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On Being Asked To Write In Miss Westwood's Album

My feeble Muse, that fain her best would
Write, at command of Frances Westwood,
But feels her wits not in their best mood,
Fell lately on some idle fancies,
As she's much given to romances,
About this self-same style of Frances;
Which seems to be a name in common
Attributed to man or woman.
She thence contrived this flattering moral,
With which she hopes no soul will quarrel,
That she, whom this twin title decks,
Combines what's good in either sex;
Unites-how very rare the case is!-
Masculine sense to female graces;
And, quitting not her proper rank,
Is both in one-Fanny and frank.

Oct. 12, 1827.

poem by Charles Lamb
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Most of man's problems upon this planet, in the long history of the race, have been met and solved either partially or as a whole by experiment based on common sense and carried out with courage.

quote by Frances Perkins
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An opinion, right or wrong, can never constitute a moral offense, nor be in itself a moral obligation. It may be mistaken; it may involve an absurdity, or a contradiction. It is a truth; or it is an error: it can never be a crime or a virtue.

quote by Frances Wright
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Frances Keeps Her Promise

'MY Fanny, I have news to tell,
Your diligence quite pleases me;
You've work'd so neatly, read so well,
With cousin Jane you may take tea.

'But pray remember this, my love,
Although to stay you should incline,
And none but you should think to move,
I wish you to return at nine. '

With many thanks the attentive child
Assured mamma she would obey:
Whom tenderly she kiss'd, and smiled,
And with the maid then went away.

Arrived, the little girl was shown
To where she met the merry band;
And when her coming was made known,
All greet her with a welcome bland.

They dance, they play, and sweetly sing,
In every sport each one partakes;
And now the servants sweetmeats bring,
With wine and jellies, fruit and cakes.

Then comes papa, who says, 'My dears,
The magic lantern if you'd see,
And that which on the wall appears,
Leave off your play, and follow me.'

While Frances too enjoy'd the sight,
Where moving figures all combine
To raise her wonder and delight,
She hears, alas! the clock strike nine.

'Miss Fanny's maid for her is come.' –
'Oh dear, how soon!' the children cry;
They press, but Fanny will go home,
And bids her little friends good bye.

'See, dear mamma, I have not stay'd;'
'Good girl, indeed,' mamma replies,
'I knew you'd do as you had said,
And now you'll find you've won a prize.

'So come, my love, and see the man
Whom I desired at nine to call.'
Down stairs young Frances quickly ran,
And found him waiting in the hall.

'Here, Miss, are pretty birds to buy,
A parrot or macaw so gay;
A speckled dove with scarlet eye:
A linnet or a chattering jay.

'Would you a Java sparrow love?'
'No, no, I thank you,' said the child;
'I'll have a beauteous cooing dove,
So harmless, innocent, and mild. '

'Your choice, my Fanny, I commend,
Few birds can with the dove compare:
But lest it pine without a friend,
I give you leave to choose a pair.

poem by Ann Taylor
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Sister Cat

Cat stands at the fridge,
Cries loudly for milk.
But I've filled her bowl.
Wild cat, I say, Sister,
Look, you have milk.
I clink my fingernail
Against the rim. Milk.
With down and liver,
A word I know she hears.
Her sad miaow. She runs
To me. She dips
In her whiskers but
Doesn't drink. As sometimes
I want the light on
When it is on. Or when
I saw the woman walking
toward my house and
I thought there's Frances.
Then looked in the car mirror
To be sure. She stalks
The room. She wants. Milk
Beyond milk. World beyond
This one, she cries.

poem by Frances Mayes
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I'm a different person. I don't want to be titled as Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain's daughter. I want to be thought of as Frances Cobain.

quote by Frances Bean Cobain
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The Guitarist Tunes Up

With what attentive courtesy he bent
Over his instrument;
Not as a lordly conquerer who could
Command both wire and wood,
But as a man with a loved woman might,
Inquiring with delight
What slight essential things she had to say
Before they started, he and she, to play.

poem by Frances Darwin Cornford
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To a Certain Gentleman

(' Women are often tempters to sexual sin and delight in it. . . A recent report of a female probation officer relates that some of the girls who, as we may say euphemistically' had gone astray,' owned to her that they enjoyed the life of the evil house.'
- The Case Against Woman Suffrage, published by the Man-Suffrage Association Opposed to Political Suffrage for Women.)

IT may be so, good sir, it may be so,
Not all who sin are tempted - that we know:
It may be darker things than this are true,
And yet, upon my soul, if I were you ­
A man, no longer young, at peace, secured
From all that tempting women have endured
Of poverty and ignorance and fear
And joy that make youth terrible and dear,
If I were you, before I took my pen
And wrote those words to hearten other men,
And give them greater sense of moral ease
In the long score of common sins like these,
If I were you, I would have held my hand
In fire.
- Ah, well; you would not understand.

poem by Alice Duer Miller
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However novel it may appear, I shall venture the assertion, that, until women assume the place in society which good sense and good feeling alike assign to them, human improvement must advance but feebly.

quote by Frances Wright
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Desperado (for Henry David Thoreau)

It is moral courage
makes the woman
or man.
Conversely,
physical courage
is quite common.

While he has never had
the moral courage
to take a stand against
'might makes right' itself,
the same man,
raised never to restrain himself
from resorting to force
as a first, and only, option,
still finds himself
hailed a hero
in an inversion
of moral law.

And the woman
with the courage
to live outside the confines
of the kitchen,
the bedroom
and
the nursery
still faces a lingering
label of perversion,
seen as usurping
mman's rightful place
at the apex
of the pyramid
of oppression.

Woman or man,
to take a stand
outside the boundaries,
to color outside the lines
of the stick figure confines
of the rigid roles prescribed
for male and female inmates
of capitalist culture's
insane asylum
runs the risk of committing
cultural suicide.

Girly men.
FemiNazis.
Real men don't cry,
have hearts or any emotions,
while real women
have been defined
by only those
obvious displays
of devotion.

Lonely
is the INDIVIDUAL
who dares to live as an outlaw
outside the ordinary
where character insists
consistently
on the courage
to be
contrary.

'It is curious - curious that physical courage should be so common in the world, and moral courage so rare.' - Mark Twain

poem by Vi Ransel
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Close God Will Stay

'Be not less...
But more with your wishes.
God is listening to you.
And 'all' that you desire
Will come true!
It will...for you!
Don't despair.
God is protecting you.
And all of His 'Angels' are aware
Of what you are going through!
You are one of 'us' they say!
Keep your faith strong.
God knows where your heart belongs!
Each and every day!
Close God will stay.
If you pray,
It is kept that way! '

Dedicated and inspired by:
Frances J. McAlpine Sharp
Educator/Performing Artist
And...mother of three ('LOL')
Hartford, Connecticut

'Frances...
Once again, I have been 'touched' to send
a 'message' directly to you! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Masculine

Phonecall:
(this is one of the neighbors from down the street.
This record of this music has been goin on all afternoon
And Im sick and tired of it. if it doesnt stop Im calling the police!)
You got me on the run, you got it your way
Now Im feeling pretty good and Im beginning to sweat
Your love is so fine, its got me feelin alright
Going out of my mind, I got to have you tonight
The girls so deep inside, like blood in my veins
Never lets me hide, now Im going insane
It makes me climb the walls, bite my nails to the bone
Its always by my side, it never leaves me alone
Chorus:
When its time to get tough, Im masculine (masculine, masculine)
When she wants to play rough, Im masculine (masculine, masculine)
Masculine
I know that Im a man from the spark in my soul
It can make me so hot, you got out of control
Grab her by the hair, drag her back to your cave
Its what makes a man a man, people always stay the same
(chorus)
Im masculine
(masculine, masculine)
(repeats)
Anytime, anyplace, anyway, in the heat of the nite and in the dark of the day
Anytime, anyplace, anyway
When its time to get tough, Im masculine (masculine, masculine)
When she wants to make love, Im masculine - what dyou say?
When she wants to make love, Im masculine
When she wants to play rough, Im masculine (masculine, masculine)
When she wants to make love, Im masculine (masculine, masculine)
If you push me Ill shove, Im masculine
When she wants to play rough, Im masculine
When she wants to make love, Im masculine...
(to fade)

song performed by by Meat Loaf
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When You Got In
I Went Out
Such Is The Wrong Timing
Of Your
Compassion

Then We Talk
About The Proper Timing
Of Our Desires

You Set The Time, The Place, And The Mood
Now It Is Not Just Desire But
Love

Yes, Love,
But Sometimes I Still Wonder
What Love Is
When Two People Meet At The Proper Time
The Proper Place, And The Proper Mood

When Everything Seems Right
And Yet
Feels So Wrong
When Everything Is Supposedly Proper
And Yet
There Is Still This
Feeling Of Impropriety

I Am 48 Years Old And You Are 49
And I Am Just Asking
When We All Want To Be Inside The Room Of
Ecstacy

And Yet
They All Want Us
Out

Just Because They Also Feel
That The Timing May Be Right
But It Simply Does Not
Look All Right

And Then You Are A Little
Bit Irritated And You Ask
Finally

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Being a woman has only bothered me in climbing trees.

quote by Frances Perkins
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Profounded-Nouned-Ness

The 'light' has always been there.
Perhaps it takes 'aging' for some to become aware of it! ?
Nothing in nature has remained the same.
It is constantly 'evolving'.
Some have accepted this as 'change'.
While others hope their observances,
Will remain for them a repeated cycle.
We are just replacements.
That's it!

'Hmmm...
A 'poem'?
I think so!
I'm just so 'full' of 'profounded-nouned-ness'.
lol.

Of course my wonderful sister, Mim, would say,
'Yeah! He's full of 'it' alright! '

Inspired By:
Frances J. McAlpine Sharp
Hartford, Connecticut
High School English Teacher

'Thank you, Ms Frances'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wrong Timing

when you got in
i went out
such is the wrong timing
of your
compassion

then we talk
about the proper timing
of our desires

you set the time, the place, and the mood
now it is not just desire but
love

yes, love,
but sometimes i still wonder
what love is
when two people meet at the proper time
the proper place, and the proper mood

when everything seems right
and yet
feels so wrong
when everything is supposedly proper
and yet
there is still this
feeling of impropriety

i am 48 years old and you are 49
and i am just asking
when we all want to be inside the room of
ecstacy

and yet
they all want us
out

just because they also feel
that the timing may be right
but it simply does not
look all right

and then you are a little bit irritated and you ask
finally:

why do you talk too much?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Like dear St. Francis of Assisi I am wedded to Poverty: but in my case the marriage is not a success.

Oscar Wilde in in a letter to his friend, Frances Forbes-Robertson
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Fragments - Lines 0429 - 0438

To beget and rear a man is easier than to put good sense
Inside him. No one yet has ever contrived a way
To make the senseless sensible and good men out of bad.
If the sons of Asklepios had this gift from the god,
To work a cure on badness and men's infatuate wits,
Many and great would be the fees they earned.
And if understanding could be fashioned and placed in a man,
Never would a good man's son have turned out bad,
By heeding the words of sensible counsel. But as it is, no teaching
Will ever serve to make the bad man good.

poem by Theognis
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Another Life 6

“Then there was another Fetish
who lived in the old Lido Hotel.
He had a scar from the side of his mouth
to the tip of his ear, with chains in his room.”
“Ain’t that always the way, ” said Candy.
“What’s that mean? ” I asked
Not responding, either one, Frances continued,
“I was young and didn’t know
he was a Fetish
till I gave him the blow job.
At the time I slept in an empty building
but didn’t like that, so when be said
he’d take me to the Lido Hotel
I expected something wonderful
but the Fetish smell only made nightmares.
He drew everything out of me
with his strange laugh
like a fake Coney Island clown.”
Candy said, “Bernstein, bring over the food.”
I spread it on the bed.
Frances ate her sandwich quickly,
then gobbled a Danish.
saying, “I like good food, especially cake
that’s why I’m round.”
And then they stared at each other
quiet, content, the seeing enough
dreams reflected
back and forth, the past also
there
impossible to drift far from
one foster home to another
where Candy had spent her youth
cast away
my arms a shelter
of sorts
but not the final home.
Frances talking fast now,
“When I did the blow job
I threw up.
I was very much disappointed.”
“There’s always that, ” said Candy softly.

poem by Charles Chaim Wax
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Another Life 5

When I returned to the Terminal Hotel
Frances said to Candy, “I like these little drinks.
I like laughter
and to maintain a good job
but lately I can’t work
except once in a while on the street.”
“That’s alright, ” said Candy
opening the bottle of Cherry Liqueur.
“I once was set up
with this guy for a date
when I spoke to him
on the phone
he had a pleasant voice
but when I saw him
he had a big head
like a circle like a full moon
deformed
the features all too big.
the worst Fetish I ever saw...”
“Fetish? ” I asked.
Candy said impatiently, “Bernstein,
don’t interrupt Franny
just look out the window.
You like that.”
Frances stared at me saying,
“Fetish. The evil ones,
the ones who lead you astray.
He went into the bedroom.
and took off his pants
then said for me to come in
for sex.
I told him I’m not like that.
Then he pressed me close
and I smelled the Fetish smell
from his ears
and a little from his anus
but not his mouth.
That’s how people are fooled.”
And I listened by the window
to profundities, to pain,
patiently, at peace
in a warm room
with Candy and this woman
safe now
the empty streets
distant, at least
a thousand miles away.

poem by Charles Chaim Wax
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Feels So Good

Feels good
Im stranded on a spaceship hideaway
And something makes me think Im here to stay
Im so happy where I am
Feels good
Ive journeyed to the other atmospheres
And every breath I take just makes it clear
Im holding heaven in my hands
Its automatic baby and it feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
These extra-sensory sensations
Are causing me some complications
Electrostatic information
Feels good
Im playing with a pleasure trafficker
Arriving soon intergalactica
Im holding heaven in my hands
Its automatic baby and it feels good
Feels good
Feels good
Feels good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
Feels so good
Feels so good
Feels so good
Feels good
Feels so good
Feels so good
Feels so good
Feels good
Im stranded on a spaceship hideaway
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good

song performed by by Jamiroquai
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