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Why!

Sisters!
I've thought o'er this until my brain has blisters.
Are you, indeed, such valiant resisters
Of all the charm, the grace, the noble bearing
Of that strange creature who's condemned to wearing
A bifurcated garment, and whose hair
Is pruned, say, monthly - if mere wear and tear
Has not destroyed the crop?
Sisters, I stop
To ponder that strange statement o'er
Once more:
And, though I don't know very much about it,
Frankly, I doubt it.
For if, indeed, you have no conscious aim,
Then why, I claim,
Why, sisters, WHY,
Why the glad eye?
And, by the by,
Why that adorable, coy, cute, elusive, shy
That certain - shall we say, that certain sly
The down-dropped eye
That half expressed desire to gently lean
Oh, you know what I mean.
If there is nothing to it,
Why do you do it?
Sisters, indeed, I am truly perplexed
Nay, almost vexed . . .
Again I pause
To meditate on certain proven laws,
On certain schemes and - shall we call them traps?
Oh, well, perhaps:
Biology and sex and motor rides,
Gardens in moonlight, the jazz, the little dinner, the bush picnic, the surfing
party and many things besides
If you are really never out to catch
(Not to say snatch)
A noble husband, then - wait a minute,
Aha! I knew there must be some catch in it!
Of course, a sudden thought,
He never IS a husband till he's caught!. . .
Let me retaliate,
And boldly state:
A spinster is mistaken in supposing
That any man, no matter how imposing,
How brave, how true, how noble, how devout
A smany of us are, without a doubt
Is out
To catch a wife.
Not - on - your - LIFE!
He's out to catch a maid.
The giddy blade!
To make her wife. Believe it or ignore it,
But, sisters, this dull world's much better for it!

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Sometimes sisters

sisters can SOMETIMES be a great thing
but except when she tells me i can't sing
if you have a older sis you know...that kind of thing

Sometimes they can be cruel
they can even sometimes rule
but you know they all like to make fun of you at school

sometimes sisters can be bright
sometimes they like to turn out the light
because they know that it gives you fright

they love to play hide and seek
but when they seek
they peek

so thats the end of sisters
until they get misters
or you give them blisters!

poem by Nicole Skillings
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Sonnet: Helmet-wearing Does Save Lives

A priceless brain resides within the skull,
From which the neural control reach each part!
–A living computer that takes each call,
And keeps all organs working fine, and heart.

A brain that’s smashed in accidents can’t work,
Nor can damaged a brain-box serve purpose;
Surrounding waters take brain off each jerk:
Protect each part in correct ways, God does.

When science has shown brain-injuries so rife,
Can be averted wearing helmets good,
Why not protect your God-given one life,
By putting proper cover like a hood?

Like how a shield protects one from a knife,
Yes, helmet-wearing saves your limbs and life!
‘Helmet-wearing does save lives! ’

poem by John Celes
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Sisters Of Mercy

Your faith is not faithful
Your grace has no grace
Your mercy shows no mercy
Is there no way out of this place?
There's a baby crying softly
In a dark and dangerous place
She's imprisones by no language
Fear grips her tiny face
In God's house she's held a hostage
By a cruel and heartless mob
There's some rules they think God's written
And it justifies their job
Sisters of mercy[sisters of mercy]
Daughters of hell[daughters of hell]
They always weave their web of lies
And wrap you in their wicked spell
Sisters of mercy[sisters of mercy]
Masters of pain[masters of pain]
They try to crucify your innocence
And do it in God's name
There's a baby sobbing softly
In a crib that's now a cage
She's done nothing to deserve this
But it sanctifies their rage
They use God like he's a weapon
Only for a chosen few
Then hide behind pious faces
Like the guilty always do
Sisters of mercy[sisters of mercy]
Mothers of shame[mothers of shame]
A baby only gets to heaven
If she's baptised in his name
Sisters of mercy[sisters of mercy]
Daughters of war[Daughters of war]
This chicks administer your penance
While the Devil guards their door
Your faith is not faithful
Your grace has no grace
Your mercy shows no mercy
Is there no way out of this place?
There's a baby who's a warrior
Sometimes tears run down her face
As she wonders should she fight
Or simply vanish from this race
If she's only learned one lesson
It's pride comes before a fall
The karma train waits for no man
But God waits for us all
Sisters of mercy[sisters of mercy]
Twi

song performed by by Cher
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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You Didn't Understand

Vacuous Julian had the following to say
about our religious beliefs: 'I read, I understood,
I condemned'. He thought we'd be devastated
by that 'condemned', the silly ass.
Witticisms like that don't get by with us Christians.
Our quick reply: 'You read but didn't understand;
had you understood, you wouldn't have condemned.'

poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Unicorn 7

This forest glade, mossy, silent underfoot,
shaft of sunlight catching the quivering flight of woodland moths,
tempts even the shyest, slender deer
whose slightest nostril twitch, reveals a whole forest’s map;
the crackle of a single twig, a disappearing, graceful leap;
yet even the deer graze undisturbed
when in a thought’s space, that creature’s there;
for not proximity but presence, is what they share;
each, in peace, moves in the other’s presence;
this we know as peace.

and on the high hills where the air is ever on the move,
the eagle, circling like the first navigator
of the globe – yet seeing so much more –
glances undisturbed; with knowledge, and love, too, that’s beyond
family, or prey, when that strange, familiar white creature
with flowing mane, prances, canters, into sight; their presence shared
so far apart; so near.

and in the foamy waves, the dolphins leap and sport
around it, as that creature, open-mouthed as if in joy,
shakes from its wet and glorious mane
the salty drops of water, while the dolphins
speak to it in a language beyond beauty’s sound –

so this noble creature in its turn
undisturbed by those to whom it shows itself
beyond all perturbations of the world;
detached, yet gives itself to all;

Orpheus, or unicorn, or Muse –
to be led by such a creature, joyously,
knowing nothing of the where or here or there
but trust – this the poetry of the world.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Origins

The plaster continues to crumble
It's because of the light!
That blasted light!
I see the floors are sinking in
In the derelict of light.

I am a creature of comfort
Because of the light!
Oh, that blasted light!
Lavish me in the finest of things
Without the curse of the light.

The horror within is now revealed
Why, because of the light.
Oh, that blasted light!
And with the darkness, my beauty is healed.
Because of the light, oh the light.

Do you find I have cause to lie?
Yes, I do.
It's because of the light!
For all that my soul is suffering
And I am a creature of night.

I am a creature of comfort
I am a creature of fright
I'm a creature of sensual pleasure
I'm a creature with just one little bite.

I am a creature of legend
I am a creature of night
I'm a creature that stalks in the shadows
I'm a creature that hides from the light.

I am a creature unwanted
I am a creature with might
I'm a creature seduced by the hunger
I'm a creature of mischief and rife.

I am a creature so sadly
I am a creature, that's right
I'm a creature without soul
As low as it goes
I'm the creature to end your life

poem by Maura Herboldsheimer
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