charles' golden memory
sandwiched between
a royal virgin and an old hag
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Royal Family
Royal parents,
Royal birth,
Royal relationship,
Royal love,
Royal wedding,
Royal pregnancy,
Royal child,
Royal family;
Roya, loyal! !
The lineage,
The history,
The heritage;
Nancy, pregnancy!
Line, lineage;
And, you still have her in your heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When you look at Prince Charles, don't you think that someone in the Royal family knew someone in the Royal family?
quote by Robin Williams
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Making Love With Memories
You poked my blurring eye,
Let me lift your mushy breast.
We aged onwards
While you stroked flaccidity –
Recalling decades of
Blood-gorged coming, shuddering to boot.
I kissed a venerable mouth
Crammed with falsities –
Once brilliant keys
Guarded by crimson lips
Washed by a sensual tongue.
And so we writhed in wrinkles,
Tiring effort, and
Memories.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A short one for Mary
Ah, those were golden days…
Don’t look back, they say;
but if the memory brings a surge
of energy, and gratefulness,
and consciousness and joy,
and love that’s limitless –
what’s wrong with memory
that brings these present gifts?
Today’s now golden; limitless.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Golden Palace
Locked behind the door
Taken by force
But Im not guilty of the crime
How can this be real
What is aganst the law
To say whats on your mind
Then I see your face
So warm as it comforts me
And tells me I am not alone
Pray for me tonight
Give me the strength of love
To help me cross the virgin snow
I will run till daybreak
My tears will fade away
Theyll never take me again
No Im never going back
cause when I get to the golden palace
Everything will surely be so clear
Can we give ourselves
Like a mother to her child
They took a part of me
Whenever I think of it
I shiver to the bone
The scar is on my heart
When will the crimes of
Inhumanity be known
I am only one voice
I will not fade away
So many are silent
But I will never look back
cause when I get to the golden palace
Everything will surely disappear
The snow has gone at last
Im out of the shadows and into the sun
And then I see you smile
Angel of mercy
The fight has jus begun
I can hear them calling
Across the frozen land
The world will hear us
You know its never too late
cause when we get
To the golden palace
The memory will surely be so clear
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Come As You Are (LP Version)
Come As You Are"
Come, as you are. As you were.
As I want you to be. As a friend.
As a friend. As an old enemy. Take your time.
Hurry up. The choice is yours. Don't be late.
Take a rest. As a friend. As a old memory, memory, memory, memory.
Come. Dowsed in mud. Soaked in bleach.
As I want you to be. As a trend. As a friend.
As an old memory, memory, memory, memory.
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
Memory, memory, memory, memory (don't have a gun).
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun. Memory, memory...
song performed by by Nirvana
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Power Rangers Ninja Virgin
Oh Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go!
Sin in the wind
Go!
Rock your body like thunder
Oh Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go
Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go
The call is on
Their sweetness is cumming on strong
They'll do it in any kind of weather
Never say no
Ninja Virgin
Let's do it together
The arousal will grow
Go! Cum on! Let's go!
Power Rangers Virgin Go!
Power Rangers Ninja Virgin
Got me growing
It's growing!
Oh baby it's growing!
Go Power Rangers
Go Ninja Virgin
Let's go!
Sin in the wind
Go!
Rock your body like thunder
Oh Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go
Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go!
Oh Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go
Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go!
poem by Ramona Thompson
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his mind sandwiched
between the bodies
and chocolates
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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To control women
Goddess Athena is a virgin.
Mother Mary is a virgin.
Virgin state inspires your cults,
Your pride and your merits.
Virginity is a social invention
Designed by men to control women.
21.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Virgin's Dew
Virgin's dew reminds me of you
bathing in bond of lover's hue.
Virgin's dew, Le juste milieu:
when we're
'Here',
en France;
solving the green, red and gold.
Virgin's dew chains me to you;
'mordial mortal matrix,
duplicitous double helix:
alchemic sol et lune.
Virgin's dew tries me too...
how I put up with your husband and
all of his pitifully-insignificant whinings of
something which mercifully escapes me right now.
But virgin's dew endears me to virtue;
that giggling little girl I woke up with,
frolicking unashamed
in the mouth of our naked morning star.
Virgin's dew, my babe of the Babylon blue.
So 'deuscing and delicate, inspirate you:
Slut and my Savior;
'suaging, sagely screw.
Virgin's dew smells like you
sweating magic tears of pheromone
in the light of God's very own breath.
And virgin's dew fuels fantasies of you
when I'm all by my lonesome,
in sublimest, finest fucking form I
cannot help but possibly think of you.
Virgin's dew, my tailored taste of taboo:
kissing Rose Crosses with a feather of silk
on this begging body when I'm all tied-up.
Yes, virgin's dew still reminds me of you
when I'm not quite finished here yet;
savoring enigmatic, idiosyncratic,
mmm... samadhic you.
Virgin's dew, my confessor & confidant who
calls on God with my feeble name of something less;
I am not worthy of you.
Virgin's dew, so becuming of you:
my None and 0nly;
I Adore You.
Virgin's dew, how ever I love you too:
with every aching ounce of
my sun and bonum;
this day am I hopelessly devoted to you.
R andy Resh 1999
poem by Randy Resh
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Windsor Poetics : Lines Composed On The Occasion Of His Royal Highness The Prince Regent Being Seen Standing Between The Coffins Of Henry VIII And Charles I, In The Royal Vault At Windsor
Famed for contemptuous breach of sacred ties,
By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies;
Between them stands another sceptred thing--
It moves, it reigns--in all but name, a king:
Charles to his people, Henry to his wife,
- In him the double tyrant starts to life:
Justice and death have mix'd their dust in vain,
Each royal vampire wakes to life again.
Ah, what can tombs avail!--since these disgorge
The blood and dust of both--to mould a George.
Summerfades
The summer fades like sunsets
But I still have memories of you at the beach
The royal sun-god burned the images into my mind and memory
The memories are like the 1970s
They are back there, but still here
the beach in my memory fades in the distance
You are there forever,
and I wouldn't have it any other way
Godblessyou amen
poem by Samuel Stuart Pennell
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Memory (Thy Shall)
Thy shall not slumber,
Thy shall not wake,
A memory so fragile,
So delicate it may break.
A memory so lost,
So unwanted it tears apart,
Until it dies,
It shall go back to thy start.
A powerful memory it may be,
Or a memory that shall be overlooked,
Thy one shall let it see,
How thy memory is like a book.
But how powerful thy memory is,
It has to be stronger than a good memory,
A memory that has passion and feeling,
A memory that has greatness and becoming myself, I, and me.
Until that kind of memory is shown,
Thy memory shall be looked upon near and far,
Thy memory shall be kept hidden,
Until it shall be who we are.
Thy shall not slumber,
Thy shall not wake,
A memory so fragile,
so delicate it may break.
poem by Alicia Meyers
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An Ode
WHAT boots it to be great?
To live in royal state
And feast with kings,
Since now all things
One doom await?
5
What boots it to be fair?
Sweet eyes and golden hair,
And youthful bloom,
Since in the tomb
All foulness there?
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To live in royal state—
That is not to be great;
Sweet eyes and golden hair—
That is not to be fair.
What is it to be great?
15
Content with thine estate;
To serve thy God and King
In everything—
That is it to be great.
What is it to be fair?
20
Sweet modesty to wear;
To keep thine honour sure,
Thy bosom pure—
That is it to be fair.
Much boots it to be great,
25
Much boots it to be fair.
poem by Frederick George Scott
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Golden Waves
As I languished on the sandy beach
in the summer of my youth,
a pretty maiden there beside me
watching the sparkling waves
turned golden by the sun.
What future dreams I had
of a life together as one
I cannot tell.
Time has robbed me of that memory,
all I know is if I had a dream
it was tarnished without repair.
Our lives together would never be
our worlds we would never share,
for as the summer faded
our love would soon be gone.
Her words imprinted forever
on my memory.
“I love you and don’t want to hurt you
so I am packing you up.”
Then walked away leaving me
with questions I could not answer
and memories of those golden waves
under a warm summer sun.
More years have passed
than I care to remember
and she is now a faded memory,
but her last words
still torment and haunt me.
3 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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So I told Robert from the start that if we couldn't get Charles and Max to take part, but especially Charles, that I didn't want to make the film. So would he call his mother and talk to Charles and see if Charles would at all be interested.
quote by Terry Zwigoff
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Conceptual Phoenix
Sandwiched
by
ignorance, obessive ego
and
agressive ego
phoenix is still surviving conceptually
in a breath of light
Golden Days
There are days in our life
we often refer to as our golden days.
Days that will live forever in our memory,
days when our life felt so comfortable
and we had that warm feeling inside.
Times we wished could last forever
and everyday would be like them.
Sadly, all too soon they are placed into our memory.
Sometimes we get the chance to relive them
for a brief spell now and then
whenever we stop and reminisce
with an old friend.
Then for the briefest of moments,
we are transported back then,
the time of our golden days again.
2 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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The king's consort
I
Love, was it yesternoon, or years agone,
You took in yours my hands,
And placed me close beside you on the throne
Of Oriental lands?
The truant hour came back at dawn to-day,
Across the hemispheres,
And bade my sleeping soul retrace its way
These many hundred years.
And all my wild young life returned, and ceased
The years that lie between,
When you were King of Egypt, and The East,
And I was Egypt's queen.
II
I feel again the lengths of silken gossamer enfold
My body and my limbs in robes of emerald and gold.
I feel the heavy sunshine, and the weight of languid heat
That crowned the day you laid the royal jewels at my feet.
You wound my throat with jacinths, green and glist'ning serpent-wise,
My hot, dark throat that pulsed beneath the ardour of your eyes;
And centuries have failed to cool the memory of your hands
That bound about my arms those massive, pliant golden bands.
You wreathed around my wrists long ropes of coral and of jade,
And beaten gold that clung like coils of kisses love-inlaid;
About my naked ankles tawny topaz chains you wound,
With clasps of carven onyx, ruby-rimmed and golden bound.
But not for me the Royal Pearls to bind about my hair,
poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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The charming girl was in the book of History once I met her!
Like a fine wine
Over hundred of years
Your traditional love
And its flavour
Touched my heart deeply.
The old and new
Past and present
It should be love
Other than anything.
But I am a Nomad
And travelled
From place to place.
The wearied old camel
Rests beside me and I take out
My broken-string lute for a song.
Virgin Moon shines like a coin
And the desert wind brings the memory of our old song.
'It should be love other than anything
Because we are in the city that never sleeps! '
A humble dedication to the poetess Magnolia in gratitude!
*Have a heart that never hardens, and temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
-Charles Dickens
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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