There's no magazine you open, unless its AARP, that shows a woman over the age of 45 in any other light, other than having to buy Depends or Viagra.
quote by Doris Roberts
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Can Viagra? [aduot]
Thought of a woman
Or her vision in brain
Is prerequisite to man
For erection. In its absence,
No Viagra can man him.
Man of menopause
Wants the change of partners
Not the induction of Viagra.
27.04.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Thought stimulates
One’s erection is from the rush of blood.
The rush is from the dilation of capillaries.
The dilation is from the secretion of chemicals.
The secretion is from the thought of woman.
The thought is from her vision or image.
Having reached a stage where no woman
In person or in fantasy could arouse you,
No Viagra will come to your rescue.
[Viagra stops loss of erection]
16.08.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Corner Streetlight
Dark corner in the night
Illuminated by only the moon's light
Unitl the street light
Floods the scene with a glowing light
Nothing stands on the corner
Yet stories, stories of this light
Are told in the night
Stories are told of this corner
A murder, a rape
A suicide, a drug overdose
The street light shows
What the world has to display.
A child troubled, deeply hurt
By a girl who he loved
With all his heart and soul.
She left him torn apart.
The street light, like a stage
Gives him a place to stay
The light shows his sorry tears
Then shows the gun next to his head.
A woman, small
Stands in the light
Screams for help
As the man she sees is doing her unkindly
A man left laying, needle in hand
He got his fix, his final fix.
Theat saved him
From this wretched land.
A woman left bloody
On the post
A knife in her chest
The broken heart bleeds
The street light shows us
Life's evil on display
But when the light turns off, like now
Does it all go away?
poem by Skylar Kendall
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I only take Viagra when I'm with more than one woman.
quote by Jack Nicholson
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So Much Depends As I Once Remember It Then
so much depends
upon a swirl
of paints
of yellow
and green
and violet
so much depends
upon the silence
of the plow
so much depends
upon the farmer
still
so much depends
upon your
vanishment.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Who's Taller?
Depends on if the judge is fair,
Depends how high the heels you wear,
Depends on if they count the hair,
Depends if they allow the chair.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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I Am Not A Woman...
I am not a woman that loves with a heart
I am not a woman that's silly and smart
I am not a woman with open wounds
I am not a woman that's more attuned
I am not a woman that you hold dear
I am not a woman that has no fear
I am not a woman that's loved or lost
I am not a woman that doesn't know the cost
I am not a woman that's hurting inside
I am not a woman that has no foolish pride
I am not a woman that can't look you in the eye
I am not a woman alone that cries
I am not a woman that's imprisoned with chains
I am not a woman that holds her will in vain
I am not a woman, or mother, or friend
or wife, or daughter, or one to depend
I am not a woman of all and more
Because I gave it away to the one I adore
what's left is all you see
Just a woman that truly believes
Super-Me!
Cor! Wonder Woman! Ain't she hot?
I think she's good as gold!
She rescues every chance she's got,
Yes, both the young and old!
I'd like to emulate the best!
Take on the worst and win!
I'd like an S upon my vest,
Eyes sparkling with a grin!
I'd use my X-ray vision, too!
I'd look through walls and such -
Though criminals aren't hard to view,
They hate to keep in touch!
How I wish I were a hero!
Like Superman or Flash!
Then I wouldn't be a zero!
I'd fly with such panache!
One arm outstretched to lead the way,
Legs gracefully in flight!
I'd make spectators shout, 'Hooray! '
Till I fade out of sight!
I'd open fetes like heroes
Shake hands, kiss babies' cheeks!
I'd do my bit to build up trust...
The one each damsel seeks!
My face upon Time magazine!
Plus talk shows on tv...
Yet destiny is not so keen...
That's why I'm only ME...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Partnership
It depends on if you are serious.
I can only show I am...
If you say you are.
It depends on if you are serious.
If you are not...
We can just dropp this.
It depends on if you are serious.
I can only show I am...
If you say you are.
It depends on if you are serious.
If you are not...
We can just dropp this.
'Is that it?
No whispers or kisses?
With advancements started...
To tease then to dismiss? '
Like I said...
It depends on if you are serious.
If you are not...
We can just dropp this.
I am on a mission.
I would like to have partnership.
But if you are not completely into it...
Why would I wish to be into you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I Walked Into
the waiting room
at the dentist’s
there was only one seat open…
i took it,
grabbed a copy of Newsweek
and tried to hide my face.
but,
before i even
opened the magazine
this guy on my right
starts talking:
“…used to play guitar once…
years ago,
when i was a kid.
i was pretty good at it, too! ”
knowing it was useless,
i put down the magazine
and turned toward him.
he was
an ordinary kind of guy…
maybe 50.
“it was a great way
to pick up women.
i met all sorts of women
when i was playing guitar.
that’s how i met my wife.”
just then they called my name
and i stood up.
he reached for my magazine
and said:
“yep, it’s been years
since i played guitar.
now i play
second fiddle.”
poem by John Yamrus
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~ Jaunt In Vibe Viagra ~
~ JAUNT IN VIBE VIAGRA ~
MS. NIVEDITA
UK
8 March 8,2010
Damsel to Beau:
Perpetually I come
Go back, …Poetically
I come…Go back
Want to be not
Anymore but.
Elude every eye
Kibosh all blush
Loom n’ bloom
Why not in you?
Jaunt in your vibe Viagra
Raft with you in Niagara.
With noetic nosegay … I say
You’ll endear …You’ll share
You’ll hear…I’m here
I’m there…I’m everywhere.
My inveigle integrality
Dewed espying gaga zippy
Lovesoaked … Assignation
Conjoin in the fiesta O’ Dear.
No poseur I’m
But En esse éclat
Your fille gala gitana!
-
[Emotional Commemoration of World Woman’s Centenary Day....my humble posy bouquet to about half of the population of this planet of which about 60 % are within 30 years of age group.~ niv]
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poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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The Woman He Loves
(Troy Seals/Eddie Setser)
You can tell a lot about a man
By the woman he loves
'Cause nothing else shows a part of his soul
Like she does
And she'd be the one to swear that he hung
The moon above
Yeah you can tell a lot about a man
By the woman he loves
She knows him inside out
The things he dreams about
And makes them come true when she can
She knows all of his faults
The demons he's fought
With nothin' but his hard-workin' hands
And he calls out her name
In passion and pain
She makes him stronger each time
Yeah it's there on her lips
And her fingertips
That she's with him to 'til end of the line
(Yeah) you can tell a lot about a man
By the woman he loves (yes you can)
'Cause nothing else shows a part of his soul
Like she does and she'd be the one to swear that he hung
The moon above
Yeah you can tell a lot about a man
By the woman he loves
You can tell a lot about a man
By the woman he loves
'Cause nothing else shows a part of his soul
Like she does
And she'd be the one to swear that he hung
The moon above
Yeah you can tell a lot about a man
By the woman he loves
Yeah you can tell a lot about a man
By the woman he loves
He loves
He always loves
song performed by by Alabama
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Dependence
What is this, all of my darkest fears?
Why have they gathered here?
To watch a fool go down.
Go away. why would you waste your time?
Here where the sun wont shine.
Theres nothing left for you.
Chorus:
I cant go on this way
Knowing you dont want me.
I cant go on this way
Knowing you dont need me.
I cant go on this way
When everything I do depends on you.
Depends on you.
I had it all. one of the sunny boys.
Hear my pride and joy.
You were always there by me.
Funny how fast sunny times go by?
And fall to a darkened sky.
And lot of useless toys
I cant go on this way
Knowing you dont want me.
I cant go on this way
Knowing you dont need me.
I can t go on this way
When every step I take depends on you
Depends on you.
I cant go on this way
Knowing you dont want me.
I cant go on this way
Knowing you dont need me.
I cant go on this way
When everything I do depends on you.
Depends on you
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Woman’s Virtue
Woman’s chastity shows the strength
Of man’s possessiveness.
Woman’s liberality shows the strength
Os man’s helplessness.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Her Bum
‘Does my bum look big in this? ’ She glared.
I gulped and stared upon the floor.
I must escape; the bedroom door
Was open. ‘Run! ’ my senses cried.
But I was numb – nerves were fried!
‘Well? ’ She scowled. I sought a subterfuge.
‘It’s absolutely huge! ’ I thought –
But how to tell her that–? A short
And blighted life she’d wreak on me.
And so to Wife, on bended knee
I prayed ‘Oh please release me from this hell! ’
She gave a yell: ‘So is it big? ’
I looked again – a mammoth rig
Was hanging down – but how to say?
An honest man would surely pay!
I stuttered ‘Err... well, yes it’s nice.’
Her voice was ice: ‘But in this? ’
I tried diversion with a kiss.
‘I love you’ also burbled out – but
I was heading for a rout.
I drew a breath. ‘Be a man! ’ I growled
Inside this howling, quaking head.
‘Well actually love, ’ and now I’m dead,
‘It’s colossal – a real whopper... ’
The bedroom shook; I couldn’t stop her.
I daren’t publish anymore…
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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How Many, How Much
How many slams in an old screen door?
Depends how loud you shut it.
How many slices in a bread?
Depends how thin you cut it.
How much good inside a day?
Depends how good you live 'em.
How much love inside a friend?
Depends how much you give 'em.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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On modern woman
Smile, take a pretty picture,
Be the best woman you can be.
Paint your nails a scarlet red,
Stain your hair a pale blonde,
Be the best woman you can be.
Perk up those breasts,
Put razor to flesh,
Then Scrape off those old skin cells
Breed, woman, breed!
But don't you get stretch marks.
Be the best woman you can be.
Tear the hair from your vulva,
Be the first to church,
When in doubt, smile.
Steam your hair and bleach your teeth,
Don't neglect your husbands needs,
Be the best woman you can be.
Woman, did you read it in a magazine?
You're a void I can not fill.
Don't ever wrinkle.
You don't have to like it, it's gucci.
Snort this line, eat my words.
Don't neglect your petty needs.
Be the best woman that you can be.
poem by H.J. Shreeve
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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.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Mixed Emotions
First laughter, then tears
Never always happy
Never always depressed
It depends on the day
Sometimes scared
Sometimes worried
Sometimes confused
It depends on the hour
Sometimes lonely
Sometimes not
It depends on how i'm feeling
(1-18-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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We're all in the same room, so I want people to be involved with one another, but again you can't decide exactly to what extent that operates. It varies all the time and it depends on the show, it depends on the audience, it depends on everything.
quote by Mark Morris
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