I lapsed into rude.
quote by Dennis Miller
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Summer Fall
'As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away'
No matter how tightly i hung on
The Summer would not stay! ;
The Autumn came in heavily
Weighted by its dying leaves
Their burnished-russet just blew away
Taken by more than an Autumn breeze;
For it 'twas an icy-icy wind
That took my mother that day
'Twas but a thief in the November night
Blanketed in: Grief Stricken Clouds Of grey;
For my mother
Who shares a birthday with Emily Dickinson
Using: 'As imperceptibly as Grief the Summer lapsed away'
As my inspiration
This was an Emily Dickinson quote
Missing you still this day, mama
By: Theodora Onken
April 7,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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I'm a lapsed altar boy.
quote by Guillermo del Toro
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On Rude
Just a little rude can ruin someones day,
being rude a little bit,
is like swimming in a vest,
rude is like swimming with no trunks on,
kissing in the dark,
was it him? or was it her?
and eating from a bag ewe left open on the counter
for several days.
The decadance of Society, RUDE,
has finally sickened me,
the only thing to do is pray to GOD
to quicken me.
When the hours pass too quickly,
and the days pass just like hours
the months appear to me like weeks gone bye.
These aer the things eye am searching for.
A Kind Word.
A Smile.
A Happy Kiss.
A While.
Time is a blessing.
Keep Time In Today.
poem by Charles Hice
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I get really saucy after a few drinks. Sexy rude, not obnoxious rude.
quote by Katie Price
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If There Is
If there is love
There is hatred
You can not deny
If there is water
There is fire
You are there
If you are present
You are absent
And you can not say
What happen
If there is truth
There is false
And you utter
The words lapsed.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A rude nature is worse than a brute nature by so much more as man is better than a beast: and those that are of civil natures and genteel dispositions are as much nearer to celestial creatures as those that are rude and cruel are to devils.
quote by Margaret Cavendish
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As Regular As Possible
Of course I can be rude and inconsiderate.
And I know it is difficult for you to believe,
Since I seem to be so...
Full of life,
Love!
And...
Myself.
No!
I did not say,
Full of 'that'!
I said...
Myself.
I make attempts,
To watch my diet,
And stay as regular as possible.
Now...
You are the one being rude.
And inconsiderate of my sensitivities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is easy to replace man, and it will take no great time, when Nature has lapsed, to replace Nature.
quote by Alice Meynell
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Someone In My Bed
He's got me sick
Wanna get it
I can't help it
I just need it
He's got me sick
Wanna get it
I can't help it
I just need it
You're always on my mind
I wouldn't call it love
But when we're in the club
We always move in time
And when it gets too much
I hurry home and rush
Wanna see me through the walls
Wanna slide through the floor
And my bed is calling
Blush, as my conscience starts to tell
When i'm going up the stairs
It can't wait 'till morning
Ooh there's something on my (who)
Is moving on my (who)
I think i'm gonna ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Now it's about the time
Undressing with a sign
That later you'll be mine
We're caught into a vibe
With dirty thoughts that crosses over the stop sign
It's crazy that I feel
Confused it's so surreal
What's happening to me?
One touch and i'm just there
And i'm coming down the stairs
Bragging cos he made me go
Ooh there's something on my (who)
Is moving on my (who)
I think i'm gonna ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Late at night your eyes on me (ooh)
I know you like what you can't see (ooh)
Face to face along we breathe (oooh)
I can't see what's on your mind (ooh)
Moving slowly down my thigh (ooh)
And the thought just makes me (oooooh)
It feels divine
Ooh there's something on my (who)
Is moving on my (who)
I think i'm gonna ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
He's got me sick
Wanna get it
I can't help it
I just need it
He's got me sick
Wanna get it
I can't help it
I just need it
song performed by by Sugababes
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Orange Appeal
Half the rude you brought once has cold
We send with friends
All the evil actions worked my mood on you
As the energy comes from the waves at cliffs
Moan miss
We look for leaves on the family tree
Ah:thee won't sing
Half the rude you brought once has cold
We send with friends
Compare an apple to an orange like in the
Dream we seen
As the energy come from the waves at Trussels
And all this hearty fruit has made my muscles grow to what you see
Half the rude you brought once has cold
We send with friends
Will you just bend
Apples and Oranges
song performed by by Alien Ant Farm from ANThology
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Dreaded Requests
I am not a rude or ignorant man,
but there are some things,
that I will not do.
Unfortunately, I do not like
to read a lot of what
I am politely requested to read.
I am often bombarded by people
asking me to read
and comment on their work.
I do not like to be rude
and ignore their pleas,
but I just read what I like,
not what I am asked to read.
I choose whom I like,
if I see a title I find interesting
I will take the time to read it
and make a mental note of the author.
If I like what I read,
I will dip into that author’s work
time and time again.
I do not care if they read my work or not
that is their choice and I have mine.
All I ask is let me make up my own mind.
Do not bombard me with notes
requesting that I read your work,
as I am likely to ignore them.
I am not being rude or ignorant
it is I just do not do requests.
poem by David Harris
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30 Days
poor man talking this morning,
told me his insurance lapsed...
he went up and reinstated....
but they took his tag for 30 days....
makes about 8.50 an hour,
the only job he can find...
now he's afraid he's gonna lose it....
cant get to work for 30 days....
living on the edge....
good people, hard lives....
just trying to get by....
30 days, God only knows!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Worry
To beget a worry makes you proud
Of being a worry, one that disregards
And enlightens the few who hear it.
Going to the part of the world that hears
Is to worry and be rude to the masses.
Any few who are rude are accepted,
Speech scrapes and confines us to the corners,
Begetting given problems of so strong a speed.
The born loser is a worry, an anxious call from the rich,
To lose is to win, and to win is to lose.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Blanket Of Fear
I am awake under this blanket of fear
and i must say
none of the people i see belong here
now everyone's asleep
I am awake and I am dreaming
I believe it's time for a rude awakening
HOLD ON TO YOUR DREAMS
BECAUSE YOUR NIGHTMARES
MIGHT SEEM LIKE THEY'RE YOUR REALITY
I believe
the only thing we have to fear is fear itself
and the man behind the curtain
I heard him say
"Dreamers have become an endangered species,
and i am aware of the rude awakening"
I'm falling in my dream
I finally hit the ground
because i can't keep my mind
from going into dark places
song performed by by Papa Roach
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Pure prejudice
A prude regards all nudes as rude
unchanging in their attitude.
Which they perceive as rectitude.
A sign of their ineptitude
They cannot see as pulchritude
the naturalness of being nude.
The will allow no latitude,
just being bare to them is lewd.
It must be sad to be a prude.
Because they have misunderstood
that being nude need not be rude
It need be neither lewd nor crude
Reluctantly I must conclude
that once a prude always a prude.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow
Ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow
As in a sack some thing washed in:
And lay amidst the shells
And pebbles of the shore
Amidst the lapping of the waters rude
And the sea-waves’ roar.
Ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow
The sea-waves washed her in
One eye was closed the other open
And on her golden hair
Were drops of red:
Wild lapped the sea-waves and the cloud
Frowned on the sea-shore
Amidst the lapping of the waters rude
And the sea-waves’ roar.
How many winters rude have skimmed
Their frozen fingers on the white breast
Of the pale moon-lit lake a-dreaming sound
How many a Spring of green
Has come and gone:
Since that ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow
The sea-waves washed her in
Her clothes that rich were tattered were
Unseemly with the smoke of cigars
And the drunk smell of alcohol
Her look was wild and sad and raw:
Wild lapped the sea-waves and the cloud
Frowned on the sea-shore
Amidst the lapping of the waters rude
And the sea-waves’ roar.
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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I know a woman
I know a woman
She will not bend or bow
She calls it liberation,
As against the sobriety expected from her species
A woman so loud and boisterous
Calling her hubby a fool in arrogance
Who would listen to no man or women like her
I know one, who fights in the street to the shame of her kind,
Avoided by decent watcher
I know a rude woman,
A presumptuous fellow,
A shameless talkative,
A street fighter,
A liar too
One on whose face there is an epitaph or calligraphy
Rude
Don’t go near her
I know the woman
A next-door neighbor
I know her by character
I care not for the name
poem by Macaulay Akinbami
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A Vacant Smile
A vacant smile on someone’s lips,
someone I thought I used to know
from a yesterday a long time ago.
A life I wanted with,
but remained as vacant as the smile.
A future never realised,
as the years grow old.
A vacant smile a memory perhaps
of a time long ago that has now lapsed.
7 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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Last night [2]
When I went to bed
with her last night
and I heard the church bell
tolling off the time in the distance,
time lapsed for moments between us.
Her lips and twisting tongue,
was hot and wet
and her lithe body was soft.
We couldn’t wait a moment longer
and for some time,
we were in a world of our own.
With our own rhythm
our bodies melted into each others
and I could hear her heartbeat
and cries and together,
we loss sense of reality
and went to a better place.
While we were in each others arms
later on,
I knew that I could not love
any other woman more.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Summit of Drying Breath
Summer was her, the day of the snailing school boy
On the shoulder with such poles and GPS tool box
In aslow space, he jet passed near the baseless summit
As if herd of bulls, he hoofed up the heel surturating
Four great strengths but with one escorter's lace
The tour guider of that day afternoon race
While the wind swifly spoke in all angles
The grey day leading on a silent blades rangles
He was the talk of the town heading up like a leader band
So at once he nodded on the pull of the land
He crossed the river empty between on top next was the one
The great searchers of national trig pillar lines
Where they wanted to seal their GPS receiving station
But that hill, he gave much respect and knocked upon loops
Because his air breath lapsed, and lapsed of oops
He fell down, just close the pillar door way
And saw the entire horse race passing by in prairie bay
To the west the sun glared red near the district council
And to the east stood ablue cloth pencil
In the middle was an evergreen eye angel
Wrapped with his best cry of breath tam-tam tassel
He slept afew minutes and knock off again
He rose from the mighty of his stomach grain
And receive afinal call while on the pillar case
The pillar the remained twice darken meal verse
That day he grabbed so hard his finger nailed
On the hill summit they started the journey on rail
After dismantling the radio station basement
The musterpiece of that day play movement
That was adarken sky, the school boy went down
And dropped down non reversable mail till dawn
poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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