Boner Etiquette
Please: be kind to boners. Nothing
ruins an evening quicker than catching
a glimpse of a demoralized boner
sobbing into his foreskin. Remember
the boner is always half full. Most
boners sleep upside down in caves,
ready to flutter into the world
at the dropp of a bra strap. Boners
move in packs—rarely will you see one
wandering alone in a train station.
Look closer and you’ll usually find
a second boner bobbing nearby. But
it’s the lone boner, the Oswald boner,
you must watch out for. Whatever
you do, don’t challenge it. Don’t
stare it directly in the eye.
poem by Jeffrey McDaniel
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Straightlaced Course Set from Whale Bone to Boner
STRAIGHTLACED COURSE SET FROM WHALE BONE TO BONER
Can she who straight-laced seemed to be
Open out her hidden charms to view,
Untie knots sacred taking off on cue
Rose velveteen, let everybody see
Silk, satin, paisley patterned fantasy
Exposing twin moons seldom déjà vu.
Some stand alone, pair pride pear, apple true,
Enhanced are others with white whalebone tree
Too forward looking, overhanging, free
Forgone conclusion, overlooked by few,
Or if looked over 'on the level' boo!
Rewarded by spousal glare - breached modesty
Claiming uxorious priority,
Oversight unforgiven by the pew.
Resplendent shine respected line, taboo
Entertaining never, while tatoo
Seamen sport, - maids' infra dignity...
Except from bone to boner bonny bride
Too often leaps before she learns to ride...
10 July 2008
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[c] Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet Course set for corset written
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Theif Motif
I once asked if she was a monier
she said only if you throw me a boner
I said you're no bitch
'Make a girl rich
and pass the crown jewels on over'
poem by Boink Boink
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For The Artist Who Paints My Balls Fifty Shades Of Blue
Just when I get some steam built, when I'm feeling
like an architect of steam, ready to vaporize
inside you, you say slow down, which isn't easy.
There are no power brakes in the genitals,
no runaway boner ramps. I flop onto my back.
The blood marches single-file down the long,
winding staircase of my cock, like an emergency
evacuation of the Washington Monument
during the height of tourist season. My testicles
ache like a boxer's punching bag. I wish a bell
would ding, and a bald Italian guy with ice packs
and smelling salts would hop into the ring
of our desire and give me a pep talk, remind me
to work on the clitoris, like the ribs of Apollo Creed.
poem by Jeffrey McDaniel
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Possessed Penis
i have a possessed penis, it wakes up at night and tries to strangle me right after i've turned out the lights, i cant be within six feet of a female, or it'll slither down her butt crack, through her anus then impale, after rupturing her intestine, and i quess when im ingestin' estrogen it helps a little, then i get the urge to molest again, i've invested in therapy, varying medications, now that i've tested them, i've decided that all i can really do is give in, thats my best defense, so i inject my pants with steroids and down a box of viagra, my penis shoots diagi-nally through the earths crust and then expands, splitting the earth in half, then i get a boner and shit my pants, it slams into the moon and blasts it to a million pieces, then rips the fabric and space and time and heats it, to such a high temperature with my spicey sperm, that it lurches warps and contorts like a little fiesty worm, like burnt plastic, i warp reality, with my burning bubbling bursts of cum, and dense phallic meat
poem by Mayhem's Apprentice
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The Cab That I Caught
I remember the train
and the cab that I caught,
the train because of the meal that I had,
too many plates, the tiniest portions,
the cab because of the driver I had.
I could see in the mirror his eye
soar to the side of its socket,
a hummingbird there
ready to flutter into his skull.
From station to town,
that hummingbird flew
as I kept listening
to its master extol
the town's lone hotel.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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Train
Writers: leo sayer & david courtney
Running through my life
Like a river, like a song
Train keeps pushing me
Right back to the place where I belong...
Back along the tracks
Fly a million years
Right across my path
Train moves on ringing in my ears...
Come on board
Come on board
Train, oh train, take me back, again
I remember, I remember, take me back
Train, oh train, the journey ends and starts again
I remember, I remember, I remember
Ive been up all night trying to get this down
Now Im hallucinating
Staring at the wall look what Im creating...
Look at the clock Im twelve hours old
So many more remain
Way up ahead I know I see a train...
Come on board
Come on board
Train, oh train, all those memories, all over again
I remember, I remember, take me back
Train, oh train, the journey ends and starts again
I remember, I remember, I remember
Waited on the station all day
Just to see a glimpse of the morning train
Just to see the wheels turning round
Blowing up steam,
See what I mean,
You see what I mean...
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Meet Me At The Station
(brother williams memphis sanctified singers)
Well if I get to heaven before you do
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Ill be watching and waiting, mother dear, for you
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Father, when the train
Father, when the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
Father, when the train comes along
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Well if my eyes see the glory, before yours do
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Ill be watching and waiting, father, for you
I will meet you at the station whe your train comes along
Father, when the train
Father, when the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Father, when the train
Father, when the train comes along
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Now if my feet touch the homeline before yours do
I will meet you at the station when the train comes along
Ill be watching and waiting, my brother, for you
I will meet you at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Now if you see gods country before I do
Will you meet me at the station when my train comes along
Will you be there watching, sister, for me
Will you meet me at the station when my train comes along
When my train
When my train
Meet me at the station when my train comes along
When my train
Sister, when my train comes along
Will you meet me at the station when my train comes along
When the train
When the train
Meet me at the station when my train comes along
When the train
Oh, when the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
song performed by by Waterboys
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Cosmic Comic Relief
Sadly sobbing, sadly sobbing,
Rolls the restless wireless sea,
Where the wireless waves go bobbing
Up and down so dolefully.
And nothing there the gloom assails,
Depression to undo,
Till some merry little static
In a manner most erratic
Till statics dropp their little tails
And split themselves in two.
Just to watch their comic wriggling
Moves the stratosphere to mirth,
And a giddy urge to giggling
Trails a titter round the earth.
When wireless humor flops and fails
And nought can raise a laugh,
Then some artful atmospheric
Sends the other half hysteric
Gay atmospherics dropp their tails
And split themselves in half.
Once again the world grows weary;
Sadly superheterodyne
Wax the wireless waves, and dreary,
Doleful frequencies repine!
Until, once more, loud laughter hails
The comic cosmic crew.
As some little stunting static,
Most absurdly acrobatic
Till statics dropp their little tails
And split themselves in two.
There is art in every antic,
So, when sitting at your set,
Rage no more with fury frantic
O'er the statics that you get.
For, far beyond your ken, great gales
Of laughter loud, with cosmic chaff
Hilarious and quite Homeric,
Sounds, as some impish atmospheric
Calls on his crowd to dropp their tails
And split themselves in half.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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I Was Drunk When I Wrote This
crazy hazing brain cells cocaine dwells within them eating sea shells and children buildin' my skills in instillin' the will to blend caapi vines and P viridis dont be skiddish, i'll keep my wee hidden until i pee friggin demons come out of my weenie hole, so rub my genie globes and be enchanted by my magical inseminating pole or you shall pay the toll your whole life will fold over five hundred times like the ashes in my weed bowl as they warp from the heat, you will warp from your heat as you yowl and leap at the site of my meat, so eat and feast of the sacred fruits, or i'll rape your poop hole and break your tooth, i eat my own semen dreamin' of the demon that sticks its thumb up my anus and creams in my belly button, woe nelly, somethins' clawing the inside of my penis hole, to tell me, muffin...what in the universe keeps people too perverse to use my verses and disperse this accursed worsening state of the spurtin' semen of ignorance in humanitys asshole, all over the vast globe, its trash so i will smoke hash oil and tell you of the toil but wait i just soiled my pants, to a boil my blood has advanced emancepate yourself from plantations of seeds of damnation intellectual castration on that ass placin a vast abrasion on your brain and laceratin' the attainment of gnosis blow dicks hoe bitch no frickin' load of thick creamy cum can close the lips of your over hit boner pit, im about as sober as this: hash hits, expanding the vastness of your elastic ass bitch, grass rips my synapses while i dab my dick in acid a flask of it to be exact, i lick my own buttcrack and stick a funnel in my penis then let bees in it i need clinically attention, i put an active extension cord in my mouth then peed in it
poem by Mayhem's Apprentice
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Sleeeep
Move train...
On station...
cool air...
catch the body...
Trees move...
Another another
Statione move...
Some budys getdown...
Somebudys get up...
My eye are go with a
Sleep...
My station gone...
At open my eye's
With the sleeeep...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Zoo Station
Im ready
Ready for the laughing gas
Im ready
Ready for whats next
Ready to duck
Ready to dive
Ready to say
Im glad to be alive
Im ready
Im ready for the push
In the cool of the night
The wartmth of the breeze
Ill be crawling around
On my hands and knees
Shes just down the line ... zoo station
Got to make it on time ... zoo station
Im ready
Im ready for the gridlock
Im ready
To take it to the street
Ready for the shuffle
Ready for the deal
Ready to let go
Of the steering wheel
Im ready
Ready for the crush
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Its alright...its alright...its alright...its alright
Hey baby...hey baby...hey baby...hey baby
Its alright
Its alright
Time is a train
Makes the future the past
Leaves you standing in the station
Your face pressed up against the glass
Im just down the line from your love...zoo station
Under the sign of your love...zoo station
Im gonna be there...zoo station
Tracing the line...zoo station
Im gonna make it on time...make it on time...zoo station
Just two stops down the line...zoo station
Just a stops down the line...zoo station
song performed by by U2
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Move In
Move in, move in
Move in, watch me move in
Invite me to a party
Hang some colour on the walls
It makes me feel like eighteen
Im gonna change things for us all
Sooner or later the music goes
I see a trace of sweat on your face
Move in, move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, watch me move in
Remember now the times we had
Our worlds turned round but thats okay
Yet, things still look the same
People dancing so much
Keep it pushing come what may
Sooner or later the music goes
I see a trace of sweat on your face
Move in, move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, watch me move in
Remember now the times we had
I see the lights are low now
But still the faces glow
A year thats full of zeros
Yet who knows what that holds
Sooner or later the music goes
I see a trace of sweat on your face
Move in, move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, watch me move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, watch me move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, watch me move in
Remember now the times we had
Lead on
Oh the music goes
And I feel it pushing on, baby
I feel its pushing
Push against me
Please, stop
I feel the music
Inside me
song performed by by Texas
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Im Catchin Hell
Written by chuck jackson and marvin yancy
Tonight, i, I just want to talk to the ladies, oh fellows your cool but girls
If youve got a good man, youd better keep him,
Oh I know youre saying right now, what does she know
Who is she to tell me about my situation, well, I dont know your situation
But whatever it is, you should try to stay together
You know that big argument that you had the other night, remember
Well, today its not nothing, just dont let him leave you honey
Cause then youll find out that it wasnt those real big things you loved about him
It was the real small things, go on and laugh but its true
You know, things that youve seen a thousand times around the house
But never paid any attention to, like helping with the groceries
And helping in the yard and painting and repairing and huh, paying the bills
But you know now, all I have is memories and regrets
I could have given our love a chance to grow but no
I had to challenge it and be heard (oh), let me tell you something
That female liberation stuff, I dont know, sometimes I dont think its worth it
And Im really feeling, feeling kind of bad yaul, Im catching hell living here alone
Hmm, I never realized, oh lord, that you mean so much to me
Im catching hell living here alone, I want you to come back baby
Come back cause heres where you belong, oh yeah
If I could replay, if I could replay that whole scene again, oh well
You know that I would never, never say it again, that our love, our love is at its end
And oh, you know that I would kind of ease on back, yes I would
And let confusion pass on by, I took moves well, oh yeah
Without one good reason why, Im catching hell, catching hell
Lord Im living, living, living here alone, alone, lone, I didnt believe it could be
You know all the pressure on me, all the time, oh, Im catching hell, well, well
Living here alone, lone, lone, lone, lone, lone, lone, to tell you the truth
To tell you the truth Im going out of my mind---, yeah, oh do you hear me tonight
I dont have too (this is my story) much more to say except
Somebody (hey, this is my song) told me that if youve got something
Thats good to you and you dont use it (sad, sad) you might lose it (sad, song)
(song, so sad) so girls hold on to your good thing (oh), (you gotta hold on a little bit now)
And dont let go, oh---do you hear me tonight, its so sad living alone
Living alone (hmm), hold on to your good thing, hold on, (well, well) oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah---oh, oh, oh, lordy, lordy do you know what its like
Catching hell, (somebody turn up the microphone, oh---), oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Any World That I'm Welcome To
If I had my way I would move to another time;
I'd quit my job, ride the train through the misty night-time.
I'll be ready when my feet touch the ground, wherever I come down,
And if the folks will have me, then they'll have me.
Any world that I'm welcome to [any kind of world]
Any world that I'm welcome to
Any world that I'm welcome to
Is better than the one I come from.
I can hear your words when you speak of what you are and have seen;
I can see your hand reaching out through a shining daydream.
Where the days and nights are not the same, captured happy in a picture frame;
Honey, I will be there, yes, I'll be there.
[chorus]
I got this thing inside me that's got to find a place to hide me.
I only know I must obey this feeling I can't explain away.
I think I'll go to the park, watch the children playing;
Perhaps I'll find in my head what my heart is saying.
A vision of a child returning, in a kingdom where the sky is burning;
Honey, I will be there, yes, I'll be there.
[chorus]
Is better than the one I come from.
Is better than the one I come from.
Any world that I'm welcome to. [any kind of world] x ad lib [fade]
song performed by by Steely Dan
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Hammer Purged By Rust (Part Two)
the railed fence broken,
buildings stink with shock,
the sky falls with shattered force.
young boys with brass boners
chase burning limbs,
lips too numb to talk.
in uniforms of pretense,
that hide all remnants of fear.
drilled to perform without conscious thoughts,
their mothers prayers denied.
to the kingdoms of the poor,
unleashing the vultures of greed.
striking dead any man who dares to stand,
burying the children on trash covered streets.
to banish thought, to blacken hope,
to sever hands that join!
walls built of bones,
young mothers fight back with stones,
the match of judgement struck.
wave upon wave, led by dogs and owls,
sacrificed in sacred mud!
and the gods of eternity
beat the drums of fate.
the ghosts of compassion,
just outside the doors of hate.
truth hangs in the balance,
the covers are removed.
only the man who dares to be man
will survive the coming flood!
and hand in hand left naked
will build a garden in the ruins.
when light reveals the heart that feels,
and the skulls rise and speak...
children drenched in ash and oil,
warm by fires that stroke the night.
when nothing sleeps with nothing,
and the skies weep with stars!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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In the evening of my life
In the evening of my life
I will not tire seeing the twinkling stars
I will remember some past lovers & friends
I will watch the beautiful moon sailing by
I will ponder upon its gold glowing in the sky
I will recollect some memories and
Treasure them again closer to my heart
I will not just watch people passing by
I wil be a humming bird who will fly
In the evening I will sit with you
By this window
I will hold your hand and feel it warm
I will not just be in the sidewalk waiting
I will still be your man still loving
In the evening of my life
I will take the blanket gently on my hip
And then take my soundest sleep.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Every Morning's Mourning.
Watch you sleep
Dream and roll over
avoid the monsters
and the light
Watch you sleep
Watch you sleep
when the noise
of fifteen
floors above you
crashes in
and wraps you deeper
in your sheets
Watch you sleep
Watch you sleep
through every squeak
and smash and ping
as I serenade you
with my awake
and my breakfast
Watch you sleep
Watch you sleep
with a half-turned
smile on your face
an exposed and naked leg
your hair escaping you
like spilling starlight
Watch you sleep
Watch you sleep
when I kiss
the tiniest sample
of skin on your cheek
and know you wake
when I'm gone
and am gone
until again you sleep
When you wake
Watch you wake
Watch you sleep
poem by Q.R. Gibson
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The Game of Stare
There’s a boy with his fellow
I caught his eyes with a wander
Now the game has been played
Now you have been challenged
You better asked my name
Before anyone came
But you only stare, stare, stare
Like I annoy your safety ring
Like you can’t even think
You only stare, stare, stare
Like I lose you something
Something you can’t even win
There’s boy in the dance floor
I catch his eyes, he comes closer
Now the game is replayed
Now you better watch out
You better take me out
Before someone calls you coward
Cause you only stare, stare, stare
Like you never see me in dress
Like no one else who dares
You only stare, stare, stare
Like I steal you something
Something you can’t even think
There’s a boy in the park
He makes me catch his eyes
Now the game is forward
Now you don’t want to break up
You better have a word
Before you loose your hold
And you only stare, stare, stare
Like a puppy wants a bone
Like you’ll be lost if I’m gone
You only stare, stare, stare
Like I can give you something
Something you think you can’t win
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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With Each Day Passing
Every day I feel more demoralized
as many old friends pass on to heaven
before new ones can be found
to fill the empty spaces they leave behind.
Little birds sing their cheerful chorus
as the morning begins to rise.
I stand in the shadows of the evening call
and watch the bats in silence fly.
Each day seems to pass quicker than the last
merging morning and afternoon into one.
Alone I stand and watch the moon
rise quietly from the eastern sky.
Every fibre in my soul aches
for those whom my life has lost.
The gaps within my life grow
more and more with each day passing.
2 December 2012
poem by David Harris
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Station Master
In the dawns early light from a long and sleepless night
She returned again this morning from her long and restless flight
And her red hollow eyes did not show her much surprise
As she lay right down beside me like she never said goodbye
Please help me stationmaster, is the evening train on time
The wells run dry up yonder theres another down the line
It was all I could bear just to watch her lying there
Disowned and ragged princess with the sun locked in her hair
So cold, so frail with her mind locked in a jail
A victim of confusion, never knowing she could fail
Please help me stationmaster, is the evening train on time
The wells run dry up yonder theres another down the line
So I rocked her to sleep and I got up on my feet
And the day was filled with sunshine as I gazed across the street
And the door seemed to say over here step this way
The station is for travelers even you must ride someday
Please help me stationmaster, is the evening train on time
The wells run dry up yonder theres another down the line
Please help be stationmaster, can I stay for just awhile
Forgive me if Im weary I aint have much - much time to smile
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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