Like No Other One
You've got me,
And I feel it's for real.
'Cause you've got,
IT...
That sex appeal.
You've got me,
And I know it's the real deal.
'Cause you've got,
IT...
That sex appeal.
And like no other one,
You've got that sex appeal.
And like no other one,
It is so real it heals.
And like no other one,
I know it's a steal!
And I've got it here,
And that for me is for real.
And like no other one,
You've got that sex appeal.
And like no other one,
It is so real it heals.
And like no other one,
I know it's a steal!
And I've got it here,
And that for me is for real.
You've got me,
And I feel it's for real.
'Cause you've got,
IT...
That sex appeal.
And like no other one,
You've got sex appeal.
And like no other one,
It's so real it heals!
You've got me,
With your sex appeal.
And it's the real deal for me,
'Cause that's the way I feel.
And like no other one,
You've got sex appeal.
And like no other one,
It's so real it heals!
And like no other one,
It is there and real and I feel it is a steal.
And like no other one,
You've got sex appeal.
And like no other one,
You've got sex appeal.
And like no other one,
You've got sex appeal.
And like no other one,
You've got sex appeal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Work Ethic
I make what I do look easy.
So naturally,
Those who believe they know me...
Think there is no effort applied.
And insist I could get a real job,
If I tried.
And they have real jobs they despise.
And I can say,
My work ethic is real.
I am devoted to what I do.
And with me that is the appeal.
I may not have money they can respect.
Or finances to purchase what I wish for next.
But there is one thing I know no one with me can bet...
I wont be seen shopping at the mall seeking a happiness.
And I can say,
My work ethic is real.
I am devoted to what I do.
And with me that is the appeal.
So naturally,
Those who believe they know me...
Think there is no effort applied.
And insist I could get a real job,
If I tried.
And they have real jobs they despise.
And nothing that I do with this passion I have,
Can I describe or categorize!
And everyday what I do to do it until it gets done...
I feel grateful to be blessed,
With a happiness I can regard as fun!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Angels are for real
There is something inside that I feel
An inner strengthening of my will
What’s the big deal?
Let me reveal
Angels are for real
There's nothing to conceal
This secret you can steal
I say as I kneel
Angels are for real
I quietly appeal
With such zeal
Angels are for real
Luck they bring
With each wing
Love they air as they sing
Always there when you squeal
Whilst eating your last meal
Right by the steering wheel
Angels are a thrill
Angels are for real
They have the power to heal
Surreal as a dream!
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Sex Appeal
(r palmer)
Of all the girls in all the world
You got my number
Out the blue you created this obsessive desire
You steal my thunder
I cant resist your sex appeal
Youre kisses make me dizzy
The things you do you know they drive me out of my mind
I cant resist your sex appeal
You take it to the limit
Imagination running till
Its out of sight
You haunt my dreams
You make me fantasise
All of your moves, Ive got them memorised
Under your spell youve got me hypnotised
My body aches to make you satisfied
I cant resist your sex appeal
I lose my inhibitions
The way you move you make me feel
Completely wild
I cant resist your sex appeal
I knw you will deliver
You kiss my wildest dreams
Then take me out
When we make make love
Our bodies synchronise
We find the grooves and then we improvise
We lose ourselves within each others eyes
I long for you to share my appetites
I cant resist your sex appeal
Youre kisses make me dizzy
Imagination running till its out of sight
You take me right out of this world
Closer to heaven
How did you know how to capture all my secret desires
Now and forever
I cant believe
The way you tantalise
I love the way you take me by surprise
You turn me on
Its you I idolise
My body years to keep ypu satisfied
I cant resist your sex appeal
I lose my inhibitions
The way you move you make me feel
Completely wild
I cant resist your sex appeal
I know you will deliver
You kiss my wildest dreams then take me out
I cant resist your sex appeal
I cant resist your sex appeal
I cant resist your sex appeal
I cant resist your sex appeal
I cant resist your sex appeal
I cant resist your sex appeal
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Could It?
It could be true! That nothing’s real.
That all the dreams that we pursue
are just illusions which appeal?
It could be true!
That all the things I thought I knew
are delusions and are not real.
You have another point of view.
Can you believe that what you feel?
is not just an illusion too.
Or does it still seem real to you
It could be true!
(18-Jun-07/roundel)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I don't know what sex appeal is. I don't think you can have sex appeal knowingly. The people who seduce me personally are the people who seem not to know they're seductive, and not to know they have sex appeal.
quote by Omar Sharif
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Fencing
The flower in my yard
has no appeal.
The flower that has appeal,
is in his yard.
The flower in my yard
to him has appeal.
The flower in his yard
for him has no appeal.
The fencing makes all the hell
11.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Real Fiction
There are two kinds of fiction to find…
One in the world and the other in the mind.
When unpleasant things happen for real
With which the real mind is unable to deal,
It creates a world of fiction so it can survive
In order to justify that its unreal beliefs are alive.
These unreal beliefs have a real world all alone
As they deny real facts with data of their own.
Their fiction continues as world events transpire
With interpretation to support beliefs they require.
The world of fiction will collide with the world of real
As its members seek reality, it will lose its appeal.
Unless it dispenses with its delusions of the facts,
It will disappear as it's devoured by the reality it lacks.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don't need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.
quote by Audrey Hepburn
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Fay has spirituality too, but she also has that very real sex appeal that takes hold of the hearts of men.
quote by Erich von Stroheim
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Secrets Kept to Chase
How do I know you're not real?
The happiness I'm feeling,
Seems not to appeal to you.
And whatever you keep within,
It is there and not revealed.
And secrets kept to chase...
To conceal,
Will not take away my happiness.
To make that second place.
Especially when it has taken too long...
To make an appearance on my face.
And it does not fake when it shows.
That's how I know you're not real.
There is a pretense about your zest and zeal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tootin' Or a Hootin
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And pretend with everyone,
You know He's there!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And treat other folks like you don't care!
They call themselves names of faith.
Especially after church service,
Chirping and tasting sold homemade
Baked cakes.
They leave this place
With gossip on their tongues...
Trying to convince themselves,
And anyone else...
With a few scriptures known,
They are the 'chosen ones'
God has condoned!
But...
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And pretend with others,
You know He's there!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And treat other folks like you don't care!
Communities everywhere are falling apart.
People looking for police...
And others to help them stop
Their nonsense blindly rise
As they watch with eyes as this increases to the sky!
No one gives a 'tootin hoot or holla' about their lives!
All they want are hand outs!
And someone to point out to criticize!
But...
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And pretend with everyone,
You know God's there!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And treat other folks like you don't care!
These people ain't 'real...
To claim God in their hearts!
It ain't a thing they feel.
If they did...
Everything done,
Would have more appeal!
These folks ain't real...
To feel God in their hearts!
IF they did with truth faith...
They wouldn't be a 'tootin or a hootin 'bout
A crumbling world...
That's falling all a part!
These folks ain't real...
With a feeling of God in their hearts!
That's why no satisfaction ever comes,
And the weeping for them starts!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And pretend with everyone,
You know He's there!
You got to get up and get 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
Then treat other people like you don't care!
These people claim without no shame...
They know He's everywhere!
They call themselves names of faith.
Especially after church service,
Chirping and tasting sold homemade
Baked cakes.
They leave this place
With gossip on their tongues...
Trying to convince themselves,
And anyone else...
With a few scriptures known,
They are the 'chosen ones'
God has condoned!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And assume He's always there for you,
While you do what you dare!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fast Cars
Fast are cars and bikes of worth and appeal,
The sports car believes, the fuel is real.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Get Real
Oh pity us here we angels of lead
We're dead, we're sick hanging by thread
Get real
Get real
You can't stop meaningful teenage cries
From deep behind fifty year old eyes
Get real
Get real
CHORUS
I'm scared to touch
Too tense to be undone
I walk the streets
Not expecting morning sun
Against the voice of doom
Failures fall all over town
I guess I should, I feel I should
Get real
Get real
What's up?
What happened when I wasn't around?
Who did what?
What went down?
Get real
Get real
Think about myself it happens to me
It happens in the tunnel when I let myself feel
Get real
Get real
CHORUS
I feel it all through breakdowns falling all over town
I feel I should, I guess I should
Get real
Get real
Get real
Get real
The dazzle of light
The rape of life
The seed, the curse
The jazz of life
Get real
Get real
Get real
Get real
song performed by by David Bowie
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Sex Appeal
Sex appeal is linked
With the level of sex hormones,
Which is in correlation
With sexual thoughts generated
From the opposite gender
by seeing, hearing, talking,
writing, remembering and flirting.
Sex appeal slows down aging.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A child's appetite for new toys appeal to the desire for ownership and appropriation: the appeal of toys comes to lie not in their use but in their status as possessions.
quote by Christopher Lasch
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Number Debate
Once pi and i had a debate
About which is better
A square root of minus one
Or being a Greek letter.
'Be rational, ' said i to pi,
'You make things complicated-
No matter how they measure you,
You always come truncated.'
Said pi to i: 'So what, my friend,
It's really no big deal-
I'm transcendental unlike you,
And you aren't even real.'
'But if you want to be exact,
Then you come nowhere near
To finding areas of disks
Or a volume of a sphere'.
Said i to pi: 'It may be so,
But you forgot to mention
That you're a point on a line,
And I have two dimensions.'
'For if you want nth roots of one,
Therein is my appeal-
I'll find all roots of one for you-
Imaginary and real.'
'And I can add and multiply
All points in a plane,
For I'm more than decimals
By real line constrained.'
While they continued to debate,
Infinity appeared,
Saying to both pi and i:
'You both are nowhere near.'
'You both are finite, real or not,
But I'd take a bet
That none of you can match the size
Of countable sets.'
So it was settled-pi and i
Were finally set free,
For both found that they're too small
To match infinity.
March 26,2008
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Has My Delivery Come To You Too Easy?
You dropped me.
Too many times stopped me,
You did.
No matter what I tried,
With swollen weeping eyes...
Unhidden and hard to dry.
To appeal to your wants...
And,
Expressed needs.
You can not or wont,
Compromise.
You can not or wont,
Empathize.
Nor will you set aside...
Your pride to embrace reason.
But yet you do a rushing,
To quickly satisfy yourself...
With a temporary decision,
That will not last or please.
It is you that will be swept into regret.
You can not see that yet.
But you will.
This I feel.
And they are real,
These feelings for you I've kept.
You have been convinced by others,
Another they have picked...
Has your best interest.
And I am unfit.
You have been convinced by others,
To introduce between us...
Their conflicts.
And this,
For whatever your purpose meant...
You wish not to avoid or prevent.
No matter what I tried,
With swollen weeping eyes...
Unhidden and hard to dry.
To appeal to your wants...
And,
Expressed needs.
To see...
I am that package you've been awaiting.
Has my delivery come to you too easy?
And you are more familiar with conflict?
Would I have had a better chance,
If I had introduce it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's only a drawback in the States, where most people seem to have no real interest in other countries and the notion of a novel which might offer insight into life in the UK doesn't seem to appeal very widely.
quote by Jonathan Coe
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Nothing Felt
Why has the interest faded?
I'm seeking someone real.
Not anyone I need to appeal...
To appease an ego conquest!
Only to satisfy some kind of mental test.
I am ready to expose the me of who I am...
With someone who is not a 'lawyer'
Who needs to place me on a witness stand.
You can practice that crap somewhere else!
I am not the one!
From you I feel nothing felt!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lower the standard
Touch up and make up appeal raw eyes.
Exaggeration is made for dull brains.
Simplification is made for low minds.
Mass appeal means the lowered standard.
10.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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