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Religious Dress

Extra religious nature shall taste sweeter when held,
The clothes of stress are like dress, unparalleled.
One worships the ghosts, delicious food has been consumed,
Many spoons and forks clatter to bring the costumed.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Taste Or Life?

They say honey is sweeter than wine;

Many say kiss is sweeter than wine!

Some are fond of sweet taste in all;

Many like hot taste in food we eat ever.

Taste is just a flavour of coffee we take;

Tasteless food nobody likes at first ever;

But food for living life cannot be ignored.

Sugar coated pill makes us take medicine;

Just like that taste makes food delicious!

Taste various from person to person ever;

Hence one man's food is another's poison!

So also taste for poetry, novel and articles

Say about one's mind, heart and soul ever;

More than taste food for living is fine ever!

poem by Ramesh T A
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Wit All The Time

For all time, the wit is bigger every several days,
Then one religiously worships the hardest wit.
Ghosts appear to judge, to be adept at life
As darkness delegates and a future has begun.
Kinsmen are again in wrong, in right for some time,
Then offering juices in the food, kinsmen are not greedy.
Mighty hearts follow a religious doctrine too fine,
Killing the folk of a dangerous kind, of lethal nature.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Unicorns

Are you uneasy about the many ghosts in the palace of fright?
The feathers in my head and body,
When the ghosts commence, and the air
Is sweeter and sweeter,
The real manners are hidden, the men are held to the end,
Only the spirit world;
He is understood as a spirit, and a genie is too much of beauty
To wish from.
I can not make my desire:
Ghosts are not read in the book world,
Hold on to the reins of the unicorns that were those ghosts.

poem by Naveed Akram
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What To Do With An Empty Cup?

the presumption is
you have consumed the hotness of the tea
and now the cup is cold
and empty

at the state of emptiness
shall you break it? or shall you keep it instead
and not wipe it
because there is a mark of the lips
of the beloved

some do the cleaning
wipe out everything
the empty cup shines together
with the rest of the
utensils, spoons and forks and saucers
in the cabinet

the door of the cabinet is closed
and then they all do what has to be done
they move on
with the other more important events in their lives
from an empty cup

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Life in the bush of Ghosts (reprise)

Down the bush path
I came running down my hut
I have a pot of food
But what do I do with food
When I have no appetite
And why does life seem
To leave me so soon
.
After a few decades in life
I find my soul roaming
Aimlessly in the bush
Of ghosts, when I wasn't
Really dead.
I never believed in ghosts
Until I saw a ghost
And now, I am to be host
To a host of ghosts
In the bush of ghosts
Which I, myself have not
Come to understand
.
Things do change with time
,
I have worked very hard
To be among those who feel life
But yet, life seem to be
Very far away from me
I have said to myself
When I see life, I will grab life
With both hands
But I will not steal another
Mans life to have life
I will not bring sadness
To another to have life
I will not deceive another man
To have life
I will not seek life through the back door
For what do I gain if I
Bring sorrow to others
To gain life for my self
And what do i do with life
If life I seek to find
Will not stay with me.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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Saturation Points...

buying furniture
is not an option, where
do you put them
in this crowded house?

clothes are a
no no,
he is fat and
clothes don't fit anymore

the spoons and forks
we have enough of them
left unattended
they rust in their secret
places

in the kitchen
the porcelain plates
are glossy
we become speechless
of such
beauty in fidelity
despite the fact
that we stop giving parties
and they have
become of no use

unlike before
we cook the traditional way
with firewood
and chimney and we
send the smoke to the
sky

our way of communicating
to God
daily.

now, we have become
too secretive with
technology
in our privacy
we do not keep any smoke
because we know
we cannot hold them
no matter how closed the
windows are
they always keep and
tell the story

guess what?
there is a need to buy
more blankets
we are feeling this
kind of indescribable cold
for the moment

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Candy

You open your eyes and I see sunshine
I bathe in the light that you give me
You speak my name it's a symphony
And the magic of life rushes through me
Suggest it and I'll do it
There ain't nothing to it
'Cos it feels so good for me
It's wickedly delicious
I've got my three wishes
And baby when you want me
It's like taking candy from a baby
And it's sweeter than sweet
When you're right here with me
It's like taking candy from a baby
'Cos you do it to me every time
Yes you do
You do it to me every time
I dream of that place and you take me there
Boy, this is love and you're writing the story
When you run your fingers through my hair
Feels like the whole world is turning just for me
I never have to wait
'Cos you reciprocate
Everything I do, yeah
It's wickedly delicious
I've got my three wishes
It almost seems too easy
It's like taking candy from a baby
And it's sweeter than sweet
When you're right here with me
It's like taking candy from a baby
'Cos you do it to me every time
Yes you do
You do it to me every time
It's like taking candy from a baby
And it's sweeter than sweet
When you're right here with me
It's like taking candy from a baby
'Cos you do it to me every time
Sweeter than sweet
Sweeter than sweet
It's wickedly delicious
I've got my three wishes
And baby when you want me
It's like taking candy from a baby
And it's sweeter than sweet
When you're right here with me
It's like taking candy from a baby

song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Balenciaga did the most delicious evening clothes. Clothes aren't delicious any more.

quote by Diana Vreeland
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Syrup Sponge

Pour a pint of cream
Upon my spongy bulge!

Scoop me with a
Hefty spoon;

Taste my essence -
Do you swoon?

Feed your self-esteem; indulge
In me until you burst -

Death by syrup sponge - you're cursed!

And as the count in inches gain
Upon your weary waist, the strain
Will tell, but you'll not care -
Steeped in sponge, you're unaware!

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Delicious

April, (? )
When you get that smile in your eye.
Something inside
Goes wild wild wild.
Sunshine
Chase away my rainy days.
Our summer leave
Is here. please stay.
Chorus:
Ill hold (hold) you in my arms next to me.
You (you) are the one that set me free.
You (you) put the fire in my heart.
Delicious.
Ill (hold) never ever ever let you go.
Youre (you) my taste of honey, girl.
You (you) put the fire in my heart.
Delicious.
Rainbow
Let me know the storm has past.
These memories
Will last and last.
Passion
Curling through the core of the night.
Where have you been
All my life.
Ill hold (hold) you in my arms next to me.
You (you) are the one that sets me free.
You (you) put the fire in my heart.
Delicious.
Ill (hold) never ever ever let you go.
Youre (you) my taste of honey, girl.
You (you) put the fire in my heart.
Delicious.
We as one
Here we lie.
Holding hands
Across the sky.
Please be mine. Ill never ever leave you.
Please be mine.
Ill hold (hold) you in my arms next to me.
You (you) are the one that sets me free.
You (you) put the fire in my heart.
Delicious.
Ill (hold) never ever ever let you go.
Youre (you) my taste of honey, girl.
You (you) put the fire in my heart.
Delicious. (put the fire in my heart)
Ill hold (hold) you in my arms next to me.
You (you) are the one that set me free.
You (you) put the fire in my heart.
Delicious. (put the fire in my heart)
Ill (hold) never ever ever let you go.
Youre (you) my taste of honey, girl.
You (you) put the fire in my heart.
Delicious. (put the fire in my heart)
Ill hold (hold) you in my arms next to me.
You (you) are the one that set me free.
You (you) put the fire in my heart.
Delicious. (you put the fire in my heart)
Ill (hold) never ever ever let you go.
Youre (you) my taste of honey, girl.
You (you) put the fire in my heart.
Delicious.
Hold.
You.
You.
Delicious.
Hold.
You.
You.
Delicious.
Hold.
You.
You.
Delicious.

song performed by by New Edition
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Animals in Clothes

Animals in clothes I see
Driving cars or sipping tea
Animals in clothes I see
But they don't know what they are
These animals that drive a car?
Dress in clothes?
Sip the tea?
Just like you
Just like me
Very clever animals they'd be!

But they don't know what they are
These animals that drive a car
Dress in clothes
Sip the tea
Just like you
Just like me

So truly stupid animals they be
Not to realize what they are
Just because they drive a car
Sip the tea
Just like you
Just like me

Oh what stupid things we be
Not to realize what we are
Just because we drive a car
Dress in clothes
Sip the tea
So g-r-a-c-i-o-u-s-l-y!
You and Me

Oh what stupid things we are
Not to realize what we be
Animals that drive a car
Dress in clothes
Sip the tea
You and me

For if Mr Piggy had our brain
Ten fingers
Clothes, and a name
Wouldn't he be just the same?

1986

poem by Egal Bohen
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Wealth And Food

There is pity where we walk
In the mouths we float our food
Sin is again in the mind
What will this bring when we think?

What food do we bring for our bodies
When the mouth is strong in taste
For the fine wine and lovely bites
So strong in love of our soul?

The smile on your face is strong
As the tale we tell will bring more food
To the hearts of the poor
Who will love us more for our wealth is grand.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Tastes So Good

Please play at low volume
Preferably while havin sex
can i taste you can i taste you
(yes you can)
Can i taste your body girl
(of course you can)
Can i taste you can i taste you
I just cant wait to
Can i taste you can i taste you
( of course you can)
Can i taste your body Girl
(yes you can)
can i taste you can i taste you
( oh dont stop until i tell you to)
Oh baby whatcha doin
got me feining like this
I wanna go to your valley
I wanna taste your lips oh yeah
Never understood it
All my homies say dont do it
But baby when i tried it
Girl i couldnt help but like it
You taste so good
baby you tase so good
you know you do girl
you taste so good
Baby do you like it when i taste your love yeah
you taste so good
Baby you taste so good
you know that it tastes so good
you taste so good
so good to me my baby
so good to me yeah
Sweeter than candy
makin my tongue so happy oh
Lovin down your backside
Girl wont you take me on a thigh ride
we'll go home
we'll go areound when we bounce
your givin me so much
just swing and make you bounce
your love is so delicious
baby i can tell by the smile on your face
ya dont mind
if i have another taste
You taste so good
baby you taste so good
you taste so good
I cant get over this taste i found
when i go downtown down
you taste so good
open up open up wide
you taste so good
You know what i like cuz you
You taste so good
so get down
so good to me baby
you taste so good
baby you taste so good
you taste so good
Im tasting you your tastin me
you taste so good
Your love your love your love
baby you taste so good
is so tastey
you taste so good
you got me you got me you got me
in that ending ecstacy
so good to me my baby oh
baby what you need
i wanna be your freak
i can go deeper if you let me
oh let me go down
1- baby what you need
i wanna be your freak
i can go deeper if you let me
baby i can start up at your nipples
right down to your nave
girl you know im able to make you whine
repeat 1
repeat 1
baby you taste so good
you taste so good
baby you taste so good
you taste so good
you taste so good

song performed by by Next
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Youth Must Serve Life Apprenticeships Bound

Why is it children learn lesson many years slowly?
Why does crawling standing walking take so long to learn?
Why does speech acquisition require so many skills?

Next years are required sitting at slow growing desks?
Time in play ground changes but fleeting intervals?
Examinations listening writing skills determine rankings?

Those born with silver spoons in mouth get status rides?
Those born with plastic spoons get extra lessons to chew on?
Those entering extra education required careers earn excess?

So why be surprised true art tests with multiple hardships?
It hurts to not be able to be an artist to have a few extra luxuries?
Time trials test mantle hardship faith tests art lessons transcends?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Taste So Good

[intro]
Please play at low volume
Preferably, while having sex
Can I taste you, can I taste you
(yes, you can)
Can I taste your body, girl
(of course you can)
Can I taste you, can I taste you
I just cant wait to
Can I taste you, can I taste you
(of course you can)
Can I taste your body, girl
(yes, you can)
Can I taste you, can I taste you
(oh, dont stop, until I tell you to)
Oh, baby whatcha doing
Got me feining like this
I wanna go to your valley
I wanna taste your lips, oh yeah
Never understood it
All my homies say dont do it
But baby when I tried it
Girl I couldnt help but like it
You taste so good
Baby you taste so good
You know you do girl
You taste so good
Baby do you like it when I taste your love, yeah
You taste so good
Baby, you taste so good
You know that it tastes so good
You taste so good
So good to me, my baby
So good to me, yeah
Sweeter than candy
Making my tongue so happy, oh
Loving down your backside
Girl, wont you take me on a thigh ride
Well go home
We;ll go around when we bounce
Youre giving me so much
Just swing and make you bounce
Your love is so delicious
Baby, I can tell by the smile on your face
Ya dont mind
If I have another taste
You taste so good
Baby, you taste so good
You taste so good
I cant get over this taste I found
When I go downtown, down
You taste so good
Open up, open up wide
You taste so good
You know what I like cuz you
You taste so good
So get down
So good to me baby
You taste so good
Baby, you taste so good
You taste so good
Im tasting you, youre tasting me
You taste so good
Your love, your love, your love
Baby you taste so good
Is so tastey
You taste so good
You got me, you got me, you got me
In that ending ecstasy
So good to me, my baby, oh
Baby what you need
I wanna be your freak
I can go deeper if you let me
Oh, let me go down
1 - baby what you need
I wanna be your freak
I can go deeper if you let me
Baby I can start up at your nipples
Right up to your naval
Baby, you now Im able to make you whine
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
Baby you taste so good
You taste so good
Baby you taste so good
You taste so good
You taste so good

song performed by by Next
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Greedy poem Gannet

I stuff my face with poems here
The meals served up in reams
I indulge in wordy gluttony
I'm bursting at the seams

But still you serve me more and more
Just like a pushing Aunt
I eat and eat all that I can
But finish? I just can't

You cook and bake and fry and grill
The most delicious food
I want to at least try it all
So you don't think me rude

Even 'back of cupboard' tins
Will not go out if date
And if you all stopped cooking
All the meals would still taste great

There so much here to be consumed
Enough to feed the planet
I savour all I can
As I'm a greedy poem gannet

I've started cooking recently
To add into the mix
I have a mind of recipes
Do try the meals I fix!

poem by Stevie Taite
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You Seem To Have The Whole Pot Of That To Yourself!

How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
That my desire to express my understanding...
Would be a point of view,
Of your...
Point of view explored.
How boring can you get?
To 'assume' that is my quest.
Your limitedness is not my goal at all.
How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
You must have learned that from some historical teachings.
Something that assured you with ego and overconfidence.
Something to you that only makes sense!
As for me...?
You are just an obstacle on my journey.
An issue like baggage,
Dealt with and ignored!
How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
Self destruction is not my cup of tea.
You seem to have the whole pot of that to yourself!
And it appears you find it quite delicious?
I have no taste for that kind of waste!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just For Fun

Cartoons
Just for fun
Just sitting around doing nothing
Having no worries, no responsibilities
No school
Just cartoons
And sugar cereal
Just cartoons
And more sugar cereal with extra sugar on it
Just cartoons
And more sugar cereal with extra sugar on it
It is fun to be a kid when you can be a kid
And when no one is watching, you put even four sugars on your sugar cereal
Or you just scoop up a few spoons of sugar into your mouth and love the way it melts in your mouth, just for fun
And when no one is watching you jump on the couch and the bed and you run through the house and you knock things over and you don’t pick them up because you are kid and you are just having fun
And you laugh and you giggle and you dance funny dances
You watch more cartoons
Eat more sugar cereal and dig through the box for the toy
And take more spoons of sugar
While watching cartoons
Just for fun.

poem by Connie Webb
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Nature’s Seasons

Crunchy leaves beneath my feet
Tumbling to the path
Storms blow through as autumn comes
A taste of nature’s wrath.

Brilliant reds, oranges and yellows
The leaves that the wind blows
It’s nature’s way of showing us
A season’s at a close.

Then delicious spring strolls through
Tiny buds softly soon appear
Opening ever so slowly
Such a special time of year.

Summer, well, we never know
How hot nature plans to be
We love it too because we enjoy
Fewer clothes and feeling free.

As summer turns to autumn
The crispy days return
New colors once more we see
More of nature’s lessons to learn.

Then winter is the time, of course
That nature can be wild
She’s nasty and ever willful
Just like a spoiled little child.

I just love the seasons
That fills a year with such a mix
Of colors textures and smells
While nature plays her tricks!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Please youreslf

I think that ladies should ignore
The dictates of the fashion trade
The doubtful claims of haute couture
by so called experts often made.

A wise lady will choose her clothes
to show her assets at their best.
Not as the expert all suppose
to look exactly like the rest.

Dress to suit your face and figure
There is no need to buy in haste
clothes which make your rivals snigger.
Have faith in your own good taste.

Women come in many shades
different shapes and different sizes.
Mature matrons and slim young maids.
Every one that some man prizes.

A well dressed women who stands out.
Knows full well what she’s about.
She won’t let the experts tell her
how to dress to please her feller.

Some women have good fashion sense
but many lack the confidence
to tell the experts to get lost.
They can dress well at half the cost.

Fashion labels may sell clothes
but only silly girls suppose.
Only the latest style will do.
When obviously it is not true.

Suit yourself in the way you dress.
Choose the clothes that will suit you
If you do you will impress
in the way you ought to do.

Let all the fashion gurus prate
But don’t believe a word they say.
You know that you will look great
when you dress in your own way

Fashions come and fashions go.
You know when you’re looking good
What do the so called experts know? .
Ignore them as you know you should.

8-Feb-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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