I always wear something slightly masculine.
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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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She alone can judge
.
Who is masculine?
He, with the muscles of Hercules,
Or he, with the valour of Ulysses.
Who is masculine?
He, who swayed like Asoka, the Emperor,
Or he, who bullied like Hitler, the Dictator
Who is masculine?
He, who seduced so many,
Or he, who reproduced many
Who is masculine?
He, who lived in many sweet-hearts,
Or he who loved many sweet-hearts
Who is masculine?
He, who sent her to orgasm,
Or he, who held her to his bosom
Who is masculine?
He, who courted anything feminine
Or he who excited anything feminine
Who is masculine?
She alone can define,
The Empress, of her domain.
27.06.97
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Im Going Slightly Mad
Words and music by queen
When the outside temperature rises
And the meaning is oh so clear
One thousand and one yellow daffodils
Begin to dance in front of you - oh dear
Are they trying to tell you something
Youre missing that one final screw
Youre simply not in the pink my dear
To be honest you havent got a clue
Im going slightly mad
Im going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - ooh oh
It finally happened
Im slightly mad
Oh dear
Im one card short of a full deck
Im not quite the shilling
One wave short of a shipwreck
Im not my usual top billing
Im coming down with a fever
Im really out to sea
This kettle is boiling over
I think Im a banana tree
Oh dear
Im going slightly mad
Im going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - uh huh
It finally happened
Im slightly mad
Oh dear
Ooh ooh ah ah
Ooh ooh ah ah
Im knitting with only one needle
Unravelling fast its true
Im driving only three wheels these days
But my dear how about you
Im going slightly mad
Im going slightly mad
It finally happened
It finally happened - oh yes
It finally happened
Im slightly mad
Just very slightly mad
And there you have it
song performed by by Queen
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There's nothing masculine about being competitive. There's nothing masculine about trying to be the best at everything you do, nor is there anything wrong with it. I don't know why a female athlete has to defend her femininity just because she chooses to play sports.
quote by Rebecca Lobo
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The Moon Realizes The Importance Of The Sun
feminine moon
fearing the masculine sun
preferring
the presence of the
friendly
eunuch stars
halfway in the darkness
of its night
the moon realizes
the sun is missed
badly enough
it wishes for the break of day
but then the curse
has been made
there is no way for feminine moon
to be with the masculine sun again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I heard thy verses
I heard thy verses amidst thine aubergine,
text lines thank thine Italian fettuccini,
tho' slightly thy melon guiled my arccosine.
Thy bare feet on grapes dance for wine,
Bound to thee my greed for baked panini,
I heard thy verses amidst thine aubergine.
Thy radish desire - in veins is flow malign,
dance fayre amid spud and fresh zucchini,
tho' slightly thy melon guiled my arccosine.
Thy casseroles enjoy thee, as I be on line,
dare to kisse thy big toe- al dente linguini,
I heard thy verses amidst thine aubergine.
Oh, fayre maiden thy kisse doe not decline,
Thy coles 'n' lettuce I love, wear a beanie,
tho' slightly thy melon guiled my arccosine.
Thou doe not cook bacon wearing a bikini,
thy squash embrac'd art, e'er to enshrine.
I heard thy verses amidst thine aubergine.
tho' slightly thy melon guiled my arccosine
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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This And/Or That
When my masculine talks to your masculine, watch out-
We wind up butting heads and can agree on nothing,
Both eager to lead, slow to follow.
When my feminine talks to your feminine, beware-
We horrify each other's apathy and get nothing done,
Each inclined to leave it up to the other.
But when my masculine talks to your feminine
Or when your masculine lectures my feminine
Then we have something, Bonnie. Then we walk together.
How rude of Western lore to say, sticking a pin in a map,
'Here-you are here.' As if our human hearts were a subway
And we needed to be told where we be.
It's not like what silly religions say-
Those murderous carry-overs from a former day
When everyone plowed or milked cows and dwelt on farms.
A little of this, a little of that
Is what we the people are. When will the West wake up?
People are neither gods, devils, boys, girls, white, black,
But in spite of Deuteronomy, a little of both:
Shame, ironically, an import from the East-
All neurosis rooted in the shame of being,
Or the trauma of being not.
You only live once. Make it good. Be of good cheer.
Man, learning this, may indeed survive.
Doing unto others as you'd have them do unto you
Is probably still the best basis for morality.
Oh, and Moderation in all things. Essentially Greek.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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You Wear It So Well
All of those things
Yeah, that you got to give
Yeah, you wear it so well
Hey, you wear it so well
All of those stories
Honey, that i know you could tell
Yeah, you wear it so well
And your face hides it so we can't tell
That you knew we would wear it so well
You wear it so well
Yeah darling, you wear it so well
(you wear it so well)
Yeah baby, you wear it so well
(you wear it so well)
Yeah now baby, you wear it so well
(you wear it so well)
Hey now darling now, yeah, you wear it so well
(you wear it so well)
All of those things
That make poets sing
You wear it so well
Yeah, you hide it so well
And all of those pain
That you used to tell
You hide it so well
Can't tell from your face that you knew it so well
Hey, now that you have such a story to tell
Yeah, you got style and grace and you wear it so well
You wear it so well
And you got, you got such a story to tell
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you wear it so well
Grace and style equals you so well
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you wear it so well, well, yeah, so well
Yeah, you wear it, wear it, wear it now, wear it now, baby
Yeah, now you wear it so well
And you got such a story to tell
(ooohhh, ooohhh, ooohhh)
(ooohhh, you wear it so well)
(you wear it so well)
(you wear it so well)
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Being slightly paranoid is like being slightly pregnant - it tends to get worse.
quote by Molly Ivins
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The missing
I was missing...
I was missing...
At my self
I was missing...
Wear is i am...?
wear is i am...?
Asking for my mind
Any time...
I am missing...
For my sence...
Wear i am...?
My work...
my money...
my poem's...
my dayana...
Wear i am...
Wear...?
I was leave
At me...
But...
I was searching
For the world drama...
I was search
Wear i am...?
My answer is;
'Missing...! '
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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I felt slightly superior to student politics, for instance. I had no reason to think this, but I thought of myself as slightly more seasoned. I became quite cynical talking to my student friends.
quote by Kazuo Ishiguro
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I Wear A Smile
I wear a smile
that never reach my eyes.
I wear a smile
that feels misplaced.
I wear a smile
that is completely fake.
I wear a smile
to drown my sorrow.
I wear a smile
but i'm so numb.
One day this mask will break,
but then it will be too late.
poem by Precious Arroyo
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First Impressions can be false
The vicar wore a summer frock
when he was preaching to his flock.
His chosen theme intolerance
afforded him the perfect chance.
To openly admit he was
a little different because.
By nature disinclined to fight
the urges which to him felt right.
Confidently masculine.
He did not feel clothes should define
ones sexual identity
and should be viewed more tolerantly.
All deviations from the norm
considered so we might reform
The way we judge our fellow men
It is time to take stock again.
A brawny Scotsman we accept
can wear a kilt we don’t suspect.
that he might be effeminate.
In fact we think that he looks great.
A prime example of a man.
Which only goes to show we can forget
our preconceived ideas.
A man defines the clothes he wears
In days of yore Dandies would dress
in silks and velvet to impress
and would defend with naked steel
the right to dress the way they feel.
I find it hard to understand
why people condemn out of hand
Men who do not seem to care
what you think they ought wear.
A man has every right to dress
in any fashion more nor less.
Women can wear trouser suits
and if they choose to heavy boots.
If your reaction to his clothes
is to suspect he’s one of those
Then you display your ignorance
and complete lack of tolerance.
16-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Womens Next
womens are
not sexy wear...
womens are
not beauty wear...
womens are not
funny wear...
womens are not
hotty wear...
womens are
a power wear..
in another world...
not only child birth
with hands
with brain
with works
with loves
make a new world...
tommrow...
that is day near...
very near...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Stop Me If You Think Youve Heard This One Before
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that youve
Heard this one before
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that youve heard this one before
Nothings changed
I still love you, oh, I still love you
...only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love
I was delayed, I was way-laid
An emergency stop
I smelt the last ten seconds of life
I crashed down on the crossbar
And the pain was enough to make
A shy, bald, buddhist reflect
And plan a mass murder
Who said lied Id to her ?
Oh, who said Id lied because I never ? I never !
Who said Id lied because I never ?
I was detained, I was restrained
And broke my spleen
And broke my knee
(and then he really laced into me)
Friday night in out-patients
Who said Id lied to her ?
Oh, who said Id lied ? - because I never, I never
Who said Id lied ? - because I never
Oh, so I drank one
It became four
And when I fell on the floor ...
...i drank more
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that youve
Heard this one before
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that youve heard this one before
Nothings changed
I still love you, oh, I still love you
...only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love
song performed by by Smiths
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God Is Every Wear
God is every wear
God is every wear
Who is god...! ?
It is love...
It is true....
It is nature...
It is suprime power
No no...is only golden word's...!
From who is god...! ?
For child wood
Your father and mother
For middle age
Your wife...
Old age
Your children...!
Thats all;
Every wear god is
Thear...
You only do the love...!
Make a happy home
And make a happy world...!
So.., god is every wear...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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I want to find a way to reach young women emotionally and also to start providing clothing for them so that they can wear the same things their thin friends can wear. I really want to do evening wear and prom dresses for these girls.
quote by Delta Burke
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Sometime After Midnight
Sometime after midnight,
The streets are dark and deserted,
Muted by the vagrant silence in the wind.
The clouds pout softly.
A steady stream of slightly chilled rain water
Washes over the slightly fogged windows.
Inside, a glowing television set
Whispers its story to sleeping ears
That wouldn't have been listening if awake.
An empty gas station across the street
Hums, dimly lit, and cars pass around it
With nowhere to go.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Nothing is either all masculine or all feminine except having sex.
quote by Marlo Thomas
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