Light, Suddenly, After A- Long- Time- Pregnant
Meaning is a harbour
on
the moving buoy
24-oceans are flowing in poetry of concepts
simply written 'self-egg'
obessive sweats, injuried sweats &possessive sweats
going through after years
towards light, humans grasp the world of their findings
halo of conversational poetics,
a man witha mountain of sweats and heat.
poet nyein way
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A Conceptual Light, Suddenly, After A- Long- Time- Pregnant
Meaning is a harbour
on
the moving buoy
24-oceans are flowing in poetry of concepts
simply written 'self-egg'
obessive sweats, injuried sweats &possessive sweats
going through after years
towards light, humans grasp the world of their findings
halo of conversational poetics,
a man witha mountain of sweats and heat.
poet nyein way
MCPS
A Poison Tree
the mom and dad
found a poison tree
did not realise
the land they are tilling
until a poison tree
sprouts in their midst
the tree from the seeds
of their sweats
the tree sheds leaves
of disappointments
flying away with their
most secret wishes, hope
and fun of life
the sweats are now tears
drenched with deep seated regrets
they never realised they would be
the farmers of the poison tree
but now they are not able
to do away with for whatever
reason, whatever price
the tree poisons their systems
the roots the tree has imbibed
its nutrients all these years
the tree clings over them
a parasite strangling
its parent tree slowly,
surely, despicably
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Poem about Poetry - a premature death
to let the poet in them die
their mind must have fallen
flat like a corpse
cant the moon not be
made a queen so that
she could doze off in the
light of his care?
nay, of course, they
did not let the poet go to sleep
he was wrapped
and bundled away in the
shadows of the day
by the flood of sweats
to bring the food on the table
by the torrent of thoughts
to get life smooth sailing
the poet, the poet, he can
sleep for a while and hopefull
will not die too prematurely
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I hate when a guy brags... or he sweats.
quote by Paris Hilton
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If someone sweats for you, you change his shirt.
The peasant sweats and the nobleman is always right.
He who sweats more in peace, bleeds less in war.
The Subdued Editor
Pope-choker Pixley sat in his den
A-chewin' upon his quid.
He thought it was Leo Thirteen, and then
He bit it intenser, he did.
The amber which overflew from the cud
Like rivers which burst out of bounds
'Twas peculiar grateful to think it blood
A-gushin' from Papal wounds.
A knockin' was heard uponto the door
Where some one a-waitin' was.
'Come in,' said the shedder of priestly gore,
Arrestin' to once his jaws.
The person which entered was curly of hair
And smilin' as ever you see;
His eyes was blue, and uncommon fair
Was his physiognomee.
And yet there was some'at remarkable grand
And the editor says as he looks:
'Your Height' (it was Highness, you understand,
That he meant, but he spoke like books)
'Your Height, I am in. I'm the editor man
Of this paper-which is to say,
I'm the owner, too, and it's alway ran
In the independentest way!
'Not a damgaloot can interfere,
A-shapin' my course for me:
This paper's (and nothing can make it veer)
Pixleian in policee!'
'It's little to me,' said the sunny youth,
'If journals is better or worse
Where I am to home they won't keep, in truth,
The climate is that perverse.
'I've come, howsomever, your mind to light
With a more superior fire:
You'll have naught hencefor'ard to do but write,
While I sets by and inspire.
'We'll make it hot all round, bedad!'
And his laughture was loud and free.
'The devil!' cried Pixley, surpassin' mad.
'Exactly, my friend-that's me.'
So he took a chair and a feather fan,
And he sets and sets and sets,
Inspirin' that humbled editor man,
Which sweats and sweats and sweats!
All unavailin' his struggles be,
And it's, O, a weepin' sight
To see a great editor bold and free
Reducted to sech a plight!
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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The donkey sweats so the horse can be decorated with lace.
A woman who cries, a man who swears, a horse that sweats, all imposture.
It's very important to have the right clothing to exercise in. If you throw on an old T-shirt or sweats, it's not inspiring for your workout.
quote by Cheryl Tiegs
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Own filthy smell is pretty.
Your sweats, saliva and urine
Aren’t offensive to you
Venom is not poison to the serpent
04.12.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Warm Hands Cold Feet
Cold sweats, deep heat
Warm hands, cold feet.
The temple lay in ruin
All around me lay gathered
The fragments of these last few years,
Always in search of myself
I have lost so many companions upon my way,
So many tales, so many travels.
Will they each be spoke of in future times?
Will they be relived eternally across the dimensions of our realm?
Or will they be left for our souls to ponder in lone existence?
The time alone is one in all the same
Made different only by a name.
poem by David Lacey
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Refregerator is crying with drops of tear.I-Ching is changing, too.
overloaded with ghosted straras of closed windows.
Fleshes over-eaten with the craving desires in unknown salt of life
whispering into the realities of nothingness
no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no
no no no no no no
smells of your tatooed skins flying over the roofs of genius's earthern concepts
nobody can touch the skins of games in global settings
do not leave time and space without contemplating on the disapperance of selfhood
mother-son relationship turns into hummanity-based craftmanship
idea is the step to a machinery of conceptualization of wisdom
regregerator is crying with sweats of tatooed skins in the over-loaded burdens of ignorance-oriented worlds
Are we really living
in the phenomenological perceptions of solutions?
Refregerator is crying with world peace projects.
Expect Some Blushing
When one sweats to deliver,
I doubt if basking in adulation
Is the purpose behind it.
Unless it has been whispered,
A good cup of coffee is served.
Then by all means,
Expect some blushing too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Devour
I’ve had sex with you
A thousand times
In my fantasies.
I’ve tried all the positions
To please you :)
I’ve imagined all your
Sweats and smells
Giving me ecstasies!
I’m madly in lust with you.
Love can wait…
Let me devour you!
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Sexual game is all giving
I see her beauty, hear her sigh,
Smell her sweats, taste her mouth
And feel the insertion.
Where else, other than in sexual act,
Can I feed my five senses
Equally, all at a time?
06.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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For me, every day is a new thing. I approach each project with a new insecurity, almost like the first project I ever did. And I get the sweats. I go in and start working, I'm not sure where I'm going. If I knew where I was going I wouldn't do it.
quote by Frank Gehry
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And the wild regrets, and the bloody sweats,
None knew so well as I:
For he who lives more lives than one
More deaths than one must die.
Oscar Wilde in The Ballad of Reading Gaol
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