Texture
It is not important,
What it does.
How it does it.
Or if it is viable,
To those who deem it as a need.
If it feels good.
And the texture of it is right...
It will be made to be in demand.
Felt and caressed between one's hands...
Before the stock market is closed!
With the booting of buns.
Whether they are tightly held or not!
'You mean 'bonds'? '
Buns, bonds, balls...
Whatever.
This is about texture!
The feel and the description of it!
Not what they are called.
But how they feel!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drop Your Buns Aunt Betty
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And that package on your back.
We ate your baked cookies,
And they went rather fast.
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
We know they are delicious
Since they're made with cinnamon.
We're not a bit suspicious
Of the love that's in them.
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And grab a little snack and relax.
You owe us that!
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And that package on your back.
We ate your baked cookies,
And they went rather fast.
Drop your buns Aunt Betty.
Would you like a bowl of soup,
To boot that mood that has you pooped.
From all that mixing in the kitchen fixing food that you do.
There's some noodles with onions and peppers in it too!
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And that package on your back...
And relax.
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
We know they are delicious
Since they're made with cinnamon.
We're not a bit suspicious
Of the love that's in them.
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And grab a little snack and relax.
You owe us that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At the Zoo
There are lions and roaring tigers,
and enormous camels and things,
There are biffalo-buffalo-bisons,
and a great big bear with wings.
There's a sort of a tiny potamus,
and a tiny nosserus too -
But I gave buns to the elephant
when I went down to the Zoo!
There are badgers and bidgers and bodgers,
and a Super-in-tendent's House,
There are masses of goats, and a Polar,
and different kinds of mouse,
And I think there's a sort of a something
which is called a wallaboo -
But I gave buns to the elephant
when I went down to the Zoo!
If you try to talk to the bison,
he never quite understands;
You can't shake hands with a mingo -
he doesn't like shaking hands.
And lions and roaring tigers
hate saying, "How do you do?" -
But I give buns to the elephant
when I go down to the Zoo!
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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From The Bigraphy Of An Unknown Woman: Xxxviii
she stood on a sinking heap of ash
she picked up a little and placed it
in the cup of her palm...
between the index finger and the thumb
she felt its texture-soft and flowing
the ash she held
didn't show an emotion
didn't reflect a tear
didn't show a face
either loved or hated
the texture felt alike
wherever she touched the ash...
12sep2010
09.55hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Get Your Biscuits In The Oven And Your Buns In The Bed
(Kinky Friedman)
You uppity women I don't understand
Why you gotta go and try to act like a man,
But before you make your weekly visit to the shrink
You'd better occupy the kitchen, liberate the sink.
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
That's what I to my baby said,
Women's liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
Early every morning you're out on the street
Passing out pamphlets to everyone you meet.
You gave up your Maiden Form for Lent
And now the front of your dress has an air scoop vent.
Every single brakeman that's ever come along
Had a little woman always tellin' him that he's wrong.
Eve said to Adam, ?Here's an apple you horse?
And Delilah defoliated Samson's moss.
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
That's what I to my baby said,
Women's liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
Mean-hearted harpies are breaking all the laws
Tearing up their girdles and a-burning up their bras,
Now the air is dirty and the sex is clean
And your coffee makes my hair turn green.
So damn emancipated in your mind and your body,
Gonna have to cancel all your lessons in karate.
If you can't love a male chauvinist
You'd better cross me off your shopping list.
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
That's what I to my baby said,
Women's liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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I have never for a minute felt in was my stock picking abilities. I feel that my stock picking abilities aided- I was able to pick out which are the good stocks in the good market, but I have been blessed with a great market.
quote by Jim Cramer
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Get Your Biscuits In The Oven & Your Buns In The Bed
(kinky friedman)
You uppity women I dont understand
Why you gotta go and try to act like a man,
But before you make your weekly visit to the shrink
Youd better occupy the kitchen, liberate the sink.
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
Thats what I to my baby said,
Womens liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
Early every morning youre out on the street
Passing out pamphlets to everyone you meet.
You gave up your maiden form for lent
And now the front of your dress has an air scoop vent.
Every single brakeman thats ever come along
Had a little woman always tellin him that hes wrong.
Eve said to adam, heres an apple you horse
And delilah defoliated samsons moss.
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
Thats what I to my baby said,
Womens liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
Mean-hearted harpies are breaking all the laws
Tearing up their girdles and a-burning up their bras,
Now the air is dirty and the sex is clean
And your coffee makes my hair turn green.
So damn emancipated in your mind and your body,
Gonna have to cancel all your lessons in karate.
If you cant love a male chauvinist
Youd better cross me off your shopping list.
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
Thats what I to my baby said,
Womens liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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That's a Bit Too Kinky
Your cookies sought,
Does not release the thought of nookie!
The moment I feel the sweetened heat,
Of your oven...
There is a temptation,
To have my hands on your buns as well.
Just the smell of it quickens my rise!
Are you surprised,
I am stripped and appear butt naked?
I have been practicing that all day!
What are you getting ready to do...
With that spatula,
You hold in your mittened hands!
That's a bit too kinky for me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bonds
Bonds are something we live with.
They tie people together
whether it be in love or friendship.
They are invisible strands of blessings,
which sometimes are very hard to break.
They hold two hearts together
through the turmoil
life can throw our way.
Sometimes the bonds are taunt,
other times they slackened a little bit,
but the bonds are there to remind us
we always need someone in our lives.
8 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Never Felt So Alive
Written by ricki & kim wilde
Why do I seem to confuse you
Do I lose you
Do I really look so strange
A woman alone is a danger
Is a stranger
She is better off in chains
Oh, how can it be youre happier now
Dont you feel half of you has gone
Sorry to say Ive never felt so together
Ive never felt this strong
Im on my own again
And its never felt so good
(Im on my own)
I dont feel broken hearted
Dont feel that I should
Im on my own again
Hard to believe but I never felt so alive
Why do you want to control me
Try to own me
Like a pet youd like to tame
Dont look at me like Im crazy
Thats just lazy
Cause its you thats got to change
Oh, how can it be youre happier now
Isnt it lonely on your own
Sorry to say my loneliest days have gone
And Ive never felt so at home
Im on my own again
And its never felt so good
(Im on my own)
I dont feel broken hearted
Dont feel that I should
Im on my own again
Hard to believe but I never felt so alive
Im on my own again
After all the years inside
(Im on my own)
Ive destroyed all the things that hurt me
Rediscovered my pride
Im on my own again
Hard to believe but I never felt so alive
Feels so alive
I feel so alive
Im on my own again
And its never felt so good
(Im on my own)
I dont feel broken hearted
Dont feel that I should
Im on my own again
Hard to believe but I never felt so alive
Feels so alive
(Im on my own)
I dont feel broken hearted
Dont feel that I should
Im on my own again
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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How Did You Get Past The Guards
Whatever you deem,
At the time...
Is important,
To you.
Let whatever it is at that time,
Be important.
That's the same way I feel about my time,
You take for granted...
Whenever you feel okay,
To dropp by unexpectedly...
To make your time,
The time I am not feeling.
Whatever you deem,
At the time...
Is important,
To you.
Let whatever it is at that time,
Be important.
But do not think for one moment,
My time...
Is not important to me.
And not a second of it do I plan to share!
Or...
Will be convinced that I should.
You are on the East side of this rainbow.
How did you get past the guards?
I keep telling them,
No visitors.
You...
Must have been annoying them for too long!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two Hearts Fused As One
When reality becomes stranger than fiction
two hearts marinate in the joy
of bonds formed unbreakable
under any tempest storm.
No dark clouds of threatening thunder
can break the chains that bind
two hearts fused as one.
No forward path are ever easy
obstacles always have to be overcome.
Joys may elate everything
with no remorse for what has gone.
The bonds once formed can
withhold the strains of pain
and the tears that fall like rain.
There are no weak links where fragility may snap
under pressures yet unseen.
Two hearts fused as one
can feel not subterfuge
of outside influences to grasp hold.
They remain tightly knitted
through the years that turn young to old.
30 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Feels So Good
Feels good
Im stranded on a spaceship hideaway
And something makes me think Im here to stay
Im so happy where I am
Feels good
Ive journeyed to the other atmospheres
And every breath I take just makes it clear
Im holding heaven in my hands
Its automatic baby and it feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
These extra-sensory sensations
Are causing me some complications
Electrostatic information
Feels good
Im playing with a pleasure trafficker
Arriving soon intergalactica
Im holding heaven in my hands
Its automatic baby and it feels good
Feels good
Feels good
Feels good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
Feels so good
Feels so good
Feels so good
Feels good
Feels so good
Feels so good
Feels so good
Feels good
Im stranded on a spaceship hideaway
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
Feels good
And it feels so good
song performed by by Jamiroquai
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Chains
Who chained the humans Sir?
With bracelets, anklets and tassels
Made of gold, gold and all gold
Studded with precious jewels
Who chained the humans Sir?
With love, desires and lust
Bonds, bonds and all kinds of bonds
Of blood, flesh and hearts
Who chained the humans Sir?
With lands, kingdoms and scepters
Wants, wants, everlasting wants
Of greed, anger and power
Who can break the chains Sir?
You, the man, man and man!
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Buns
She loves my buns
So round and firm
Made to be lashed,
Kneaded and licked
She likes to stroke
And pry them apart
To disclose the hole
And shove it up
To rape me fast
I am so intact
That she feels disgust
And blinding lust
poem by Aram Stefanian
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Personalizing Tactics
Feel the texture from this pattern,
I have created?
It is distinct and mine.
And it took years for me to find it.
To develop and unwhine.
And for someone to believe,
This is easy to thieve from me?
Not only are they blind!
They are also brave.
Since I do not play a tit for a tat.
In fact...
About that,
I do not play at all.
I am the kind that takes matters in my own hands.
And apply what I feel will satisfy me by the action!
I call that...
Personalizing tactics with a customizing flair.
And unconcerned I am about someone's reaction!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The pastel drawing of our Cafe de Capricornus!
Capricorn; A southern zodiacal constellation between Sagaittarius and Aquarius.The tenth sign of the zodiac, into which the sun enters at the winter solstice, about December 22.
Darling! We're Capricorns
And the Horoscope says;
This week is better to start a business enterprise
And that develops further on!
So I am drawing our cafe beside the busiest freeway.
Definitely that would be a stopover!
'What are you going to sell there? '
'Bitter coffee of the tasty life with a sentimental poem
And a singsong with my four stringed ukulele.'
'How about spicy buns? '
' That's good we could have supply them heavy sexy spicy buns.'
'When this pastel drawing hangs on the dreamy cafe wall? '
She said with her menopausal sad smile
And it's a gloomy rainy day!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The bonds of matrimony are like any other bonds - they mature slowly.
quote by Peter De Vries
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Feel It
I look at you and go mad
With thoughts of things that i'd do
If one chance i had to show you
What this man really wants to do
When i'm through, you would say
It's been done never that way
And i know you can learn something new every day
And it feels so good
If you don't think too much
Don't even try to be serious
Just let my hands take control
And give me all of your soul
You know i tried
To run away but i can't hide
From the moment that's suspended deep inside
When you were mine
Now i need to feel it
One more time
Won't you try to feel it
Let me try to feel it
Feels so good when you lean into me
In the dark i can see
I can feel in my mind what is reality
Why can't you see
Things like this are meant to be
Yet somehow once again
You have thrown me aside
But always this feeling survives
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Into how many parts would you divide the child after Divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many insane parts would you divide your new-born child’s eternal happiness; after your treacherously vindictive divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many heartless parts would you divide your new-born child’s invincible freedom; after your venomously unbearable divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many ribald parts would you divide your new-born child’s unsurpassable creativity; after your lethally unceremonious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many salacious parts would you divide your new-born child’s majestic destiny; after your lecherously ignominious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many emotionless parts would you divide your new-born child’s triumphant spirit; after your contemptuously debasing divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many terrorizing parts would you divide your new-born child’s unbridled fantasies; after your abhorrently cadaverous divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many excruciating parts would you divide your new-born child’s humanitarian blood; after your cold-bloodedly cannibalistic divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many tyrannized parts would you divide your new-born child’s unconquerable artistry; after your violently besmirching divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many reproachful parts would you divide your new-born child’s redolent playfulness; after your despicably devastating divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many sacrilegious parts would you divide your new-born child’s impregnable mischief; after your sadistically bemoaning divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many wanton parts would you divide your new-born child’s impeccable integrity; after your hedonistically carnivorous divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many ghoulish parts would you divide your new-born child’s limitless fertility; after your mindlessly malicious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many diabolical parts would you divide your new- born child’s infallible innocence; after your unforgivably truculent divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many vengeful parts would you divide your new-born child’s uninhibited cries; after your preposterously bigoted divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many criminal parts would you divide your new-born child’s princely silkenness; after your tempestuously confounding divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many satanic parts would you divide your new-born child’s tiny brain; after your barbarously ungainly divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many sadistic parts would you divide your new-born child’s unlimited curiosity; after your egregiously dastardly divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many carnivorous parts would you divide your new-born child’s parental longing; after your inanely decrepit divorce?
And you might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but tell me; into how many goddamned parts would you divide your new-born child’s immortal love; after your devilishly vituperative divorce?
©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Somebody Knows
Out of my head and delighted, somebody knows how I feel
If you ask me to play it, you wont have to say it twice
cause Im goin to the head of the line, Im takin my life away
Im so glad you made it, and now that youre ready
Ill begin to tell you what you want, but I know
(I feel, I feel) somebody knows, (I feel, I feel) somebody knows
(I feel, I feel) somebody knows, (I feel, I feel)
Somebody knows what you want and what youre tryin to do
cause the same thing can happen to you
A little smoke, a little drink, can make somebody start to think
That he knows
(I feel, I feel) somebody knows (I feel, I feel)
Somebody knows what you want, when you want it
(somebody knows) when youre doin it right
Somebody sees with their feelings, and feels what theyre being tonight
And were doin it together, I know
(I feel, I feel) somebody knows, (I feel, I feel) somebody knows
(I feel, I feel) somebody knows, (I feel, I feel) God I know
(I feel, I feel) somebody knows, (I feel) I feel somebody knows
(I feel, I feel) somebody knows, (I feel, I feel)
Got what you want on the run now, keep it on in sight
Make me crazy, and you wont need me to tell you that youre doin it right
cause I know
(I feel, I feel) somebody knows, (I feel) I feel somebody knows
(I feel, I feel) somebody knows (I feel, I feel)
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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