A Tantrum by nature
A tantrum,
scenic events by it's nature precedes,
uproar there-in nurtured by lucidity,
incendiary eyes,
bouncing clustered brows,
ought-to-be words of ruin,
in chattering downpour,
to convey a bridling tongue.
A woman to her seldom priceless.
poem by Folayemi Akande
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Priceless
The fact that you
You think you can
Speak to me
The way you do
It pains me to believe that you
Have never stepped out of the skin you've lived with
And then, and if
This day occurs
Your tongue, the taste
Will immitate a battery
The anti-equilibrium
Your stomach becomes the floor
The look on your face was priceless!
The look on your face was priceless!
Yes, the look on your face was priceless!
That look, it was...
A light goes on
Up stairs, the attic is a place of solitaire
Isn't big enough for both of us
So who will swim in eel infested oceans
Kiss and say goodbye
because the tide is coming up and in
Yeah, water, water, water everywhere!
And every chance to sink!
The look on your face was priceless!
The look on your face was priceless!
Yes, the look on your face was priceless!
That look, it was so priceless
It's a proclamation
Of the things you aren't
The ways you wish you were
A split second
Percieving of the way you really look to everyone of them
I wish that you could see because
I wish that you could see
The look on your face was priceless!
The look on your face was priceless!
Yes, the look on your face was priceless!
That look, it was so priceless
song performed by by Incubus
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Bouncing Around The Room
The woman was a dream I had
Though rather hard to keep
for when my eyes were watching hers
They closed,
And I was still asleep.
For when my hand was holding hers
She whispered words and I awoke
And faintly bouncing around the room
The echo of whomever spoke
I awoke and faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke.
The place I saw was far beneath
The surface of the sea
My sight was poor
But I was sure
The sirens sang their songs for me
They dance above me as I sink
I see them through a crystal haze
And hear them bouncing round the room
the never ending coral maze
That time and once again I'm bouncing around the room.
song performed by by Phish
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Bouncin Around The Room
The woman was a dream I had
Though rather hard to keep
For when my eyes were watching hers
They closed,
And I was still asleep.
For when my hand was holding hers
She whispered words and I awoke
And faintly bouncing around the room
The echo of whomever spoke
I awoke and faintly bouncing round the room
The echo of whomever spoke.
The place I saw was far beneath
The surface of the sea
My sight was poor
But I was sure
The sirens sang their songs for me
They dance above me as I sink
I see them through a crystal haze
And hear them bouncing round the room
The never ending coral maze
That time and once again Im bouncing around the room.
song performed by by Phish
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Intro
O-U-T-K-A-S-T
Live, from the center of the earth, 7 light-years below sea level we go,
welcome to Stankonia. The place from which all funky things come. Would you
like to come?
(girl moaning, lasts throughout intro)
Bounce baby. (We're bouncing)
Bounce.
Bounce. (We're bouncing)
2 times bounce bounce. (We're bouncing)
We bouncing. (We're bouncing)
BOUNCE... (We bouncing baby)
(We're bouncing!) C'mon, bounce.
(Bouncing! Bounce baby) Bounce!
Bounce bounce. (Baby!) Bounce bounce.
(Let's bounce) C'mon bounce. (Everybody let's bounce)
(Let's bounce) We bouncing now.
All that bouncing, niggaz be from the H-L. We got Bankhead right here,
southwest and 92 strong.
BREAK!! -clap-
song performed by by Outkast
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXXVI: Ruin
Do not ruin a good story
Do not ruin a perfect plan
Do not ruin a flawless lie
Do not ruin a great sacrifice
Do not ruin a hard work
Do not ruin a long trust
Do not ruin a magical moment
Do not ruin a golden opportunity
Do not ruin the current mood
Do not ruin an innocent dream
Do not ruin a sweet memory
Do not ruin a fair game
Do not ruin a mutual agreement
Do not ruin a smiling face
Do not ruin the flowing river
Do not ruin the sequence order
Do not ruin the standard procedure
Do not ruin the prepared show
Do not ruin a complete circle
Do not ruin a final ending
Do not ruin the leisure time
Do not ruin the aiming shot
Do not ruin the hidden purpose
Do not ruin a genius idea
Do not ruin the dead price
Do not ruin a determined mind
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Mediums
THEY shall arise in the States,
They shall report Nature, laws, physiology, and happiness;
They shall illustrate Democracy and the kosmos;
They shall be alimentive, amative, perceptive;
They shall be complete women and men--their pose brawny and supple,
their drink water, their blood clean and clear;
They shall enjoy materialism and the sight of products--they shall
enjoy the sight of the beef, lumber, bread-stuffs, of Chicago,
the great city;
They shall train themselves to go in public to become orators and
oratresses;
Strong and sweet shall their tongues be--poems and materials of poems
shall come from their lives--they shall be makers and finders;
Of them, and of their works, shall emerge divine conveyers, to convey
gospels;
Characters, events, retrospections, shall be convey'd in gospels
--Trees, animals, waters, shall be convey'd, 10
Death, the future, the invisible faith, shall all be convey'd.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Unspoken Words
Words will never convey my thoughts
What I so want to say to her
It often leaves me overwrought
My mind becomes a hopeless blur.
Her comely grace and pleasing eyes
Her sweet amicability
Leaves me goggle-eyed and tongue-tied
when I look upon her beauty.
At home I think up words to say
Articulating syllables
Spoken in a well mannered way
But deem them unacceptable.
The hardest thing for me to do
Is utter three words, “I love you.”
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Such is a Woman’s worth
What is a Woman Worth?
What is woman worth in stature
If not a priceless entity of passion and beauty?
A Queen unrivalled in all of nature.
Such is a Woman’s worth
Is she not the bearer of Man?
Then afford her the ultimate Honour
And cherish that notion oft as you can
Such is a Woman’s worth
Above even man, she stands
In all that is life and love and far beyond
Loving heart and warm hands
Such is a Woman’s worth
Man cannot be without her care
Nor find comfort in his kind
For there is no substitute out there
Such is a Woman’s worth.
Such then is a woman's worth.
Born to captivate, man to salivate
Unequaled in rapture, worthy of capture
poem by Martino Fortuin
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The House
From knitted brows
Looks - my house,
As day of youth
Is greeting me.
As youth itself:
'Hello! It's me! '
Well-known forehead
Under the coat
Of ivy spread,
Confused by weight.
Was not in vain
The wade through mud
To this, it's plain,
Suggested hut.
The house
Like museum - old,
It's attic front -
Like Apollon
From ancient myth.
It'll shade me all
From noisy street,
So merged in poetry
Behind a tree.
It's eyes like panes,
So green and dim.
They looked for ages
At orchard bleak.
The glasses could
Prevent the guest
By their mood
To hold a test.
They ain't reflect
The world aside:
The mirrors best -
To look inside.
From knitted brows
Looks - my youth,
The nature - gown,
Nature sooth,
The nature - beads,
The nature - eyes
The nature - cries
Between the heaps
Of house walls,
The remnant blinks
Of junior soul
On linden leaves...
poem by Marina Tsvetaeva (06 September 1931), translated by Lyudmila Purgina
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Poor Fractured Atlas
Hes out in the woods with his squirrel gun
To try to recapture his anger
Hes screaming some words at the top of his lungs
Until he begins to feel younger
But back at his desk in the city we find
Our trembling punch-drunken fighter
Who cant find the strength now to punish the length
Of the ribbon in his little typewriter
Poor fractured atlas
Threw himself across the mattress
Waving his withering pencil
As if it were a pirates cutlass
Im almost certain hes trying to increase his burden
He said thats how the child in me planned it;
A woman wouldnt understand it
I believe there was something that I wanted to say
Before I conclude this epistle
But you would forgive me for holding my tongue
cause man made the blade and the pistol
Yes man made the waterfall over the dam
To temper his tantrum with magic
Now you cant be sure of that tent of azure
Since he punched a hole in the fabric
Chorus
A woman wouldnt understand it
A woman wouldnt understand it
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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A Story Made
The table with its sunshade wide,
listened to the chattering.
Old and young sat side by side
around it, gaily nattering.
The birds perched nearby in the trees,
listened to the chattering
rising up on a light breeze.
Indeed the sounds were shattering.
The sun that shone down from the sky,
listened to the chattering.
Knew that once the rain came by,
there would be gentle pattering.
The young and old who felt the drops,
ceased to do the chattering.
Went indoors under rooftops,
resuming their loud yattering.
The sunshade dripping from the hail,
listened to the chattering.
Felt so sorry for a snail,
getting such a harsh battering.
The chairs where everyone had sat,
listened to the chattering.
Many were now lying flat.
there had been quite a scattering.
And so all these things a story made,
all about the chattering.
The elements well displayed,
when all received a splattering.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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A Humble Suggestion
Nature supports us for we support Nature,
She will ruin us if we resort to ruin her
For She is the part of that immament power
Which controls the universe.
So let's not reverse the wheel of Nature
And thus make the world a better place to live.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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The Eyes Of A Woman
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a woman
You can tell a lot about a woman, just from her eyes
No eyes could ever subdue the artistry of a woman's
As they say, the beauty of a woman lies in her eyes
And indeed they do, just look at those gorgeous eyes
Look at those olive green eyes, full of ecstasy and desire
I've never seen such angelic eyes in my life
Which is what led me to this paper and pen
As from the first time my eyes met them
I could not simply get them out of my head
I could not help but notice Oh, those dazzling green eyes
I am left speechless, as I remember that sight of grace
You indeed can tell a lot about a woman just from her eyes
Green is the colour of nature, and all the beauty it withholds
Symbolizing growth, harmony, freshness and fertility
Green has strong emotional correspondence with safety
It withholds great healing power, looking at them, I noticed
Being the most restful colour for the human eye, I realised
Green suggests Stability and endurance, indicates growth and hope
Olive green is the traditional colour of peace
Just from looking at your enticing green eyes, I noticed
The kind of woman that you are, how special you indeed are
My sweet love I do bid you, never have my eyes ever seen
Such magnificence, such divine delicacy in the eyes of a woman
And I do bid you, never have my eyes ever met yours like that
Never have my eyes ever fallen in love with the eyes of a woman
Never have my eyes smiled at the sight of the eyes of a woman
Never has my heart skipped a beat at such a sight
And I can only write on a paper, what magnificence I have witnessed
But I do bid you, that words alone may not bear what I have experienced
poem by Gabriel Gauci Maistre
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Go Against The Nature is fun..
This universe runs on its own for millions of years,
Following the law of nature without any fear,
The sun never rises from anywhere,
The revolving earth makes this funfair,
The ever changing seasons allure,
The millions souls to meddle and appear,
Nothing waits for anything, events occur,
In constant repetition in tune to the nature,
Nothing waits for anything, never retires,
We, human, are the ones always in despair,
As we wait for the events to our own imagine,
As we wait for the events to our own convenience.
We, human are in despair and pain,
As we are taught to keep vigil and in vain,
We are taught to be scared of unknown,
As we go against the law of nature for fun.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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What Is Woman But A Song!
There was love, and there was beauty,
In the face upturned to me;
And her hair was long and golden,
Soft to touch and good to see;
Her blue eyes were full of laughter
As they burned into my own,
Glowing like a priceless diamond—
Fascinating as that stone.
What is life but love, devotion!—
What is woman but a song—
But a lyric caught from Nature—
But an echo sounding long—
Filling all the earth with gladness—
Filling all the earth with madness—
What is woman but a song!
poem by Timothy Thomas Fortune
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My goal is to strip things down so that you need just the right amount of words or shape to convey what you need to convey. I like editing. I like it very tight.
Eye contact can speak volumes.
Words are vehicles of communication.
Apt words in apt time convey a lot.
Take eye contacts between lovers!
Without words, what an effect! .
Words are the sound and eyes, the light.
Light travels fast.
26.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Do We Listen? Do We Learn? Do We Grow? No!
A grief recycled to produce an effectiveness...
Is the same grief experienced,
By a connection that affects us all.
No one is insensitive to devastation and sorrow.
And those who pretend they are,
Only fool themselves.
No one is 'that' distant from feeling 'some' empathy.
Mother Nature is not going to prepare us,
With a scheduling of events.
God has already warned us to obey,
When leaving us to follow the Ten Commandments.
But...
Do we listen?
Do we learn?
Do we grow?
No!
Do we demand and insist,
Others know our discomforts?
The second 'that' lollipop is removed,
From our mouths.
We are prepared to vocalize,
With our petty complaints immediately.
No matter who is inconvenienced,
By our spoiled tantrum fits we are quick to throw!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Dutch Proverb
Fire, Water, Woman, are Man's Ruin;
Says wise Professor Vander Bruin.
By Flames a House I hir'd was lost
Last Year: and I must pay the Cost.
This Spring the Rains o'erflow'd my Ground:
And my best Flanders Mare was drown'd.
A Slave I am to Clara's Eyes:
The Gipsey knows her Pow'r, and flies.
Fire, Water, Woman, are My Ruin:
And great Thy Wisdom, Vander Bruin.
poem by Matthew Prior
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Eyes are pests
A woman’s eyes would make a man sick
The very eyes are able to cure him.
Men are infested with women eyes
But seldom are they cured of those eyes.
21.01.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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