23 November 2012
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Sex Tape [Awkward Car Ride]
Jason Segel, Giselle Eisenberg, Sebastian Hedges Thomas
from Sex Tape (2014)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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When I grow up I am going to be a ballerina. I will be in Giselle. It will be so much fun being a ballerina.
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Betrayed!
Giselle and I had been toughing it out,
With arguments every day,
She loved to spend, and I was the bank
To the point that I said, ‘No way! '
Then she pouted, much as she'd always done
And she dragged me into her bed,
That was the weapon she always used
When trying to turn my head.
She spent it faster than I could earn
Though I'd had a win on the gee's,
A seeming broken-down six year old
A gelding with rickety knees,
I knew the horse was a stayer, though
In a field of sprinting mares,
And after the twenty-five hundred mark
Went rocketing past them there.
I'd dropped a grand, two hundred to one,
The bookies had thought me mad,
But I was rolling in bags of cash
That evening, back at my pad.
Giselle had snaffled a grand or two,
The rest went into the bank,
I wanted to buy a house and land
And I had that horse to thank.
Giselle just wanted to spend and spend
And I finally told her ‘No! '
It was more important to save than splash
On clothes or a picture show,
She'd disappear for days on end
Then come back, looking for cash,
And every time that I told her no
She'd use her tongue, like a lash!
I got a call on a Thursday night
To meet her up in the town,
She wanted to meet in the basement
Of a car-park, underground,
I thought I should, I could meet her there
And finally call it quits,
There wasn't a whole lot of love to share,
That part had fallen to bits.
I parked the car and I saw her there
But she stood, and waited for me,
Close to a concrete pillar, then
A shadow was all I could see,
A guy came out and pointed a gun
And Giselle said, ‘Go on, shoot! '
I heard the retort, two bullets fired
As they tore through my business suit.
I don't recall there was too much pain
Just the echoing sound of the shots,
I swayed and crumpled, my knees gave way
I thought I was dead on the spot.
I lay unable to move while she
Rifled my pockets through,
Took my passbook, spat in my face,
Said: ‘That's what I think of you! '
They found me there in a pool of blood,
I don't remember the rest,
The police were sat by my hospital bed,
They said they'd made an arrest.
They'd picked the guy and had matched the gun
When Giselle had put him in,
And he must have emptied my bank account,
She said - It was all just spin!
They thought they'd left me for dead out there,
Had freaked when I was alive,
Giselle thought she could cover herself
By telling a thousand lies,
She'd been ‘an innocent bystander',
She said, was scared by the gun,
She'd wanted to meet me there, she said,
Hit the town, and have some fun.
She came to visit and sat by the bed,
Looked sick and she cried a lot,
She asked me what I remembered, and
I said, ‘Not even a jot! '
I could have had her arrested then,
Made a statement based on fact,
But I had my very own vengeful thoughts,
And that would put paid to that.
The shooter they found dead in his cell,
Strung up with a blue striped tie,
He just couldn't face a life in jail
While Giselle stayed high and dry.
They'd seen each other behind my back
She'd sucked him in for the kill,
I hid my total contempt for her
But it called for an iron will.
It took three months and she moved back in,
She was finally over her fear,
But needed to cover herself, I knew
She'd leave, when the coast was clear!
She had my money, all stashed away,
In a locker at Central Park,
I'd found the key in her underwear
As I roamed around in the dark.
One night I said we should take the train,
Go down and take in a show,
We got to the end of the platform, and
I hustled her down below,
Down and into the tunnel, said:
‘We're taking a shorter way! '
Revenge is a dish served cold, I thought,
I was cold as cold that day.
We came to an iron grating that
I lifted, to hustle her down,
Down on a rusty ladder to
The sewers, run under the town.
I cuffed her there to a water pipe
While she screamed and kicked and spat,
When I left her stood in the sewage there
I could see the first grey rat!
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Parents Vs Children
Things that i don't understand in this world is that why do some people
get into relationship, getting married, enjoying life and making love.
But when it comes to children or when they already have kids, they
could not accept their responsibilities as parents. They do have
regrets of having kids especially if the kids are naughty, giving problem
or giving them headaches. They always beating, shouting, saying bad words to the kids saying wish you never exist, wish you never been born.
Instead of being calm, giving advice, doing good things which would make their children happy and be proud to have good parents.
Instead of thinking good ideas which would make them close to each other
.
Child is a child, they need more time with their parents. They need
attention, care, and love. Children are curious to everything, they need
to know antyhing as part of growing up. They need the guidance of
parents, but what I see nowadays is different. Parents just give material things to show their love for their kids.
Some parents just go out to parties, shopping, prefer to hang out with their friends rather than their kids. Then they just leave the children
to the nannies/babysitter.
Parents make their children be far from them instead children to get
close to the nannies who always there for them and give the love to the children. Parents must be a role model for the children, but what i see
now is that children do as what their parents do, they become more liberated.
There are also some parents who give up for their children. Some choose their own happiness, they don't like to stay at home with their kids. especially if thier husband dont have time for them too. the tendency, both couple would have a problem that result to divorce.
Where is the love that they shared? where is the promises and vows they had?
poem by Judith Kempis
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Random Thoughts
i
i YET have to
see a little black girl
wishing that
she is white.
ii
that little brown girl
over there
sitting in one of the
dark corners of her own
messy tropical world
wish that her skin
is white her hair blond
her parents
either British or
American
iii
i wish that kids
shall remain as kids forever
not minding
the color of the skin
when they become
full blown
adults.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cold Hunter
Crouching in the bushes
With fierce yellow eyes
Bright with excitement
Glowing as they land on
Unsuspecting prey
A predator in its element
Watching Intently
For a sign of weakness
Waiting Patiently
For a chande to strike
A focused mind
With no conscience
Cares nothing for your strife
Compassion and Sympathy
Deflect off its icy bones
poem by Giselle Miller
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Old Age, Go Away
When are we consider old?
when the years past so quickly
being a kid with no worries
to a teen with rebel ways, to parents dismay
young adult leads to a partying way
maturing thru the years to become a respected adult
responsibilities and family life changes people
before time fly, aging needs a break
for real it does, it's not fair to fly
middle aged, worn out, heading to retirement
can't wait for that day, everyone says
to tell the true I rather work, that's my pitch
getting old for the rockers and the canes
just has to stay away, I have so many things to do
see more the world, meet many people
play with the kids and the grand kids
stop that hour glass from draining
I have a lot of things on my mind
time will take my mind
the wrinkles and the gray hair can wait
same with the balding
Aging for the years can wait, oh it can wait
young and childish mind, I have
will make me feel young, well into my years
till it catches my worn broken body
Old age stay away, For I am Young
poem by Michael Peterson
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Anger Dwells Within
Despair brandish me
Hate envovles me
Spite provokes me
Crime erupts me
Lust surrounds me
Rumor depises me
Jealousy robes me
Deceit kills me.
I can't breathe
please help me! !
Rape shames me
Murder detains me
Incest follows me
Alcohol hooks me
Drugs destroys me
Politics betrays me
Family defaces me
Life mocks me.
I can't breathe
please help me! !
poem by Giselle Joseph
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The Little...* X
The little girl is looking for her mommy
But too bad shes a druggie
The little girl starts to cry
Her mommy's going to die
The little girl says wheres daddy
The moms stuck up and acts all bratty
The little girl screams for her dad
But the mom only gets mad.
The little boy is looking for his brother
But the mom doesn't even bother
The little boy screams out where are you
But the mom won't even listen for a few
The little boy doesn't know his brother is dead
But the mom had not said
The little boy starts to cry
His brother had to die.
The little baby cries for food
But the parents act all rude
The little baby has to see the doctor
But the parents are just mockers
The little baby has a few minutes to live
But the parents can't even give
The little baby breathes her last breath
But the parents continue to do meth.
*(A poem for the kids rejected, Because they were neglected, For their parents who were infected) *
poem by Magic What'sHerName
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXXVI: Ruin
Do not ruin a good story
Do not ruin a perfect plan
Do not ruin a flawless lie
Do not ruin a great sacrifice
Do not ruin a hard work
Do not ruin a long trust
Do not ruin a magical moment
Do not ruin a golden opportunity
Do not ruin the current mood
Do not ruin an innocent dream
Do not ruin a sweet memory
Do not ruin a fair game
Do not ruin a mutual agreement
Do not ruin a smiling face
Do not ruin the flowing river
Do not ruin the sequence order
Do not ruin the standard procedure
Do not ruin the prepared show
Do not ruin a complete circle
Do not ruin a final ending
Do not ruin the leisure time
Do not ruin the aiming shot
Do not ruin the hidden purpose
Do not ruin a genius idea
Do not ruin the dead price
Do not ruin a determined mind
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Boy/girl
Boy-girl, boy-girl
When a boy meets a girl
Boy-girl
Finding out
Im finding out the things
That Ive been talking about
Im finding all the things
That Ive been missing out
Finding all the things
I lose my mind
Sometimes fall behind
You and I we live on the big ship
And time goes by
You make up and I believe a ladys lie
The skinheads call it strawberries and cream
Sometimes I scream
Boy-girl, boy-girl
When a boy meets a girl
Boy-girl
We go out
A picture or a disco or a roundabout
I walk you home, I hold you there
Youre giving out
I open doors so I can shut your face
Know your place
Boy-girl, boy-girl
When a boy meets a girl
Boy-girl
You can take me in your hand
Stand back, leave me, come in
Up and down and all around
You will sideways to the ground
Boy-girl, boy-girl
When a boy meets a girl
[repeat until end]
song performed by by U2
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Im just a girl
I am just a girl
I don’t have to be perfect
I am working on being myself
And I’m not going to change for you
I am just a girl
Wanting to be loved
For who I am
Not who you want me to be
I am just a girl
I’m not that different to you
Treat me right
And treat my fair
I am just a girl
Not an alien
I’m not trying to ruin everything
I just want to be were I belong
I am just a girl
Standing in front of a guy
Asking him to love her
I am just a girl
poem by Alexandra Puddle
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Sideways
Step inside the reason why we look together then we find
Come inside the worlds a ball we rise above it as we fall
Everybodys open air so love me love me -- love me where?
A million things and one to fly (say) lifes a witch and then you smile
Took a trip inside
Your heart has seen much better days
Before we hit the high heres to you
Sideways
The moon is warm the rivers high and love, forever never dies
Check inside yourself and see that life is what you want to be
Took a ride inside
Your heart has seen much better days
And before we hit the right one heres to you, sideways
Heres looking at you sideways
Sideways
Dreaming of you sideways
Sideways
Had a dream where everybody looked like someone else
The farthest I could get from was the closest to myself
Tonite Ill dream tomorrows going to be that better day
And in the morning Ill remember you, sideways
Sideways
Sideways
Heres looking at you sideways
Sideways
Im dreaming of you sideways
Gonna give it to you sideways
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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Unfolding The Cycle
You can't destroy
anger by anger
cruelty by cruelty
or
hate by hate.
As daylight
can be seen
through very small holes
so
little things
reveal your character
thus
anger- can be overcome by forbearance
cruelty- can be overcome by non-violence
and
hate- can be overcome by charity and compassion.
poem by Giselle Joseph
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The Girl With
it all, is standing by the coffee machine,
she is straightening her perfect hair
the girl with it all is checking her diary
& I'm nowhere near it
the girl with it all is fixing her make up,
It was fine just twenty minutes ago,
the girl with it all is tired of being asked out on dates,
the girl with it all wants more
But the girl with it all will grow up before long
and her looks may soon fade away
she can't rely on a grin & a wink
tomorrow will no doubt become today
The girl with it all is pushing a pram,
the girl with it all is on welfare
the girl with it all just about remembers
a previous life of devil may care
poem by Jason Jackson
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Bath room song
The girl was
Singing open
Door
Bath room...
Song is
Very nice...
Take the bath
That youg girl
Very pice....
Bath room
For song...
Not for girl...
With out door bath room
Only...
The girl was wonder
Song of body
Singing too bath...
Water was look and feel
Very nice...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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It Happens All The Time
It is strange how sometimes
we can recognise someone instantly
after a distance of years,
yet others we do not recognise at all.
This has happened a number of times to me.
The one I thought I would recognise
I could easily passed them on the street,
yet the ones who are strangers
I recognise instantly.
There is no logic in this,
but it happens all the time.
31 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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I think by the time I was born, my parents had pretty well run the gauntlet with their kids. The novelty had kind of worn off by the time the twelfth child was born. I was lucky to get fed and changed, picked up and taken to school.