Nemesis
the woman is flogged, bound, gagged,
and robbed of her vitalities
she is left in a cold quarters
where nobody enters except her nemesis
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Tied By The Wrists To A Pity Pit
Down, down feeling gagged and bound.
And tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
Convicted with an accepting addiction of it.
Stretched beyond imagination,
People wish they could elope with their hopes.
At the end of slipping twisting ropes...
And blowing in a wind that shifts.
Picked and tossed across a river like a pebble.
And not making a ripple or a dent.
Hoping that a simple skip will give them a lift.
But that lift to them aint been sent to benefit.
People feel today they are weak and feeble.
With down cast eyes in cracks and ruts.
And no one seems to want to give that up!
But...
Down, down feeling gagged and bound.
Tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
And...
Convicted with an accepting addiction of it.
Oh...
Down, down feeling gagged and bound.
And tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
And...
Convicted with an accepting addiction of it.
Existing everyday to be defeated and licked.
Down, down feeling gagged and bound.
And tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
Convicted with an accepting addiction of it.
Doo doo doo doo doo down down,
Doo doo doo down down...
And tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
Doo doo doo doo doo down down,
Doo doo doo down down...
And tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
Doo doo doo doo doo down down,
Doo doo doo down down...
And tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
As if convicted accepting of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cold Hearted Woman
She came from across the water
A devil's daughter was in disguise
I crid for mercy - she bound and chained me
and then she played me, I was mesmerized
When she gave me blood red roses
They were wrapped in razor thorns
She was sly in her temptation
Then she left me on my own
Sutch a cold hearted woman
She promised passion everlasting
And now I'm haunted by her name
I gave up all that I ever cared for
Oh if I only had my yesterdays again
I've been blinded, now I'm broken
Sometimes I can hear her song
No man's grass was ever greener
Now I find that I don't belong
With a cold hearted woman
She touched my world and I was shaken
But she was fakin,I never knew
These days are colder and there's no shoulder
I'm just the shell fo the man I was before
If there's somewhere I can run to
Till I kill the pain inside
I've been walking now for hours
Can't forget her, the Lord knows I've tried
Cause she's a cold, cold hearted woman
song performed by by Rainbow
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Nemesis
Behold the gracious Nemesis,
With white quill in her hand...
She wrote with this all things amiss,
So all would understand...
She took the lives the Gods despised,
She flew to hunt them down,
Delighting when they stared surprised
Upon her purple gown...
Behold the ancient Nemesis,
With silver sword at rest...
Who brought men bliss, then the Abyss
When justice stirred her breast...
When golden-winged she flew above
And circled them below...
Denouncing them for lack of love,
She made their lifeforce go...
Behold the Doomsday Nemesis,
With compass by her side...
Yes, there she is! Life's final kiss!
For there's no place to hide!
She stalks the callous and the cold,
The vicious and the vile...
The final sight that they behold
Is Nemesis's smile...
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2010.
This poem is based on the Nemesis painting by
Jessica Galbreth found on enchanted-art-dot-com
Shortcut to the artwork: tinyurl-dot-com/nemesisart
poem by Denis Martindale
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Cold is The Heart
Cold is the heart of the man who lets no one into his life.
Cold is the heart of the woman who has lost her love.
Cold is the heart of the girl who is better than everyone around her.
Cold is the heart of the man who fights only for himself.
Cold is the heart of the Teenager who needs and wants no one in his life.
Cold is the heart of the cocky young man.
Cold is the heart of the Criminal who is not forgiven for what he has done.
Cold is the heart of the Widow who is left alone in this world.
Cold is the heart of the woman angry at love.
Cold is the heart of the angry young man.
Cold is the heart of the one who does not laugh, and will not smile.
Cold is the heart of the woman who feels no love, and feels no pain.
Cold is the heart of the Businessman who claws his way to the top.
Cold is the heart of the child who feels left out while the others play.
Cold is the heart of the man who denies his emotions freedom.
Coldness in the heart is an absence of love.
It is the feeling of Loneliness,
The presence of Anger,
The lack of Respect,
And the loss of emotion.
It is found in the joyless,
In the emotionless,
And in the inhospitable.
It is a trait of the passionless,
Of the unconcerned,
Of the unsympathetic,
And in those who deny the truth.
But through love any heart can be warmed.
poem by Trever Barlow
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Twiddle Your Thumbs
Sometimes you want to say something
but feel that you hands are tied
and your voice is gagged.
You want to let out those pent up emotions
feeling free to clear the air
but for some unknown reason
you hold back from letting go
becoming gagged and frustrated.
You know what you’ll say,
will cause a long argument
and that is something you do not want.
Therefore, you bite your tongue
and let the dark cloud disperse
knowing sooner or later
another time will come
and then you will not be gagged.
Saying your piece
and getting it all off your chest
but until then you sit quietly
and just twiddle your thumbs.
6 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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To II
Too long, my only, we have lain apart
Banished underneath your stern decree
The pillow that we shared is cold, my heart
And silent as it never used to be;
Sweetheart, start to remedy this hurt
Before this hurt surpasses remedy
Silence silence and disdainful banish
Bitter banishment, now and forever.
Ruddy oaths and odes eventuate
Surly silence sitting gagged and bound over
For, Banishment bound, company can flourish.
You are my impartial magistrate:
Softly judge, and these hard terms commute
That you alone have power to refute.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?
quote by Kurt Vonnegut
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Please Tell Me, If You Ever Know...
who robbed us of the days
we laughed with childlike mirth?
who robbed us of the days
when vibrations flowed between us
like milk and curds in their
purest form that little krishna
filled his tummy with?
who robbed us of the days
we danced and sang on unknown
river banks competing against
wind water and amusing little ripples
set in those crystalline waters?
who robbed us of the days
we built any number of castles
by the mighty seas and swayed
to the rhythm of the waves?
who robbed us of
the air that giggled in glee?
who robbed us of
the days of milky moonlight?
who robbed us of
the first showers of monsoon?
who robbed us of
the days of peacok feathers?
who robbed us, dear friend?
can we retieve those days of
spontaneous giggles
unfretterd spirit
uninhibited expression...?
tell me, my friend
if you know the one
one who robbed us of the
very fundemental connection
is he the master-crafter time?
is she a naughty elf?
him or her i wish to meet
no, not to accost
but to see if the booty
really filled his or her heart
and if it did
i wish to leave all of it
for their happiness...
20sep2009
13.20hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Brave men do not gather by thousands to torture and murder a single individual, so gagged and bound he cannot make even feeble resistance or defense.
quote by Ida B. Wells
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Alberta Bound
Oh the prairie lights are burnin bright
The chinook wind is a-movin in
Tomorrow night Ill be alberta bound
Though Ive done the best I could
My old luck aint been so good and
Tomorrow night Ill be alberta bound
No one-eyed man could eer forget
The rocky mountain sunset
Its a pleasure just to be alberta bound
I long to see my next of kin
To know what kind of shape theyre in
Tomorrow night Ill be alberta bound
Alberta bound, alberta bound
Its good to be alberta bound
Alberta bound, alberta bound
Its good to be alberta bound
Oh the skyline of toronto
Is somethin youll get onto
But they say youve got to live there for a while
And if you got the money
You can get yourself a honey
A written guarantee ta make you smile
But its snowin in the city
And the streets and brown and gritty
And I know theres pretty girls all over town
But they never seem ta find me
And the one I left behind me
Is the reason that Ill be alberta bound
Alberta bound, alberta bound
Its good to be alberta bound
Alberta bound, alberta bound
Its good to be alberta bound
Its good to be alberta bound
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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God In His Perversity
How God, in his perversity,
ties knots sometimes, unties when time
seems right to him, we learn from rhyme,
but in a university,
where everything is deconstructed,
we learn it isn’t God who ties
and unties knots, and lose the lies
concerning him with which we’d been instructed.
Inspired by a poem by Anne Sexton:
When Man Enters Woman
When man
enters woman
like the surf biting the shore
again and again
and the woman opens her mouth in pleasure
and her teeth gleam.
Like the alphabet,
Logos appears milking a star
and the man
inside of woman
ties a knot
so that they never will
again be separate,
and the woman
climbs into a flower
and swallows its stem
and Logos appears
and unleashed their rivers
This man
this woman
with their double hunger
have tried to reach though
the curtains of God
and briefly they have,
though God,
in His perversity
unties the knot.
http: //www.geocities.com/SoHo/cafe/1324/sexton.htm
11/6/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Space Travel Made Easy
Just think;
Space travel without a space suit or spacecraft!
Not possible?
Think again!
There is no need for physical form when spirit is set free
Spirit is pure consciousness that is impervious to hot or cold
Spirit has no need to breathe, eat or drink
Spirit can travel anywhere instantly
Want to know how the sun works?
You can go to the sun’s surface by sheer intention
Yes, anywhere is not only possible but practicable
So how do you separate spirit from your body?
Firstly your ego must be bound and gagged
Then meditate to still the doubting mind
In time you remember how to leave your body
Next you will yourself free of physical form
On Earth;
Release of form is the only freedom possible
Freedom is the launching pad for your spirit
An unencumbered spirit knows all there is to know,
And absolute freedom makes everything possible
Now there is only one question left to ask
What star in the Cosmos do I want to visit?
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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I Am Not A Woman...
I am not a woman that loves with a heart
I am not a woman that's silly and smart
I am not a woman with open wounds
I am not a woman that's more attuned
I am not a woman that you hold dear
I am not a woman that has no fear
I am not a woman that's loved or lost
I am not a woman that doesn't know the cost
I am not a woman that's hurting inside
I am not a woman that has no foolish pride
I am not a woman that can't look you in the eye
I am not a woman alone that cries
I am not a woman that's imprisoned with chains
I am not a woman that holds her will in vain
I am not a woman, or mother, or friend
or wife, or daughter, or one to depend
I am not a woman of all and more
Because I gave it away to the one I adore
what's left is all you see
Just a woman that truly believes
Milking Stars
Man cannot milk a star that shines
in galaxies in milky ways,
but can milk love, when he entwines,
unstar-crossed, trying to amaze,
the woman he attempts to enter
when she is ready, being wet,
to let thim penetrate her center,
where she has dragged her net
to capture lights that emanate
from all the pores of his excited
body, shining, when they copulate
in starlight, being unbenighted.
Inspired by a poem by Anne Sexton:
When Man Enters Woman
When man
enters woman
like the surf biting the shore
again and again
and the woman opens her mouth in pleasure
and her teeth gleam.
Like the alphabet,
Logos appears milking a star
and the man
inside of woman
ties a knot
so that they never will
again be separate,
and the woman
climbs into a flower
and swallows its stem
and Logos appears
and unleashed their rivers
This man
this woman
with their double hunger
have tried to reach though
the curtains of God
and briefly they have,
though God,
in His perversity
unties the knot.
http: //www.geocities.com/SoHo/cafe/1324/sexton.htm
11/6/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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To have small eyes
He is not a man of truth
Though not a cheat. I left him.
He is not a man of brain
Though not unfaithful. I left him.
He is not a man of trust
Though not incapable. I left him.
She is not a woman of heart
Though not sexy less. I left her.
She is not a woman of virtue
Though not unwomanly. I left her.
She is not a woman of poise
Though not a cheat. I left her.
As a solitary tree I stand
I wish I had small eyes.
24.10.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Down And Out
Well I'm out on a tear 'cause she's tearing me apart
If I look rough on the outside, you ought to see my heart.
And this look in my eyes shows beyond a doubt,
Since my woman left, I'm down and out.
Well, I'm down at the bar, out of my mind,
Tighter than an eight-day clock with no way to unwind,
That jukebox cries the blues like it knows what I'm about.
Since my woman left, I'm down and out.
Well I'm down to my last dollar, but I don't really care.
My friends have all got whiskey, and they don't mind if I share.
They know how it feels to have your heart torn inside out,
Since my woman left, I'm down and out.
Well, I'm down at the bar, out of my mind,
Tighter than an eight-day clock with no way to unwind,
That jukebox cries the blues like it knows what I'm about.
Since my woman left, I'm down and out.
Since my woman left, since my woman left,
Since my woman left, I'm down and out
song performed by by George Strait
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Flogged Cassock
Dont know how to find a path
out of this moment into another
realm without reading a book or
conjuring a story - checking my
run-on agreement with its sine-
wave repetitions
Herewith Lessor agrees to lease to
Lessee, who agrees to lease from
Lessor said Premises which is
situated and shall be deemed -
Lessor entitled to do this
while interest accrue -
The greatest mathematician being
flogged by a man in a cassock*, a
towel on his head, I furtively saw
as I glanced at the book on my desk;
Enchanted Horse and Charlottes
Web lined up for the weekend
Titbits to lighten life between chores
though not many left now that Carines
on the mend - if only time would flow
past this immobile moment
(Flogged by a man in a cassock* - From Pyramids, Terry Pratchett)
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Down & Out
Well Im out on a tear cause shes tearing me apart
If I look rough on the outside, you ought to see my heart.
And this look in my eyes shows beyond a doubt,
Since my woman left, Im down and out.
Well, Im down at the bar, out of my mind,
Tighter than an eight-day clock with no way to unwind,
That jukebox cries the blues like it knows what Im about.
Since my woman left, Im down and out.
Well Im down to my last dollar, but I dont really care.
My friends have all got whiskey, and they dont mind if I share.
They know how it feels to have your heart torn inside out,
Since my woman left, Im down and out.
Well, Im down at the bar, out of my mind,
Tighter than an eight-day clock with no way to unwind,
That jukebox cries the blues like it knows what Im about.
Since my woman left, Im down and out.
Since my woman left, since my woman left,
Since my woman left, Im down and out.
song performed by by George Strait
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High And Dry
Last night, I think, I put that home fire out,
Came in late to a cold dark house.
I guess she thinks she got me good this time.
She took all of hers, and most of mine.
She left me high, but I aint dry,
Well, I've got beer and tears to cry.
Well I should be feelin' low,
Up that creek that we all know.
That woman left me high, but I aint dry.
Say bar tender fill 'er up again.
Let's us keep me in the shape I'm in.
And if I can't get her memory to drown,
Well, I'll take it for a swim all over town.
She left me high, but I aint dry,
Well, I've got beer and tears to cry.
Well I should be feelin' low,
Up that creek that we all know.
That woman left me high, but I aint dry.
Hell, I should be feelin' low,
Up that creek that we all know.
Yeah, that woman left me high, but I aint dry.
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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If I Had A Woman Like You
Orbison/dees
Hey young and innocent girl
You dont even know that Im around
One loving your world and he doesnt know what he has found
Oh, I need you so
But you wear a gold wedding ring
If I had a woman, if I had a woman
If I had a woman, a woman like you.
True, you love your man
You love him true like no one can
Uh, what I would do to be in be in his shoes but I understand
Youre beautifully bound
Tied up to loves silver chain
If I had a woman, if I had a woman
If I had a woman, a woman like you.
Twilight finds me alone
Midnight and Im on my own
I have numbers to phone but I dont have a woman like you
I dont have a woman like you
Lie, Id tell a lie
If I said I did not love you
I know very well why all of my dreams cannot come true
Here, I need you here
But you wear a clear diamond stone
If I had a woman, if I had a woman
If I had a woman, a woman like you.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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