Two Mutes In The Press Room
The two mutes we hired
to wheel hot type
are bickering again
Their fingers
quicker than beaks of cocks
tear the air
with perfect curses
tongues never utter
ears never hear
poem by Donal Mahoney
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Typing...
fingers
playing...
with out type writer...
but...
type human body
male with female...
type a kiss
a sex...
a love...
what is this...?
typing fingers only
no it....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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To III
Nature gave you lustrous eyes, but weak
And lovely apricot ears, though deaf to hear
Weak to see the damage that you wreak
Deaf to hear my importuning air.
So, to fix this ailment of your eyes
I have hired a noted oculist
Consulting for your stoppered ears, likewise,
A noted otolaryngologist.
The first examined and pronounced you sound
Calling you blindness 'cortical' alas.
The second you for hearing perfect found
And swore the malady her practice past
Though neither thought the bug at hand was killing
And guessed I would recover, heaven willing.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Sex Type Drug
Just take it nice and slow
Like jelly in a mould (singin')
Dressed in a perfect skin
You're like a manequin
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Just need to make you see
Perfection is a sin, yeah
Just feed you like a dog
Just wanna hear you come
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Sex type thing
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
You feed me like a drug
I lick you up and swallow
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
song performed by by Feeder
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Be Young You
The tongues of some men are made of metal
The tongues of some men are made of oil
But the keeper of those men never rolled
Their tongues for anybodys free ride but his own
Now the oily tongues are thirsty for black gold.
But the old men are going to bed
Theyll be sleeping through the future
And the children red with fire
They got to move away the old mans rusty beds.
Now the tongue, the tongue of a master
That should be laughter - with dancing legs
Like a flying wheel for the weak and sad man
Some tongues of man are made of silence
And your eyes will listen.
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
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When the highest type of men hear Tao, They diligently practice it. When the average type of men hear Tao, They half believe in it. When the lowest type of men hear Tao, They laugh heartily at it.
Language Of Love
I want your flesh and blood
And to feel your heart pumping hard
I want to tell my story to your eyes
I want to watch you react
To me baby
Maybe Im dreaming
I got to do something
We may be on the same planet
Living in different worlds
Do you speak the language of love
Living in the touch of your fingers
Are you the passionate type
Is this a natural thing
Do you speak the language of love
Second hand emotional trigger
In the devils playground
Hear the church bells ring
I speak the language of love
I speak the language of love
Shes my great obsession
And the girl likes me too
I think she has the wrong impression
She thinks I want to be friends
Maybe Im dreaming
I better do something
We might be on the same planet
But talk different tongues
Do you speak the language of love
Living in the touch of your fingers
Are you the passionate type
Is this a natural thing
Do you speak the language of love
Second hand emotional trigger
In the devils playground
Hear the church bells ring
I speak the language of love
I speak the language of love
She thinks I want to be friends
Maybe Im dreaming
I better do something
We may be on the same planet
Living in different worlds
I speak the language of love
I speak the language of love
Do you speak the language of love
Living in the touch of your fingers
Are you the passionate type
Is this a natural thing
Do you speak the language of love
Second hand emotional trigger
In the devils playground
Hear the church bells ring
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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The Language Of Love
I want your flesh and blood
And to feel your heart pumping hard
I want to tell my story to your eyes
I want to watch you react
To me baby
Maybe I'm dreaming
I got to do something
We may be on the same planet
Living in different worlds
Do you speak the language of love
Living in the touch of your fingers
Are you the passionate type
Is this a natural thing
Do you speak the language of love
Second hand emotional trigger
In the devil's playground
Hear the church bells ring
I speak the language of love
I speak the language of love
She's my great obsession
And the girl likes me too
I think she has the wrong impression
She thinks I want to be friends
Maybe I'm dreaming
I better do something
We might be on the same planet
But talk different tongues
Do you speak the language of love
Living in the touch of your fingers
Are you the passionate type
Is this a natural thing
Do you speak the language of love
Second hand emotional trigger
In the devil's playground
Hear the church bells ring
I speak the language of love
I speak the language of love
She thinks I want to be friends
Maybe I'm dreaming
I better do something
We may be on the same planet
Living in different worlds
I speak the language of love
I speak the language of love
Do you speak the language of love
Living in the touch of your fingers
Are you the passionate type
Is this a natural thing
Do you speak the language of love
Second hand emotional trigger
In the devil's playground
Hear the church bells ring
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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The Curse
What if for you, I could place a curse
Upon your enemy to make his life worse
To have him suffer both in pain and woe
Wouldn't you be happy, if I would do so,
If you like it, I could cause him to lose his hair
Or I could have him believe GOD is not there
I could rip out his tongue so he could never speak
Then asking for help, he could never seek,
Wouldn't you be happy if I would curse your foe
Just nod your head and I will strike the blow
I will cause him suffering and I will give him pain
He will lose all that he has and he will go insane,
I could close his ears so he could not hear
So he couldn't hear the joy, but see only the tear
If you ask me I could even curse his arm
And the one that he had left he could do no harm,
I could even curse him to lose his leg
Wouldn't you be happy to see him crawl and beg
I could even blind him so he will not see again
Then I could make him angry and cause him to sin,
Just tell me what type of curse you'd like it to be
And happily I will place it upon your enemy
If you would like it, I could have him dead
But only if you asked me for a curse on his head.
Then I looked upon evils ugly face
I shook my head with pity and utter disgrace
As for your offer presented to me, it I will shun
And for enemies and foes, thank GOD I choose none.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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What Type Of Man
What kind of a man goes after a married woman
What kind of a man does it and proclaims his faith in GOD
What kind of man does the things that he shouldn't
Does that type of man think that he will never be caught.
What type of man leaves his children and his wife
What type of man puts his needs and his wants first
What type of a man is scared to fight his own fights
Does that type of man cares whose soul that he hurts.
What type of man talks behind other peoples backs
What type of man lies to make himself look tall in front of others
What type of man is scared to admit the guilt that he has done
Does that type of man think that we are his brothers.
What type of man will not work for a living
What type of man wants others to take care of him
What type of man thinks he is something but he's not
Does that type of man thinks that manhood is his friend.
What type of man cannot be used as an example
What type of man does not keep promises that he's made
What type of man should not be father to any child
Does that type of man know the price that a real man has paid.
What type of man thinks but he cannot think
What type of man looks but he truly does not see
What type of man hears but he does not listen
Does that type of man know that he could never be me.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The Quest for Ecstasy
Fingers touch and entwine
until they separate and wander.
Tongues touch and taste
whilst fingers delve then linger.
A desire for much more
whilst touching excites.
The closeness of the caress
causes passions to further ignite.
Tongues combine with fingers
in the quest for ecstasy.
The taste of what was promised
brings forth pure rhapsody.
poem by Orlando Belo
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All Across The Sands
Bones of an impressive romance
Scattered all across the sands
A secret safe with all the world
Too vain to seem so capable
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
How can a pretty painted shell
Send them all packing off to Hell?
A freight train laughs and rattles by
You kiss the girls and made them die
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
And I'll never come here again
And we will never come here again
And we will never play here again
Again
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
After her call
After her call
After her call
Didn't call
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
After her call
After her call
After her call
As she calls
song performed by by The Stone Roses from B-sides & Other Songs
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Naked As a Jaybird Observing Them Blued
It's falling apart...
Quicker than their suspicions,
Can point fingers.
It's falling apart...
Quicker than Chicken Little can seek shelter!
Quicker than a lie can leave deceiving lips.
And they are in denial still.
Defending it,
With looks that could kill!
As truth stands in front of them...
Naked,
As a Jaybird.
Observing them blued...
From all of their useless squawking!
It's falling apart.
Those secrets glued by delusions.
It's falling apart.
Backstage antics revealing tactics,
Of backstabbings done and other tricks...
By hallucinating misfits,
Exposing their slick sickness.
It's falling apart.
Foundations with cracks avoided,
Now attacking!
And even at the start of this...
Some chose not to dismiss,
Their evilness!
And now this bites them in their rears!
As they run...
With their hands upon covered ears...
Stumbling to crawl to protect,
Clouded eyes full with tears.
And this they can not witness.
Since this begins to break all hearts!
Knowing everything they've touched,
Begins to fall apart!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When the highest type of men hear Tao,
They diligently practice it.
When the average type of men hear Tao,
They half believe in it.
When the lowest type of men hear Tao,
They laugh heartily at it.
Without the laugh, there is no Tao.
quote by Lao-tzu, The Way of Lao-tzu
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The perfect detective story cannot be written. The type of mind which can evolve the perfect problem is not the type of mind that can produce the artistic job of writing.
quote by Raymond Chandler
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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The Slave And Pleaser
i will only tell
what you want to hear,
tell me what is it
what is it that makes you whole
and i will
utter it,
tell me what is missing
and i will fill it
i do not play with hints
it will leave you hanging
like a frozen tear
to your cheek at winter time
i like the summer in us
in full bloom
if you want me to utter love
surely i will not waste a second
if you wish upon a star
i will make more
you will not regret having me here
i am a slave and i shall please you
do not ask for the truth
i am a slave and i shall always please you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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All Across The Sands
Bones of an impressive romance
Scattered all across the sands
A secret safe with all the world
Too vain to seem so capable
Can you hear it calling
Do you feel warmer
As the hired hands exposed
How can a pretty painted shell
Send them all packing off to hell
A freight train laughs and rattles by
You kissed the girls and made them die
Can you hear it calling
Do you feel warmer
As the hired hands exposed
And Ill never come here again
And we will never come here again
And we will never play here again
Again
Can you hear it calling
Do you feel warmer
As the hired hands exposed
After her call
After her call
After her call
And she calls
song performed by by Stone Roses
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As the wind caresses me through the w indow...
Delighted
The hoarse voiced crows
Caw caw as a veil of grey-black
Stealthily spreads on hills and the sea
Surprisingly the cawing sounds music
To the dry ears longing to hear
The tip tap of raindrops on the earth
The roar of thunder is music pr excellence
As the heart cocks its ears to absorb
Each and every nuance
The dragon flies dance in maniac rhythm
Their wings pitted against the erratic winds
Somewhere within my niche
Something stirs to life…
22sep2010
14.58hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Cocky
at 4 a.m.
the cocks are getting
cocky
announcing
the arrival of a
satisfied
morning
everything is a yes
everybody is welcome
light penetrating
the shutters of the venetian
blinds
light filling the room
like cream
to the mouth and lips
the cocks are cocky as ever
now louder
and stronger
on voices to the skies
to a perfect morning
hail! hail! hail!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Casanova Brown
Let me tell you bout that jive type
That jive type
Casanova brown
I met him at a party
He said the sweetest things when he hit on me
Wrapped up in his arms
I was blinded by his charm and I couldnt see
Like the story of little red riding hood
The big bad wolf was up to
Up to no good, woo, no
That jive type,that jive type
Casanova brown
He hit on me and hell hit on you
That jive type,that jive type
Casanova brown
I was lonely and naive
I guess thats why I believed every word he says
It felt so good to hear
Every time he said he cared it went straight to my head
He loved me and left me
But I cant deny
His love was so doggone good
I still, I still love that guy, ooh, [oh no] hey
That jive type,that jive type
Casanova brown
He hit on me and hell hit on you, watch out
That jive type,that jive type, ooh
Casanova brown
Let me tell you bout that jive type
That jive type
Casanova brown
That jive type,that jive type,
Casanova brown
I was sittin there mindin my business
Feelin good, checkin things out
Sippin on little wine [jive type, that jive type]
Then I spotted
Super cool dude cross the room diggin on me
I tried to pretend like I didnt even see him
But he was so fine
He took my hand and started to dancin
I know he felt me fallin for him
cause he kept holdin me tighter and tighter, ooh
Sure was nice
Girl, my head was all turned around, oh
I didnt know what I was gettin into, ooh, ow
Up to no good, oh no
That jive type,that jive type
Casanova brown
That jive type,that jive type
Casanova brown
Like the story of little red riding hood
The big bad wolf was up to
Up to no good, woo, oh
That jive type,that jive type
Casanova brown
That jive type,that jive type
Casanova brown
That jive type,that jive type
Casanova brown
song performed by by Gloria Gaynor
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True hearts have eyes and ears, no tongues to speak; they hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.
quote by Edward Dyer
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