There was an Old Man of the Dee,
Who was sadly annoyed by a flea;
When he said, 'I will scratch it,'
They gave him a hatchet,
Which grieved that Old Man of the Dee.
quote by by Edward Lear
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The Flea
A flea that bit you had bitten me too.
The two bloods mingled for single blood.
The flea’s body is our marriage lobby.
Neither shame nor sin would accrue since than.
Nor would you have grown any weaker too.
By yielding to me and getting my blood
You would shed no grace nor honour either.
You will make me than the flea happier.
Your yielding to me will not do more harm
Than what the flea has done to you, dear.
[the verse of John Donne, The Flea, rewritten]
20.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Twisted Hatchet Suicide
This Twisted Hatchet Killer
Is gonna make a 'Suicide' thriller
A (fd up) messes up life
She sliced her throat
With a knife
A twisted hatchet suicide
Players pushing all along
Hoping she'd choose
To be the one gone
So she left you a present
For you to feel some pain
All you see is her blood stains
Nothing left
Nothing remains
In this twisted hatchet suicide
You can always read this poem on line
I hope you're doing well
Because 'finally' I'm doing fine
I was a Twisted Hatchet 'Suicide'! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Teresa Duncan
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Fifi The Flea
(ransford)
Fifi the flea fell in love
With a clown from a flea circus fair
She gave him her heart
But he still couldnt see
That for such a long time she had cared
He put himself round all the other girl fleas
Unaware that he hurt her so badly
She cried in the arms of his manager friend
And declared that she loved the clown madly
One day fifi went
And this drove the clown wild
The poor little flea started crying
Never you mind his manager said
I ought not to tell but shes dyin
Dyin for love of you little flea
Youve broken her heart with your lyin
She couldnt stand to see you throw
Her love away without tryin
The day fifi died the little clown vowed
Hed tend her grave every hour
He broke down and cried
When he saw her grave
And on it he placed a small flower
Poor little flea he wasted away
Hed lost his fifi forever
So they opened her grave
Put him inside
Now at last they are together
song performed by by Hollies
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A hatchet in the mouth is more harmful than a hatchet in the hand.
Itch and Scratch
You’re just like an itch
that keeps coming back.
Every time I itch
I have to scratch, scratch, scratch.
Just like a train
on a railroad track
You go away today
and tomorrow come back.
Try taking an aeroplane
instead of a car,
then hop on a rocket
to a distant star.
You’re just like an itch
that keeps coming back.
Every time I itch
I have to scratch, scratch, scratch.
And just like an itch
you’ve got under my skin,
this is a situation
that I just can’t win.
Please give me a break
and get off my back.
Get out of here
and don’t come back.
You’re just like an itch
that keeps coming back.
Every time I itch
I have to scratch, scratch, scratch.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Scratch My Back
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
One good turn deserves another
Be my love, Ill be your lover
Its all part of natures laws
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch yours.
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back
Like two peas in a pack, lets get rid of our itch together, hmm
Joy they say is in the giving
Come on give, make life worth living
Your welfare is my concern
Do a favour for me, Ill do one in return
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back
Like two peas in a pack, lets get rid of our itch together, hmm
Scratch me now a little lower
What a feeling do it slower
Thats it, hmm youre getting hot
Well I gotta admit, you just hit the spot
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back
Like two peas in a pack, lets get rid of our itch together, hmm
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Flea
Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is;
It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two;
And this, alas! is more than we would do.
O stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.
Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,
And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.
Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
'Tis true; then learn how false fears be;
Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.
poem by John Donne
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The Flea Market (Fun Poem 68)
When I was just a little nipper,
I cycled along to see
a flea market on the green.
I parked my bike,
and then sat down in the tall grass.
No one had to me
that they gave away fleas there too.
Therefore, while I was sitting there
one jumped on my ass,
and when I got back to school
and went to park my bike.
The little beggar bit
and I went dancing around
doing the flea-a-me-jig.
I must have looked a sight for sure,
a sight for sore eyes
as I racked my rear end to bits,
jumping around like a bouncing ball.
I either got him,
or he fell of dizzy as hell,
but he never bit me again.
29 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Mutual Itch One Lonely Night
this mutual each we have
one lonely night
when the moon sails in the
black sky
and the stars are too near
like lilies to the sailboat
on the placid lake,
i scratch my itch
you scratch yours
but what about our backs
those parts that i cannot reach
and you cannot reach
too
we follow the natural law
i'll scratch your back
and you scratch mine
no more no less
we are just
but friends,
tonight
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Broke In Two
You said something before you left
Something I was not to forget
Then
Is when i maybe should have wrote it down
But when I looked around to find a pen
And then I tried to think of what you said
We broke in two
Busted through
Broke in two
I would go back to the top of the day from scratch
If I thought that this thing could be fixed
Though sadly I'd do exactly the same thing as when
We broke in two
Busted through
Broke in two
You said "I'm gonna run you down"
I heard "I'm an orangutan"
Then
Is when i maybe should have wrote it down
But when I looked around to find a pen
And then I tried to think of what you said
We broke in two
Busted through
Broke in two
I would go back to the top of the day from scratch
If I thought that this thing could be fixed
Though sadly I'd do exactly the same thing as when
We broke in two
Busted through
Broke in two
I'm an orang-utan
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Being Annoyed
Being optimistic sometimes isn't realistic,
When...
You know what it's like,
Having every button you have pushed.
And you know what it's like,
Being tested to the very limit.
You know what it's like,
Trying to keep your senses and your wits.
And...
You know what it's like,
Trying to keep yourself from getting bitter.
You know what that's like,
Being annoyed.
Yes,
You know what it's like...
Being annoyed
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feelings On A Heart Race
I’m happy when I see your face
Happy when we’re in the same place
That same happy stays in the midst of this heart-chase
It goes on for some time then stops
You say you’re annoyed now
Annoyed at me
Annoyed at your own confusion
So you’ve left
Now I am sad at the sight of your face
Sad when the awkward veil covers us when we’re in the same place
Sad that I’ve lost this heart race
Come back again
poem by Shane D. Nelson
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Sadly Sea...
sadly sea...
sadly lonely sea...
calmness sea, because of windless...
no one care about it...
wide long tearful sadly sea...
from your wounds...
to my eyes` tear...
sadly lonely sea...
did it cry in night as we do...
poem by Hazem Al Jaber
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A Flea (Fun Poem 120)
You get into bed with your partner
and they toss and turn
as if they have a flea up their arse.
They keep you awake
with their fidgeting,
eventually you get to sleep
and believe it or not
they start to do it again.
By now, you are ready
to give up trying to sleep
or get the bug killer spray
to kill that damn flea.
poem by David Harris
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A flea can trouble a lion more than the lion can harm a flea.
The Gnat Nebulae
Full pummelling fisticuffs
Stitch over stitch
In and out
Imperceptibly kaleidoscopic
Swirling from ear to ear
Sporadic
Thrumming mystical notes
Notes of whisper
Whisper in the ear
Now a bothered swish of clawing
Cleaving slipping fingers
Immalleable rolling universal ball
Microcosmic needle into
Macrocosmic wool all
Silently thudding kneading pulling
Sealing a sin all opened unforgiven
Eternally whispering to a few
And never really heard
Pummelling sewing the invisible centre
Round and round the darkless sun
Only the end that began
Only a scratch and a bother
What bother to scratch
For scratching bothers
Bothers a scratch
Scratch and not to bother
Scratch Scratch Scratch
Dedicated to J.C. Alldridge
(©: T. Wignesan - Paris,1957; from T. Wignesan. Tracks of a Tramp. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore: 1961; first pub. in 'Forum Academicum', University of Heidelberg,1957)
poem by T. Wignesan
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She's All My Fancy Painted Him
She's all my fancy painted him
(I make no idle boast);
If he or you had lost a limb,
Which would have suffered most?
He said that you had been to her,
And seen me here before;
But, in another character,
She was the same of yore.
There was not one that spoke to us,
Of all that thronged the street:
So he sadly got into a 'bus,
And pattered with his feet.
They sent him word I had not gone
(We know it to be true);
If she should push the matter on,
What would become of you?
They gave her one, the gave me two,
They gave us three or more;
They all returned from him to you,
Though they were mine before.
If I or she should chance to be
Involved in this affair,
He trusts to you to set them free,
Exactly as we were.
It seemed to me that you had been
(Before she had this fit)
An obstacle, that came between
Him, and ourselves, and it.
Don't let him know she liked them best,
For this must ever be
A secret, kept from all the rest,
Between yourself and me.
poem by Lewis Carroll
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I Scratch Therefore I Am
i scratch therefore
i am
a cat.....
(a tomcat
or a tiger on the loose of a safari in your mind)
you itch therefore
you are
a dog....(or a bitch
or a fungus in the
anus)
you itch and i scratch
therefore
we exist,
therefore
we are.
animates, needing something to thrive upon,
we evolve and get complicated, we revolve around something
and get a little
sophisticated,
we scratch some more, we itch some more,
no longer cats, or tigers, or dogs or bitches, we go beyond
these animated needs,
we somehow say
we need love this time...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You’re Special
You gave me the spotlight before it shone
and gave me the confidence to carry on.
You kept giving me that important push
when I was down and out of touch.
You had faith in me when I had none
and stayed when others would’ve gone.
Your encouragement was always there
you seem to grasp it from the air.
When my selfishness raised its ugly head
you always saw something else instead.
I’ve never seen you get annoyed or mad,
and your limitless patience I wish I had.
Whenever I needed someone you were there
to guide me through my despair.
You’ve took me beyond how things used to be
and made me stand up, and face reality.
You are someone special without a doubt
and I wouldn’t exist if you weren’t about.
You brought me a life when I didn’t have one
and you ask for nothing for what you’ve done.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Sky without stars
To-night I see the sky
without even a single star
either all stars have left the sky
or they are annoyed with the sky
May be, the sky does not given
a profound love
are they annoyed so
and have left the sky
Sky without stars
how does it look
like a widow
lost all of her life.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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