She's been on more laps than a napkin.
quote by Walter Winchell
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Love In The Air
Love in the Breeze.
At the nearly empty parking lot, near the supermarket,
two plastic bags danced in the spring breeze.
They elegantly circled each other, came near, almost
touched, but danced away from one another only to
meet again in a close circle; know they shyly touched.
A paper napkin with smeared lipstick on wanted to
join in, but the two plastic bags had only eyes for each
other. Deeply humiliated the napkin took refuge under
a car, but the car drove off and it had nowhere to hide.
So it began dancing alone, in slow motion, with eyes
closed as it was dreaming and the lipstick smiled.
A gust of wind came blew the napkin high into the sky
and away from the parking lot to a secret place of peace
only exploited paper napkins know of.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Jeremy Engle
Jeremy Engle
Lives in a tangled
Rent controlled apartment
With his communist family
There are books all around them
The dining room table is lacquered
With news clippings
Yellowing badly
They argue at dinner
His brother's friends drop by
To throw a line in or two
About Tolstoy
They all play guitar
And they're all very far away
In their own minds
From the upper west side
Of manhattan
I never got past his
Googly eyes
That looked at me sadly
In mocking surprise
The way a lord looks at his placemat
Or a stain on his tie
It never happened for me
And Jeremy Engle though
Wanted to step through that portal
And try on that other dimension
Of high high browism
Jeremy's hair and brow
Grow very high
And no not I
I'm more of a napkin
Not blessed with the vision
Beyond how I'm matching
The china and wine
Now there are the Engles
Skewering men
And chewing through
Six pounds of venison
I bet they they shot up
In upstate New York
At their uncle's
Jeremy needs me
To wipe off his eye
Some gelatinous thingy
That his brother's rebuttaling
Mouthful let fly
Sometimes all you need is a napkin
Sometimes all you need is a napkin
song performed by by Liz Phair
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On My Laps
There is something between the legs and,
There is something between the lips;
But love does crown the way always,
And, here we are today!
I can converse with the intelligent beings,
But this love is hotter than July! !
And, i can make you sleep on my laps;
For ylour kisses are like the white calabash around me,
And like my maid who cleans my house in her bikini.
From the napkins to the blankets,
From your roses of love to the kisses of your lips,
And like, tending my garden and planting my seed of love;
But, i can k´make you sleep on my laps.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Laptop and She
Place she could sit, you have replaced.
Solutions for my leisure, you have traced.
She heated up laps and weight gave pain.
You are light and cool, can longer remain.
If involved in her, cut off from the world.
With you, always can get on to the world.
Even after given treats, she was smug.
It is enough for you, if you are plugged.
Dialling her number, waited for a long.
When press your button, you start along.
If you are charged, you do the work.
When she was charged, she was struck.
You solve my most problems like a genius
But seeing you on my laps, she’s zealous.
She is very proud of her being beautiful.
But I am proud of you for being you dutiful.
S.D. Tiwari
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poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Socrates seems to be the philosophical napkin with which the ensuing cultural thinkers of history wipe their mouths of pedantic ooze.
A Protest Poem...
a poem is a feeling
fragile, transitory, it does not
say anything
at all,
do no look for substance
it is not meat
it is a table napkin
i wipe my mouth and throw
it away.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Encounter
All the while they were talking the new morality
Her eyes explored me.
And when I rose to go
Her fingers were like the tissue
Of a Japanese paper napkin.
poem by Ezra Pound
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Laps of innocence
I swam through the snow
I swam the laps of innocence
The laps of an angel by my side
The sound of laughter by my side
The happiness swimming abreast of me
I rolled down the hills of light
I rolled unrolling the scrolls of innocence
The scrolls of all the white by my side
The hues of a multitude of smiles by my side
Joy cries joy screams abreast of me
It was so easy so easy to swim
So easy to swim the laps of innocence
The laps of an angel by my side
The sound of laughter by my side
The happiness swimming abreast of me
So easy to roll down the hills of light
To roll unrolling the scrolls of innocence
The scrolls of the white by my side
The hues of a multitude of smiles by my side
Joy cries joy screams abreast of me
The flickering whiteprints of a snowflake heart
The twinkling joy of my fast beating heart
The sparkling breath of my wind spinned heart
The shimmering light of my angel fed heart
The beat the beat of the snow spelled heart
So beautifully taken breath blown away
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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A Message
Send a message saying:
I am so sad.
Different answers you’ll get.
Are you sick?
Don’t be weak!
What’s happened?
Why are you saddened?
Do you need a napkin?
And only a true friend will answer:
I am coming!
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Nothing is more pleasant than to see a pretty woman, her napkin well placed under her arms, one of her hands on the table, while the other carries to her mouth, the choice piece so elegantly carved.
quote by Jean Anthelme Brillat Savarin
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The fact that I am still alive after 100,000 laps is my championship.
quote by Jacky Ickx
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Far Away
Sweeten your banks and come to me,
Over the fair times of love to share with you;
To nature and to me so dear i do pray,
Many works of love will meet our eyes one day.
In your laps with joy and peace,
Of old and young hearts in love;
Like an impetuous speed with its voluptuous smell.
Of mutual eyes so sweet,
Peal on peal like the loveliness of a muse;
That was far away like a dying gladiator.
He heard it but he heeded not,
She heard it but she heeded not,
That was far away like a dying gladiator.
In your laps with joy and peace,
Over the fair times of love to share with you;
Beauty is still here,
Love is still here,
Peace is still here,
In hot haste to satisfy you like the sea-wolf;
But life is like a warrior taking his rest.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When A Man Hasn't Been Kissed
When I haven't been kissed in a long time,
I walk behind well-dressed women
on cold, December mornings and shovel
the steamy exhalations pluming from their lips
down my throat with both hands, hoping
a single molecule will cling to my lungs.
When I haven't been kissed in a long time,
I sneak into the ladies room of a fancy restaurant,
dig into the trashcan for a napkin
where a woman checked her lipstick,
then go home, light candles, put on Barry White,
and press the napkin all over my body.
When I haven't been kissed in a long time,
I start thinking leeches are the most romantic
creatures, cause all they want to do is kiss.
If only someone invented a kinder, gentler leech,
I'd paint it bright pink and pretend
Winona Ryder's lips crawled off her face,
up my thigh, and were sucking on my swollen
bicep. When I haven't been kissed
in a long time, I create civil disturbances,
then insult the cops who show up,
till one of them grabs me by the collar
and hurls me up against the squad car,
so I can remember, at least for a moment,
what it's like to be touched.
poem by Jeffrey McDaniel
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To be honest, once you've driven around for about five, 10 laps, you don't notice a difference.
quote by Danica Patrick
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I will be better in Monte Carlo than I was in Phoenix. If I can't win maybe I will lead 50 laps.
quote by Jean Alesi
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But if you can find that spot - I suppose it's like running - I used to be a swimmer and swim laps, and you just have to be there with what you're doing.
quote by Bruce Nauman
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My engine hollers
On Nurburgring twelve laps
a monster maulers.
haiku by Giorgio Veneto (06 June 2012)
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Evening wind
Evening wind:
water laps
the heron's legs.
Translated by Robert Hass
poem by Yosa Buson
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