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A Sad Smile

I look upon my Nanna's shallow form,
Her sunken eyes show an unending storm.
Tubes stuck in her arms, neck and belly,
She strains her eyes to watch the telly.
To breathe for her is a machine,
I know to see me she is keen.
Ulcers in her stomach lining,
Bleeding skin covered in binding.
She's had fifteen heart attacks in a week,
It's no wonder she cannot even speak.
I put on a plastic gown,
And go to her, not wanting to frown.
She smiles at me; trying not to cry,
I beam back, hoping she won't die.

poem by Lenore Lee
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Woman Machine

She'll do your work in half the time
Never sick and can't go blind
Oh, woman machine
Brains of tape that fill her head
She knows more now than all the dead
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Heart of steel and skin that's cold
Can't wear her out, she can't grow old
Oh, woman machine
She goes to bed when her work is through
She'll do it all, just change the tubes
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine-ine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman
She can't talk back
With no playback
But she'll listen
To all your woe
Trade your old one
For a new one
They just don't make 'em like they used to
No!
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
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song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Potato

My love is a potato

Crude with piggy black eyes

Slit in the side and soiled by sod

My love is the rough handled skin

That follows the relentless storm

The tempestous waves

That raged and rent its first soft form

My love is a potato

The first and almost last known outcast

In a jungle school

His head was wedged like a spud

Mounted on a sinew of neck and bristle

His face sunken into flesh

His eyes two dark slits of piggy black lust

That lit up like a fool

I left him standing at the gate, after school!

My love is a potato after the mash and the kill

And the spill of the innocent milk of the martyr

The final slab of the butter

My love is a potato

Not quite a heart

Battered down

And worn

But after the storm

A sweetness and softening

And love is born!

yvette smith march 09

poem by Yvette Smith
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Open Arms

Lying beside you here in the dark
Feeling your heart beat with mine
Softly you whisper
You're so sincere
How could our love be so blind

We sailed on together
We drifted apart
And here you are by my side

So now I come to you with open arms
Nothing to hide
Believe what I say
So here I am with open arms
Hoping you'll see what your love means to me
Open arms

Living without you
Living alone
This empty house seems so cold
Wanting to hold you
Wanting you near
How much I wanted you home

But now that you've come back
Turned night into day
I need you to stay

So now I come to you with open arms
Nothing to hide
Believe what I say
So here I am with open arms
Hoping you'll see what your love means to me
Open arms
Arms
Arms

song performed by by Mariah Carey from Daydream
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My old dog Keith

I once had a dog called Keith
who had one eye and no teeth
so he had a bark and no bite
in fact he looked a bit of a sight.
Keith loved to lie on his belly
especially when watching the telly
because he didn't have any teeth
he couldn't chew meat like beef.
So when he was watching his telly
he'd get stuck into bowls of jelly
at night we couldn't go to the park
as Keith was afraid of the dark.
Keith was a very strange dog
he was afraid of even a frog
when one jumped on his back
old Keith nearly had a heart attack.
He was scared of birds and cats
and flies, and wasps, and gnats,
he was petrified of a mouse
he ran and hid all over the house..
Looking back I think he was insane
because everything scared him even rain
but I really loved old Keith
with his single eye and no teeth.
He may not have been very brave
but I'm grateful for the loyalty he gave
he'll be brave now in doggy paradise
as they'd be no frogs or mice.
In canine heaven he'll have two eyes and teeth
he'll be top dog now will my old Keith!

poem by Kevin Halls
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This Week The Trend

And this week the trend
Was to not wake up till 3pm
I picked the few conscious hours that I chose to spend
And slept away the rest of them
And this week the trend
Was to crash and burn and then return again
To practice the life that I pretend
Provides enough to get me though the weekend
So I say
Give me a solution
And watch me run with it
And then you gave
You gave me a solution
What have I done with it
Cause I was absolutely sure I had it all figured out
Way back then
And now it's this minute, this hour, this day
And this week the trend
Was to backstab every single one of my friends
And leave a voicemail message trying to make amends
All the while hoping things work out in the end
And thie week the trend
Was to borrow all the strength that you could lend
To keep my head above the water and not descend
Back to where I said I'd never go again
So I say
Give me a solution
And watch me run with it
And then you gave
You gave me a solution
What have I done with it
Cause I was absolutely sure I had it all figured out
Way back then
But after this day it's this week all over again
And I just want to get mugged at knifepoint
To get cut enough to wake me up
Cause I know that I
Don't want to die
Sitting around watching my life go by
And what we take from this is what we'll get
And we haven't quite figured it out just yet
Because all of us are all too stuck
Strapped to a chair watching our lives blow up
Stuck watching our lives blow up

song performed by by Relient K
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Just Him

His pale skin sends me the chills,
His coal black hair gives me the thrills.
His blue eyes get my attention,
His big hands help my direction.
His soflt smiles help with my fears,
His light frown sends me to tears.
His arms as thet rape around me, will never keep us apart,
His bright face will be in my heart.
His funny laugh will keep us all jumping,
Just him, will kepp my heart pumping.

poem by Emily Delorme
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Skin A Rabbit

Uncle showed you
the way to skin a rabbit.
The dead furred creature
swung from his hand.

You remember the knife
slitting open
the soft belly
and the innards
dragged out
and cut
until all was cleared
out and ready.

Then he broke
the back ankles
and pulled off the skin,
like one undressing
a small woman
from her coat of fur,
until the naked body
remained
and the fur covered
the head.

You watched
with your stomach moving
as he chopped off
the head
and with the fur covered over,
tossed it in a bag
to be disposed of later.

There’s dinner,
Uncle said,
one naked rabbit,
small and cold
and dead.

poem by Terry Collett
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Response

When Phyllis sighs and from her eyes
The light dies out; my soul replies
With misery of deep-drawn breath,
E'en as it were at war with death.

When Phyllis smiles, her glance beguiles
My heart through love-lit woodland aisles,
And through the silence high and clear,
A wooing warbler's song I hear.

But if she frown, despair comes down,
I put me on my sack-cloth gown;
So frown not, Phyllis, lest I die,
But look on me with smile or sigh.

poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Look At The State Of You!

Jumpers down for goalposts
using a plastic ball
playing out in all weather
only stopping at nightfall.
No replica kits on display
No gloves on our hands
No rings or earrings
No girlie Alice Bands.
Covered from head to toe in mud
getting dark score fifteen all
cuts and bruises no shin pads
playing on with punctured ball.
I nod home the winning goal
and we'll all be back next day
'look at the state of you ' shouts Mum
Dad smiles, that'show he used to play.
Back then there wasn't much health and safety
And we weren't ruled by a nanny state
we just had lots of fun playing soccer
which to us football mad lads was great!

poem by Kevin Halls
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Machine Gun Kelly

Ill tell you bout machine gun kelly
He rode along the outlaw trail
Machine gun kelly was a simple man
But the woman was as hard as hell
(chorus)
Watch out machine gun
Dont let her run you round
Dont let a woman put you six feet in the ground
Machine gun
Ill tell you bout katherine kelly
Tired of being such small time
Figured theyd kidnap a rich mans son
And make it in the world of crime
- chorus -
Youd better watch out machine gun kelly
Careful of what you do now
If you keep listening to your old lady
Aint no telling whatll happen to you now
Machine gun
The government boys they came for machine gun
And took the poor boy away
They stuck him in a hole in leavenworth prison
Where he lived until his dying day
Watch out machine gun
Dont let her put you down
Dont let a woman make you out to be a clown
Machine gun
Watch out machine gun

song performed by by James Taylor
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What is it all about

We try to talk about many things
Petty and not so vulgar
We try to overwhelm ourselves
With so much words as I choose
What to put to make you marvel
And you pretend you marvel
That I make sense, but in truth
That is not the point of this meeting
Of two souls, it is the meeting of bodies
Of two bodies, needing each other’s warmth
And wrath, as I tell you about something
Interesting, you know that I am just
Pretending, my eyes are looking at every
Corner of your skin, the tip of your fingers
Wanting to touch me, too,
The softness of your body, the lines in
Your curvatures, swaying towards
My lips, I stop, I kneel before your
Gentleness, as you close your eyes
As you hold my hair, as you caress
My neck, my arms, my chest and you
Have sympathies for my gentleness
My humiliation, you ask me with the
Signal of your hands, and eyes, and
Lips that I rise up

To kiss you, it is all about it, and
We have no chance saying words
Again, we breathe each other’s longings
We fill our mutual emptiness, like we
Are all cups now filled with air.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Note of Sorrow

I give up,
I'm sick of this shit.
Wandering lost,
Spending life in the pits.

Consider this a premonition,
A forewarning of sorts.
This is my resignation,
I'm sick of the hurt.

Sick of running,
Sick of trying to hide.
Sick of the assholes,
And the demons inside.
Sick of the fights,
Why do I try?
Sick of the sorrow,
I wish I could fly.

I'm so sick of love,
Hell it never lasts.
So sick of crying,
Wish i could forget my past.
Sick of the future,
It always goes wrong.
Sick of the anger,
I sing a sad song.

Why do I try?
When I always lose.
Why do I bother?
I don't want to choose.
Why do I fight?
I can hardly stand.
Why do I show?
I've got no fans.

Every time I love,
I seem to lose.
Every time I hate,
I receive a new bruise.
Every time I try to walk,
I'm forced to crawl.
Every time I smile,
I tend to fall.

I'm dead inside,
Just an empty shell.
Burn me alive,
I'm already in hell.
Don't cry for me,
There isn't a reason.
You'll forget about me,
At the turn of the season.

I watch this blade,
Slice across my skin.
I feel no pain,
Though I'm bleeding within.
The end is near,
I feel it coming,
I'm on the path,
And I'm running.

I watch my life,
Pass before my eyes,
I'll be gone,
By sunrise.
I've waited so long,
For this day to come.
I've fought it so long,
I can no longer run.

I've lost my mind,
Hell I've lost it all.
I'm done shedding tears,
You can watch me fall.
Now I'm bleeding,
My wounds are deep.
Soon I'll be sleeping,
Sleeping so deep.

I recall my scars,
Some shallow some steep.
Each with a memory,
Too many to keep.
I cover my heart,
Too broken to heal.
So much for love,
Too much to deal.

The light is fading,
Down into black.
Cut to the bone,
Its like theres a blade in my back.

So here it is,
This is my last breathe.
Looks like once again,
I've failed the test.
I'm passing away,
To where I don't know.
I'm passing away,
I'm so ready to go.

poem by Cody Osterberg
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Skin Storm

Delight
See our faces are both shining
And Ive never felt so wanted
Than when you cling with arms and legs
I tremble
You crush my burning lips like ashes
With so much skin to travel over
While my head spins (and you knew it would)
And oh, what a storm !
And oh, what a storm !
We shelter in our skin storm
I feel
Feel your breath burn on my body
You touch my senses, tingling brightly
Slip-and-sliding into heaven
Love could be a wonderful emotion
With such a rush of pleasure motion
When Im dancing on our skin
And oh, what a storm !
And oh, what a storm !
We shelter in our skin storm
And oh, what a storm !
And oh, what a storm !
We shelter in our skin storm

song performed by by Morrissey
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Relax

Relaxation is a technique
By which you feel it fantastic.
Breathe in and out and hold it in between,
Each five seconds, eyes half closed,
Mind traveling along the air.
Contraction of muscles
Part by part makes you nestle.
Contract while you inhale
And let it go while you exhale.
Do it five times apiece
On fingers and toes,
Buttocks and belly,
Neck front and back,
And eyes and forehead.
Fall motionless flat for a while.
07.04.2004

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Wanting Out

I turned around
and there you were
standing in front of me
i can't ignore
the fact that you were back for more
It's kind of funny when you think about it
It's kind of hard to agree to disagree
now we're back to the start
no buts, no buts
but you want me back
so take me away
'cause I don't wanna be found
I should learn to speak up
When enough is enough
and I'm wanting out
and I'm wanting out
I saw you smiling in that photograph
and I remember how we used to laugh
but that was then
forgive and forget
that was easiest
so take me away
'cause I don't wanna be found
I should learn to speak up
When enough is enough
and I'm wanting out
and I'm wanting out------
ohhh
dadadadada dadada ohhh
And I don't know if I can get through this
and I never knew that before
you make up your mind
and suddenly find you're wanting more
so take me away
'cause I don't wanna be found
I should learn to speak up
When enough is enough
ohh
and I'm wanting out
and I'm wanting out
so take me away
'cause I don't wanna be found
I should learn to speak up
When enough is enough
ohh
and I'm wanting out
ohh
and I'm wanting out
and I'm wanting out
and I'm wanting out
and I'm wanting out

song performed by by Michelle Branch
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The ring and finger

the finger seems a little relieved
the pudgy finger can now breathe at ease
it was bound by an unending ring
decayed was the skin beneath.

years have left a paler skin
where the ring held its unending agony
while the fingers have grown
dark, ugly and chubby.

it had seen better days
when they fit more comfortably
when moments were not measured by the watch
or its worth in worthless pennies

so the eternal question is raised
the ring or the finger to blame
why did the finger grow so fat
why has the ring tried not to change?

poem by Kiran Prasad
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As a World Would Have It

ALCESTIS

Shall I never make him look at me again?
I look at him, I look my life at him,
I tell him all I know the way to tell,
But there he stays the same.

Shall I never make him speak one word to me?
Shall I never make him say enough to show
My heart if he be glad? Be glad? … ah! God,
Why did they bring me back?

I wonder, if I go to him again,
If I take him by those two cold hands again,
Shall I get one look of him at last, or feel
One sign—or anything?

Or will he still sit there in the same way,
Without an answer for me from his lips,
Or from his eyes,—or even with a touch
Of his hand on my hand?…

“Will you look down this once—look down at me?
Speak once—and if you never speak again,
Tell me enough—tell me enough to make
Me know that you are glad!

“You are my King, and once my King would speak:
You were Admetus once, you loved me once:
Life was a dream of heaven for us once—
And has the dream gone by?

“Do I cling to shadows when I call you Life?
Do you love me still, or are the shadows all?
Or is it I that love you in the grave,
And you that mourn for me?

“If it be that, then do not mourn for me;
Be glad that I have loved you, and be King.
But if it be not that—if it be true …
Tell me if it be true!”

Then with a choking answer the King spoke;
But never touched his hand on hers, or fixed
His eyes on hers, or on the face of her:
“Yes, it is true,” he said.

“You are alive, and you are with me now;
And you are reaching up to me that I—
That I may take you—I that am a King—
I that was once a man."

So then she knew. She might have known before;
Truly, she thought, she must have known it long
Before: she must have known it when she came
From that great sleep of hers.

She knew the truth, but not yet all of it:
He loved her, but he would not let his eyes
Prove that he loved her; and he would not hold
His wife there in his arms.

So, like a slave, she waited at his knees,
And waited. She was not unhappy now.
She quivered, but she knew that he would speak
Again—and he did speak.

And while she felt the tremor of his words,
He told her all there was for him to tell;
And then he turned his face to meet her face,
That she might look at him.

She looked; and all her trust was in that look,
And all her faith was in it, and her love;
And when his answer to that look came back,
It flashed back through his tears.

So then she put her arms around his neck,
And kissed him on his forehead and his lips;
And there she clung, fast in his arms again,
Triumphant, with closed eyes.

At last, half whispering, she spoke once more:
“Why was it that you suffered for so long?
Why could you not believe me—trust in me?
Was I so strange as that?

“We suffer when we do not understand;
And you have suffered—you that love me now—
Because you are a man.… There is one thing
No man can understand.

“I would have given everything?—gone down
To Tartarus—to silence? Was it that?
I would have died? I would have let you live?—
And was it very strange?”

poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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The Pan Within

Come with me
On a journey beneath the skin
Come with me
On a journey under the skin
We will look together
For the pan within
Close your eyes
Breathe slow well begin
Close your eyes
Breathe slow and we will begin
To look together
For the pan within
Swing your hips
Loose your head, and let it spin
Swing your hips
Loose you head, and let it spin
And we will look together
For the pan within
Close your eyes
Breathe slow and we will begin
Close your eyes
Breathe slow and we will begin
To look together
For the pan within
Put your face in my window
Breathe a night full of treasures
The wind is delicious
Sweet and wild with the promise of pleasure
The stars are alive
And nights like these
Were born to be
Sanctified by you and me
Lovers, thieves, fools and pretenders
And all we gotta do is surrender
Come with me
On a journey under the skin
Come with me
On a journey under the skin
And we will look together
For the pan within
When to be with you
Is not a sin
When to be with you, oh just to be with you
Is not a sin
We will look together
For the pan within

song performed by by Waterboys
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The Pan Within

Come with me
On a journey beneath the skin
Come with me
On a journey under the skin
We will look together
For the pan within
Close your eyes
Breathe slow well begin
Close your eyes
Breathe slow and we will begin
To look together
For the pan within
Swing your hips
Loose your head, and let it spin
Swing your hips
Loose you head, and let it spin
And we will look together
For the pan within
Close your eyes
Breathe slow and we will begin
Close your eyes
Breathe slow and we will begin
To look together
For the pan within
Put your face in my window
Breathe a night full of treasures
The wind is delicious
Sweet and wild with the promise of pleasure
The stars are alive
And nights like these
Were born to be
Sanctified by you and me
Lovers, thieves, fools and pretenders
And all we gotta do is surrender
Come with me
On a journey under the skin
Come with me
On a journey under the skin
And we will look together
For the pan within
When to be with you
Is not a sin
When to be with you, oh just to be with you
Is not a sin
We will look together
For the pan within

song performed by by Waterboys
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Show Me (Cherry Baby)

Show me, show me
Show me how
Show me, show me
Show me how
Oh cherry
Oh cherry baby
Oh cherry
Oh cherry baby
Oh cherry
Oh cherry baby
Oh cherry
Oh cherry
I found you wanting
Like everyone
Always trying
Happy lying
cos Im no stranger
To the ways of the world
I felt like crying
I felt like dying
We took a coffee
You took it so strong
Shaded from the neon
I could still see your eyes
Oh cherry
Oh cherry baby
Oh cherry
Oh cherry baby
Oh cherry
Oh cherry baby
Oh cherry
Oh cherry baby
Found in the gutter
With a knife in her back
Letter said sorry
Please dont worry
She had a lover
With danger in his eyes
I tried to tell her
But she had the wildest heart
Show me, show me
Show me how
Show me, show me
Show me how
Oh cherry
Oh cherry baby
Oh cherry
Oh cherry baby
Oh cherry
Oh cherry baby
Oh cherry
Show me, show me
Show me how
Show me, show me
Show me how
Show me, show me
Show me how
Show me, show me
Show me how

song performed by by INXS
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