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Downright Dirty and Disgusting

To Hell with fragrant bars of soap
That are the housewife's only hope
To keep her children free from grime
Now Body Odour is a crime!

She likes to keep them squeaky clean,
The slightest smell would be obscene;
Perfume's the order of the day
To keep those sweay pongs away!

But I prefer it if you don't wash,
Deodorants are far too posh,
I like the smell between your hips
And long to sniff your kipper lips! !

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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That Smell

Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree you're in my way
There's too much coke and too much smoke
Look what's going on inside you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Angel of darkness is upon you
Stuck a needle in your arm
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose
One more drink fool, will drown you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Now they call you Prince Charming
Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes
Say you'll be all right come tomorrow
But tomorrow might not be here for you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Hey, you're a fool you
Stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before
One little problem that confronts you
Got a monkey on your back
Just one more fix, Lord might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you

song performed by by 3 Doors Down
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That Smell

(allen collins - ronnie vanzant)
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree youre in my way
Theres too much coke and too much smoke
Look whats going on inside you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Angel of darkness is upon you
Stuck a needle in your arm
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose
One more drink fool, will drown you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Now they call you prince charming
Cant speak a word when youre full of ludes
Say youll be all right come tomorrow
But tomorrow might not be here for you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Hey, youre a fool you
Stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before
One little problem that confronts you
Got a monkey on your back
Just one more fix, lord might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you

song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Rubber Ducky

Rubber ducky in my tub
help me wash and help me scrub
all accumulated dirt and grime
that came from spending too much time
reading the rag news everyday
and listening to TV commentaries say
so many lies and alibis
for what is happening and all the whys?

Rubber ducky floating free,
that's the way I want to be.
Stepping out of my tub squeaky clean
and cleanse my mind from the TV screen.
For the things I've read that made me mad
and the things I've seen that made me sad
should make a whirlpool down my drain
and never again affect my brain.

Rubber ducky as yellow as the sun,
you're the play toy, but I'm the one
who has to face the world I'm in
and try my best to discipline
my reactionary feelings to the grime
that faces us all in our lifetime.
So as I clean where you and I meet
you will be with me and help me defeat
falseness.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Little Soap & Water

Stink like a bear stuck on a tree trunk
Baby you smell like a nasty payment
Wishing you had soap you couldn't buy Old bread in your Ice box
Ted in your knee trunks
Girl your boyfriend got a stinky job
Better then smoking steaks on a grill
You missing new points smoking a bottle
Your woman is a woman that sleeps all night
Know she stinking off her panties
Co patties where you work
Dancing like you twerk
Nasty manager never taking baths
Plane air pollution smell a bird
Oil got my clothes stinking
Go home FizTzle take a bath
She smells you but she work in air conditional
Clean your clothes smell good
America stinks how about you
Smell pollution like I'm smoking
A Little Soap & Water.

poem by Tommy Laster
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Menace

Menace to the life we hold dear,
A stranger has come upon us and our shoulders
Needing safety as much as us,
Yet fed with rebuke and talent of crime.

Mania is the red odour as blood,
He is this smell we describe in our body,
As may strengthen the visitors
Who have smelt of this Christian misdeed.

We say: “You are not a good man! For you smell!
And you taunt us with your bad breath.”
Whereupon the strange person who has dignity
Smokes from his cigarette a nuisance and bad health.

This is the smoke and mist on the view,
And we heed that solvent and solute
To find concentration as a solution.
Learning has been derived again and again.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Tantalizing Aroma

dirty hands blend color soap, while nostril
gently smell gorgeous perfume, scented looks
adore fumes of joyous appeal

sniff dear heart, the nib induce soft pique of
desire into the callous of hibernation of cool
lasting rest of sweet memories of love

hang-out does not calm the turmoil seas, just
listen to the surfing sea gall, the faded sky
turn its dawning lurk of darken light of firefly,
come take the fusion of change in the blends
of great desire, hook to survive dear someone

a hurdle cloth, faze the staring eyes of the
nodded aroma of the scented smell of favorite
sortie, young and glamorous ingredients of the
heart

flow dear olfactory of the soul and douse
reinforce the perfume of love in you, I am
humble …..

poem by Antonio Liao
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Sneakers

I am left at the empty doorway
Shabby, muddy, unclean
My faded colors mutely say
Where, all this time, have you been?
The rains have made me wet
How loyal I have been
Asked how could you forget
Together times we've seen?
I saw all that commotion
As they took your body away
I heard the crying, then Silence
As Death closed the end of that day.
Who now would care to wear me?
Wash all this grime with soap
Gone are the hands I long to see
Gone is my master and my hope.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Poet's Epitaph

i see the lights of a far distant shore.
i hear the moan of thundered skies.
i smell the perfume of rain not fallen.
i taste the lips of earth, and of trees.
i see the fire in cold artic winters.
i hear the words the wind desires.
i smell the scent of passion held back.
i taste the blood of coming death.
i see the dawn of the blackened cave.
i hear the weeping of mountains still.
i smell the coffin, and shovelled dirt.
i taste the spirit set free in flight!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Think I Smell A Rat

Oh I think I smell a rat
I think I smell a rat
all you little kids
seem to think you know
just where it's at
I think I smell a rat
walking down the street
carrying a baseball bat
I think I smell a rat
Oh I think I smell a rat
I think I smell a rat
all you little kids
seem to think you know
just where is at
I think I smell a rat
treating your mother and father
like a welcome mat
I think I smell a rat

song performed by by White Stripes
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Wash Yourself

Wash yourself and make yourself clean,
And appear before me with your nakedness and let me love you;
For the faithful city has now become a harlot and,
Your wine is now mixed with water!

You've sold yourself to many and,
Of your beautiful bush which now lay bare;
But everything in life is for a season.

As white as snow and as red as crimson,
But do work towards your dreams always and be clean;
For the smell of your muse is now heard everywhere!
And i want you to wash yourself and be clean.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Keep It Clean

Keep it clean.
Every crack your packing.
Soap it up and down.
Rinse that dirt away.

Keep it clean.
Every crack your packing.
Soap it up and down.
Rinse that dirt away.

So hard they've tried to reflect perfection.
A wholesome outlook,
With good deeds done they do!
They want to project a godlike self righteousness.
With wings adorned and hymns sung!
Angelic voices from everyone,
Harmonizing,
In collective united bliss.
But the truth about this...
There is BS that sits within their midst,
And not one of them can resist
An addicting sniff!
Since they are all full of it!

Keep it clean.
Every crack your packing.
Soap it up and down.
Rinse that dirt away.

Keep it clean.
Every crack your packing.
Soap it up and down.
Rinse that dirt away.

Something kept stinking...
From fat greasy meat.
Suited and smoking cigars,
Chartering planes with high profiled stars.
And posing with those who piloted...
The sucking up of all resources.
As admirers rejoiced!
Thinking they heard 'voices' from beyond...
'You too could live like this!
We'll make sure of it! '

Keep it clean.
Every crack your packing.
Soap it up and down.
Rinse that dirt away.

Keep it clean.
Every crack your packing.
Soap it up and down.
Rinse that dirt away.

Screwing fools!

'Keep it clean! '

That's what they do best!

'Keep the scene serene.
Deodorize the stench that leaks.
Protect that image.
And hide the blood left...
To leave as expected on urban streets! '

Keep it clean.
Every crack your packing.
Soap it up and down.
Rinse that dirt away.

Keep it clean.
Every crack your packing.
Soap it up and down.
Rinse that dirt away.

By the time it surfaces...
There will be nothing left to squander.
And the fools we duped with treason,
Will have nothing left to value...
And very little to say!

Keep it clean.
Every crack your packing.
Soap it up and down.
Rinse that dirt away.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ghost Perfume

Smell of perfume fills the air,
it’s my ghost friend who is near.
I ask a question in my mind,
“Does ghost want me to see a sign? ”
Do I know perfume is real this time?
Smell of perfume by my car,
it is lingering only so far.
Not in other parts of air,
the ghost wanted me to believe
she was there.
Watching over me, to show she cares.

(By Suzae Chevalier on September 4, 2011)

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Some Questions For You This Morning

do you smile?
or have you forgotten how to smile to people

do you know that they too
are lonely and scared?

do you know what a hug means?

do you hug
the homeless ones?

you use things
no argument about that

you use people?
that can be a good question for you today

do you love yourself?
yes yourself too?

not just them in co-dependency

wash your face
with the gentleness of water in your hands
dove soap it

wipe your face and look at yourself in the mirror
comb your hair

spray perfume in your hair
the smell of lemon grass

you don't like it?
pick your choice

you have choices
you make decisions

please yourself
be free
and come to me

thus says the Lord your friend for a lifetime
beside you
as always

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cinnamon + = plus

Since Xmas time it seemed I'd seen
The + on hot cross bun,
But hadn't bought a one.
I thought I wouldn't bother,
But brought back two on Maundy Day,
Ate one, left out the other.

I now can tell the sight of cross
Is nothing to the smell:
For breeding thought of body dead
+ dread sweet smell of hell.

And you who've had the scent around
Since bun first hit the shelf?
You who notice hell no more?
Your hell will hit next Tuesday when
There's bun no more in store.

poem by Douglas Scotney
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Be An Example!

Banks of rivers and ponds have screw pines,
that has the flower, so fragrant and divine,
the smell invites from the distant, but the cobras guard,
Guards are distracted for the blooms to be extracted.

The elongated leaf like petals are folded,
To keep on the plaited hair of the young damsels,
When the season for blooming arrives,
Our girls are fragrant with screw pines flowers.

We play under the sun all day long,
Oiled hair friends of us at our side, tag along,
We run around the village paths and tunnels,
Sprint after the calves and kids that are innocent.

Innocence of us preserved, nothing to contaminate,
Additives and preservatives not added, to manipulate,
Removing the innocence from our children is a crime,
When adults are disoriented, how to sublime?

Disinfectants to keep the place germ free,
Innocence to keep the heart hurt free,
Let them know about it when the time comes,
Until then let the adults be the examples to them.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Messenger of Hope

Wind,
No matter how strong,
No matter how little,
Will always,
Mean so much to me.
Wherever I am,
In this unimaginable world,
I can always feel,
The wind,
As it comes and goes,
And travels across,
Your imagination,
Across the oceans,
To a land unknown,
And touches the cheek,
Of another person,
Another life.
Which is why,
I like to believe,
The wind can carry,
Anything and everything.
Like the sound of music,
The smile of a child,
The spirit of an individual,
Or the smell fo something you long,
To smell again,
Like the smell of rain or,
The smell of freedom.
Wind,
Is the Messenger,
Between person to person,
Between place to place.
But for me,
Wind,
Is my Messenger of Hope,
Hope to believe again,
Hope to understand,
Hope that I will return home,
And hope to keep my life intact,
For I never will know these things,
If it weren't for the wind,
My Messenger of Hope.

poem by Music Galore
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Smell Of Money

(intro)
One more day, with a tumble fall,
Down the money pit, with nothing to show
Hey hey yeah
Another twist, in the horror tale
Its an open coffin, that needs one more nail
Smell of money
Maybe Im a victim, (soft silk and bamboo? )
Maybe its the smell of money
Attracts me to you...
Hey hey yeah money
Two clean shirts
Im out on bail
As the barroom baits
They start to wail
The smell of money
Maybe Im a victim, (soft silk and bamboo? )
Maybe its the smell of money,
That brings me to you
Stretched out across the ceiling
? ? domes shimmer and glow
Golden citadels
While the autumn wind billows and flows
(instrumental)
Dancing nights, in the lost and found
Move really nice to that money sound
Smell of money, smell of money,
Smell of money, smell of money
I need
I bleed
(sudden stop)

song performed by by Ufo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Smell Of Money

(intro)
One more day, with a tumble fall,
Down the money pit, with nothing to show
Hey hey yeah
Another twist, in the horror tale
It's an open coffin, that needs one more nail
Smell of money
Maybe I'm a victim, (Soft silk and bamboo?)
Maybe it's the smell of money
Attracts me to you...
Hey hey yeah money
Two clean shirts
I'm out on bail
As the barroom baits
They start to wail
The smell of money
Maybe I'm a victim, (Soft silk and bamboo?)
Maybe it's the smell of money,
that brings me to you
Stretched out across the ceiling
?? Domes shimmer and glow
Golden citadels
While the autumn wind billows and flows
(instrumental)
Dancing nights, in the lost and found
Move really nice to that money sound
Smell of money, smell of money,
smell of money, smell of money
I need
I bleed
(sudden stop)

song performed by by Ufo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sonnet LXIIII

COmming to kisse her lyps, (such grace I found)
Me seemd I smelt a gardin of sweet flowres:
that dainty odours from them threw around
for damzels fit to decke their louers bowres.
Her lips did smell lyke vnto Gillyflowers,
her ruddy cheekes lyke vnto Roses red:
her snowy browes lyke budded Bellamoures,
her louely eyes lyke Pincks but newly spred,
Her goodly bosome lyke a Strawberry bed,
her neck lyke to a bounch of Cullambynes:
her brest lyke lillyes, ere theyr leaues be shed,
her nipples lyke yong blossomd Iessemynes,
Such fragrant flowres doe giue most odorous smell,
but her sweet odour did them all excell.

poem by Edmund Spenser
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I Like Smells

i like smells...
woodsmoke, and food,
black coffee in the morning.
the smell of rain,
of mud, of wetness.
the smell of the walls
of the cave, of the stone,
of the moss...
the smell of sex, of arousal,
of a woman's neck.
the smell of pine needles,
of an old house,
of fresh turned earth...
the smell of old books,
of old dogs, of shadows
without form...
i've even become accustomed
to the smell of death!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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