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Internet dating: Found Poem 7

'She claimed to be
37
but was really
47,
asked to borrow
30 dollars,
spent the evening
smoking spliffs
and told me
she could see
her therapist's office
from the club
we were in.

Then she said
she was already
in love with
someone else.

And also
pregnant.'

poem by Michael Shepherd
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I Told Myself

I told myself
You do love me
Is it really true?
She asked me

I told myself
You care for me
Are you really sure?
She asked me

I told myself
You do miss me
As often as you?
She asked me

I told myself
You need me too
Are you guessing?
She asked me

I told myself
You never tell me
Why on Earth?
She asked me

I told myself
You hide a lot…
Is that friendship?
She asked me

I told myself
You think too much
Does he not feel?
She asked me

Tell me, my love
What shall I say?
To all those queries
That she asked me...

How should I answer?
What should I ponder?
Tell me the truth
For she still asks me...

You For Me
And Me For You
Is it the Future?
One last Question
She did ask me.

I don’t have the answers
Yet she keeps asking me…
May be, she knows,
One day, one moment
You’ll let her know
How you feel for me...

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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\ Love \

He told the
Therapist
How vexed
He was
As his wife
Didn't feel
Sexed.

The therapist
Told him if he
Gave his wife
A lot of love
She would
Surely give him
Sex.

So now his
Wife feels
Ever so happy
Seeing her hubby
Falling head over heels
In love with her again…

After so many years
Of ‘busy'ness, finally
He has made the time
For her…

She's been
Telling the
Ladies of her
Kitty party,
Tales about this
New found love.

Alas! The gullible lass
Little does she know…
Why so? !

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Smokin The Herb Again

Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo what
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Damn, I really wish I could find my sack man
Must have got eaten by pac-man
If I had it I could smoke again
Smoke with my friends to the very end
But now Im trying to comprehend
Whens the next time that Ill smoke again
I need to know, please tell when will we smoke again
I got a buddy, his name is ted
Hes got a problem going through his head
He doesnt know how to puff puff give
But I like so Ill teach him and Ill let him live
Everyday we teach him right
When he divides, we have to fight
But at the end of the trying day
We says its ok and we puff away
Just the other night, I saw you, you were smokin not sharing and being tight
But thats ok, you are my friend, well smoking until the very end
The lessons that we put out, we order you to try it out
Its nice to smoke, yea thats what were all about
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Hey, ho, hey ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking everywhere
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking all together
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again

song performed by by Incubus
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In California everyone goes to a therapist, is a therapist, or is a therapist going to a therapist.

quote by Truman Capote
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fellow Citizens

I drank musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club with
the millionaire manufacturer of Green River butter
one night
And his face had the shining light of an old-time Quaker,
he spoke of a beautiful daughter, and I knew he had
a peace and a happiness up his sleeve somewhere.
Then I heard Jim Kirch make a speech to the Advertising
Association on the trade resources of South America.
And the way he lighted a three-for-a-nickel stogie and
cocked it at an angle regardless of the manners of
our best people,
I knew he had a clutch on a real happiness even though
some of the reporters on his newspaper say he is
the living double of Jack London's Sea Wolf.
In the mayor's office the mayor himself told me he was
happy though it is a hard job to satisfy all the office-
seekers and eat all the dinners he is asked to eat.
Down in Gilpin Place, near Hull House, was a man with
his jaw wrapped for a bad toothache,
And he had it all over the butter millionaire, Jim Kirch
and the mayor when it came to happiness.
He is a maker of accordions and guitars and not only
makes them from start to finish, but plays them
after he makes them.
And he had a guitar of mahogany with a walnut bottom
he offered for seven dollars and a half if I wanted it,
And another just like it, only smaller, for six dollars,
though he never mentioned the price till I asked him,
And he stated the price in a sorry way, as though the
music and the make of an instrument count for a
million times more than the price in money.
I thought he had a real soul and knew a lot about God.
There was light in his eyes of one who has conquered
sorrow in so far as sorrow is conquerable or worth
conquering.
Anyway he is the only Chicago citizen I was jealous of
that day.
He played a dance they play in some parts of Italy
when the harvest of grapes is over and the wine
presses are ready for work.

poem by Carl Sandburg
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I must have made a good impression because a club official to us into his office and asked me if I would sign on for a year with a view to becoming a professional.

quote by Harold Larwood
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You know how many movies it took Tom Cruise before he was making 5, 6 million dollars? It probably took a billion dollars in box office.

quote by Jason Patric
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I don't have to lay on the couch and see a therapist because my therapist is in my paint brushes.

quote by Abbey Lincoln
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Details

Before the mind goes...
And any 'suspected' patience,
That is left I 'may' have had...
But did not take an opportunity to express.
I'd like to,
With current humility I recognize within me now,
Say this...
To anyone I might have unwittingly offended.
I'd like to say you can...
Can?
You...
Gee!
It was right on the tip of my tongue too!
How embarrassing?
You can...

'Sounds like...?
Comeon.
Out with it.
I aint got all day to listen to these mushy apologies.
Contrived or not!
Express it. Get it out! '

See?
You see?
That's exactly why folks like you,
Deserve to be told what to kiss!
But I aint feelin' it.
It's a good thing my mind has memory lapses.
Or I'd cuss you out with abundant love.

Which reminds me...
Didn't you promise to pay back my ten dollars?
About a month ago?

Were you hoping I'd forget that?
In fact...
Just last week,
Didn't you borrow fifty more dollars from me?

'Details!
Now you want to include 'details' in the mix! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Arab League tells us to go in and take out Qaddafi. We've spent billions of dollars already with respect to the Arab League. Billions of dollars, because they told us to do it. Why aren't they paying for it? They don't like Qaddafi, Qaddafi's been a terrible thorn in their side.

quote by Donald Trump
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Sleep Agent

Okay...
I will admit it.
I have been using you.
You have been my therapist.

Here I sit,
Getting things off my chest.
And silence you give me.
As if you want to hear the rest.

And a going on of spilling of my guts I do.
And when I am through,
Not a sound from you comes.
As if you approve.

You have been my therapist.
And I have been your...
Sleep agent.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing Can Be Done

Music by larry klein words by joni mitchell
Must I forgive you
Each time
And say you dont know what yourre doing
There are no victimless crimes
I know of
Out here in these graffiti ruins
My love
Oh I am not old
Im told
But I am not young
Oh and nothing can be done
Dont start
My heart
Is a smoking gun
Oh and nothing can be done
I heard you leaving
Late last night
I heard you screaming down the mountain
Like you were running red lights
(red lights)
You had some trash-can-rock-band pounding
Oh I am not old
Im told
But I am not young
Oh and nothing can be done
Dont start
My heart
Is a smoking gun
Oh and nothing can be done
Must I surrender
With grace
The things I loved when I was younger
(sweet embrace)
Must I remember your face
So well
What do I do here with this hunger
Oh I am not old
Im told
But I am not young
Oh and nothing can be done
Dont start
My heart
Is a smoking gun
Oh and nothing can be done
Nothing can be done
Nothing can be done
Oh nothing can be done

song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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I Asked Him to Blow On It! (My First Kazoo)

I remember when I got my first kazoo,
In those days so slow paced...
I was bored to tears at recess,
When in elementary school.
We were made to think like fools then.
I am convinced of that.

So I brought my kazoo to school.
And sent to the principal's office.
And as I sat,
Watching the principal play with my kazoo.
I asked him to blow on it!
And he proceeded to believe,
I had asked him to do something else.
I had always been perceptive.
That's why in those days I was bored to tears.

So I cried!
Hating the thought of being sent,
To the principal's office!

I told one of my friends about that.
And within days...
I saw my friend's father,
Not shake...
But hold the principal's hand!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I think secrets often come out. I spoke to a friend who is a therapist and I asked her if there were people who came to her and admitted to doing horrible things and she said, 'More than you know.'

quote by Alice Hoffman
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Dreaming Home

The winter morn passes soon
Quickly it's afternoon
The day surely is spent best
When you work till the evening rest
Seated in office or an outdoor roam
The day goes by dreaming home.

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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My Ferret Sees a Therapist

My ferret sees a therapist,
On Wednesdays after sipping tea.
I thought it best to seek out counseling
To help me adjust to her personality.
Neither dog or cat nor weasel or squirrel,
Her therapist suggested I should call her Earl.
And when I called her Earl, she'd stare...
'I'm a Duchess, damnit! A lady! Don't you dare! '

Of course, my ferret receives much attention.
Some think she's a rodent of unusual dimension!
She's funny and bright and quicker than most.
My neighbors downstairs feed her whole wheat toast!
Yes, she's got us all in the palm of her paws.
Naturally, I'm flattered, amused and awed!
But somehow, I admit, she has me quite confused.
I can search and search and...'She finds my shoes! '

Smirking as she brings them chewed to me!
My obvious displeasure has her dancing with glee!

My ferret sees a therapist,
On Wednesdays after sipping tea.
On Thursdays I will go alone,
Since my ferret and the therapist
Agree this is best for me!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Car Club

Ive been cruisin round the town now with the guys for quite a while
We been thinkin bout starting up a club that shows some class and style
And well get the finest cars
We got a deuce coupe, a stingray, a rail job and an xke
(well start a car club)
Well be the fastest at the drags, man, well really cut some low ets
(well start a car club)
And wipe out the other clubs
Well set a meet, and get a sponsor, and collect some dues
And you can bet that well have our jackets on wherever we cruise
Well get the roughest and the toughest initiation we can find
(well start a car club)
And if you want to try to get in well really put you through the grind
(well start a car club)
This clubs the very best
Well set a meet, and get a sponsor, and collect some dues
And you can bet that well have our jackets on wherever we cruise
Well get the roughest and the toughest initiation we can find
(well start a car club)
And if you want to try to get in well really send you through the grind
(well start a car club)
This clubs the very best
Start a club, a car club
(start a car club)
Start a club, a car club
(start a car club)
Start a club, a car club
(start a car club)
Start a club, a car club
(start a car club)

song performed by by Beach Boys
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Two Facets

One lady whispers to her friend
this marriage I am going to end,
husband doesn't talk for three months.
'What a peaceful life you have! ' other said.

'How this happened would you narrate? '
In fact, a big box in car garage he kept,
never opened before me in two years.
To know the mystery I was curious.

Once I opened and saw one painting
and five thousand dollars laid therein.

When I asked the mystery, he whispered
he had a vow, if kiss elseone after marriage
he would paint a picture.
I forgave him for one but when asked

about those dollars
he said ‘Darling! I have sold few others'.

poem by S.D. Tiwari
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A Conversation

The other day you told me all your woes.
I’m just want to let you know you are not alone.
For I to have been beaten by someone who claimed they hit me out of love.
But I’m here to tell you pain is not what love is made of.
They also told me they’d never do again.
I promise you that’s a lie my friend.
You need to get out of there as soon as it’s possible for you to.
Because if you don’t he’ll kill you.
And I know this for a fact.
For I’m you from future and I’m talk to you from your grave
because that is where we are at.

poem by Lore Me34
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Welcome To The Club

I couldn't help but overhear you talkin' to yourself
How she slipped right through your hands
And in between all of the four letter words
You said you're never gonna understand

You gave her everything you thought she wanted
Now all you want is gone
You're just one of many broken hearted
Wonderin' what went wrong

Welcome to the club
Don't be thinkin' you're the only one
Whose heart was in a hit and run
While you looked the other way
As you're howlin' at the moon
Take a look around the room
At all your fellow fools of love
Welcome to the club

Over in the corner is old Larry John
Gettin' over wife number two
And sittin' next to him is a regular here
They're as lonely as me and you
We got one thing in common when we walked in
A memory we're tryin' to kill
Swearin' up and down we'll never try again but We know we will
Welcome to the club
Don't be thinkin' you're the only one
Whose heart was in a hit and run
While you looked the other way
As you're howlin' at the moon
Take a look around the room
At all your fellow fools of love
Welcome to the club

Welcome to the club
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the club

song performed by by Tim McGraw from Tim McGraw
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