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0029 It's Haircut Day

Oh dear it’s haircut day

I guess I should be grateful –
she comes round to the house
and cuts what’s left up there for
almost next to nothing, these days

she’s a bright cookie but
no conversationalist
so I attempt to make pleasant small talk
for both our benefits I like to think

but if I say something she disagrees with
like who sells the best fish around here
or immigration
she corrects me with such withering scorn
that I feel I should apply for
institutionalisation. Or cremation.

my masculine side says stuff her,
don’t even try
so I have to call on
my feminine side
to think, to be like that
she must have had an awful childhood
or adolescence, or both

'Fate with the abhorréd shears...' (classical quote)

she’s due now – report back later

poem by Michael Shepherd
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She alone can judge

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Who is masculine?
He, with the muscles of Hercules,
Or he, with the valour of Ulysses.

Who is masculine?
He, who swayed like Asoka, the Emperor,
Or he, who bullied like Hitler, the Dictator

Who is masculine?
He, who seduced so many,
Or he, who reproduced many

Who is masculine?
He, who lived in many sweet-hearts,
Or he who loved many sweet-hearts

Who is masculine?
He, who sent her to orgasm,
Or he, who held her to his bosom

Who is masculine?
He, who courted anything feminine
Or he who excited anything feminine

Who is masculine?
She alone can define,
The Empress, of her domain.
27.06.97

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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Masculine

Phonecall:
(this is one of the neighbors from down the street.
This record of this music has been goin on all afternoon
And Im sick and tired of it. if it doesnt stop Im calling the police!)
You got me on the run, you got it your way
Now Im feeling pretty good and Im beginning to sweat
Your love is so fine, its got me feelin alright
Going out of my mind, I got to have you tonight
The girls so deep inside, like blood in my veins
Never lets me hide, now Im going insane
It makes me climb the walls, bite my nails to the bone
Its always by my side, it never leaves me alone
Chorus:
When its time to get tough, Im masculine (masculine, masculine)
When she wants to play rough, Im masculine (masculine, masculine)
Masculine
I know that Im a man from the spark in my soul
It can make me so hot, you got out of control
Grab her by the hair, drag her back to your cave
Its what makes a man a man, people always stay the same
(chorus)
Im masculine
(masculine, masculine)
(repeats)
Anytime, anyplace, anyway, in the heat of the nite and in the dark of the day
Anytime, anyplace, anyway
When its time to get tough, Im masculine (masculine, masculine)
When she wants to make love, Im masculine - what dyou say?
When she wants to make love, Im masculine
When she wants to play rough, Im masculine (masculine, masculine)
When she wants to make love, Im masculine (masculine, masculine)
If you push me Ill shove, Im masculine
When she wants to play rough, Im masculine
When she wants to make love, Im masculine...
(to fade)

song performed by by Meat Loaf
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Small Talk

Dont talk back to me, dont talk back to me
Dont talk back to me, dont talk
Going round in circles, hearing too many points of view
Just words to tire me out, small talk I could do without
I would be amazed if you returned to see things my way
Now that youve been disrespectful to my sense of pride
Isnt it a shame that you were lying when you said to me (small talk)
I was the only one, you and I were meant to be
I expect youll never really feel the way that I do
All of this is with regret, Im sure you will agree
Say something to me, anything at all
I want you to mean what you say
Ive seen all I want to see, and you mean the world to me
Ive lived for each moment to be with you, with you, with you
Small talk, small talk, small talk, small talk
You say I dont talk enough, that applies to both of us
Dont try to sound me out, something I could do without
So much goes on inside your head, I often wonder
Have you heard enough to know, theres nothing left to say
Say something to me, anything at all
I want you to mean what you say
Ive seen all I want to see, and you mean the world to me
Ive lived for each moment to be with you, with you, with you
Small talk
Small talk
Ooh small talk
Thats all I ever hear
Small talk
Ill be alright
It may take sometime
But Ill be alright (dont talk back to me)
Ill be alright (dont talk back to me) (dont want to be alone, nothing worth to carry on)
Ill be alright (dont talk back to me) (try hard to understand, you wont seem to lend a hand)
Ill be alright (dont talk back to me) (without youll fail to see, you never spare a thought for me)
Ill be alright (dont talk back to me) (so many things you said, going round in circles)
Ill be alright (dont talk back to me) (Ill rise above it all, enough to see another day)
Ill be alright
Ill be alright
Dont talk back to me...

song performed by by Genesis
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Fish Out Of Water

I feel so out of place here
With this high society
These high fallutin people
Dont know what to make of me
I feel like a minnow in a sea of moby dicks
A small fry in a big pan
Theyre caviar -- Im fish sticks
Fish out of water
I know I dont belong
Fish out of water
Everything I do is wrong
My style of hair, the clothes I wear
The way I speak, the things I eat
The way I act, my lack of tact
Nothin seems to fit
Fish out of water
Flounderin round
Out of my element
But Im just as good as they are
Why do I feel second rate
Its like, sorry charlie,
We want only tuna with good taste
I guess you could say wal-mart
Is quite a way from guccis
Im timex, theyre rolex
Im captain ds, theyre sushi
Fish out of water
Ive had it to the gills
Fish out of water
With these yuppie-guppie frills
Yeah, Im a square in a round hole
A catfish in a goldfish bowl
A little fish with lots of soul
Out of my element
Fish out of water
Flounderin round just for the halibut
Save me, save me
S.o.s. somebody
Save me, save me
Somebody rescue me
Fish out of water
Somebody throw me in
Fish out of water
On a scale of one to ten
Im a two, perhaps a three
Compared to the big fish in the sea
Im washed ashore so save me please
Im in an awful fix
Fish out of water
Rescue me
And you better do it quick
Fish out of water
Its such a culture shock
Fish out of water
My stomachs tied in knots
Fish out of water
Fish out of water

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Right Brain-left Brain

Right side is feminine
Left is masculine

Right is intuitive
Left is logical

Right is creative
Left is pragmatic

Right gives life
Left takes life

Both sides required to be whole
Delicate balance that feeds the soul

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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Hattie House

Air -- "Lily Dale"

Come all kind friends, wherever you may be,
Come listen to what I say,
It's of a little girl that was pleasant to see,
And she died while out doors at play.

CHORUS:

Oh! Hattie, dear Hattie,
Sweet little Hattie House --
May the flowers ever bloom o'er the little tomb,
Of our loved one, Hattie House.

She had blue eyes and light flaxen hair,
Her little heart was light and gay,
She said to her mother, that morning fair,
"Mother, can I go out and play?"

Her mother tied her bonnet on,
Not thinking it would be the last
She would ever see her dear little one
In this world, little Hattie House.

She left the house, this dear little girl,
On that bright and pleasant day --
She went to play with two little girls
That were near about her age.

She was not gone but a little while
When they heard her playmates call --
Her friends hastened there to save the child,
Alas, she was dead and gone.

Those little girls will not forget
The day little Hattie died,
For she was with them when she fell in a fit,
While playing by their side.

She was her parents' only child,
And her age was near six years,
And now she has left them for a while --
Left all her friends in tears.

She has left this world of grief and woe,
Dear friends, she has left behind --
She is waiting on the other shore,
To meet them bye and bye.

One fine morning, the fifth of July,
The summer flowers were in bloom,
Eighteen seventy-one, little Hattie died,
And is sleeping in her tomb.

poem by Julia A Moore
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New Test Leper

I cant say that I love jesus
That would be a hollow claim.
He did make some observations
And Im quoting them today.
judge not lest ye be judged.
What a beautiful refrain.
The studio audience disagrees.
Have his lambs all gone astray?
Call me a leper
Call me a leper
Call me a leper
you are lost and disillusioned!
What an awful thing to say.
I know this show doesnt matter.
It means nothing to me.
I thought I might help them understand
But what an ugly thing to see.
i am not an animal
Subtitled under the screen.
Call me a leper
Call me a leper
Call me a leper
When I tried to tell my story
They cut me off to take a break.
I sat silent 5 commercuials
I had nothing left to say
The talk show host was index-carded
All organized and blank
The other guests were scared and hardened
What a sad parade.
What a sad parade
Call me a leper
Call me a leper
Call me a leper

song performed by by REM
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Crouchin’ On The Outside

One two three four five six seven eight hey baby you're a little too late
I'm standin' on the outside lookin' in at you on the inside
Lookin' out at me on the outside lookin' in
Through the window of my madness at a place I never been
And you say you understand just what my trouble's all about
But you're sitting on the inside playing on the win side
While I'm freezing on the outside in the what's-it-all-about side
Lookin' in at you on the inside looking out

One two three four five six seven eight hey Jim let's talk about hate
I'm walkin' on the white side lookin' 'round at you on the brown side
Lookin' back at him on the black side lookin' down
And we're mouthin' words of freedom but we don't make any sound
And we clasp our hands in brotherhood and then go wash our hands
While you're stayin' on the brown side on the go-ahead-and-put-me-down side
While I'm standin' on the white side on the got-me-way-up-tight side
Lookin' back at him on the black side lookin' back

One two three four five six seven eight hey Claude don't bother to wait
You're cruisin' on the gay side lookin' straight at me on the straight side
Lookin' way at you on the gay side lookin' straight
And you're screamin' from the rooftops bout the pleasures that won't wait
And your closet's full of queenly gowns for extra special dates
And you're campin' on the gay side on the c'mon-out-and-play side
While I'm over on the trick side on the got-to-find-a-chick side
Lookin' way at you on the gay side lookin' straight
One two four seven nine eight twelve fifteen nineteen eighteen ninety-nine twenty-four else
[ sax ]
One two three four five six seven eight hey Miss hallucinate
You're boppin' on the hip side laughin' at me on the flip side
Chasin' after you on the hip side losin' my grip
And you're walkin' on a tightrope and you're tryin' not to slip
And you say you found out where it's at and give it all a try
So you're groovin' on the hip side in the come-and-take-a-trip side
I'm movin' on the square side in the show-me-when-and-where side
Chasin' after you on the hip side lookin' high
Lookin' at you on the hip side lookin' out yeah
Lookin' at you on the flip side lookin' back

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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This And/Or That

When my masculine talks to your masculine, watch out-
We wind up butting heads and can agree on nothing,
Both eager to lead, slow to follow.

When my feminine talks to your feminine, beware-
We horrify each other's apathy and get nothing done,
Each inclined to leave it up to the other.

But when my masculine talks to your feminine
Or when your masculine lectures my feminine
Then we have something, Bonnie. Then we walk together.

How rude of Western lore to say, sticking a pin in a map,
'Here-you are here.' As if our human hearts were a subway
And we needed to be told where we be.

It's not like what silly religions say-
Those murderous carry-overs from a former day
When everyone plowed or milked cows and dwelt on farms.

A little of this, a little of that
Is what we the people are. When will the West wake up?
People are neither gods, devils, boys, girls, white, black,

But in spite of Deuteronomy, a little of both:
Shame, ironically, an import from the East-
All neurosis rooted in the shame of being,

Or the trauma of being not.
You only live once. Make it good. Be of good cheer.
Man, learning this, may indeed survive.

Doing unto others as you'd have them do unto you
Is probably still the best basis for morality.
Oh, and Moderation in all things. Essentially Greek.

poem by Morgan Michaels
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Childhood's Sweet Song

Childhood forever gone
Just pleasant wisps remain
Close your eyes and remember
The bliss of young ignorance
Sitting on the worn brown rug
With Barbie in your hand
Your sisters on each side of you
How well you bond
How well you forgive
When you are young
Remember those precious days
For in the world where everything
Must all be explained
Where fairies can’t live in your hair
And kitty cats can’t talk
Childhood forever gone
And life sweeping along
Just continue to remember… childhood’s sweet song.

poem by Indigo Rose Christman
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Small Talk

Its not the chapters he reads when youre feeling low down
Its not the touch of his skin when you kiss him goodnight
Its not the money he spends when you want to buy a daydream
And not that miracle smile that makes the sky bright
Its not the way his hands behave
When youve turned out the light
Its the small, small small talk that makes it all happen
Small, small small talk that makes you want to fly, yes it does
Its not the way he believes in you like a religion
Its not the thrill that you get when hes holding you tight
Its not the way his eyes persuade
You to stay the night
Its the small, small small talk that makes it all happen (just like that)
Small, small small talk that makes you feel like flying, yes it does
Information, heart and soul, a whisper, a word
Confessions that have to be heard
Small small talk
Come on now, come on now
Come on - you make it rock so heavenly
Come on now, come on now
Come on - you seem to talk so heavenly
Big words...
Small talk...
Its not the way his eyes persuade
You to stay the night
Its the small, small small talk that makes it all happen
Small, small small talk that makes you feel like flying, yes it does

song performed by by Roxette
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Armenian Folk-Song--The Partridge

As beats the sun from mountain crest,
With 'pretty, pretty',
Cometh the partridge from her nest;
The flowers threw kisses sweet to her
(For all the flowers that bloomed knew her);
Yet hasteneth she to mine and me--
Ah! pretty, pretty;
Ah! dear little partridge!

And when I hear the partridge cry
So pretty, pretty,
Upon the house-top, breakfast I;
She comes a-chirping far and wide,
And swinging from the mountain side--
I see and hear the dainty dear!
Ah! pretty, pretty;
Ah! dear little partridge!

Thy nest's inlaid with posies rare.
And pretty, pretty
Bloom violet, rose, and lily there;
The place is full of balmy dew
(The tears of flowers in love with you!)
And one and all impassioned call;
'O pretty, pretty--
O dear little partridge!'

Thy feathers they are soft and sleek--
So pretty, pretty!
Long is thy neck and small thy breast;
The color of thy plumage far
More bright than rainbow colors are!
Sweeter than dove is she I love--
My pretty, pretty--
My dear little partridge!

When comes the partridge from the tree,
So pretty, pretty!
And sings her little hymn to me,
Why, all the world is cheered thereby--
The heart leaps up into the eye,
And echo then gives back again
Our 'Pretty, pretty,'
Our 'Dear little partridge!'

Admitting the most blest of all
And pretty, pretty,
The birds come with thee at thy call;
In flocks they come and round they play,
And this is what they seem to say--
They say and sing, each feathered thing;
'Ah! pretty, pretty;
Ah! dear little partridge!'

poem by Eugene Field
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F&M In Russian

Feminine and masculine nouns.
Please, don’t frown!
I am not going to teach.
I would like to show some nouns in Russian speech.
Tenderness and kindness, beauty and faith,
freedom and wisdom, love and dove….,
they are all females.
There are some in Russian tales:
a golden fish, which fulfills your wish,
a ginger fox with her cunning talks.
A slender birch is like a girl with her hair curled.
An apple tree in her blossom is awesome.
A light foot gazelle, a chanterelle are feminine nouns.
And even in English they sound like tender bells.
Our mother Earth is certainly a female.
She gives birth to males.
Some of them are heroes from fairy tales.
A strong oak spoke:
I am only three hundred years old,
Who told that I am old?
I am young and still strong,
to the long living family I belong.
Saturn, Jupiter, Pluto, Mars,
and many other planets and stars,
they are masculine, but…Venus is feminine.
If a man is clumsy we call him an elephant or a bear.
Sometimes we compare a man with a crocodile,
it means he eats a lot,
and a woman is a bird.
I’ve heard that only a man can be called an eagle,
and a woman is a seagull.
Feminine and masculine nouns.
They are all the compounds of our language,
no one has an advantage.
They always flock together,
like birds of a feather.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska
November 20th,2010

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Breakaway

Pink,
blue,
and lavender
paint the sky
Gorgeous.
It is agreeable on her.
The color of her adornment.
As the setting sun
shows off
her glory
with brilliant
hues
and bold strokes,
the girl
feels inspired
as she beholds
the sunset's beauty, tranquility,
and breathtaking passion.

Her burdens
have pushed her down
recently.
Sometimes she unconsciously
sells herself short.
Sometimes she wants
to run away.
Far away.
The ocean calls out to her,
and she doubts she will ever
miss the cornfields
or the snow.
She wants to breakaway.
The song plays in her head.
Is what she has enough to keep her here?
There are those
who would attempt
to stop her.
But they
cannot make the choice for her.
They do not walk
where she walks.
They do not deal
with what she deals with.

Discouragement is
not a friend to her.
Hope tries to encourage her.
Lack shines a spotlight
and laughs at her.
Faith tells her
Better days are ahead.
And she could quote
Robbie Seay.
The clock
keeps on ticking
and it irritates her
as her life
flashes by in a blink.
She feels melodramatic.
Melancholy.
Alone.
Weary.
Tired of being
the square peg
in the round hole.
The changes
she hoped to make
seem too much
with no one
by her side.
She doesn't choose
to be alone.
Yet that is her reality.
She cannot deny that.

poem by Julie A Smith
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Nowhere Fast

We're always on the run these days
We hardly have the time to say
What matters most of all
Ya you've always been the only one
The only one to make me run
Anytime you call
Let's not talk about the future
Let's not talk about the days gone past
All this time - we've been runnin' round in circles
I can feel a change a comin'
And I know we're gonna make it last
From now on - we'll be goin' somewhere slowly
Instead of going nowhere fast
When everything has come and gone
We'll look back on this road we're on
And see how far we've come (ya we've come a long way)
Faster than the days go by
I know we're gonna make them last
Instead of goin' nowhere fast

song performed by by Bryan Adams
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Half Way Round The World

Lately I feel so small
Or maybe its just that my bed has grown
I never noticed it before but you were there
So how was I to know
That this single bed
Was always meant for two
Not just anyone
It was meant for me and you
And now your halfway round the world
And I'm just a day behind
Nothin' seems to fill the hole
That I have since you left my side
You'll always be my little girl
Though I cant hold you tonight
And now your halfway round the world
And I'm just a day behind
I wake up in the night
I turn around and find that you're not there
I just like to watch you sleep and lay by you
I love to feel you near
I think I'm going crazy
Everyday confusion starts to grow
I never noticed it before
But you were there so how was I to know
That this single bed
Was always meant for two
Not just anyone
It was meant for me and you
And now your halfway round the world
And I'm just a day behind
Nothin' seems to fill the hole
That I have since you left my side
You'll always be my little girl
Though I cant hold you tonight
And now your halfway round the world
And I'm just a day behind
Lately I feel so small
Or maybe its just that my bed has grown
I never noticed it before but you were there
So how was I to know
That this single bed
Was always meant for two
Not just anyone
It was meant for me and you
Now your halfway round the world
And I'm just a day behind
Nothin' seems to fill the hole
That I have since you left my side
You'll always be my little girl
Though I cant hold you tonight
And

song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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My Dream To Hollywood

I wanna feel the foreign air
I wanna see the skin thats fair.
my dream has just took a stand,
I wanna visit Disneyland

From long back
I had this craze
and then I always
remembered this phrase
'what you want you always get
but only if its in your fate'

I hid my my dream from childhood
my dream to go to hollywood

but now no more I can hide
even after knowing my parents aren't by my side
Any how I'll make my dream come true
with whom from childhood I have grew

poem by Heidrunick Dsouza
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It Isnt Just Me

It isnt just me
That wants to be here by your side
And I know
It isnt just me
That wants to be next to your side
And I know
I only want to hold you
Is that asking way too much
I only want to feel you
Youre so far away
I guess Ill believe that you care
And I think
The things that you said
Keep running around in my head
And I know
I only want to trust you
You lied to me before
I dont know if I can trust you
In time Ill know for sure
Its only been three days
Since I have seen your face
I dont think I can wait three more
I know that I cant wait
The static on the phone
Makes you so far away
I watch the clock tick by
You havent called today
And then I fall apart
Waiting for your call
You dont tell me how you feel
You leave me in the dark
I guess I blame myself
For staying here with you
I just want to hear the words
You say you need me too

song performed by by Goldfinger
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The Dominant Male

Your place is by my side, my dear,
A-holding of my hand
When I am feeling rather queer
And hard to understand;
Not 'mid that fierce forensic crew
Who argue in the courts;
But doing all that you can do
When I am out of sorts.

To me it all seems very clear:
Yours to submit and bow;
Mine to command and domineer.
Your place is by my side, my dear,
A-stroking of my brow,
Consoling me for all my ills
My proud position brings.
The while you find vicarious thrills
Midst all the humbler things.

Your place is by my side, my sweet;
For you, so weak and frail,
Must bear the burden and the heat
Of troubles that assail
The lord and master moaning here;
You may not toil alone,
But ever by my side, my dear,
To soothe me when I moan.

To me it all seems very plain:
While I am strong, I'm free.
But when I feel a little pain
Your place is by my side again
To calm and comfort me.
But if you went out on your own,
And left me in my pride,
What could I do, dear, all alone?
Your place is at my side.

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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The Moon Realizes The Importance Of The Sun

feminine moon
fearing the masculine sun
preferring
the presence of the
friendly
eunuch stars

halfway in the darkness
of its night
the moon realizes
the sun is missed

badly enough
it wishes for the break of day
but then the curse
has been made

there is no way for feminine moon
to be with the masculine sun again

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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