1. Two Red Candles Burning Through Night
chinese wedding
two red candles burn
though the night
wax sizzles,
drips, drips
with our red hot
passion for each other
drips, drips
fluidly down the bar
the whole night
drips, drips, with
each pause of
our desire
each hug of our
affirmation for
each other
drips, drips
with our thirst
for each other
drips, drips
and clings to
the bar, warm
as our bosoms
drips, drips
solidifying
the night into our
assurance
for each other
drips drips till
the morning
turning the night
into an ecstatic
tour de force,
a union crystallising in
a mass of bliss
resting quiet on
the base of two
exhaust candles
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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YOUR laughter drips like the
rain from the sky, it hits your
vein, like a childs broken toy,
your mind lights up, as it starts
to break down, your about to
hit rock bottom, so enjoy the veiw.
YOUR laughter drips and drips....
poem by David Gerardino
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10.15 Saturday Night
10.15
Saturday night
And the tap drips
Under the strip light
And i'm sitting
In the kitchen sink
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
Waiting
For the telephone to ring
And i'm wondering
Where she's been
And i'm crying
For yesterday
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
It's always the same
song performed by by Cure
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Lightening Strikes!
Cloudy are my eyes that weep.
In me is the storm.
Rainfall drips to dry.
And the thunder...
Mumbles on.
Lightening strikes!
Stripping fast to flash,
Before the lights go out.
Rainfall drips to dry.
And the thunder mumbles on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Sorrow Leads
You walk in the door no one does anything
Your walk to your room without a word
They say nothing
Their silence is the wound, it is the sword
You take the knife from your table
You slit you wrists and watch the blood drip
They wouldn't help even if they were able
They would just smurk and curve their lip
The blood slowly drips to your bed
This is where sorrow has led
For tomorrow you will be dead
Your eyes search for answers, they look deep
The knife shines red, as you turn it
Tonight you will forever sleep
The room is lightly lit
Tomorrow will never come
This you know
A distant horror for most yet a dream for some
Some say it's black as night others as white as snow
The blood slowly drips to your bed
This is where sorrow has led
For tomorrow you will be dead
Your mind is filled with pain
Waiting, waiting for a sign
The lamb will rest with the lion head on his maine
You think as you watch 'I know no future, but this is mine.'
Your heart beats it's last beats
Your eye lids close and your head falls
It is the creator you will meet
When you think this you smiles and then your heart stalls
The blood slowly drips to the bed
This is where sorrow has led
For now you are dead.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Tz'u No. 16 (Bajiao)
Who planted the Bajiao tree under my windows?
Its shade fills the courtyard;
Its shade fills the courtyard...
Leaf to leaf, heart to heart,
folding and unfolding,
It expresses boundless affection.
Sad and broken-hearted, lying awake on my pillow,
Late into the night
I hear the sound of rain.
It drips and splashes, cool and melancholy;
It drips and splashes, cool and melancholy....
Lonely for my beloved, grief-stricken,
I cannot endure the mournful sound
of rain.
poem by Li Ching Chao
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Oh, Gray And Tender Is The Rain
Oh, gray and tender is the rain,
That drips, drips on the pane!
A hundred things come in the door,
The scent of herbs, the thought of yore.
I see the pool out in the grass,
A bit of broken glass;
The red flags running wet and straight,
Down to the little flapping gate.
Lombardy poplars tall and three,
Across the road I see;
There is no loveliness so plain
As a tall poplar in the rain.
But oh, the hundred things and more,
That come in at the door! --
The smack of mint, old joy, old pain,
Caught in the gray and tender rain.
poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese
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Girl you want (Lyrics)
She sings from somewhere you can't see,
She sits in the top of the greenest tree.
She sends an aroma of undefined love,
It drips on down in a mist from above.
She's just a girl,
Just a girl,
The girl you want.
She's a girl,
Just a girl,
The girl you want.
You hear her calling everywhere you turn,
You know you're headed for the pleasure burn.
But the words get stuck on the tip of your tongue,
She's the real thing, but you knew it all along.
She's just a girl,
Just a girl,
The girl you want.
She's just a girl,
Just a girl,
The girl you want.
Look at youw with your mouth watering,
Look at you with your mind reeling.
Why don't you admit it's all over,
She's just the girl you want.
She's a girl,
Just a girl,
The girl you want.
She's a girl,
Just a girl,
The girl you want.
She sings from somewhere you can't see,
She sits in the top of the greenest tree.
She sends an aroma of undefined lust,
It drips on down in a mist from above.
She's just a girl,
Just a girl,
The girl you want.
She's a girl,
Just a girl,
The girl you want.
poem by Satan's Sibling
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Sticky and Wet
When one runs up a heat,
No sweat drips sweet.
And salty come the comments,
With humidity peaked.
A temperature rising,
Is wished to be left alone.
A temperature rising,
Is not welcomed in one's home.
And Summer is a bummer,
When the air conditioner is gone.
Yes Summer is a bummer.
Sticky and wet,
Is not what one condones.
Yes a humid Summer,
Can be a big bummer.
When one runs up a heat,
No sweat drips sweet.
And salty come the comments,
With humidity peaked.
A temperature rising,
Is wished to be left alone.
Yes Summer is a bummer.
Sticky and wet,
Is not what one condones.
Yes a humid Summer,
Can be a big bummer.
When one runs up a heat,
No sweat drips sweet.
Yes a humid Summer,
Can be a big bummer.
When one runs up a heat,
No sweat drips sweet.
Yes a humid Summer,
Can be a big bummer.
Sticky and wet,
Is not what one condones.
And Summer is a bummer,
When the air conditioner is gone.
Sticky and wet.
Sticky and wet.
Sticky and wet...
When humidity makes one moan.
Yes a humid Summer,
Can be a big bummer.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coal Train Robberies (demo)
Yesterday's coal train came to rest in the bitter cutting
And as the signals took an age to change it was easy pickings
So you go to the movies where they smash it up
You want to feel your heart pumping it makes you feel good
All through the karaoke girls were squealing the hits
As another mercedes-benz gets blown to bits
While all the time in the camptown theatres of piccadilly
They're going to throw a black-face minstrel show for the barefoot children
That they're always selling
They'll say "it's quaint" as the guilty ones faint and claim they ain't underneath this paint
We interrupt these liberal saints with their whips and watermelon
Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery
It's like another world, or it had better be
So we return to whitewashed pout of his committed lips
Since he was declared the long lost fountain
Of youth that drips and drips and drips
They'll be sending him round from door to door,
To sell you back what's already yours
"so many good deeds, so little time"
Say the advertising agency swine
When man has destroyed what he thinks he owns
I hope no living thing cries over his bones
If you don't believe that i'm going for good
You can count the days i'm gone and chop up
The chairs for firewood
Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery
It's like another world, or it had better be
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Sex...
Sex
Drips
From
Every
Part
Of
Yo ur
Body
And I
Don't know
Where to start
Sipping you…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Coal Train Robberies
Yesterdays coal train came to rest in the bitter cutting
And as the signals took an age to change it was easy pickings
So you go to the movies where they smash it up
You want to feel your heart pumping it makes you feel good
All through the karaoke girls were squealing the hits
As another mercedes-benz gets blown to bits
While all the time in the camptown theatres of piccadilly
Theyre going to throw a black-face minstrel show for the barefoot children
That theyre always selling
Theyll say its quaint as the guilty ones faint and claim they aint underneath this paint
We interrupt these liberal saints with their whips and watermelon
Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery
Its like another world, or it had better be
So we return to whitewashed pout of his committed lips
Since he was declared the long lost fountain
Of youth that drips and drips and drips
Theyll be sending him round from door to door,
To sell you back whats already yours
So many good deeds, so little time
Say the advertising agency swine
When man has destroyed what he thinks he owns
I hope no living thing cries over his bones
If you dont believe that Im going for good
You can count the days Im gone and chop up
The chairs for firewood
Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery
Its like another world, or it had better be
song performed by by Elvis Costello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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a hit of white snow;
drips down like an undertow;
hooked on candy blow
haiku by Chris Gardner
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The Thunder Cracks In The Gray Sky
The thunder cracks in the gray sky and the rain it is bucketing down
Above the high and dry and bare paddocks by the river that flows by the town
On those paddocks that need heaps of rain it has been awhile since they were green
This countryside is looking dry 'tis as dry as it ever has been
His feathers soaked wet from the rain the magpie flutes on the blackwood tree
From it's drenched leaves the rain drips and drips by the river that flows to the sea
To the river adown the bare hill the water in rivulets run
As soon as the rain will have stopped they will quickly dry out in the sun
The Summer has been warm and dry and the long range weather forecast is for a dry Fall
An hour of heavy thunder rain of little use though better than nothing at all
For months the farmers have been praying for rain their prayers in part answered today
But the sun shines across the brown hills and the rain clouds are clearing away
And the magpie shakes his feathers dry and no rain drops left to drip from the trees
And white butterflies flitting about in the sunshine and feshening breeze.
poem by Francis Duggan
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RedRum
The dagger slips through the skin
You know that you will win
Oh sweet red rum
The blood drips to the ground
You are careful to make not a sound
Oh sweet red rum
The feeling inside; of hate
By the time they come it will be too late
Oh sweet red rum
The body is still in your hold
You feel the skin go cold
Oh sweet red rum
Again you have stolen life
With the same red tinted knife
Oh sweet red rum
You feel hate no longer, your heart fills with sorrow
For you there will be no tomorrow
Oh sweet red rum
The dagger slips through your skin
You know the knife will always win
Oh sweet red rum
Your blood drips to the ground
You shall not make a sound
Oh sweet red rum
Feeling inside is no longer
For you are no longer
Oh sweet red rum
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Vampiric
The metalic taste of blood,
drips off my very tongue.
Your flesh so bittersweet,
tastes like honey-coated meat.
Into the mirror's gaze,
I look beyond the glass.
I see no future,
For I have no past.
There is no reflection,
to be heard and seen.
For a creature of the night,
I have always been.
While chimney's logged lips
purse around the flaming tongue,
Spring rain, spitting, drips.
haiku by Jonathan Robin (10 January 1993)
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All it is that paints me blue
All it is that paints me blue
Lay within my thoughts of you
All it is that taints me blue
Drips dismay from morning dew.
poem by David Lacey
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A Variation
I am tired of this!
Nothing else but loving!
Nothing else but kiss and kiss,
Coo, and turtle-doving!
Can't you change the order some?
Hate me just a little--come!
Lay aside your 'dears,'
'Darlings,' 'kings,' and 'princes!'--
Call me knave, and dry your tears--
Nothing in me winces,--
Call me something low and base--
Something that will suit the case!
Wish I had your eyes
And their drooping lashes!
I would dry their teary lies
Up with lightning-flashes--
Make your sobbing lips unsheathe
All the glitter of your teeth!
Can't you lift one word--
With some pang of laughter--
Louder than the drowsy bird
Crooning 'neath the rafter?
Just one bitter word, to shriek
Madly at me as I speak!
How I hate the fair
Beauty of your forehead!
How I hate your fragrant hair!
How I hate the torrid
Touches of your splendid lips,
And the kiss that drips and drips!
Ah, you pale at last!
And your face is lifted
Like a white sail to the blast,
And your hands are shifted
Into fists: and, towering thus,
You are simply glorious!
Now before me looms
Something more than human;
Something more than beauty blooms
In the wrath of Woman--
Something to bow down before
Reverently and adore.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Girl U Want
She sings from somewhere you cant see
She sits in the top of the greenest tree
She sends out an aroma of undefined love
It drips on down in a mist from above
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
You hear her calling everywhere you turn
You know youre headed for the pleasure burn
But the words get stuck on the tip of your tongue
Shes the real thing but you knew it all along
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Look at you with your mouth watering
Look at you with your mind reeling
Why dont we just admit its all over
Just the girl u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
She sings from somewhere you cant see
She sits in the top of the greenest tree
She sends out an aroma of undefined lust
It drips on down in a mist from above
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Look at you with your mouth watering
Look at you with your mind spinnin
Why dont we just admit its all over
Just the girl u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
song performed by by Devo
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Before The Casting Of My Shadow Stops
Sitting as a wick lit drips wax,
To watch a flame from a candle burn...
In a silent ending eventually to come.
Seems to add more light and meaning,
To my dreams to fulfill.
And to realize before the casting,
Of my shadow stops.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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