Truth should not be forced; it should simply manifest itself, like a woman who has in her privacy reflected and coolly decided to bestow herself upon a certain man.
quote by John Updike
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Privacy under what circumstance? Privacy at home under what circumstances? You have more privacy if everyone's illiterate, but you wouldn't really call that privacy. That's ignorance.
quote by Bruce Sterling
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The 'Good' Life
Wake up in the morning to screaming,
Reporters getting into your personal life,
No privacy,
As you walk down the street,
You are followed constantly by people you do not know
No privacy
You break up with your girlfriend, for the fifth time
It’s on the cover of a magazine
No privacy
Every fucking shit we take,
It’s recorded somewhere
No privacy
You die a tragic death at a young age,
People who you have never met attend your funeral
No privacy
This is what we call the “good” life…
poem by Wandering Scarlet
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Which Is Which
> To beware of the truth.
> Is truth...it, self?
> So, what is truth?
>
> Is truth, true love?
> Or...just a reality?
> To be a man...is that truth?
>
> A man...is reality.
> A woman...is reality.
> To be woman...is that truth?
>
> To have more then one partner
> Is a reality of the world.
>
> Which this world agrees.
> Truth is; in my point of view
> Is what one claims to be truth.
>
> But, the truth is whatever you
> Are doing as I speak.
> A woman is good for the soul.
>
> That truth is very bold.
> A man lives for his manhood
> So I am told.
>
> Is it truth or reality?
> Respect is in the middle of the spectrum.
> Male vs. Female
>
>
> That is truth.
> Man being woman
> A reality.
>
> Woman being man...
> She tries.
> Respect cover both the unreal and the wise.
>
> Truth or reality...we never really
> Give it much thought.
> Maybe it was the way we are taught.
>
> Truth or reality...
> Which is Which?
>
>
> whisperkwane
>
> [email protected]
>
>
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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What is the love of a woman
What is the love of a woman
that I simply don't understand
for when I speak she captures my breath
and her heart flutters deeply inside her chest
like a small bird that trembles inside the nest
What is the love of a woman
What is the love of a woman
that I simply cannot work out
for when I kiss her my senses she grasps
and her body feels faint for the want of a gasp
like a butterfly wishing the summer would last
what is the love of a woman
What is the love of a woman
that I simply wont be without
for when I caress her she captures my mind
with a passion and fire of a volcanic kind
like a bee in a rapture of honey he finds
what is the love of a woman.
poem by Charles M. Moore
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The Women
This world is, because of the woman
this universe is, because of the woman
nothing exists without the woman
our existence is, because of the woman.
Why being a woman then
should be humiliation?
Why a woman then
should face indignation?
always the woman becomes the prey...?
always the woman has no say.....?
The woman is a mother, also a mother–in-law
the woman is a sister, also a sister-in-law
the woman has many roles to play
a daughter-in-law perfects that night & day.
Why then a woman does
torture another woman?
Why does a ma-in-law
torches a daughter in-law?
Why does a woman destroy another’s world?
Why does jealousy overcomes a sister-in-law?
In the woman, power is manifest,
yet she is unaware and that is a jest.
she becomes Durga when in rage
telling everyone, she is no sage
the woman is where, awakening is there
her absence creates crematoriums everywhere.
Why do then a woman abhor the birth of a female?
Wants a child, whose gender is male?
the male is indebted to her for the courage and life
yet no rewards for the woman, her entire life.
This is the story of the woman, full of anguish
Plight of a woman is because of another’s wish
Exploitation of the woman could not have taken place
Had a woman given the other a little more space.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Behind Those Denials Kept
The more we try to hide behind those denials kept,
The louder out tears are heard...
With a shaking of cold sweats as truth,
Increases to get bigger.
From morning until noon to see the Sun set.
Internally we 'may' regret the taking of false steps.
In belief a truth we keep concealed,
Poses upon our pretentions...
Not a single threat.
And we continue to produce attempts,
To live our lives on lies and alibis.
Increasing the feeding to feast on misdeeds to manifest,
As if this 'festival' has a purpose to manifest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reflected
Look upstanding with your head held high
You will be reflected
You looK outstanding with your eyes in disguise
Just beyond your glasses
Holy, how he would keep, it's devine
I'm surely glad, I'm surely over town
And even though I'm you will always here
Very rarely worry almost constantly
Could you be receptive
Our life's outstanding in a shower please
Wet my skins a plenty
Baby, what a day I love our town
I'm surely glad, I'm surely all around
And even since I knew it all so clear
You will be reflected
You will be reflected
You will be reflected
You will be reflected, reflected
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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By Act of Legislation
Once upon a time
In a faraway country
The people of the Province of Falsity
Spoke only truth
Whereas those who lived
In the Province of Truth
Spoke only falsity.
In both provinces
The people sang
Their national anthem in chorus:
If we are lying
We are telling the truth
But if we are telling the truth
We are lying.
Little wonder
People got confused there
And they remained confused
For a long time
Until one day the Prince
Decided to interfere.
So he ordered the Parliament
To legislate a new law
A new law that solved the problem
And simply abolished the difference
Between truth and falsity.
poem by Paul Hartal
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If we bestow but a very little attention to the economy of the animal creation, we shall find manifest examples of premeditation, perseverance, resolution, and consumate artifice, in order to effect their purpose.
quote by William Bartram
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The Poem's Truth Is That It Says More Than It Knows
THE POEM’S TRUTH IS THAT IT SAYS MORE THAN IT KNOWS
The poem’s truth is that it says more than it knows
That it goes beyond its own intention
That it means in more than only one way
The poem’s truth is its hidden music
And the melody it plays through and beyond our listening
A poem’s truth answers itself in endless questions and ambiguities
No wonder no one simply reads these simple words
As if they were simply written.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Once Wrote A Letter To My Girlfriend
many years ago i once wrote a love letter to my girlfriend
in Silliman University
in the City of Dumaguete, Philippines
and perhaps she really liked the way how the letter was written
(it was more of poetry than prose)
as i poured all my love and affection
like sweet real orange juice to a shiny glass
much to the liking of her innocent taste
her virginal frame of mind
for we were young then and she was so beautiful with her white
skin and tight body as i was also so handsome then
with my spanish mestizo looks and gentle disposition
(let me breathe for a while)
she decided to have the love letter read by all her dorm mates
it was passed from one hand to another and she was so proud of it
and she even framed it like it were the picture of a saint
(i learned it later)
i was pondering about my feelings, my secrets passed from one person
to another, my deepest emotions known by another
at first i felt that my privacy was violated, but on the other hand
i assured myself about the truth of said feelings, the authenticity of myself
relating to my dearest love, my one and only love, and then i felt free
it is the truth and i must not be ashamed of it
it is a beautiful feeling that the world must know and feel too
and as i recall it again now, i remember another woman, a poetess
and truly, i like her too, for spreading the truth about my real self and there is
no other, i take pride of myself and i take responsibility for what i am
and for all the poems that i have written.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beauty of A Woman
The beauty of a woman
is not in the clothes she wears,
the figure she carries,
or the way she combs her hair;
and...
The beauty of a woman
is not in a facial mole, but...
true beauty of a woman
is reflected in her soul.
The care that she gives, and...
the passion she shows; would be the...
beauty of a woman's character that grows.
Phenomenal Woman: A Lady with love.
Phenomenal Woman: An Angel above.
Phenomenal Woman: An Image of God.
Respectful, kind, and not of a facade.
A Poet with love; her age just a number,
this Woman of God would NEVER slumber.
poem by Donna Womack
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The Teasing Moon....
sometimes to
complete the woodenness of the floor
you simply have to close the door
make the planks
exclusive to
its beams
with all the nails
sleeping
the windows with open eyes
beg to be exempted
from the hassle
of privacy
the view of the sea making love to the sky
is simply irresistible
the moon is teasing you to take the boat
but to do this you need to open the door of the house
where no one lives.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Woman Dont Want To Love Me
Woman dont want to love me
She says it makes her cry
Woman dont want to love me
Thats an alibi
Lovin gets complicated
You have to want to cry
The point is simply stated
You go looking for some perfection
Youre gonna lose some affection
By and by
Woman dont want to love me
She says she wants to go
Woman dont want to love me
Shes tired of feelin low
cause lovin gets complicated
You start with what you know
The point is simply stated
Fill yourself with emotion
You earn yourself some devotion and you grow
Woman dont want to love me
She hates to be alone
Woman dont want to love me
She hates the telephone
cause lovin gets complicated
Singing with the band
The point is simply stated
Im gonna fix this situation
With the final liberation
Of this man
song performed by by Chicago
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I Decided
I decided not to cry
'cause I know
you cannot wipe my tears
I decided not to ask
'cause I know you cannot give
I decided not to give
'cause I know you will reject
I decided not to speak
'cause I know
you will be...hurt.
I decided to decide
'cause I know....
I have to.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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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
My dreams are of a
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
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woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Alone in the mirror of the night
to survive the storms that come
within us raging
outside this body is the calm and quiet
people simply do not know
what is happening &
they do not ask simple because
they have no right to invade the fences of our privacy
we wear many faces
some many pretenses
masks
and when we are alone facing the mirror
we take everything
and see that innermost face
the last layer
that tells us the truth of our existence
and then we begin
that talk: that honest conversation
without any taint
or blame
only that gentility of the spirit
that forgiving arm
embracing
a shoulder because it is cold and
the feeling
is shattered.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bwtween two
forced to choose between the two,
forced to choose between honesty and dispair,
forced to choose between beauty and destruction,
forced to choose between life and death,
forced to choose between 3 years and 5 years,
forced to choose between who i am friends with,
and still with the choice of both i loose one.
poem by Matthew Boisjolie
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The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.
quote by Audrey Hepburn
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poem by David Keig
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