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Lucasta, I 'm off to the Whores (Parody)

Nag me not (shrew) or begrudge my time
That from the Nunnery
Of thy Chaste breast and ice cold bed
To whores and bars I fly

True, the new waitress now I chase
And hope to “cop a feel”
And with lascivious eyes undress
She who, for cash, will yield.

Yet all my infidelities
Are easily ignored-
You go to bed at nine o’clock
And, what is worse, you snore.

poem by John F. McCullagh
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To Lucasta, Going To The Wars

Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.

True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.

Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee (Dear) so much,
Lov'd I not Honour more.

poem by Richard Lovelace
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To Roses in the Bosom of Castara

YE blushing virgins happy are
   In the chaste nunnery of her breasts--
For he'd profane so chaste a fair,
   Whoe'er should call them Cupid's nests.

Transplanted thus how bright ye grow!
   How rich a perfume do ye yield!
In some close garden cowslips so
   Are sweeter than i' th' open field.

In those white cloisters live secure
   From the rude blasts of wanton breath!--
Each hour more innocent and pure,
   Till you shall wither into death.

Then that which living gave you room,
   Your glorious sepulchre shall be.
There wants no marble for a tomb
   Whose breast hath marble been to me.

poem by William Habington
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Time's Two Faces

A clock has one face, but time has two…
One is of hope: the other a shrew.
I strain at the pinnacle in sight of both ways.
One is of past years; the other mere days.

As I squint for a better view of the days,
The apex slants more towards the shrew's gaze.
My only chance lies in a much slower pace,
Hoping to enjoy days before they change face.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Everybody Wants To Feel Like You

I wake up to a clock thats ringing
Birds are singing on my telephone line
I work all day and I chase my woman
Why dont she chase me sometime?
Everybody wants to be wanted
I mean I aint no scarecrow cop
I dont need no transalazation
I dont need no diddiley bop
Next time tell me that you want me
Put your little foot inside of my shoe
Next time tell me that you need me
Everybody wants to feel like you
I used to love you so hard in the morning
Id make you stutter and roll your eyes
I put your mind on a brief vacation
To the land of the lost surprise
You got a heart that beats like mine love
You got a bell that rings so true
I get this feeling that I got to tiptoe
Round every little thing you do.

song performed by by John Prine
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An Epitaph upon Husband and Wife Who died and were buried together

TO these whom death again did wed
This grave 's the second marriage-bed.
For though the hand of Fate could force
'Twixt soul and body a divorce,
It could not sever man and wife,
Because they both lived but one life.
Peace, good reader, do not weep;
Peace, the lovers are asleep.
They, sweet turtles, folded lie
In the last knot that love could tie.
Let them sleep, let them sleep on,
Till the stormy night be gone,
And the eternal morrow dawn;
Then the curtains will be drawn,
And they wake into a light
Whose day shall never die in night.

TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
   That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
   To war and arms I fly.

True, a new mistress now I chase,
   The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
   A sword, a horse, a shield.

Yet this inconstancy is such
   As thou too shalt adore;
I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
   Loved I not Honour more.

poem by Richard Crashaw
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The depraved

The chaste, the depraved and the whore:
The chaste one suffers from the sacrifices
Of pleasure and hence demand respect.
The depraved one indulges in secret
And yet retain the social status.
The whores suffer scorns and contempt
And take vengeance on women.
Pity the whore, admire the chaste
And ignore the depraved.
30.03.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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There Are Worse Things I Could Do

There are worse things I could do
Than go with a boy or two
Even though the neighborhood
Thinks Im trashy and no good
I suppose it could be true
But there are worse things I could do
I could flirt with all the guys
Smile at them and bat my eyes
Press against them when we dance
Make them think they stand a chance
Then refuse to see it through
Thats a thing Id never do
I could stay home every night
Wait around for mr. right
Take cold showers everyday
And throw my life away
On a dream that wont come true
I could hurt someone like me
Out of spite or jealousy
I dont steal, and I dont lie
But I can feel, and I can cry
A fact Ill bet you never knew
But to cry infront of you
Thats the worse thing I could do

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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To Lucasta. Going To the Warres.

I.
Tell me not, (sweet,) I am unkinde,
That from the nunnerie
Of thy chaste breast and quiet minde
To warre and armes I flie.

II.
True: a new Mistresse now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith imbrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.

III.
Yet this inconstancy is such,
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Lov'd I not Honour more.

poem by Richard Lovelace
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Gypsy Jill

They're hanging Bill at eight o' clock,
And millions will applaud.
He killed, and so they have to kill,
Such is the will of God.
His brother Tom is on my bed
To keep me comforted.

I see his bleary, blotchy face,
I hear his sodden snore.
He plans that he can take Bill's place;
I felt worse than a whore
As in his arms I cried all night,
Thinking of poor Bill's plight.

I keep my eyes upon the clock;
It nears the stroke of eight.
I think how bravely Bill will walk
To meet his gallows fate . . .
His loaded gun is in the tent,--
I know now what he meant.

Though Tom is boastful he will wed
With me, no more to part,
I'll put a bullet through his head,
Another through my heart:
At eight, stone-dead we three will be,
--Bill, Tom and me.

poem by Robert William Service
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Inside Looking Out

Im sitting here lonely like a broken man.
I serve my time doin the best I can.
Walls and bars they surround me.
But, I dont want no sympathy.
No baby, no baby,
All I need is some tender lovin.
To keep me sane in this burning oven.
And, when my time is up, youll be my reefer.
Life gets worse on gods green earth.
Be my reefer, got to keep smokin that thing.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I said now baby ... baby ..., let me smoke it ... smoke it ...
Makes me feel good ... feel good, yes, I feel good ... ahhhhh ...
Yes, I feel alright ... feel alright ..., yes, I feel alright ... feel alright ...
Yes, I feel alright ... ahhhhh ...
Ohhhhh ...
Ice cold water is runnin through my veins.
They try and drag me back to work again.
Pain and blisters on my mind and hands.
I work all day making up burlap bags.
The oats theyre feeding me are driving me wild.
I feel unhappy like a new born child.
Now, when my time is up, you wait and see.
These walls and bars wont keep that stuff from me.
No, no, baby,
Wont keep that stuff from me.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I need you right now mama.
I need you right now baby.
Right by my side, honey.
All night long.
Make me feel alright ...
Yes, all ..., yes, all ..., yes, all ... alright.
You better come on up and get down with me.
Ill make you feel real good, just you wait and see.
Make me feel alright ..., yes, I feel alright ...
Yes, all ..., yes, all ..., yes, alright.

song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Mighty mouse

A predator, the pygmy shrew?
It seems unlikely but it’s true.
To satisfy its appetite
this tiny scrap of dynamite
will tackle creatures twice its size.
They’re dead before they realise.
This little creature has to eat
twice its own body weight of meat.
On each and every single day.
the pygmy shrew’s no easy prey.
Some larger creatures find to their cost.
Make the attempt and find they’ve lost.
The pygmy shrew’s ferocity
means that he wins inevitably.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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There Are Worse Things I Could Do

There are worse things I could do, than go with a boy or two
Even though the neighborhood thinks Im trashy and no good
I suppose it could be true, but there are worse things I could do
I could flirt with all the guys, smile at them and bat my eyes
Press against them when we dance, make them think they stand a chance
Then refuse to see it through, thats a thing Id never do
I could stay home every night, wait around for mr. right
Take cold showers every day, and throw my life away
On a dream that wont come true
I could hurt someone like me, out of spite and jealously
I dont steal and I dont lie, but I can feel and I can cry
A fact Ill bet you never knew
But to cry in front of you, thats the worst thing I could do

song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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When You Cry I'm Happy

High school crush so true. I wish I could have told you.
I've waited too long. I finally did one night.
I asked you to dance and you laughed in my face;
Then to make it worse, on went the lights.
[chorus]
When your heart breaks I'll be there
To laugh in your face, like you did to me.
When you're moping down the stairs
I'll be there to push you. Maybe you'll land on your head.
I hope that your heart breaks every time someone looks at you.
I hope you always feel how I felt that night
When you made me lower than the dirt on your shoes.
I heard you wanted to apologize, but two words don't wipe out six years.
And I never will let you forget it
And every night I hope you cry out your eyes.
Every day I saw you, I felt nauseous. And I still do.
Every time you cry, it makes my day. I hope you're crying right now.

song performed by by 5 Days Ahead
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Hope ''Spiritual Grace

Time goes on,
Will not stop for me nor for you.

Hope is the one, that keeps on moving us.
Yes that's true.

True is the fact,
Hope has 'spiritual grace'.

Embedded with strength and courage,
Guide us to run in the race.

Let your hope never die,
Never let it remain away from you.

Hope is the strength,
Strength to run your life all through.

Never feel lonely, never feel sad,
Let hope be there with you, to make you feel glad.

Life is beautiful,
at times life gets tough,

Hope is the one that keeps you strong,
No matter how life gets rough.

May 'Hope' remain be by your side,
May it never gets apart from you.

May it be your strength,
May every dream, every desire of you come true.

poem by Priya Arora
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Me-Time Continuum

I watch the clock ticking out its time.
I hear the gears tocking 'till the chime…
I hold my stare acutely
And focus ears astutely.
The whole gestalt of this assault by me on clock
Collapses in to hence become
A new me-time continuum,
This clock and I a vacuum;
Dial and me, we've come to be
A synergistic, fatalistic victim,
Hmm…

When it ticks, I then tock:
I am me as well as clock.
When it tocks, I then tick.
We burn together down the wick
In candle wax, both cold and warm,
Together now in molten form.
We jump the side but soon to stall,
Only to solidify
Until the active plateau
Chases…
Down…
Sinking…
To melt again the bit that ran (us) –
All in a time storm
With timeless plan.

Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.

William Shakespeare in Hamlet
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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What Max Wanted

What do you want from me?
Max's wife said

and he looked by her
at the waitress

at the cafe
who was walking

with some order
behind his wife's back

and he noticed
the cute ass as she moved

the way she swayed
and the hands

holding the tray
huh? What is it

you want from me?
his wife repeated

her eyes peering at him
taking in

that aspect of him
as he turned his head

look said Max
following the waitress

to the table across the way
his eyes slowly

undressing her
his mind making up scenes

like in some movie
you say come on Honey

let's go out for a meal
and talk

and what are you doing
looking elsewhere

and not talking
his wife said

spittle on her lower lip
Max looked back

at his wife and said
oh yes sure

I was thinking
of the Picasso print

we saw the other day
you know that one

we both liked
and you said you'd like it

for your birthday
well maybe

I ought to get it
what do you think?

And the waitress
looked over at Max

as she went by
and he saw

a whole new ball game
in her eyes

and caught the cheek
and ear

and was sure
he captured some aspect

of her perfume
and his wife said

Picasso?
That Picasso?

are you sure Max?
and she went into a daze

and smiled
and Max imagined himself

and the waitress
and sex games

and a party
going wild.

poem by Terry Collett
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Hey

Hey
Been trying to meet you
Hey
Must be a devil between us
Or whores in my head
Whores at my door
Whores in my bed
But hey
Where
Have you
Been if you go I will surely die
Were chained
Uh said the man to the lady
Uh said the lady to the man she adored
And the whores like a choir
Go uh all night
And mary aint you tired of this
Uh
Is
The
Sound
That the mother makes when the baby breaks
Were chained

song performed by by Pixies
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I Hope She Knows

i hop she knows who she is to me,
i hope she knows when i look at her true beauty is what i see
i hope she knows i see her like no one else
i hope she knows when she smiles it just makes my heart melt
i hope she knows shes not just anybody, not just some girl
shes mine,
i have loved her all this time
i hope she knows she sweetens my breathe
without her air it would bring death
i hope she knows that in my eyes
shes the brightest light, the shine of the moon in the essence of the night
the beauty of the waters on the shore, without her love i would be no more,
i hope she knows i love her the way she is
i hope she knows when shes gone shes all i miss
i hope she knows that all i have to say and all i feel
that the love for her could never be so real
i hope she knows shes the life of my life
the heart of my heart, the day of my day
and no matter how long i will forever feel this way
and this moment that im looking at her, that im looking at the most amazing thing i will ever see
her,
i hope she knows without the gaze of her eyes, i would be blind all my life
but at this moment,
i hope she knows
that i love her.

poem by Richard Ferdin
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Waitin On A Sunny Day

Its rainin but there aint a cloud in the sky
Must of been a tear from your eye
Everythingll be okay
Funny, thought I felt a sweet summer breeze
Must of been you sighin so deep
Dont worry were gonna find a way
Im waitin, waitin on a sunny day
Gonna chase the clouds away
Waitin on a sunny day
Without you, Im workin with the rain fallin down
Im half a party in a one dog town
I need you to chase these blues away
Without you, Im a drummer girl that cant keep a beat
An ice cream truck on a deserted street
I hope that youre coming to stay
Im waitin, waitin on a sunny day
Gonna chase the clouds away
Waitin on a sunny day
Hard times, baby well they come to us all
Sure as the tickin of the clock on the wall
Sure as the turnin of the night into day
Your smile girl, brings the mornin light to my eyes
Lifts away the bleus when I rise
I hope that youre coming to stay
Im waitin, waitin on a sunny day
Gonna chase the clouds away
Waitin on a sunny day

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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