Too Reserved and Self Absorbing
Your excess has left you unacceptible!
Your extremes of self importance,
Is too reserved and self absorbing!
I called out to you once to watch...
Your knickers and your pocket clock!
But you had not stop moaning,
About Blue Moons and ships that sailed!
And I fail to care what the hell you mean!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At Six O'clock
I heard the Ave Maria at six o'clock,
Today hear crimes on the radio at six o'clock.
I watched The Little Princess on tv at six o'clock,
Today watch explicit sex at six o’clock.
I was playing catch-up with my friends at six o'clock,
Today lonely children play atari at six o'clock.
I drank hot soup at six o’clock,
Today guys smoke crack at six o'clock.
I prayed to the guardian angel at six o'clock,
Today they kill people at six o'clock.
I studied algebra at six o'clock,
Today are planned crimes at six o'clock.
I was happy at six o'clock,
Today are all scared at six o'clock.
Parody in honor of Llorca
poem by Aschelminto Da Silva
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Looking at the clock
If you watch a clock time goes slowly,
If you don’t watch a clock time goes fast.
There is an expression,
Time flies when you’re having fun,
-ignore it, it is fake! -
Time goes fast if you don’t look at the clock or
If you watch television or a DVD,
Time goes slow if,
You keep asking what time it is or
If you keep looking at the clock.
poem by Kayleigh Butler
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Knickers
Knickers are cute
knickers are fun
they cover my do, do
and hide my big bum!
Some lacy
some saucy
some pink
and some black,
I try them all on,
then sneak them all back!
My wife doesn't know
that I try on her drawers
I hope you don't tell!
I won't do it no more!
poem by Ruth Walters
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Alone
He put the gum in his right
lower pocket, where it belonged;
The Certs in this heat melted, staining his right
upper pocket, a crying shame.
The green stone went in his left
upper pocket along with the key to nothing;
the robin's egg nestled in his left
lower pocket but never hatched.
He crisscrossed the flats between
the two rocky spires and, every day,
wished he had a compass
or to find anything that could control
his life's motion.
But he never found that thing,
except for thre head-bones of a cow,
and he could not contrive a place
for them, so he buried them and mourned:
Later on he died alone.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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The Table
This table is reserved an invitation for two,
only one sits alone and the other chair is bare.
He waits and waits as the hours creep through.
Stares at the empty space and wonders where are you.
He looks at his watch as another hour ticks by,
looks at the door to see who is coming through.
He feels eyes staring, probably wondering whom
he is waiting for as the minutes turn to hours.
The empty chair remains bare
as outside the sun sets as night begins to call.
This table is reserved for two, but where are you?
He thinks of all the reasons why you could be late
for this most important date.
He has rehearsed his lines of what he purposed to say.
The box with the ring within his pocket stays.
Where are you he wonders, do you love him anymore?
The negative thoughts invaded his mind
as he waits looking at the door, just waiting for you.
Finally the waiter comes along and tells him they are about to close.
He gives one last look at the door, then gets up and goes.
The reserved table for two stands empty and bare.
Those who should have sat there are gone never to return,
and as the light go out the table stands alone and forlorn.
24 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Moderation
WHY DO I DO IT? WHY CAN’T I QUIT?
CONSCIENCE AND REASON DON’T SEEM TO FIT.
WHETHER FOOD, MONEY OR EVEN WORSE,
EXCESS IS MY FORTUNE, MY FATE, MY CURSE.
I JUST NEED TO SAY “NO” WITH MY WILL.
TAKE CONTROL OF MYSELF; THEN FULFILL
MY DUTY WHENEVER TEMPTATION PRESENTS.
AVOID THE EXTREMES; DO WHAT MAKE SENSE.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Great Mission
The jungle near manaus
The amazonas full of piranhas
The birds of paradise
Disappear into the green desert
For years and years
We are hungry and desperate
For the only thing worth living
The excess
We end our great mission
Exhausted and sad
And there is no hope left
When suddenly
In a cloud of golden smog
The father of excess
Jumps out of the water of
The amazonas full of piranhas
And screams to the lost souls
What are you doing at the amazonas
Leave manaus full of piranhas [burp!]
You will not find excess in the jungle
And then
He opened the green curtain
Made of fleshy leaves and said
I show you the excess of the
Asphalt a montmartre
The excess of the belly-dance
In abu dhabi
And the excess of the everlasting night in manhattan [burp!]
Are you ready for the sensation del tango a rosario?
Leave him, the gorilla
Leave the jungle of the amazonas
Leave manaus full of piranhas
And follow father excess...
song performed by by Yello
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Great Mission
The jungle near manaus
The amazonas full of piranhas
The birds of paradise
Disappear into the green desert
For years and years
We are hungry and desperate
For the only thing worth living
The excess
We end our great mission
Exhausted and sad
And there is no hope left
When suddenly
In a cloud of golden smog
The father of excess
Jumps out of the water of
The amazonas full of piranhas
And screams to the lost souls
What are you doing at the amazonas
Leave manaus full of piranhas [burp!]
You will not find excess in the jungle
And then
He opened the green curtain
Made of fleshy leaves and said
I show you the excess of the
Asphalt a montmartre
The excess of the belly-dance
In abu dhabi
And the excess of the everlasting night in manhattan [burp!]
Are you ready for the sensation del tango a rosario?
Leave him, the gorilla
Leave the jungle of the amazonas
Leave manaus full of piranhas
And follow father excess...
song performed by by Yello
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Were Your Knickers In a Twist
Did you purposely,
Block my access?
So I can stay away,
From my assets?
If this is the way it's gonna be...
You get not one more kiss from me.
Did I do something,
That would get you upset?
I don't know what I did,
To start up your mess.
You know I'm free of dialogue!
Were your knickers in a twist,
And this pissed you off?
I don't know what I did,
To start up your mess.
Did I do something,
That would get you upset?
You know I'm free of dialogue!
Were your knickers in a twist,
And this pissed you off?
Did you purposely,
Block my access?
So I can stay away,
From my assets?
If this is the way it's gonna be...
You get not one more kiss from me.
Did I do something,
That would get you upset?
I don't know what I did,
To start up your mess.
You know I'm free of dialogue!
Were your knickers in a twist,
And this pissed you off?
I don't know what I did,
To start up your mess.
Did I do something,
That would get you upset?
You know I'm free of dialogue!
Were your knickers in a twist,
And this pissed you off?
Were your knickers in a twist
Were your knickers in a twist
Were your knickers in a twist
And this pissed you off?
pissed you off
pissed you off
And this pissed you off?
Were your knickers in a twist,
And this pissed you off?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Lonely Room
Tiptoe around the room.
What is it that is found?
Silence, except for the clock that's ticking
nothing else is around.
An empty room with nothing in it,
only the clock that ticks the minute
in this lonely room.
Why was the clock left behind
with not a soul to tell the time?
It was on the mantelpiece
with nobody to hear it chime.
Was it left as a reminder?
I think it would have been kinder
to remove it from the room.
Left alone, it had no purpose.
Who could hear it now?
Ghosts from the past that once lived here
that have taken a vow
to listen to the clock's every minute
in the room with nothing in it
but the ghosts and the time.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Time2
Time is running
Running through my mind
It continuously runs
Even when i waste time
'Time is
A valuable thing
Watch it fly by
Like a pendelum swing'
'Watched it watch me
And the words that i say
But the time of the clock
Echoes in my veins.'
The clock keeps tickin
No matter what you do
You could be action idiotic
But you're wasting time too
'i know that i didnt
Look down below
As i watched the time go
Right out the window'
You can waste your life
If you dont value your time
pay atention to this poem
And just Think of this Ryme.
'i tried to hold on
tried not to watch
As i wasted it all
On the hands of a clock'
Time is Life
poem by Anthony Zeigler
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Outrageous
I went to church without knickers,
I said my hello's to the Vicker,
the service, it could have been worse
and I didn't care much for the weather.
I wanted to be so outrageous
and wanted to be so risqué,
however it would have been better
had I'd told everybody that day.
If I'd told all those prudish old men
that my knickers were home in the bin
that my bottom was bare
oh how they'd have glared
and my funny bone tickled again.
poem by Ruth Walters
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American Idle
An excuse
Getting through
Kick around your leeway
An idea
Overdue
Work-shy with hunger pains
Wear out your dunce's cap
Wear out your pocket flaps
But don't wear out your mind
Because you can't have mine
American Idle
Overfill your seidel
'Cause excess is romance
And everyone's convinced
Channel-surfing
Devil's food
Kick around your leeway
Snake oil rigged
Fate is sealed
Work-shy with stomach pains
Wear out your dunce's cap
Wear out your pocket flaps
But don't wear out your mind
Because you can't have mine
American Idle
Overfill your seidel
'Cause excess is romance
And everyone's convinced
poem by Michael Fischer
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The Clock Keeps Ticking
I want alone to be
I want to drown in lonely sea
But the clock keeps ticking
I want to stop
I want to forever halt
But the clock keeps beating
I want to run
I want far away from land
But the clock keeps pursuing
I want to hide
I no more want to think of fight
But the clock keeps shouting
I want to rest
I want in dream hibernate
But the clock keeps breaking
I want to sing
I want to strengthen the spring
But the clock keeps shaking
I want to only follow
I no longer want to know
But the clock keeps pumping
I want to hurt
I don’t care if I should hate
But the clock keeps moving
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Another is, if you take money out of your left pocket and put it in your right pocket, you're no richer.
quote by Merton Miller
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Justaminute
9: 48
I watch the
Clock. Green
Numbers flashing
Past; my ageing
Eyes barely; if
Even, remaining
Alongside as the
Minutes roll on to
Hours roll on to
Months, years, decades,
Centuries. Already my
Life is eroded
By time's
Repeating, unrelenting
Fusillade.
I watch the
Clock.
9: 49
poem by Mark Challenger
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In Between
I am love, I am hate
I'm an atheist with faith
Went my anger with a smile
I'm polite or obscene
Either whisper or I scream
I'm not quite what I seem
I'm somewhere in between
I am young in my old age
I am calm or in a rage
I'm your friend or enemy
A pacifist or at war
I am rich but I am poor
I'm all extremes
I'm nowhere in between
Wide awake
Or in a dream
Nowhere in between
Like the pulse of a machine
I'm driven to extremes
I feel the turmoil boil in me
I'm neither healthy nor diseased
I am all extremes
But I'm still in between
Say right or say wrong
Outcast yet I belong
I'm high or I'm dry
Say I am weak yet I am strong
In Between
In Between
I am my alter ego
I am subconsciously
In depth but also shallow
Or somewhere in between
Oh I know I am
Always first in line or last
I swim with sharks or drown with rats
I'll defend as I attack
My world and yours are not the same
I am in a different lane
I am not where I seem
But I'm somewhere in between
I seek revenge
As I forgive
I die to live - ah
Not afraid but scared to death
I don't fit in
In Between - all extremes
song performed by by Judas Priest
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If you can impress any man with an absorbing conviction of the supreme importance of some moral or religious doctrine if you can make him believe that those who reject that doctrine are doomed to eternal perdition if you then give that man power, and by means of his ignorance blind him to the ulterior consequences of his own act,-he will infallibly persecute those who deny his doctrine.
quote by Henry Thomas Buckle
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A Case Of Edible Underwear (Adult)
This comes with a Public Health Warning
as not suitable for children under the age of twenty 0ne.
“My dear Holmes this case is very puzzling as the young lady in question is not dead.”
“Just a simple case of edible knickers my dear Watson.”
“But how do you know that Holmes? ”
“Elementary dear Watson, elementary. As you can see by the teeth marks on her bum.”
“By Jove! Your right Holmes, I didn’t see that! ”
“And my dear Watson there is also you will notice the chew marks on what is left of the knickers.”
“Who would do some fiendish thing like that? ”
“A rampant lover who loved the chocolate flavour. Do you see dear Watson he has only left the skid marks. We are after someone who loves his chocolate.”
“I see Holmes, but the question remains who is he? ”
“This is where the games a foot dear Watson. The Butler is responsible.”
“The Butler, Holmes. How did you deduce that? ”
“Elementary dear Watson, elementary. He was the only one of the suspects who had chocolate on his chin.”
2 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Like Shattered Glass
My heart has been broken
Like shattered glass
That lay scattered on the floor
And had to be swept up
so that not one single particle
Be left visible
To the naked eyes
Or touches the smooth skin,
Like a dagger in any given day
Before feet could cross
The threshold of this door! ...
Hey you! Watch your steps!
Splinters still remain
Painful and undetected-
watch your step!
Deep cuts left unprotected
Due to carelessness of my own...
Now, feeling badly hurt,
Being sharply touched,
I must take precautions
Before I surrender true feelings,
I must also scrutinize everyone
Before I totally give in
Avoiding to fall apart again, .
Rejecting a life
Of distrust and pain...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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