A Short Scream
Have you ever woken in the night
with a white figure approaching you?
You give out a short scream
thinking you’ve seen a ghost
and your neighbours think
you are having a loud orgasm,
but everything is all right.
It is only your partner returning to bed
after their nightly visit to the loo.
poem by David Harris
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Fall
You were the question
I need an answer
You'd never know how scared I was
Falling in love
You would talk softly
You are a riddle
And I felt so innocent
Standing in your eyes
So hear me now
I'll scream out loud
Can't figure out
How you entered into my world
And I fall down
You are the vision
I'm always seeing, oh
And being alone right there with you
Left me satisfied
You're all I need in life
So hear me now
I'll scream out loud
Can't figure out
How you entered into my world
And I fall down
And I fall down, oh, oh
And now what can I say
I'm so far away
Waiting for the day
When I'll be
Standing in your eyes
In your eyes, whoa, oh
So hear me now
I'll scream out loud
Can't figure out
How you entered into my world
And I fall down
And you crash into me...
song performed by by Michelle Branch
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An Excerpt
i know...ha-ha-ha...i'm happy for you..
it's good you don't have children yet, at least you can do whatever you want. but in my case i have two boys and it's like a domino reaction.
mawala na ang trust nila sa ako-a.
(they will lose their trust in me)
maybe if i am divorced i could do whatever i want without any consequence.
maybe that's why she can do it because she is separated from her husband and she likes you to start with.
well
maybe i will too! if i am in her situation.
lami gud ang orgasm..ha-ha-ha
(orgasm is exciting)
maksingit gyud ko ug ahat,
(maybe i will scream)
ha-ha-ha
what a lengthy exposition when what you can do is simply make a very short and erotic
poem
ha-ha-ha, was that a poem already?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sex is not hunger oriented.
With the same partner,
Even monthly is loathsome and tiresome.
With the change of partner.
Even daily is welcome with orgasm.
Sex hunger is for taste, not for food.
05.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Wishful Thinkin'
came to Hollywood
Gonna be a movie star
She got off the bus
She didn't get far
Now she can act as good as Meryl Streep
Dreams of stardom when she sleeps
The casting couch makes her scream
Wasn't like this in her dreams
Chorus
wishful thinking
Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me good
Wishful thinking
Let's go
Came to hollywood
Gonna be a big rock star
He can play a million riffs on this here guitar
Now he works two jobs can't get a break
Takes little white pills to stay awake
No record deals just make him scream
It wasn't like this in his dream
Clorus
(come on Bobby)
(Yeah I like that)
Hollywood
superstars
Rock n' roll Denny's
Topless bars
Do a porno movie make some extra cash
But you spend it all to fast
Hollywood just makes you scream
It wasn't like this in your dreams
Chorus
Dream. wishful thinking
Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me good
Wishful thinking yeah yeah
Let's go
song performed by by Poison
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Ghost Behind My Eyes
There is person living in my head
She comes to visit every night in bed
I fight the demon, but it just wont fall
The voices in my dungeon starting to call
The spiders dancing on the wall
Suicide of love we could have had it all
And it is you, you are the ghost behind my eyes
The ghost that tells me lies
The princess of the dark has made my mind home
My haunted head and her wont leave me alone
She dances on my heart with fire in my soul
I hate that feeling when Im loosing control
The spiders dancing on the wall
Suicide of love we could have had it all
And it is you, you are the ghost behind my eyes
The ghost that tells me lies
I wish to God that I could sleep
Again, oh peace again
And wake up from this nightmare
Free again
Free again, oh me again
There is a woman in my head
She comes to visit every night in bed
The spiders dancing on the wall
Suicide of love we could have had it all
And it is you, you are the ghost behind my eyes
You, you are the ghost behind my eyes
You, you are the ghost behind my eyes
Behind my eyes
The ghost behind my eyes
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Graveyard Ghost
There was a graveyard by my house,
I saw a ghost while sleeping on the couch.
See I had just sprained my ankle,
and was upstairs,
I slept in the basement,
usually but my muscles I did tear.
So one night I woke up to see
what was hovering close to me.
A figure was at the foot of my bed,
it was a figure that I would soon dread,
Ghost whose body was long since dead.
I told him telepathically,
to get away and please do leave.
He put on the sweater that was at my feet,
I felt better and went back to sleep.
Now one month later I did see,
another figure outside by the tree.
He was waiting at the corner for a bus,
I thought was a human I did trust.
When I drove up to the corner
he had disappeared,
The bus was still coming,
it still wasn’t near.
Another ghost comes to see if I’m o.k,
that’s what my friend did say.
No harm from the ghosts across the street,
they keep to themselves unless you
were in pain like me.
Written on Feb.21,2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Graveyard Ghost
There was a graveyard by my house,
I saw a ghost while sleeping on the couch.
See I had just sprained my ankle,
and was upstairs,
I slept in the basement,
usually but my muscles I did tear.
So one night I woke up to see
what was hovering close to me.
A figure was at the foot of my bed,
it was a figure that I would soon dread,
Ghost whose body was long since dead.
I told him telepathically,
to get away and please do leave.
He put on the sweater that was at my feet,
I felt better and went back to sleep.
Now one month later I did see,
another figure outside by the tree.
He was waiting at the corner for a bus,
I thought was a human I did trust.
When I drove up to the corner
he had disappeared,
The bus was still coming,
it still wasn’t near.
Another ghost comes to see if I’m o.k,
that’s what my friend did say.
No harm from the ghosts across the street,
they keep to themselves unless you
were in pain like me.
Written on Feb.21,2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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An Endless Loop
Over and over again
you come to my mind
especially at night;
I replay our scenes,
I tell myself it is not right
to obsess.
But telling me this
only makes; you
come
for a longer visit
than if
I had said nothing at all
to myself.
I try to think of something else
but not to think of you
is to intensify
thinking of you,
and I get frightened
that I will flip again
into the endless loop
called thinking of you.
I am torn,
partly wanting to
even if part too
does not want to.
I hear my final sigh,
gentle excitement grows
and I can feel
that sweet surrender glow
and I give in,
I give in,
I give in,
its so
so wonderful
to give myself
you,
even if
I first
resist.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I Scream
Vs.1 I shout when I'm angry,
I yell when I'm mad.
It doesn't really matter what kind of day I had.
[Because I have no one to save me! ]
(chorus)
I scream and shout,
Raise my voice and shout out loud,
I scream day and night,
Everyone's sayin' it's alright, but
I don't know 'bout that.
Man, I scream!
Vs.2 They think I am crazy,
They think I am bad.
No one really knows about the troubles I have had.
[Because I have no one to save me! ]
(chorus)
(long solo)
Vs.3 I walk like I'm awesome,
I walk like I'm proud.
Everyone knows who I am and that I'm really loud.
[And now, my song is almost done! ]
(chorus) x 2
Yeahhhhhh
I SCREAM!
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Commitment Phobia
Figure is enough for a day partner.
Behaviors count for a part-time partner.
Only for a life-time partner do need
Faith, status, tolerance and commitment.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ghost
Tell me
Who is not a ghost
Ghost is a ghost
To afraid ghost
Is to afraid thyself
It is good to
Go with the ghost
Ghost is for a
Short time with us
Ghost left
Our works stop.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Plynth
(hopkins, wood, stewart)
I've woken up on mornings such as this
And thought exactly the same as i'm thinking now
Every night for a year i've slept alone
My cold damp room looks worse than me.
I got a fear of death that creeps on every night
I know i won't die soon but then again i might
Just like water down the drain i'm wasting away
And oh, doctors can't help. a ghost of a man, that's me.
I'm going far
Ah, ah, ah
And oh, water down the drain flows to the sea
The pattern of my life keeps a-hauntin' me
Like moisture from the ocean fills the sky
Comes on down to the ground as time goes by.
Ah, ah, ah
Please don't weep for me when i'm gone
Ah, ah, ah
I got a fear of death that creeps on every night
I know i won't die soon but then again i might
Please don't weep for me when i'm gone
Ah, ah, ah
A fear of death that creeps on every night
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Wife is driven to wall.[India]
A woman as a wife is pathetic.
She starts her career as a sleeping partner,
Then as a yielding partner, a competing partner,
A demanding partner and a losing partner.
No time was she a choosing partner.
She winds up as a deceived partner
And a sexually deceased partner.
In days to some, she will turn
to decry wifehood and defy manhood.
27.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Naked Dice
The orange horizon has but briefly glowed,
And Dice dons her jacket, her only clothes,
And begins her departure for her nearby abode.
Her nightly motive, only the Creator knows.
Because of her spots and freckles everywhere,
Dice, I call her, and nothing more.
Nightly, her footsteps are on my stair.
She’s in no more than a jacket, at my door.
She poses and pokes her nakedness,
As if it was her own invention.
And we spend the night in silent bliss,
For which I give more than honorable mention.
Her delicate figure gleams like the moon.
And in the twilight, erotic display,
As quaint as a familiar tune,
Embellishes my evenings in this way.
Daybreak always seems too near,
For it means her parting, my dear Dice.
So I thank the Creator that she is here,
Dashing the night’s darkness with sugar and spice.
poem by Albert Price
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Cant Help Thinking About Me
Question-time that says I brought dishonour
My heads bowed in shame
It seems that Ive blackened the family name
Mother says that she cant stand the neighbours talking
Ive gotta pack my bags, leave this home, start walking, yeah
Im guilty
I wish that I was sorry this time
I wish that I could pay for my crime
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
Remember when we used to go to church on sundays
I lay awake at night, terrified of school on mondays
Oh, but its too late now
I wish I was a child again
I wish I felt secure again
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
As I pass a recreation ground
I remember my friends, always been found and I cant
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
Now I leave them all in the never never land
The station seems so cold the tickets in my hand
My girl calls my name hi dave
Drop in, see around, come back
If youre this way again
Oh, Im on my own
Ive got a long way to go
I hope I make it on my own
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
song performed by by David Bowie
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Everybody Scream
EVERYBODY SCREAM
Attention boils & ghouls
It's time for Dr. Wolfenstein's
Creature Feature Show
Yeah Solitary things, in a monster eye
Undertaker, fog high in a coffin sky
Cool ghoul, ain't a fool All the ladies cry
Ghost host, with the most All the ladies die
Everybody Scream for Wolfenstein
A skeleton brain, in a graveyard mind
Everybody Scream for Wolfenstein
A voodoo daddy he's a one of a kind Yeah
Ah! The Doctor is in!
Don't scream, don't move, haha!
I'm your host Your ghost host, with the most
Dr. Wolfenstein
Yeah Shriekin' in the night, on holy hills
A matter badder, baby Givin' you the chills
Cool ghoul, ain't a fool Sharpen up the fangs
Ghost host, with the most Join a monster jam
Everybody Scream for Wolfenstein
A skeleton brain, in a graveyard mind
Everybody Scream for Wolfenstein
A voodoo daddy he's a one of a kind Yeah
Yeah Everybody Scream for Wolfenstein
A skeleton brain, in a graveyard mind
Everybody Scream for Wolfenstein
A voodoo daddy he's a one of a kind Yeah
*Evil laugh*
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Flirt and copulate
A beloved gave her heart and then her flesh.
She gets quick orgasm.
The wife gave her flesh and then heart.
She gets slow orgasm.
An admirer gives her heart and no access.
She gets it in masturbation.
A slut gives her flesh and not her heart.
She never gets orgasm.
Unless you cause orgasm
You are not worth the man to woman.
Flirt and copulate. It is supreme.
12.08.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Im Little But Im Loud
(jimmy dickens/boudleaux bryant)
Im puny short and little but Im loud
I learned to do my singing walking long behind a plow
The singing teacher always passed me by
And so I have to sing the only way that I know how
Just rear back open up and let her fly
Im little but Im loud
Im poor but Im proud
Im countrified an I dont care who knows it
Im like a banty rooster in a big red rooster crowd
Im puny short and little but Im loud
Im puny short and little but Im loud
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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Last Night
She was there at the bar, she heard my guitar
She was long and tall, she was the queen of them all
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night
She was dark and discreet, she was light on her feet
We went up to her room and she lowered the boom
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night
Down below they danced and sang in the street
While up above the walls were steaming with heat
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night
I was feeling no pain, feeling good in my brain
I looked in her eyes, they were full of surprise
Last night, talking about last night
Last night, talking about last night
I asked her to marry me she smiled and pulled out a knife
The partys just beginning she said, its your money or you life
Last night, talking about last night
Last night, talking about last night
Now Im back at the bar, she went a little too far
She done me wrong, all I got is this song
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night
song performed by by George Harrison
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Self denial is like self burial.
The middle age %
Women at forty are vulnerable.
Beware! Your estrogen levels are dropping.
Why not make the most of it right now?
Shyness has been shed; awkwardness has gone.
It is time for you to take the lead
When it comes to your own orgasm,
The orgasm that’s eluded you thus far,
From the monotony you stuck in.
You must reveal yourself in newfound youth.
You must assert yourself with newfound guts.
Yes, you must take the control of your sex.
If not, it is you who are the loser.
At this stage you are the most attractive.
Composure added, you are in glow.
As the sex is important part of the life,
Your assets unused must not go waste.
It is true you are hungry for strangers.
Men are hungrier for women of your age.
Now a stranger only can explore you.
He only can drive you to get orgasm.
It is time you tasted orgasm again.
Finding orgasm is not breaking home.
It is just physical gratification.
Man must shut his eyes and woman, her qualms.
He must let her get what he couldn’t give her.
If he let go of her, he’ll get such like her.
You need not elope, nor own a paramour.
Hire a man and fire him after he fired.
It’s not a crime when done with the knowledge.
Men must disarm his possessiveness
And abandon his probing tendencies.
15.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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