A Stinging From A Venomous Tongue
What's been done...
Will always come back to be,
Left for another...
To be delivered,
And...received.
With a stinging from a venomous tongue.
And a stunning meaning to leave stung.
What's been done...
Will always come back to be,
Left for another...
To be delivered,
And...received.
With a stinging from a venomous tongue.
And a stunning meaning to leave stung.
And,
Deserved...
When,
Someone gets to receive...
A stunning meaning to leave stung.
From,
A stinging from a venomous tongue.
A stinging from a venomous tongue.
And,
Deserved...
When someone gets to receive,
A...
Stunning meaning to leave stung.
From...
Someone with a venomous tongue.
And a stinging of it meant to be done.
It's...
Deserved!
When someone gets to receive,
A...
Stunning meaning to leave stung.
From...
Someone with a venomous tongue.
And a stinging of it meant to be done.
A stinging of it meant to be done.
It's...
Deserved!
When someone gets to receive,
A stinging from a venomous tongue.
And a stinging of it meant to be done.
From someone with a venomous tongue.
It is deserved...
When someone gets to receive,
A...
Stinging from a venomous tongue.
With a venom spewed from someone.
It is deserved...
When someone gets to receive,
A...
Stinging from a venomous tongue.
With a venom spewed from someone.
It is deserved...
When someone gets to receive,
A...
Stinging from a venomous tongue.
With a venom spewed from someone.
It is deserved...
When someone gets to receive,
A...
Stinging from a venomous tongue.
With a venom spewed from someone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These Are Desperate Times For You, Aren't They?
If,
I were fed pigeon...
Would I then have pigeon vision?
If I were a duck,
After being plucked...
Would I then run out of luck?
And if I had an oink,
But a sheep I thought myself to be.
Would I want my pork chops fried...
Knowing a pig was meant to be my destiny.
And if I sneezed by a bee...
Will that bee that buzzed believe,
What I did was dumb...
To deserve a stinging,
Stung done that comes.
And if I had an oink,
But a sheep I thought myself to be...
Ooo ooo weeee.
Would that bee that did the stinging,
Wish it had hooves...
And,
Kicked me in the knee!
'These are desperate times for you,
Aren't they? '
Why do you say that?
'Your stimulus package,
Seems to lack stimuli.
And...
I am concerned for your well being.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Re-Invent And Undo
Out from the woodwork they will come,
Like carpenter ants and termites to cut down...
Anything to upset and destruct,
With a plucking of nerves.
And venom striking tongues.
They are not readily noticed,
Until something unexpected...
They have heard validated,
Someone believed they did a doing done...
To have left their misdeeds trapping one in a web.
With a stinging that stung...
No one would survive to overcome.
Like carpenter ants and termites to cut down...
Anything to upset and destruct,
With a plucking of nerves.
And venom striking tongues.
Out from the woodwork they will come.
With a permanent stinging,
No one would survive to overcome....
To re-invent and undo with a renewed doing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A woman may have a witty tongue or a stinging pen but she will never laugh at her own individual shortcomings.
quote by Irvin S. Cobb
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The Dream Murderer
DO NOT think ill of him
this giver of misfortune
this killer of your dreams
for he does not think ill of you
he is the waker of your sleepy nights
so you may be like the virgin
prepared with the oil and the light
and the lamp
for the thief
think of him as a portend
a harbinger
an angel for the coming of your
many deaths
so you can live
forever
think of yourself as the child
who wants to have backbones and wings
and venom
when he is not gone you are ready for your own battles
armored knight of the night
vertebrate manager
winged god
dragon ready with its mouth and tongue of fire
venomous snake
holy cow.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Venom Void
venom of rejected has polluted and poisoned
manufactured lies where no smoke nor fire thrive
but not the heart of truthful soul the sacred seat
venomous mind slithered silently darkly on
devastating and destroying and swallowing
the harvest of the highest triumph to zilch
hollow empty hearts spreads its heart and wings
to capture more dark minds inito dark shadows
man is lost in a wasteland of firey warm flesh
of nothing in a nothing world of dust void
dark parasites of morals and fun pleasure
who shunned the light and conscience voice
for seconds of joy and damnation to life void
alas had the heart not wandered twinned
if the desires were caged and disciplined
if the mind had not lost its reason in sweetness
in the void of all voids sorrow would not sit
a lost sheep disappearing in darkness devastated
beseeching for redemption but non hears
venomous words burn now and etched forever
redemption in a furnace of truth and its infinite
wherever seek and fall and rise better being
venom tongue and mind lost in dungean
eyes closed travel in the labyrinth of dark
oh light of light touch my dark away
away away you dark away away
BY SHOKAT HABIB
2/25/2011
poem by Shokat Habib
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Stunned With a Stinging Into Love
My heart hunts to be captured.
Runs to be chased.
And sits in denial.
My mind wants to be soothed.
And feel assured.
My body aches to be touched.
And that's a cure I am sure I'll endure.
When the hunt ends.
And I am stunned with a stinging into a love,
Wanted much.
When the hunt ends.
And I am stunned with a stinging into love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tongues
the tongue
of my body
is in the nerves
the tongue
of my soul
in the heart
the tongue of
my mind
in the head
the tongue
of truth and deceits
in the mouth
the tongue of
the World (Creation)
in the words
of God
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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So Fresh Are These Days of Awareness That Come
Fresh are these days of awareness.
The spicing done to fantasies,
Seem totally ridiculous.
Escaping exits to explore escapades...
Are closing down in minds,
For those who had found themselves entwined!
Oh,
So fresh are these days of awareness that come.
A stinging stung that's felt,
Nearly by everyone.
And those who sing the blues,
Had other choices...
But they refused.
Deciding to keep their minds completely fixed.
To a way of life,
With standards and values today quickly nixed.
Wishing now they had kept things simple.
But consumed they are with bitterness.
With others like them...
Who have been deceived and tricked!
Oh,
So fresh are these days of awareness that come.
A stinging stung that's felt,
Nearly by everyone.
The spicing done to fantasies,
Seem totally ridiculous.
Escaping exits to explore escapades...
Are closing down in minds,
For those who had found themselves entwined!
And a whistling is heard!
Coming from those who kept their eyes opened.
Observing reality for what it is!
Now they watch those disturbed.
Those who sit stubbornly...
With hopes their delusions maintained,
Will someday again...
With the aid of false prayer,
By them who dare...
To display a sudden faith.
Be served to end the reality of their heartache.
But where were they...
When the earth began to shake?
To awaken those from their sleep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unmistakably Awake
That which is done to another,
With an intention to induce a harm.
That leaves a stinging one intends to bring,
With an intention meant.
A forgiveness may take place,
But the fact of the act can not be erased.
No matter if what one has done has been mentioned,
As a mistake!
What had been done and was not faked.
Came from a consciousness unmistakably awake.
And if one decides not to forgive,
With a memory not to forget.
The misdeed received was not thought of as a gift.
And forgiving actions to forget like this,
Invites a re-occurrence.
That which is done to another,
With an intention to induce a harm.
That leaves a stinging one intends to bring,
With an intention meant.
A forgiveness may take place,
But the fact of the act can not be erased.
No matter if what one has done has been mentioned,
As a mistake!
What had been done and was not faked.
Came from a consciousness unmistakably awake.
Deceivers believe their misdeeds can be repeated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Not Here to Kiss Your 'Boo Boo
I'm not here to kiss your 'boo boo'.
I am here to put my foot up your rear end.
I am here to bring a stinging of reality.
With a hope to knock you away...
From your neccessity to pretend.
Do you know what time it is?
Do you hear the ticking nonstop of any clock?
Steps you should have placed have not moved,
One bit!
And all you have are tears to drop?
I'm not here to kiss your 'boo boo'.
I am here to put my foot up your rear end.
I am here to bring a stinging of reality.
With a hope to knock you away...
From your neccessity to pretend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Feel Like A Lost Baby
The sun sets and my pains rise.
When the venomous tongue glides in and out,
I feel like a lost baby.
As I see you sitting by the pitiless sea,
The tears stand up in the corners
Ready to assault my cheeks
And I feel like a lost baby.
When that snakish smile shows up,
As you sit selfishly in the sun bathed garden,
Keeping me away with the burning spears,
Sorrow crawls all over me...
And I feel like a lost lost lonely baby.
poem by Guindo Mamadou
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Know The Law
when you walk away
i am not sad
what i think most
is that you must find the right path
this one is not for you
i have seen your footsteps break
themselves upon
those roadblocks
i have to drive you away
for you do not grow well here
a moss to sand
a seed on a rocky ground
a tower on a pile of sand
you are destined to be great
in the land where your feet are desirous
like some kind of dancing feet on those
dancing shoes
like some kind of fingers fidgety on those
guitar strings
law is a serious faced monster
with blind eyes and sharp claws and
venomous tongue
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Forget To Remember
what have i done?
where have i come from?
when i burnt the backs with the sun through a glass did i
seal the loss thats become me?
feeling undone,
what have i become?
when i turned my back on you i turned my back on myself
and became this machine,
thoughtlessness, selfishness, hopelessness, arrogant
i feel it on the inside, twisting and controling, memory
has shaped me once again,
still feeling you on the inside, biting through and stinging,
will i ever forget to remember?
shadows in the sun,
filter through us,
still wrestle the demons that aressted me as a child,
confession rejected,
we grow up,
to give up,
people step on the cracks of wounds owed paid back
through the words of surrender,
emptiness, loneliness, listlessness, worthless
i feel it on the inside, twisting and controling, memory
has shaped me once again,
still feeling you on the inside, biting through and stinging,
will i ever forget to remember?
can you save me? from myself, from these memories,
can you save me? from myself, from these momories,
surrender, to the shadows, haunting inside, bleed
through you,
surrender to the secrets inside, lies within you,
i feel it on the inside, twisting and controling, memory
has shaped me once again,
still feeling you on the inside, biting through and stinging,
will i ever forget to remember?
cant feel you on the inside, set down the bag and left it,
lost memory has left me
one again,
open up the inside, admission for the cleansing, now that
i've forgotten to remember,
surrender, to the shadows, haunting inside, bleed
through you,
song performed by by Mudvayne
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Sonnet: The Tongue
Tongue, the muscle belly in the mouth’s floor!
That grandmothers used to narrate folklore;
With sensors to taste the food that we eat,
And speak fluently with neighbors who cheat.
The boneless tongue gives creatures satiety;
In misdemeanor, speaks words so nasty;
The tongue-tied man cannot speak out too well;
The one with a long tongue argues like hell.
The tongue can emit both a soothing word,
And also cut like a double-edged sword;
The tongue helps one to sing a sweet song,
And touch one’s nose-tip whenever too long.
The tongue can start a war or conclude it;
Some stars use it for their kissing habit.
poem by John Celes
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Venomous
A two-faced man is more venomous
Than the snake with two fangs.
Bitten by a snake.
One can withdraw the venom.
Bitten by a man,
That's the end.
poem by Taslima Nasrin
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It Is Poetic And Prophetic
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'I see the holes in shoes.'
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'Those shoes have not been used.
Since many are afraid of walking.
But talk about nonsense,
They choose to do.'
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
And...
It could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'Lips flap flip flop so much.'
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'Flipping lips lick ears to touch,
With venom spiced and nothing nice to say...
Yet quick to pick from empty pockets.'
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
'Woe goes the mogul to spend from thieving.
Wishing to steal more.
To take and not to give.
Or...
Sympathize with those begging.'
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'I see the holes in shoes.'
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tongue Bath
Yeah, (ohhh), we got the hood rats in the house right
(Would you like a tongue bath babe)
They say they like tongue bath (from the back)
So, uh, we went and got Methron
But of course, it's the Ying-Yang Twins
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Anyway you want it, I'm with it
I just wanna get up in it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
A tongue bath, from the back
Oh yes, that's the way I like it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
Forget about that Summer we stretched straight thuggin it up
In the tongue bath world we was loving it up
I've been told by the eye we were holding each other
To the room, sexual, of the Isley Brothers
Sippin' Alazez and Hennessee, straight thug passion
Licking nipples, got you gigglin', so you started to laugh
And now it's getting so erotic baby
All of a sudden so I'm kissing on your body baby
Admit it babb
See baby a tongue bath is what I like
Lick me up, lick me down, curve my appetite
Let me open up my legs, show me what you got
The way you licking on my body's got me really hot
And I'm loving the way you lick me though
Do it little daddy, let your tongue take control
You got me shaking like hell when you're licking my toes
From the top to the bottom, make your tongue roll
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Anyway you want it, I'm with it
I just wanna get up in it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
A tongue bath, from the back
Oh yes, that'
song performed by by Ying Yang Twins
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Sugar On My Tongue
Oh, oh, Oh, oh,she's my neighbour
Fill my cup, I'll bet you baby
She'll fill it up
She'll drop the sugar on my tongue
Will she gimme gimme gimme some
She's gonna put sugar on my tongue
She's gonna gimme gimme gimme some
She'll put it right there on my tongue
Put it right there on my tongue
Sweet sweet, lover lover
Never never never find another
to put sugar on my tongue
Gimme gimme gimme some
Is she gonna put sugar on my tongue?
Is she gonna gimme gimme gimme some?
She'll put it right there on my tongue
Put it right there on my tongue
I've been waiting years and years
Finally I see that you appear
My friends are here, and they ask of me
'Is this the time that we're gonna see
her put the sugar on my tongue?'
Is she gonna put sugar on my tongue?
Is she gonna put sugar on my tongue?
Is she gonna gimme gimme some?
She'll put it right there on my tongue
put it right there on my tongue
Sugar on my tongue
Oh, oh, oh...
song performed by by Talking Heads
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A Binary Kill
I cleared my vision
Took aim
Your pervasive statuesque presence
Your skin reflecting from the blur;
Malignant
Intoxicating
So immaculate and sublime
I'll take it all in like alcohol
Feel it burn from my chest
And watch the vague uneasiness
Slither away from my tongue
I would spell out the words
That I always wanted to speak
And scream it with a violent lightning
Stinging and soldering from the inside
I will not resist the force of gravity
I surrender myself to this moment
Apprehensive:
Nervous and excited
Melancholic:
Blissful and sad
I will face it
Locked and loaded
This is my one shot kill
Miss my target or hit it
I pulled the trigger in the dead air.
poem by Norman Santos
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Cats Cradle
Upon our first meeting I began to rhyme.
You sucked the saliva from my tongue, then hid away
when I came up on you clumsily stumbling
you grabbed my pupils and hindered me,
closed me, and inspired me,
but you failed to tempt me,
My shoulders bare of savage sands took you by surprise,
the freckles played games in the lolling sea.
Your body began to quiver when the gusts arrived.
with conspiracy behind moonlight and mountain.
Spilling droplets whith slang stinging drag.
In time. They all took a stab at you.
They threw their robes at you,
smothering your decadence with their virtues
farewell avid tier
farewell sunshine
poem by Jerome Moore
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