People should be allowed the freedom to make their own choices. They should be able to buy or not buy porn and be monogamous or promiscuous as they see fit.
quote by Chester Brown
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Freedom to Do
So many people around me.
The ones I love and the ones I hate.
I have the freedom.
I have the freedom to love.
I have the freedome to hate.
The freedom to care.
The freedom to concern
The freedom to worry
The freedom to be hurt
The freedom to be sad
The freedom to be happy
The freedom to say what i want to say.
All of these freedoms i have.
All of these feelings i have.
You could do anything with your freedom.
Let the chains break.
Spread your wings
And fly away.
Don't let anyone get you down.
Make sure you use your freedoms correctly
You use your feelings and freedoms to make friends and the right choices.
Understand your freedoms and feelings.
We have the freedom to do what our hearts yearn to do.
poem by Natalie Vail
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If you don't give your kid freedom to make choices with money, including stupid choices, he'll make plenty when he gets to college.
quote by John Gardner
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The fidelity question is difficult for me. Society has made us believe we're supposed to be monogamous when we're not killer whales, or whatever the monogamous species is.
quote by Rachel Hunter
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How a Poem is Like Porn
they are you know
some people pronounce poem....'pom'...with a long 'o'
(which made me think right off that the poem had an orgasm
and the 'O' was code)
Of course the 'O' is sexy all by itself (for obvious reasons...right?)
anyway I imagine the 'P' in 'porn' getting close to the 'O' and I have
imagined them on a sofa (sort of like a line of poetry if you will)
then they 'R' close to the 'N' so close that the 'R' morphs onto the 'N'
and you have 'POM' the aberrant spelling/pronunciation I mentioned before
some how the 'N' always spells 'nasty' in porn poems so...sobeit
when all the letters of porn got together to do IT
I saw pictures of their poetic offspring
and they look like their parents
especially around the orafaces....or is it orafaci
poem by Boink Boink
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Choices
Choices
Are a form of grace
To have a choice
A voice,
is a privilege
Choices can
Change situations
The right choices
can uphold mankind
for thousands of generations
Choices
becomes personal declarations
A vow for one to live by
There shall always be
difficult choices to make
inorder to survive
Therefore,
Choose wisely today
For tomorrow
Shall surely come and
The choices of today could
Makes all future matters
well done!
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Making choices
Life is about making choices
Success flows from right choices
Doing the right things
Doing them always right
Producing a giant of yourself
Becoming what you want to become
The choices are yours to make
The consequences are yours to take
So make the right choices
Choices that bring success
Success that builds self-esteem
And yield life, fully fulfilling.
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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Whose Freedom?
Freedom, freedom, freedom!
Whose freedom?
My freedom, your freedom, our freedoms;
Like e thousand times of a cry in a land!
Yes, they rule with iron-hand but,
We have to obey always;
A rule with an iron fist but,
We have to be the subjects always;
Whose freedom?
Look around you,
It is full of colours;
My freedom, your freedom, their freedoms!
Freedom, freedom, freedom! ! !
We nedd freedom than these shackles.
Whose freedom?
Free-free-free! Freedom to my people! !
Which people?
My people, your people, our peoples;
Have mercy on them and rule them with care.
We need freedom around us,
Whose freedom?
See the type of governments around you;
The people's freedom with an iron fist!
Tell me if all is well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Decisions
Decisions, decisions
Options and choices
That signify our freedom
But make life more difficult
All the same
But what would life be without
Decisions?
Would it be a meangless
Tangle of days after days?
A predetermined boring
Routine?
They make make life hard
But they can make it
So much better
Choices will come and go
But the decisions
Stay the same
poem by Autumn Winds
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Women are upcoming
Batsman theory [1948] is outdated.
Woman is no more investing
Her energy into mere
Child bearing and child rearing.
She is no more monogamous,
And competes with man on all counts,
That includes polygamy too.
Now both are in the love market
To test if they're still salable.
One third of women, like most men,
Are turned on porn and get aroused.
Seeing them, she spices up her lust.
Predatory sense has migrated
To woman, and men hence are blessed.
[based on a recent survey in England]
04.07.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Embracing impotence[A]
Sexual partners are hard to get;
Porn in the net is free for all.
Premarital sex is a crime;
Seeing porn all the time is within.
Addicted to seeing pictures,
Men develop an inability
To be turned on by girls in person.
Failure in bed after marriage
Is the matter of concern for both.
Guilt cripples him; hunger drives her out.
Childless, marriage heads to wreck.
Then mind is set to seeing only porn
And refuses to see the real partner.
It is the self inflicted impotence.
24.10.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Song Of The Flesh
Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson
Curse the wicked whisper here in this ear
Make my honey
Grind that salt before the rains come this year
Make it all muddy
So now you have called
And now you want to ring my neck
Oh baby you talk so tight
Tell me now whos all wet
I could kiss your promiscuous mind
My flesh is yours and there is nothing to fear
Make us all alone
Wind your watch and bless all my prayers
Make ready to get home
Oh now you get so hard
Now you ring my neck
Now you wanna talk so tight
Tell me whos all wet
I could kiss your promiscuous mind
I could kiss your promiscuous mind
Yes I could
I have four lone stars
That you have given me
Yeah, why dont you give it baby
Well, the feeling youre giving baby
Tell me, what you give away
Give it, give it, give it
song performed by by Black Crowes
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'Promiscuous' implies that I'm not choosy. In fact I'm very choosy. I just happen to have had a lot of choices.
quote by Jackie Weaver
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I try to exist in a world where there is freedom of opinion, where you're allowed to make jokes. I don't want to live in some PC world where no-one's allowed to say anything.
quote by Boy George
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Freedom
What does freedom really mean?
My mother letting me make decisions,
That is freedom.
The ability to make my own passion,
That is freedom.
Smiling when I want to not someone else does,
That is freedom.
My own love for my family,
That is freedom.
Being able to have a great time without being pressured,
That is freedom.
Having a destiny that is up to me,
That is freedom.
Being able to sit in tranquility by myself,
That is freedom.
Standing for my country with liberty on my own will,
That is what freedom really is.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Choices
I was walking all alone
Through a sideshow
With passion and pain
On each side
Something inside me was calling
For a chance to stay alive
At the time I dint know
What was calling
As my head was buried in grief
Today I heard what was crying
My freedom calling me
And we all make our choices
Like a blind man feels his way
And the choice
Ive made is simple
Passion over pain
When I got to
The end of the sideshow
And looked back
To where I had been
My eyes filled with
Teardrops of loneliness
For the ones
Who will never be fee
I thought of
The children in the sideshow
As they wandered
Around so confused
Some day
Theyll make their decision
But which one will they choose
And well all make our choices
Like a blind man feels his way
And the choice
Ive made is simple
Passion over pain
And well all make our choices
Like a blind man feels his way
And the choice
Ive made is simple
Passion, passion over pain
And well all make our choices
Like a blind man feels his way
And the choice
Ive made is a simple one
Passion over pain
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Alan's Choices (Life Poem)
My life is full of choices I do not want to make,
If they came a little slower I wouldn't feel so bad,
But I sometimes feel I'm drowning, when they
Come from every angle, so I really cannot breathe.
My life is full of tricks that I use to help me cope,
My favourite is my iPod, of which I have a few,
I listen to my music loud, so nothing can intrude,
I just repeat a favourite bar, a hundred times
Or more, it's like a drug to me because, I need
It all the time, sometimes I forget and bring
It in my bath, which makes the man at Apple
A very happy man, because I need, a new one
Every time, the price I think is small because,
It protects me from all those choices, which
Would simply make me sad, and I can make
The ones I want to make, exactly when I wish.
My life is full of choices I do not want to make,
So I suppose the iPod washing is because, it
Really is my tap, to let some choices in, and stop
The drowning feeling, which too many choices bring.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Choices
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
Lead into grace
Lead to corruption
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
A truth or lie has to be spoken
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
King or con has to be chosen
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Way of life complete or broken...broken
Choices
No more...choices
No more...choices
No more...choices
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
Follow truth or stutter through a lie
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Will to push or give up and fall behind
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Live with peace or nurture your tragic life
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Bite the bullet or swallow it whole
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
Point the finger at yourself
There's no choice
Anymore anyway...
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore Anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
They're lost system of destruction
Flush all hope down the drain
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who is left to blame
Who is left to blame
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a reason
Anymore anyway
We don't have control
Anymore anyway
We don't have opinions
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
Freedom, buy in
Freedom, sell out
Freedom, betray
Freedom, lay down
Freedom, corrupt
Freedom, opinion
Freedom, give up
Freedom, give in
song performed by by Mudvayne
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Miscellaneous
he collected stamps
of various colors and kinds
those that he really liked
or loved
and keep them all
in one album
he is called
promiscuous
despite the fact
that he never
tore any stamp
or anybody
he need not worry
promiscuous is
just the synonym
for miscellaneous
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That Sky Is Wide
Once there's a feeling,
Of a freedom that frees...
Once there's a feeling,
Of someone being whom they please...
Once there's a feeling,
Of a letting go,
To let things be what they 'be'.
That sky,
Seems so wide...
With the choices there.
That sky,
Seems so wide...
With so much to share.
That sky,
Seems so wide...
Why do people despair,
With a dropping of their tears everywhere.
Once one decides,
To embrace their dreams.
And once one decides,
To let their troubles fade...
Knowing that yesterday can not replayed.
When...
The sky,
Seems so wide...
With the choices there.
The sky,
Seems so wide...
With so much to share.
The sky,
Seems so wide...
Why do people despair,
With a dropping of their tears everywhere.
That sky is so wide,
With the choices there.
That sky is so wide...
With so much to share.
That sky is so wide,
Why do people despair...
With a dropping of their tears everywhere.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sex is Sexy (Song)
Sex is sexy, Sex is tasty
Sex is fun, Sex is healthy
Sex is nice, Sex is happy
Sex is bright when you do it right.
God created two to enjoy
One with one, do it forever
Anything else is against his wish
Sex is bright when you do it right.
Porn looks fun, Porn looks great
Look at once, it makes you slave
Porn is toxicant, which kills your instinct
Sex is bright when you do it right.
Don’t do it, which feels you shy
Don’t do it, which makes you ill
Don’t do it, if you lose your self
Sex is bright when you do it right.
Keep your virgin just like wine
Wait for the time and wait for the partner
Keep this best present just for your first night
Sex is bright when you do it right.
Don’t share the bed just for fun
Use the bed with whom you marry once
Shut the doors and have more fun
Sex is bright when you do it right.
-o-
poem by Bhavani Polimetla
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