To Really Fly
To fly is like living underwater, fully clothed,
I am a man who is not a woman all-loathed.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Underwater
You and I,
Are here, underwater
Seconds are so dear, underwater
Searching for a light, to draw me closer
I hold my breath in tight, bring me closer
I feel your touch, will you pull me up again?
It's not so bad down here, underwater
Once you get past the fear, underwater
Since you through the haze, it's like a memory
I've been down here for days, have you seen me?
I feel your touch, will you pull me up again?
It's all the same for me, underwater
There's nothing much to see, underwater
I cannot make a sound, but I can listen
I can't tell up from down, now I'm listenin'
I feel your touch, will you pull me up again?
You're just in sight, will you save my life again?
You and I are here, underwater
song performed by by Vertical Horizon
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Underwater
It's in her head, it's in her mind.
She can't believe it,
Can't believe she's running out of time.
And any hold that she can find.
Something to lean on.
Everybody fails her half the time.
Nothing to be,
She's already been
Oh, in plenty of time.
Plenty of time...
Plenty of time...
She lights her candle, six A.M.
Starting a new one.
Every new one hits her just the same.
Just like clock work,
She climbs down into her bottle.
Yeah, and no one down there cares to know her name.
She's underwater, nowhere now.
She's underwater, upside down.
The rising tide won't find her now.
She's lost and found.
Underwater...
She's underwater.
She's underwater, but she won't drown.
She can't believe it,
And everyone she meets feels just the same.
It takes all day to get to tonight.
What makes the sunset,
And what makes it go back to where it came?
Nothing to be.
She's already been
In plenty of time.
Plenty of time...
Plenty of time...
She's underwater, nowhere now.
She's underwater, upside down.
The rising tide won't find her now.
She's lost and found.
Now she's upside down.
Now she's six feet down.
Underwater...
Underwater...
Underwater...
song performed by by Switchfoot
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Drown
Drown, drown
Drown, drown
Drown, drown, suffocating no air, underwater no air
Drown, drown, suffocating no air, underwater no air
And you know that I need you
So give me something I can do
But you just take and rip away, until its over
Ive been waiting for so long
Finally found out what went wrong
Listen closely and you will hear, that it is over, right now
She ties you down, down, down, down, down, down, down
Wasted!!
You made me love you
Drown, drown, suffocating no air, underwater no air
Drown, drown, suffocating no air, underwater no air
Lie your head down thoughts consume
On a blanket in your room
Wraps into fire and comes so clear
Face head over
Drifting out, out into sea
Looking glass, cleared for me
Glancing slowly for some room
To bang a nail solidly through
Its all over cant you see
Ive given you all of me
So scratch until you dig away, all of the venom from your vein
I cant help you, cant you see, that it is over
Dont you know its over, dont you know its over
Drown, drown, suffocating no air, underwater no air
Drown, drown, suffocating no air, underwater no air
Drown, drown, suffocating no air, underwater no air
Drown, drown, suffocating no air, underwater no air
Sacrifice my soul to you
Disappearing in thin air
song performed by by Uranium 235
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Be a lady, woman.
Clothed, a woman looks better.
Distant, a woman looks nicer.
Formidable, a woman looks richer.
Forbidden, a woman looks sexier.
A lady befits all.
08.12.2001, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Debtor To Mercy Alone
When time's no more and the eternal future has begun
When I stand before the throne of God, The Almighty One
When this mortal body has put on immortality
Then shall I fully know how much my Lord has done for me.
When earth is no more and a new creation's taken place
When I enter heavens glory by His wonderful grace
When the glorious face of my Lord Jesus Christ I see
Then shall I fully know how much my Lord has done for me.
When I stand there clothed in a righteousness not my own
When I sing with all the angels gathered around His throne
When I join with unnumbered saints in wondrous harmony
Then shall I fully know how much my Lord has done for me.
Modern Love XXIX: Am I Failing
Am I failing ? For no longer can I cast
A glory round about this head of gold.
Glory she wears, but springing from the mould;
Not like the consecration of the Past!
Is my soul beggared? Something more than earth
I cry for still: I cannot be at peace
In having Love upon a' mortal lease.
I cannot take the woman at her worth!
Where is the ancient wealth wherewith I clothed
Our human nakedness, and could endow
With spiritual splendour a white brow
That else had grinned at me the fact I loathed ?
A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave
Of a great flood that whirls me to the sea.
But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly,
And eat our pot of honey on the grave.
poem by George Meredith
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Woman and Pride
Woman roar
Woman show
Woman dance
Woman fight
Woman win
Woman cry
Now this woman's pride
lies in her tears
Woman's pride...............
Woman's life
Woman's private
Woman's movie
Woman's dream
Woman's cohabit with her renter
Woman's living away from the outside world
Woman's pride......................
poem by Yihuai Ying
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Sea Hunt was the first time anyone tackled a show that took place underwater. The stories were sort of exciting for kids, like cops and robbers underwater.
quote by Lloyd Bridges
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Bitter truths are buried
Down a stream came a woman,
partly clothed, fully drenched.
By lonely stream strolled the woman;
no one at sight, she freely emoted.
Upon a rock by a brook
fell she flat to bathe in sun.
Arms under nape, thighs wide apart,
she lay bare, charging her part.
She was caught from behind,
her twin hills under iron palms.
Though startled, not at all wild
as she was swayed heavily by impulses.
She minded not who the man was:
a lovely prince or a lowly brute.
She resisted not as she was sure
no one was there to bear a witness.
Willingly yielded and succumbed
she had, to the pleasure inflicted.
She was alone; so was she naked.
She was alone; so she granted.
Suffered the chastity before the secrecy.
A bitter truth and a hidden truth.
19.07.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Underwater
Swimming alongside of you
Underwater
You're a mermaid
Yet you're a wonder to behold
But I'm glad to know you
I'm glad to be near you
Reaching the surface
You and I take a few moments to look
all around us
As well as take a few deep breaths
After a minute, you softly whisper something
in my ear
I smile brightly at you
And soon after
We plunge ourselves to the watery depths
once again
Going underwater once more
poem by Justin Gildow
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Chauvinist
I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat
Or squeeze, and then to tease her if it’s eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined –
And tho’ our needs are varied, girls, they’re all perverse of mind!
Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
‘Please! ’ we beg her, ‘bend and bare! ’ But we can only hope!
I’m sure by now you get the picture – like a rule of thumb –
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Ripples
With his turned up nose and whiskers
At all that life could bring,
The tiger known as Sour Puss,
Would growl at anything!
He loathed the sun, he loathed the rain,
He loathed the clouds above,
In fact, he was a royal pain,
With nothing much to love...
But when he found the silver stream
Where ripples were at play,
He changed, as if now in a dream,
They really made his day...
His whiskers arched in great surprise
And then he tip-toed in...
Forced to agree that it felt nice
Upon his tiger skin...
'Oh, yes! ' he said, 'This sure feels good! '
He grinned from ear-to-ear!
As if confirming that he would
Be soon returning here...
He watched the ripples mesmerised,
As they danced to-and-fro...
Their spectacle so highly prized,
He didn't want to go...
poem by Denis Martindale
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An Archer
The archer or guard accompanies a message,
His commands are beleaguering and foolish;
Mighty workers of righteousness are fully clothed,
Their piety is all-accomplishing like a non-liar.
The government is a compass and a map,
The journey is ongoing like a dangerous weapon.
We see the small print of ages past,
A historian shall treat you right like an ass.
His writing is beyond help, he lives among the trekkers
Of the countryside that sways and remarks.
May the commands and comments of living
Be like the archer or guard, a funny fellow of grace.
poem by Naveed Akram
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In the morning he was lying dead on one of the beds fully clothed. He was dead. I got the impression he wanted to go, and I must have killed him. I can't remember strangling him. I just sat there shocked.
quote by Dennis Nilsen
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Her Hidden Treasure
Her flame was only for the women –
Not for us unlucky men;
A weakness lay for feminine way:
To feel an even fairer skin
In silky slide.
Her lips were for the satin love that
Only flows from rising breast;
The creamy tan was not for man
To pull towards a chiselled chest
In weathered hide.
Her hidden treasure down below
Would shy away from macho length
And only rouse upon the blouse
Undone by other sapphic strength –
In time, inside!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Old Mans Rubble
Are you living in an old mans rubble,
Are you listening to the father of lies?
Are you walking with unnecessary burdens,
Are you trying to take them upon yourself?
If you are, then youre living in bondage,
And you know thats bad for your spiritual health.
And are you trying to live by your emotions,
Are you putting your faith in what you feel and see?
Then youre living just to satisfy your passions,
And you better be careful cause youre being deceived.
Are you living in an old mans rubble,
Are you listening to the father of lies?
If you are then youre headed for trouble;
If you listen too long youll eventually die.
Are you living in an old mans rubble,
Are you listening to the father of lies?
If you are then youre headed for trouble;
If you listen too long youll eventually die.
Are you puzzled by the way that youre behaving,
Do you wonder why you do the things you do?
And are you troubled by your lack of resistance,
Do you feel that somethings got a hold on you?
Well deep within you, theres a spiritual balance;
Theres a voice of the darkness and a voice of the light.
And just by listening, you have made a decision,
cause the voice you hear is gonna win the fight.
Are you living in an old mans rubble,
Are you listening to the father of lies?
If you are then youre headed for trouble;
If you listen too long youll eventually die.
If youre living as a new creation,
If youre listening to the father of light,
Then youre living in a mighty fortress,
And youre gonna be clothed in power and might.
But are you living in an old mans rubble,
Are you listening to the father of lies?
If you are then youre headed for trouble;
If you listen too long youll eventually die.
If youre living as a new creation,
If youre listening to the father of light,
Then youre living in a mighty fortress,
And youre gonna be clothed in power and might.
But are you living in an old mans rubble,
Are you listening to the father of lies?
If you are then youre headed for trouble;
If you listen too long youll eventually die.
But if youre living as a new creation,
If youre listening to the father of light,
Then youre living in a mighty fortress,
And youre gonna be clothed in power and might.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Love [Amorul]
Sapphire stones, so blue and clear,
Filled by the light of serene sky
Look brighter and are nice and dear
In gold and platinum when lie.
The diamond on a pile of slags
Without its flames will soon remain,
And so a body dressed in rags
Can't make us cheer or go insane.
The best idea of the mind
When it is not properly clothed
In words majestic and refined
It's just a beggar and it's loathed.
The garb is lovely, I agree,
But when the passion vile and rude
Swells up the chest – the Love will be
Far more exquisite when it's nude.
poem by Alexandru Macedonski, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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We turn into beasts
Sex has shed its inhibition.
Women are fully liberated.
Words such as paramour, bastard
And the promiscuous lost their stigma.
Virginity lost its sanctity.
Fidelity is no more a virtue.
Marriage is not mandatory.
Living together is legalized.
Man and woman will die as beasts
09.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You ARE A Woman :)
You are a woman,
A strong woman,
A grown woman,
One who WON'T give me what I want just cause I want it woman.
He needs you woman,
A loving woman,
Non-trusting woman,
One who knows the difference between right and wrong woman.
I found a woman,
You're one of em,
So many love em,
You just need to see the places you can be woman.
Hear me woman,
Don't fear me woman,
You're near me woman,
We all face strife, gotta change yo life woman.
See me woman,
No fake or frontin,
Can't be me woman,
For I am a man and you need to be a WOMAN!
['Enpowering women since the age of -9 months :) ']
poem by Tamell Bailey
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Give The Mule What He Wants
Mule want it
Mule want it Sunday
He'll eat it
He'll eat it in one day
How long...do I wait
Be the mule that you gotta be
Underwater
Underwater one day
Gonna sink it and make 'em think it's too late
For your love...for your love
Be the mule that you gotta be
song performed by by Queens Of The Stone Age from Queens Of The Stone Age
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