Smut, if it's really smut, there's nothing backing it up. It's the easy way out.
quote by Sandra Bernhard
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Smut
Smut!
Isn't that what you want?
But you wish to be discreet about it.
You don't want it like the others...
Those who take and keep it.
And parade it while they flaunt.
You like your smut in secret.
In sighs you'd rather moan,
Stroking under sneaky sheets!
And not doing that alone.
You like your smut...
Down low and dirty.
Wishing to keep this your private treat!
That's understood.
But pretending you're self righteous about it.
Does no one any good.
Because when it is banned...
You'll be the first thirsting.
And taking matters into your own hands!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Senses
Closed eyes too can see
Visuals on heart-easel
Tight lips too can speak
In eloquence expressive silence
Deaf ears too can hear
Thundering miseries all around
Searching senses work
even when locked
Hungry are they; for truth
Eager are they; to revolt
Sans smut and rust
They know their worth
(This poem is about oppression. Oppressors think they are perpetrating their evils without anyone's knowledge. But there are searching senses around, that are sans smut & rust, which are live to their surroundings even when shut and ready to revolt)
poem by Sathya Narayana
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When I get smitten, I stay smut.
quote by Charlie McCarthy
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Politics is my hobby. Smut is my vocation.
quote by Larry Flynt
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Violence and smut are of course everywhere on the airwaves. You cannot turn on your television without seeing them, although sometimes you have to hunt around.
quote by Dave Barry
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Biscuits For Smut
Served up in the backyard
Cooked too long on high
Flying out the window
Even dogs have passed them by
Didnt know she was tied up
Better fed than forced
Time to meet the protagonist, boy
He never showed remorse
Choking on the one thing
His tongue had gotten too fat
A barely walking dead man
Seemed to know where he was at
Drive himself to the airport
Getting out of here
Overworking the small town
The law couldnt get too near
Come on smut
You mightve stayed
song performed by by Helmet
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Where God Is
One doesn't have to look very far...
Away from the smut and the war...
Just set your eyes toward the heavens-
And you will find what you are looking for;
Or try calling to Him during your darkest night...
When your whole world seems to have come crashing down...
He will be right there next to you...
Securing you from the lost-to the found;
He 'tis your most loving Father this is so true-
Who resides near always to you...
So the next time you catch yourself wondering...
Where is He...just look to the heavens clear view;
Or perhaps just look over your shoulder...
Call His name in joyful yet needful prayer-
He will be there right next to you...
Complete with His most tender and loving care! ;
May 5,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Prometheus? Mon Frere? ?
Why you think of reversing the wheels
when life has stopped moving?
The time has fled from your hands
and settled on the body of death.
You are not intact and whole inside.
Where the path betrayed us?
Broken windows let in the dirt, smut and
heat.
The winter will be harsh, barren and cold
One by one swallows have departed.
The pain in neck does not go
an astringent blast overpowers
you become giddy, stagger for a while
and then become blind.
Your tragedy is mine, we suffer
for the sake of light.
poem by Satish Verma
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Fantasy Pimp
Online quietly with a fantasy pimp!
The children are asleep and the spouse
On another business stint!
Naked and feeling sensual,
With no sense at all...it seems!
These lonely PC seduced smut pushers...
Bare their souls,
For a cyber sex scene!
Text messaging their 'do's and 'dont's
With choice fonts in 'Arial' at 10 point print,
The fantasy pimp captivates and pleasures
In this chatroom where just screen names are known...
In 'Big Sticks With Feathers'
Sharing downloads of shared 'visions' breathlessly shown.
And the sex is quite sleazy.
Making it easy to masturbate a thick and stiff bone!
In the comfort of one's home alone.
Watching 'Big Sticks With Feathers' teaches as one sits...
A few tricks to use when the spouse returns,
And the desire not to forget none of the penetrating grips!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mistrust of Sex.
Ginny had a mistrust of sex,
It led into dark corners
she didn’t want to recall,
didn’t want to explore,
didn’t want to know.
Mother’d just died,
Father was too cut up
to notice the fingering and pokering
in shadowy places
out of sight of others.
Her husband tried,
years later,
in a gentle manner,
to open her up
to the joys of sex,
but she closed him up
and shut him down,
after kissing moved on
to touches and holding
and physical smut.
Ginny wished Mother’d been there,
hadn’t gone off with death,
hadn’t left her alone
with the bogeyman in the dark,
who touched her
and fingered her
just for a laugh and lark.
poem by Terry Collett
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The Angel Sent to Me
I met an angel when looking for a car
I didn't know it at the time
I just saw him from afar
but when he turned up at all the spots
that I was looking through
something made me walk right up and
say how do you do.
He said he was looking for a car
that we'd both seen all we could
He said the places we were in
had nothing any good
so I did something I've never done
I offered him a ride
to the city and bigger yards
where cars stood side by side
We found a yard with a perfect car
just right for my angel man
I found one too but had no money
and asked for a payment plan
The dealer smiled sleazily
smut was on his mind
He looked at me and winked his eye
and said 'your friend is kind'
He handed me the bunch of keys
to my chosen little car
I said hey I just can't pay
he said 'well here you are'
The man who had just driven with me
had left the place before
The dealer said he'd paid for my car
and there was nothing more
I signed the papers and drove away
in my new expensive gift
I've never seen the man again
who paid me for a lift
Now until this day I wonder,
was he really sent to me
was he an angel from above
poem by Janice M Pickett
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America In 1804
(America Conquers Europe.)
Foul shapes that hate the day, again grown bold,
Late driven hence, infested fane and court.
The laurels of our victory were amort.
Vile King-craft with his breed of blood and gold
Took heart to see the ancient wrongs infold
Our life, and childish figments which disport
I' that pale light whose essence mayn't support
Realities, in Freedom's hall to hold
Sick carnival did troop. But at the height
Of that debauch, while yet could be erased
The smut and spittle from the sacred chart,
Written in blood --a man whose soul gave light
Intolerable to kings, their power abased,
As he subdued the empire of the heart.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Sleeper Car
Bright you are
Bigger than the both of us
Though Im a star
I cant burn that bright
Tiger car
Swerving forward into us
Now here we are
Sleeper car
Now youre backing into me
Oh, where you are
Feels good for now
Although my arms
Ache harder than they ever have
You drive so far
Sleeper car
Now youre backing into me
Oh, where you are
Feels good for now
Sleeper car
Now youre backing into me
Now youre backing into me
Now youre backing into me
Sleeper car
Now youre backing into me
Oh, where you are
Feels good for now
Although my arms
Ache harder than they ever have
You drive so far, yeah
You drive so far
You drive so hard
You drive so hard
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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The train now standing at platform 2
The train now standing at platform 2 is empty now,
its windows still fogged by smut and smog
that lapped the sides for the time of its reign.
Its seats depressed by ghostly bottoms of long ago,
that sat, expectantly on their way through.
They're essence fills the very air we breathe.
Now the train holds no one, no laughter, no chatter.
It just sits on a mocked up platform at York Museum
to amuse tourists, those eager, bright eyed, faces.
It holds tightly to memories, its past, those well kept secrets,
somehow wanting, so much, to tell all it has seen.
Its driver, with blackened fingers and grubby face
no longer steers its mighty coaches along a well used track,
but his presence is sensed by all that walk _
through the 10.15……
stopping at quaint villages
seaside towns, lovers trysts,
new homes and all stations to destiny.
poem by Ruth Walters
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My POOOODLE BEAUJANGLES
Poodle smoodle curly top noodle
My babyboy Living toy
with a tick tock
tail, and oo la lah a haircut by
a French ladiee.
He prances head high
showing off his moustache,
makes em’ think his owners
mint their own cash.
He dines on chicken
and rice, but
Ice-cream sssshush
don’t say the word
his black eyes
will melt your
greedy bones,
hide in a cupboard
to lick your cones.
Oh god don’t
let him smell
your juicy mangoes,
he’ll do a back flip
or walk a high wire
just for a piece
of your mango desire.
I love the lickerholick smut
but am I losing the plot,
buying him toys an’
even a cot.
I want him in silky pyjamas
with nappy and dummy,
brush his fleece and
powder his tummy.
But no no no
I’ve come to my senses
that’s gone all foggy,
after all’s said and done
he’s only a doggy and
to the fact I’m so soppy,
but he sure is
one of the loving cuddly kind,
An' he needs all that love
For he is also blind.
poem by Ken e Hall
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There Has to Be 'Something' Left to Salvage
There has to be 'something' left to salvage.
Something with a footstep placed,
And taken towards integrity.
Something with a fingerprint on it...
That says with uncertain proof,
He even knows what that means.
Something besides lies and deceit done.
And a legacy that will state...
He saved the land from terrorists that would come.
Or came and claimed to have stunned.
There has to be 'something' left to salvage.
Something with a footstep placed,
And taken towards integrity!
He and his followers would like to see,
Him vindicated...
For making decisions that will lift his name up...
And away from the gutter from a greed satiated.
There has got to be something,
Other than corruption and smut!
Smothered and dipped in utter ignorance.
And an ending of a greatness one country 'had'..
He and incompetence has left in rags!
Since he and what he has created...
Leaves a democracy in devastation.
And one sad man who secretly grieves.
There has to be 'something' left to salvage.
Something other than a directed bitterness...
Shown with an openness.
And criticizes a failed leadership.
That would be difficult to disguise,
For those who witnessed it...
And despise.
To leave it and him unscathed.
What in the days and years ahead can be said?
Many are left sickened.
More are left dead!
And those who are wounded...
Will never know a peace to come,
In their heads!
And he will leave behind much to grieve.
Whether he belives what he did was 'just' or not!
He was not of the justice frame of mind kind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easy Come,Easy Go
I see the way you look at me
It's not the Hennessey
Cuz you're feeling me
But instead you're acting scared
Don't be afraid of me
Let's not be cowardly
Keep in mind boy
It's easy come and easy go
Keep in mind boy
It's easy come and easy go
Is it my girls 'round me
Or is my job heavy
Come baby talk to me
Maybe from caught out there
Don't tell me it's my hair
Come on now let's play fair
Keep in mind boy
It's easy come and easy go
Keep in mind boy
It's easy come and easy go
Keep in mind boy
It's easy come and easy go
Instead I get Mr. crazy
Yeah he's comin' see
With the guts to say to me
He thinks that him n' me
Should go and have babies
(Yeah right)
I wish you'd come and save me
Keep in mind boy
Keep in mind boy
Keep in mind boy
It's easy come and easy go
Keep in mind boy
It's easy come and easy go
Keep in mind boy
It's easy come and easy go
song performed by by Kelis
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We Two-How Long We Were Fool'd
WE two--how long we were fool'd!
Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes;
We are Nature--long have we been absent, but now we return;
We become plants, leaves, foliage, roots, bark;
We are bedded in the ground--we are rocks;
We are oaks--we grow in the openings side by side;
We browse--we are two among the wild herds, spontaneous as any;
We are two fishes swimming in the sea together;
We are what the locust blossoms are--we drop scent around the lanes,
mornings and evenings;
We are also the coarse smut of beasts, vegetables, minerals; 10
We are two predatory hawks--we soar above, and look down;
We are two resplendent suns--we it is who balance ourselves, orbic
and stellar--we are as two comets;
We prowl fang'd and four-footed in the woods--we spring on prey;
We are two clouds, forenoons and afternoons, driving overhead;
We are seas mingling--we are two of those cheerful waves, rolling
over each other, and interwetting each other;
We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, pervious,
impervious:
We are snow, rain, cold, darkness--we are each product and influence
of the globe;
We have circled and circled till we have arrived home again--we two
have;
We have voided all but freedom, and all but our own joy.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Purple Heart and the Bagdad Five
Broken hearts when you went away
Serve government and God they say
Deploy to where they need control
Weekly recon; daily patrol
Way too much down time, to hang out,
Barrack’s, trailers or where’s about
War-play videos or read smut,
Text your baby 'one-liner' hug
Loneliness factor to this game
Then flash, a bang, blackness and pain
Just outside a missal explodes
Shrapnel and rocks unleashed payload
Rippled effect plows, through it all
'What just happened, I don’t recall.”
Legs got ripped and blood did flow
Rattled, undefined, kind of slow
Specialist here, the doctor knows
The head aches pound and do not go
Blurry, fuzzy, walk like a clod
Simple concussion note in log
“Heroes here for doing your part,
Service help, and a Purple Heart.'
Remember precedence they say
Purple hearts not ‘Kerry’ away
Best treat it quick before harm done
No token heart, help doesn't come
Bagdad Five were hurt that day
Lawsuit is pending so they say
Pat on the back, then redeployed
How many out there, half destroyed?
Half-witted soldiers with a gun
Purple Hearts broken all undone.
poem by P.A. Donohue
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Already Fallen
(Bob DiPiero/Pam Tillis)
You come bangling on the screen door,begging me to let you in
All I got to say is, "Honey,where you been!"
This time I think it's you that's surrenderin'
I've already fallen
Yeah,I've already fallen
If you're waiting on me you're backing up
I'm way in over my head in love
It's true,well,I've already fallen for you
Well you look so serious leaning on the Frigidaire
And gee,it's sweet of you to ask me if I really care
But,honey,I'm already picking out the silverware,you see
I've already fallen
Yeah,I've already fallen
If you're waiting on me you're backing up
I'm way in over my head in love
It's true,well,I've already fallen for you
I must have played this scene out a hundred times in my head
That you'd look into my eyes and say you love me like you just did
But you'd better tell me twice,cause I'm still one step ahead,oh...
I've already fallen
Yeah,I've already fallen
If you're waiting on me you're backing up
I'm way in over my head in love
It's true,well,I've already fallen for you
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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