Thou Art Hot Too Much
Thou art hot too much,
Wow! I can not stand thy touch;
Iron! loose your clutch.
(I experienced this when I was ironing)
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Ironing
I like the smell of ironing
It makes me think of home,
Of when I was a youngster
Long before I'd writ' a poem.
That sense of real security
Remembered as a dream,
Embedded in mum's ironing-board
And floating in the steam.
The swishing, easy movement
Was always just the same,
It lulled me to the edge of sleep
While whispering my name.
The pile of clothes was endless
It must have been a chore
To have us kids supplying it,
Not one or two, but FOUR.
There is no smell like ironing
The scent is all it's own,
I liked it when I was a child,
I like it now I've grown.
And when the time for ironing
The clothes again does come,
I'll take in that unique perfume
And think again of mum.
Written Feb 1995
poem by John Carter Brown
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Tell Me Now
Is my,
Loving you unreasonable?
Are my,
Feelings out of touch?
Do I,
Appear to be impossible?
Do you,
Think I clutch too much.
And is my,
Loving you unreasonable?
And are my,
Feelings out of touch?
And do I,
Appear to be impossible?
And do you,
Think I clutch too much.
Tell me now,
'Cause my patience is a keeper.
And you don't know how,
I can tolerate a need.
And this you know by now,
I have love for you forever.
And that somehow,
Is the reason why you think I'm here,
Because we shared a vow?
Is my,
Loving you unreasonable?
Tell me now...
Are my,
Feelings out of touch?
Tell me now...
Do I,
Appear to be impossible?
Tell me now...
Do you,
Think I clutch too much.
And that 'too much' is enough!
Tell me now,
Has that too much been enough?
Tell me now,
Is my loving you unreasonable?
Tell me now,
Has that too much been enough?
Tell me now...
Do you,
Think I clutch too much?
Tell me now...
Do you think I am impossible?
Tell me now...
Do you think I love too much.
Tell me now...
Do you think I love too much.
Tell me now...
Do you think I love too much.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prometheus sonnet
Thou brave old Titan, that in chains didst lie,
Bound to the rock on the Caucasian hill,
Who by sublime endurance didst defy
Imperial Jove and all his shapes of ill;
As I invoke thy spirit here to-day, --
From the old Pagan world thou speak'st to me,
I hear thy voice across Time's sounding sea,
Bid me thus bear and conquer. -- I obey.
Henceforth, like thee, I will endure and wait
On life's bleak summit bound, without dismay.
Then in thine iron car roll on thy way,
Thou stern, relentless power that men call Fate,
Loose then thy bolts thou dark and threat'ning sky --
Thou vulture at my heart, feed to satiety!
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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Are You Experienced?
If you can just get your mind together
Uh-then come on across to me
Well hold hands and then well watch the sunrise
From the bottom of the sea
But first, are you experienced?
Uh-have you ever been experienced-uh?
Well, I have
(well) I know, I know, youll probably scream and cry
That your little world wont let you go
But who in your measly little world, (-uh)
Are you tryin to prove to that youre
Made out of gold and-uh, cant be sold
So-uh, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced? (-uh)
Well, I have
Uh, let me prove it to you, yeah
Trumpets and violins I can-uh, hear in the distance
I think theyre callin our name
Maybe now you cant hear them,
But you will, ha-ha, if you just
Take hold of my hand
Ohhh, but are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful
song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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To a Prospective Cook
Curly locks, Curly Locks, wilt thou be ours?
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet weed the flowers,
But stand in the kitchen and cook a fine meal,
And ride every night in an automobile.
Curly Locks, Curly Locks, come to us soon!
Thou needest not to rise until mid-afternoon;
Thou mayest be Croatian, Armenian, or Greek;
Thy guerdon shall be what thy askest per week.
Curly Locks, Curly Locks, give us a chance!
Thou shalt not wash windows, nor iron my pants.
Oh, come to the cosiest of seven-room bowers,
Curly Locks, Curly Locks, wilt thou be ours?
poem by Franklin P. Adams
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Killer On The Loose
Some people they call me jack
Some people they call me insane
Im looking for somebody
And I dont even know her name
I might be looking for you
Wherever you may be
For there is something Ive got to do to you honey
And its between you and me
Now you might think its funny
Or maybe its a joke
But youve got plenty of reason to worry honey
'cause you wouldnt stand a hope
Theres a killer on the loose again
A killer on the loose
Theres a killer on the loose again
A ladykiller on the loose
Now Im not trying to be nasty
Or Im not trying to make you scared
But theres a killer on the loose
Or havent you heard
Hell be walking around this town
Just about midnight
Yes, thats chinatown
Thats right
Thats right
Now you might think Im messing
Or he dont exist
But honey Im confessing
Im a mad sexual rapist
Theres a killer on the loose again
A killer on the loose
Theres a killer on the loose again
A ladykiller on the loose
Ill be standing in the shadows of love
Waiting for you
Dont unzip your zipper
'cause you know Im jack the ripper
Now dont wail, dont...
Theres a killer on the loose again
Standing in the shadows
A killer on the loose
Theres a killer on the loose again
Coming to get you
A ladykiller on the loose
Theres a killer on the loose again
Standing in the shadows of love
A killer on the loose
Theres a killer on the loose again
Thats right jack
A ladykiller on the loose
Theres a killer on the loose again
Standing in the shadow
A killer on the loose again, of love
Theres a killer on the loose again
Oooh
You better watch out
A killer on the loose
Play that back
Check it back
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Chair
I have one
Full of desires and want
Caged
In ribs and iron
Stand upon
Two
Very feeble and fragile
But you stand upon
Four
Symbol of honour
Strong and powerful
So I long to sit upon you
But before I get you
You let loose lot of lies
All stories get colourful wings
Rumour starts to fly
Cool air hits up
Frozen down heart
Vapours out love and truth
Above my head
Hovers a cloud
Of hate and falsehood
When I get hold upon you
I see you singing song of every evil
Like a crone here you score but nil
Life is precious
On those two
I must stand up
To defend the truth
poem by Abdul Wahab
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In Touch
Shared clutch
In touch
No smutch,
Grow much
One touch
No crutch...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Hidden Years
I know youre here
You wont come out
Below the water line
Now wheres my glove to keep the germs at bay
So safe up here
My air is clean
Recycle
Rarify
Down in the street
Deep breathe your life away
Relive the hidden years
Wont clutch at straws again - whiter than white in the home!
One midas touch and zeros grow
Guilt edge and two points down
In touch but out of mind in pleasure dome
Through hungry years and scraping skies
Collided with the stars
I framed your face
You lit the silver hughes!
Relive the hidden years (in vain)
Wont clutch at straws again - whiter than white in the home!
Relive the hidden years (in vain)
Wont clutch at straws again - whiter than white in the home!
song performed by by Haircut 100
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Happy Birthday!
By the scintillant sun, with her luminous light deploy
A life to our hearts, when a mother gave birth
To an angelic child, a beautiful boy
Named Vinny M for our families to mirth
Our cherubic child, who exhumes sweet air
In gaily smiles and mannerisms coy
Thy angelic beauty plays on thy skin fair
As thou roam our home our adventurous boy
I know life true when thou softly touch
Our hearts with thy hand spread like angel's wings
And wrap around our fingers does your life clutch
With sweet life, thou life so sweetly brings
Happy Birthday! !
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Rags & Old Iron
Norman curtis, oscar brown jr
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
I heard that old rag man now making his rounds
He came right to my alley lord with sorrowful sounds
Crying rags old iron and pulling his cart
Ask him how much hed give me for my broken heart
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
So I asked that old rag man how much he would pay
For a heart that was broken baby when you went away
For a burnt out old love light that no longer beams
And a couple of slightly used second hand dreams
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
For those big empty promises you used to make
For those memories of you that are no longer sweet
I wish he could haul them off down the street
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
When love doesnt last tell me what is it worth
It was once mamas most precious possession on earth
When I asked that old rag man if hed like to buy
He just shook his head and continued to cry
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
Rags old iron rags old iron
Rags old iron rags old iron rags old iron
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Nonesuch
Two clutch -
one touch -
no smutch,
so much
in touch …
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Don't Stand So Close
don't stand so close
by the police
young teacher, the subject, of school girl fantasy
she wants him, so badly, knows what she wants to be
inside him, there's no room, this girl's an open page
bookmark in, she's so close now, this girl is half his age
don't stand, don't stand so
don't stand so close to me
don't stand, don't stand so
don't stand so close to me
her friends are, so jealous, you know how bad girls get
sometimes it's not so easy, to be the teacher's pet
temptation, frustration, so bad it makes him cry
wet bus stop, she's waiting, his car is warm and dry
don't stand, don't stand so
don't stand so close to me
don't stand, don't stand so
don't stand so close to me
loose talk in, the classroom, to hurt they try and try
strong words in, the staffroom, the accusations fly
it's no use, he sees her, he starts to shake and cough
just like the, old man in, that book by nabakov
don't stand, don't stand so
don't stand so close to me
don't stand, don't stand so
don't stand so close to me
song performed by by Police
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Stand By Me
(traditional - arranged by elvis presley)
When the storms of life are raging
Stand by me
When the storms of life are raging
Stand by me
When the world is tossing me
Like a ship out on the sea
Thou who rulest when wanted
Stand by me
When Im growing old and feeble
Stand by me
When Im growing old and feeble
Stand by me
When I do the best I can
And my friends misunderstand
Thou who never lost a battle
Stand by me
Thou who never lost a battle
Stand by me
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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In case of a thunderstorm, stand in the middle of the fairway and hold up a one iron. Not even God can hit a one iron.
quote by Lee Trevino
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Give to Love
Love came knocking on thy door
With you in sight to love and adore
But thine did give
All that thou have and
need to live?
You gave thine lips for love to speak
You gave thine heart for love's heart's weak
You gave thine face, to love to trace
its tears across thee a sorrowful place
thou give to thy loss when it comes to love!
You gave thine soul to love's control
You gave love thy hand to hold
You gave thy feet for love to kiss
You gave thy happiness to love's bliss
You gave thy breast for love to touch
You gave thine body for love to clutch.
But what did love give thee?
Love took and took and left thee with nothing!
With nothing now you are at peace, thou art free!
This is what love did to me!
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Bel(i) eve
“I” become problem with ego
Hasten the departure and force to go
As soon as time is over the whistle may blow
Face may loose the shine and bear the shadow
“I” stand for isolation
Loneliness and no relation
It will made known with indication
When you will be forced with lots of questions
I stand for intelligence
I too stand for integrity
I can be suited to become ideal
Here ”I” stands for model or idol
I may create st(i) r
I may loose l(i) fe
I may be killed even with kn(i) fe
But you will be comfortable with w(i) fe
So keep I wherever necessary
Discard where you feel it is ev(i) l
Strengthen faith and bel(i) eve
Enjoy the peace and rel(i) ve the pain
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An Uninscribed Monument on One of the Battle-Fields of the Wilderness
Silence and solitude may hint
(Whose home is in yon piney wood)
What I, though tableted, could never tell--
The din which here befell,
And striving of the multitude.
The iron cones and spheres of death
Set round me in their rust,
These, too, if just,
Shall speak with more than animated breath.
Thou who beholdest, if thy thought,
Not narrowed down to personal cheer,
Take in the import of the quiet here--
The after-quiet--the calm full fraught;
Thou too wilt silent stand--
Silent as I, and lonesome as the land.
poem by Herman Melville
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Don't Stand So Close To Me
Young teacher, the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows what she wants to be
Inside her there's longing
This girl's an open page
Book marking - she's so close now
This girl is half his age
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Her friends are so jealous
You know how bad girls get
Sometimes it's not so easy
To be the teacher's pet
Temptation, frustration
So bad it makes him cry
Wet bus stop, she's waiting
His car is warm and dry
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Loose talk in the classroom
To hurt they try and try
Strong words in the staffroom
The accusations fly
It's no use, he sees her
He starts to shake and cough
Just like the old man in
That book by Nabakov
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
song performed by by Sting
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To mother with love...
An angel thou art
Beauty personified
Those gentle fingers
Those soulful eyes
A smile so gorgeous
A touch so soft
A prayer on thy lips
And answers aloft
Thy kiss so loving
Thy love so pure
Our pain in thine eyes
Thou so bravely endure
And a hug so warm
And a faith so deep
And a whisper to god
No fears to weep
And a life so unconditional
And a caress to assure
Of thy love and thy being
Of those unpaid gifts galore
A balm for each heart
A kiss for each tear
Our gift from heaven
To shield each fear
Then why do we hurt thou
And make thy cry
So ruthless, so cruel
But still not a sigh
And yet thy loves
And yet thy cares
And hopes and wishes
And add us to thy prayers
Oh, why art thou so gentle
Oh why so kind
Thou could go so much further
And leave us all behind
Holding my hands so gently
Thou then doth sighs
With that twinkle so lovely
In thine lovely eyes
Thoust uttered not a word
And yet said so much
Those gentle eyes told it all
Along with that gentle touch
And so thy stand
My mentor, my guide
To lead us all to eternity
My mater, our pride.
poem by Aashi Joshi
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