Caught in the Undertow
COLIN, worshipping some frail,
By self-deception sways her:
Calls himself unworthy male,
Hardly even fit to praise her.
But this tactic insincere
In the upshot greatly grieves him
When he finds the lovely dear
Quite implicitly believes him.
poem by Christopher Morley
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Lovely kiss
On beach
Two young
lover's
lovely seen
Asking for male
One kiss...
Female did not
kiss the male...
'A...kiss me...'
Again and again
Asking for male...
Femae hit face of male
With flower hand...
Hit also 'lovely kiss'
For love...?
Male face not good...
Smile female...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Vindicated
There are two of me, one believes you implicitly, all
arguments and problems are my fault, everything I
say is wrong – as you claim with such conviction –
this enables me to respect and honour you
quite unconditionally
And an inner core, a rebel self who believes for mental
health I should believe something else, I have a right to
an opinion, you make mistakes and refuse to listen, I’m
not the mean and egoistic being you believe me to be
this enables me to tolerate myself
Not die on the spot of shame and humiliation for being me
though you are Doctor Know-It-All and Mr Perfect, I have a
right to be imperfect, horrible me without pretension; - if I did
not move all this into negative me, I would have had nothing
left - but the positive side still believes
Someday I shall be vindicated in love…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Street Dogs
Male dog
Too
Lady dog...
Lovely play...
On
Th street...
Another male
Dog comes
Lovingely
For female dog...
Male dog with
Male dog fighting...
Too Biting...
Female dog
Simply running...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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I Loved You...And You Lied
It simply grieves my heart
To even say goodbye
For every single part
Of me just wants to die
And time has all but ceased
My feelings are all numbed
The pain greatly increased
To this heartbreak I succumb
There seems a lost tomorrow
For our dear Love has died
No, You cannot grasp my sorrow
I loved you... and you lied.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Who Is God, That God Needs To Be Praised?
WHO IS GOD THAT GOD NEEDS TO BE PRAISED?
Who is God that God needs to be praised?
Who are we that we are worthy of praising God?
Isn’t this Praise a form of flattery?
And how can God possibly want or need it?
We may need to praise-
Out of Gratitude
We may need to thank God
For all our blessings,
But does God want us to be flatterers
Who think to be rewarded for our praise?
I need to thank God
In that need is the Praise
But Praise alone
Makes both God and me
Seem unworthy.
I thank God
For having given me
This Poem.
If it is a poem.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Could Not Praise Myself
I COULD NOT PRAISE MYSELF
I could not praise myself
For all I had
Or had not done-
And when a few praised me
I felt unworthy-
Yet Praise I wanted
And Love more than Praise
And even more
For God to Care for
those I love.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Impossible Generalized Man today is the critic who believes in loving those unworthy of love as well as those worthy - yet believes this only insofar as no personal risk is entailed. Meaning he loves no one, worthy or no. This is what makes him impossible.
quote by Nelson Algren
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Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven
Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven;
To His feet Thy tribute bring!
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like me His praise should sing?
Praise Him! praise Him!
Praise the everlasting King!
Praise Him for His grace and favour,
To our fathers in distress!
Praise Him still the same for ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless!
Praise Him! praise Him!
Glorious in His faithfulness!
Father-like, He tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame He knows.
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes,
Praise Him! praise Him!
Widely as His mercy flows!
Frail as summer's flower we flourish:
Blows the wind, and it is gone.
But while mortals rise and perish,
God endures unchanging on.
Praise Him, Praise Him,
Praise the high eternal One!
Angels, help us to adore Him;
Ye behold Him face to face:
Sun and moon, bow down before Him;
Dwellers all in time and space,
Praise Him! praise Him!
Praise with us the God of grace!
poem by Henry Francis Lyte
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Remarkably Insincere
Yeah, I'm such a liar
One time I told you
You were the highlight
Of all of my sexual life
While I'm confessing
When you're undressing
I was picking the lock
On your safe with my knife
Einstein
If you're so naive
That you believe
Everything I said to you
Well, I got your sex
And wrote you rubber checks
Well, what did you think
I was gonna do
My reputation for exaggeration
It never got to you
That's why I left Duluth
Sometimes I stretch the truth
My dearest darling
You know that luggage
It belonged to the blond
With the really nice pair
And incidentally
I sorely missed you
The pain was so hard to bear
If I would rate you
Not that I hate you
But you would end up
Eighth, maybe ninth in your class
Your build is hot now
If you could use your
Brain like you use your ass
Oh, you're so naive
How could you believe
Everything I said to you
My reputation for exaggeration
It never got to you
Sometimes I'm so uncouth
Sometimes I stretch the truth
Hey, I'm such a liar
One time I told you
You were the highlight
Of all of my sexual life
I'm remarkably insincere
Incredibly insincere
Totally insincere
Oh don't take it so hard, my dear
I'm consistently insincere
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Dear pity, how, ah!
Dear pity, how, ah! how, wouldst thou become her!
That best becometh beauty's best attiring;
Shall my desert deserve no favour from her?
But still to waste myself in deep adminring,
Like him who calls to echo to relieve him,
Still tells and hears the tale, Oh! tale that grieves him.
poem by John Wilbye
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Colin The Cumberland Sausage
Colin the Cumberland sausage
was as happy as a pig in mud.
Today the master butcher made him
for the table of Mr Wood.
So full of beans was Colin
he was nearly bursting from his skin,
until the butcher wrapped him in paper
for the errand boy to deliver him.
Colin the Cumberland sausage
was delivered the very same day
to Publican Wood at the Barley Mow pub
who would cook him in the usual way.
Colin was laid out on the table
ready to go in the pan,
but Wuffer the dog entered the kitchen
and took Colin in his mouth and ran.
Now nobody knows what became of Colin
we assume he was eaten by the dog,
but don’t be surprised to see his brother
on the table of the Barley Mow pub.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Free, Male, & Twenty-one
Were free
Were male
Were twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
Its not enough to be twenty-one and free
Its not the same as male and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
This is such a fine distinction
The career that weve begun
I just made twenty-one
Im old enough to run
For congressman or clerk of the public works
Or dogcatcher or something just as dumb
If I should choose to run
I make no exaggeration
Just a statement of the facts
Now Im second generation
And I am manly to the max
And no one can decree
Just who I have to be
The choice is up to me
And if I could be anything, Id be
Male and twenty-one
Its nice to be a man
I use it all I can
I never had a choice for a higher voice
But I have to say Im glad to be a man
Since this is what I am
Sigmund freud may have a crisis
With his own identity
But theres nothing wrong with me
Because I enjoy being a boy
And all that it will say upon my resume
Free, male, and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
If I could change
Change anything, everything
Everything in the world
Then I would make
Half of the world
Free, male, and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
And I dont believe in heaven
What a let down it would be
And I hope theres not a hell
But there must be a God cause he made me
Free, male, and twenty-one
Theres got to be a God cause he made me
Male and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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O you, dear trees, you have learned so much of beauty
O you, dear trees, you have learned so much of beauty,
You must have studied this only the ages long!
Men have thought of God and laughter and duty.
And of love. And of song.
But you, dear trees, from your birth to your hour of dying,
Have cared for this one way only of being wise.
Lovely, lovely, lovely, the sapling sighing.
Lovely the dead tree lies.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Seven Years In Tibet
Are you ok
Youve been shot in the
Head
And Im holding your brains
The old woman said
So I drink in the shadows
Of an evening sky
See nothing at all
The stars look so special
The snow looks so old
A frail form is drifting
Beyond the yoga-zone
Time to question the
Mountain
Why pigs can fly
Its nothing at all
I praise to you
Nothing ever goes away
I praise to you
Nothing ever goes
I praise to you
song performed by by David Bowie
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She Believes In Me
i'm tossing and turning and i can't get to sleep
got something on my mind - i just can't release
then she whispers so softly - that she believes in me
if i let her down - and tried to disguise it
she always see through it always replies that
no matter what i do - she believes in me
all the times i failed - gone slighty off the rails
she's there to remind me - she believes in me
when it all goes wrong and i feel i'm own
she's there to remind me - she believes in me
don't get me wrong - i not some kind of fool
i give her my world if she asked me to
cuz here's no denying - she believes in me
but i'm only human - i'm just a guy
that sometimes makes mistakes and i can't explain why
some say crazy - but she believes in me
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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Legs And The Man
Alas, my dear, be you high-born,
Or just a Sydney cutie,
I fear you've earned a he-man's scorn
Thro' failing in your duty.
A lady would avert her eyes,
Taught by her caste to realise
That the male leg without disguise
Is not a thing of beauty.
Even when used to underpin
A dress-reforming dandy,
‘Tis still a prop of reddened skin,
Mostly knock-kneed, or bandy.
And, oh, my dear, you must have known
How sensitive are those who own
These knobby knuckles thickly sown
With ebon hairs, or sandy.
And oh, my dear, be you de Vere,
Or just some saucy Sadie,
To goggle when male shanks appear
Is positively shady.
But should you giggle - Oh, dear! Oh!
No matter how grotesque the show,
All proper gentlemen must know
You're low. You ain't no lady.
But oh, my dear, and ah, my dear,
Learn etiquette. For when, dear,
You in those fetching shorts appear
At tennis now and then, dear;
Men may stare hard, they may stare long,
Their heads a-whirl, their hearts a song;
Yet, save your scorn. There's nothing wrong.
They still are gentlemen, dear.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Rus. Vs. Urbs
Whenever the penner of this pome
Regards a lovely country home,
He sighs, in words not insincere,
"I think I'd like to live out here."
And when the builder of this ditty
Returns to this pulsating city,
The perpetrator of this pome
Yearns for a lovely country home.
poem by Franklin P. Adams
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Deception of trust
you'll never know the price too pay...
if he only finds out
the deception you show
its not worth my trust
the tears he'd cry if only he knew
both of us are in on this game
this game they call lust
but we break this bond he calls trust
trust too build trust too break
the finger points your way from him
if only he knew that trust
you broke oh so long ago
trust theres no such thing from you
hes my angel but you dont know
just like he doesnt realise
you aint worthy of that trust
poem by Pilar Killeen
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Any seeming deception in a statement is costly, not only in the expense of the advertising but in the detrimental effect produced upon the customer, who believes she has been misled.
quote by John Wanamaker
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Loot of Kissess
In bed
At sex...
Time...
Male change
Female...
Female change
Male...
At the bed...
Male is
Female...
Female is male...
It only not
Feeelling...
Bodys sexual
Enjoy of
Eneargy....
Making male
This think...?
Don't woory male...
Too love to female
Give eneargy kissess
For loot....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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