Funney wow
Todays
All are like
And love...
Do...
The sex...
But...
Don't want
Sex at poems...
And stores...
haaa haaa
Life is part of sex...
With out sex...
How you...Born...?
Your and my father
Mother also bron...?
Sex thinking is
One of sence...
Taste...
Of life...
On the road
waching women and men...
With sexy...
At cinema+t.v. always
With tomuch...
Bringing the sex...
Thats all ok...
Or good...
Sex writing is
Bad...? ? ?
Wow funney...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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A Thing Or Two
When I see my baby
When I see my little girl
When I see my woman
Im gonna tell her about the lonely hours I just spent
And say the thing we got going hope it never ends
Well Im gonna tell that little girl a thing or two
Do it right baby
(do it right baby)
Ahhh haaa
Outta sight baby
Ahhh-ha ha
Do it right baby
(do it right baby)
Ahhh haaa
When I see my baby
When I look in her pretty eyes
When I get with my darling baby
I say my heart will start to beat like a couple of drums
Shell get my temperature to rise to bout a hundred and one
(yeah)
Do it right baby
(do it right baby)
Ahhh haaa
Outta sight baby
Ahhh-ha ha
Do it right baby
(do it right baby)
Ahhh haaa
A whole day away from your woman
A separation from your girl can really mess your mind
And can you dig this one thing
Well its lucky Im working from nine to five
I have to live with my doctors just to keep me alive
Keep on tellin a thing or two
Do it right baby
(do it right baby)
Ahhh haaa
Outta sight baby
Ahhh-ha ha
Do it right baby
(do it right baby)
Ahhh haaa
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Games Two Can Play
I just looked to see the sun outside
It's shining so bright
A sun the clouds can't hide
Do you remember the time that you hear me say
I like to play games that two can play
Ah ha ha ha haaa
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Whoa whoa whoa
Oh oh oh oh
No more
The juke box daddies been blowin' my mind
I ain't goin' nowhere I got lots of time
I'm fat as a cow oh how'd I ever get this way
I like to play games that two can play
Ah ha ha ha haaa
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Whoa whoa whoa
Oh oh oh oh
No more
In the morning people are so happy
And that's the time when I'm a mister bussinessman
Later on I really get to goin' yeah
I get my motor runnin'
I get my legs to movin'
It's just no good unless two can play
Ah ha haaaa
I was layin' on my back
Relaxin' in the night
I played my radio
It was out of sight
Joe South was singing
"Games People Play"
And I like to play games that two can play
Ah ha ha ha haaa
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Whoa whoa whoa
Oh oh oh oh
Yeah-e-eah
Ah ha ha ha haaa
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Have You Ever Been
Have you ever been
Have you ever been
To Electric Ladyland?
The magic carpet waits
For you
So don't be late
I wanna show you
The different emotions
I wanna run to
The sounds and motions, heeey
Electric woman waits for you and me
So it's time we take a ride
We can cast all of your hang-ups over the seaside
While we fly right over the love filled sea
Look up ahead
I see the loveland
Soon you'll understand.
Make love, make love, make love, make love.
I wanna show you
The angels will spread their wings, yeah
I wanna run to
Good and evil lay side by side
While electric love penetrates the sky
I wanna show you
Lord, Lord, Lord I wanna show you
I wanna show you
Haaa, haaa , haaa
I wanna show you
I wanna show you
Show you
Oh ! I wanna show you
You gotta believe i wanna show
I wanna show you
I wanna show you
Ah yeah, I wanna show you
I wanna show you...show you!
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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I love my father
My father
Is my friend...
In childhood...
I love my father
More and more...
I am a yelder son
For my father...
I asking toys...
I asking sweets...
More and more
At my father....
My father tell
About the stores
At god...
And ramayana...
And mahabarath...
I was enjoy
My father tell story...
Enjoy enjoy...
Today my father
Live my heart only
At my heart...
My father not pass away
He was leave my home
At sumall photo pream
But...
my father leave with my
Sence and thinking...
I love my father...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Keep An Eye On Summer
Keep an eye on summer this year
Keep an eye on summer
Keep an eye on
We said goodbye last september
Your words I still can hear
Keep an eye on summer this ahh haaa ahhhh (summer)
(keep an eye on)
Those things I say in my letters
Youll find them most sincere
Keep an eye on summer this year-ear-ear
Soon well be graduating
And well be so far apart
And though you could be dating
Im waiting and waiting
And as we look at the future
Though it be through a tear
Keep an eye on summer this (year)ahh haaa ahhhh
(keep an eye on summer)
(keep an eye on)
Ahhh haaaa ahhhh
(keep an eye on summer)
(keep an eye on)
Ahhh haaaa ahhhh
(keep an eye on summer)
(keep an eye on)
Ahhh haaaa ahhhh
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Haters
Look at them with hungry
written all over their faces,
waiting to feed on me.
Each step i take for them
is a taboo.When sleeping
their prayers is that i never
wake up, but they are not
God so am still breathin.
ha haa hatersss.
When am eating, like a lion
monitoring his prey, they pray
that the food will choke me
to death. They are waitin to
tell the story of how i fall from
the top, ha ha haaa look at
me am till on top of my game,
ride like there is no tomorrow.
Don't be mad cos you are seein
my success like a tears drop,
hey is God doing.
Haa haa hatersss.
These people did not want
me to shine, but look they are
not seein anything apart from
my light shining at their faces
like torch light. See am shining
without diamond imagine that.
Why mad at me? is it because
you can't get it the way i got it?
just pray that God give you
yours and stop hateing.... Anybody
God made a king no one can
take the crown off him, so he
made me one.
Haa haaa hatersss.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Part Of My Life
Can you be a part of my life?
Can you be a part of my life?
Oh its easy to find some one to play with
And almost anyone will do to fill your idle time
But that very special someone,
You can share all your dreams with is so hard to find
And it use to be like me to settle for the physical
But these days it aint too easy to make up my mind
Cause apparently you body just to temporally to take up my precious time
See Ive got to know that
That I can be free with you and
Youve got to show that
That youre worthy of my time
Can you stimulate my mind?
And I know that it looks good,
But can you be a part of my life
And Im sure that it feels good
But can you be a part of my life
And it probably even taste good
But can you be a part of my life
Ive got to know
I still appreciate the beauty of a man
But theres more to what I need now than what meets the eye
And if beautys only skin deep,
Then your pretty skin wont send me to my highest high
Oh its been along time come for maturity
And I believe that its truly what it has to be
Cause as much as I admire you
My sexual desire, aint controlling me
See Ive got to know that
That I can be free with you and
Youve got to show that
That youre worthy of my time
Can you stimulate my mind?
And I know that it looks good,
But can you be a part of my life
And Im sure that it feels good
But can you be a part of my life
And it probably even taste good
But can you be a part of my life
Ive got to know
And I know that it looks good,
But can you be a part of my life
And Im sure that it feels good
But can you be a part of my life
And it probably even taste good
But can you be a part of my life
Ive got to know
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
song performed by by India Arie
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Born To Be Ransomed
Born to be ransomed,
Born for a reason,
On one side Love,
On the other side Security,
Mabey,
Taken to be placed elsewhere,
Or,
Mabey,
Taken to be placed with them,
Born to be ransomed,
Held ransomed by those,
For security measures of the father and mother,
So,
They are called on by the beckoning,
Of,
Those holding child held by ransomed,
Is what people do when child means,
A lot to mother and father,
Love and security in family keepings,
Born to be ransomed,
With intent to use child,
By the takers of child,
To profit and gain,
For themselves in lifes times,
When child born is then used,
Till,
Mother and father is killed,
And,
Child is then raised in a racket,
For,
What mother and father were,
And,
Left for the child when child grown,
In giving is receiving,
All that has good intentions,
Gives for good reasons,
Yet,
Why one is born to be ransomed,
Is,
The what see's and pre-desires,
The placement and life,
Of,
What two in love have made,
The unborn child then becomes,
The ransom of what wants,
What,
The two have in love and wealth,
When this goes on and child is grown,
The eyes that see and yet do not understand,
Is,
The child raised seeing all,
From,
The good ways,
To the bad ways,
To the cruel ways,
To,
The crimes committed and seen,
Is,
The eyes of seeing,
From,
Been born in a world disrupted,
Is,
A child born and ransomed,
What is of matter,
Mattering to two,
Two in love,
That,
Choose to be one,
One as in a couple,
To matter and be,
For,
What matters to them,
Is,
What brings matter of two,
To,
Become a matter of one,
A,
Child born of two,
Yet,
Now matter's to none,
But,
What ransoms the child out,
Till,
The child grew to be,
And,
Left them all behind,
Knowing,
Mother and father are dead,
Living,
Life knowing too much,
Just,
From been the ransom,
The ransom,
Of,
All,
That,
Is,
Of,
Mother and father,
Till,
All,
Of,
Mother and father's,
Income and places,
Was,
Spent and giving to others,
Tis,
Then,
Ransomed child grown,
Can,
Leave,
With noting,
But themselve,
To have some kind,
Of life,
Somewhere else,
Faraway!
poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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A book read
At home...
Cheldren
Read book
Waching T.v.
Some of cartoon
Running on t.v
Father was
Sleeping
On bed...
Mother was
Washing clouths...
Children read
The book...
With waching t.v
Book pages was
Fly with
Air...
Read the book
Very fast at fan...
Children watch
T.v. feel free...
Father and mother
Not Free...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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It Is A Habit
writing poems
when you really write poems
everyday and every moment of your life
even when you're in the middle of your
bread and butter eating thing
or even when you are defecating
writing poems becomes a habit
even when you sleep even when you dream
writing poems becomes a part of your system
you eat poetry you vomit poetry
you digest poetry you poo poetry
you breathe poetry you sweat poetry
you love poetry and you live with your poetry
and at the end you die with poetry
and your epitaph says: here lies the poet,
choked with poetry.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Comes From God
Love comes to us from God
The day we was born until the end
We all need love, we want love
We have to have love
Look at the new born baby
How the mother looks at it
See the tears that flow
She forgot the pain
When she looked at the baby
For the first time
Look around at all the animals
How the mother or father
Protects their young at all costs
If we don't have love
Or grow up with parents
Who don't love us
We feel we are to blame
Are we are not good enough
We search for love in all the wrong places
We pick people we know are wrong for us
We find someone who at least pretends to love us
Sometimes we get with people who abuse us
We don't leave because we think we can't do it on our own
A child needs love to grow
To be a better person
To show love and respect
Without love we are lonely souls
Always looking wondering if we will ever find
Someone to love us
Then sometimes we wonder
Am I worth it?
Do they really love me?
Do they really care?
We cry, plead, and bargain with God
If only you will send me someone
If we wait and do what God says
He will send us the right one
The one he wants us with
God got me writing poems
I never thought I would write poems
God is love
He will supply our every need
If we listen and do his will
If he takes care of the flowers and trees
The animals
Don't you think he will take care of us
Believe and you will see what love does
When it comes from God
He does send love.
poem by Angel Plant
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Talk To Me
Tell me everything you want
Tell me everything you need
and I won't judge where you've been
I won't judge the things you say
cause I couldn't love you anymore than I do now
I'll give you hope my love
I'll show you how
When you can't go on
When you can't get free
When you think about loneliness
You Talk To Me
I always can't be beside you,
but know that I'm still there
and I love you more and more
I just want to make that clear
When everything builds up
and still you feel let down
When you feel like you're goin' now where
I'll be around
When you can't go on
When you can't get free
When you think about giving up
You Talk To Me
Just know, I'm the one who cares
and trust can lead you anywhere
I watch you as you walk alone
I'm with you all the way
As you try and find your place
I'm with you everyday
Yeah the road is long
and it's the way of life
So lift up your head my love
It'll be all right
When you can't go on
When you can't get free
When you feel like you are going nowhere
You Talk To Me
When you can't go on
When you can't get free
When you feel like giving up
You Talk To Me
Haaa You Talk To Me
song performed by by April Wine
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Poem funney
I was read
Real sex poem
At my school
Bath rooms walls...
Some Students are
Return the poems
For teachers...
Peom is
Not only sexy...
Teachers some teachers
Doing also sexy...!
But...
It is not funney....?
It is not a poem...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Authorship
You say that father write a lot of books, but what he write I don't
understand.
He was reading to you all the evening, but could you really
make out what he meant?
What nice stores, mother, you can tell us! Why can't father
write like that, I wonder?
Did he never hear from his own mother stories of giants and
fairies and princesses?
Has he forgotten them all?
Often when he gets late for his bath you have to and call him
an hundred times.
You wait and keep his dishes warm for him, but he goes on
writing and forgets.
Father always plays at making books.
If ever I go to play in father's room, you come and call me,
"What a naughty child!"
If I make the slightest noise you say, "Don't you see that
father's at his work?"
What's the fun of always writing and writing?
When I take up father's pen or pencil and write upon his book
just as he does,-a,b,c,d,e,f,g,h,i,-why do you get cross with me
then, mother?
You never say a word when father writes.
When my father wastes such heaps of paper, mother, you don't
seem to mind at all.
But if I take only one sheet to take a boat with, you say,
"Child, how troublesome you are!"
What do you think of father's spoiling sheets and sheets of
paper with black marks all over both sides?
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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All way's for a love...!
How can
Love ask
Somebody...?
What is love
Ask some body..?
Haa...haaa love?
Critisize some budy....!
How is your
Heart will work...?
Think...
How did you eat...?
Think...
what did you eat...?
Think...
O2 is what...?
Think...
Your breath is...?
What...?
Think...what...! ?
Nature was
Love and lovingely
Given to
With you...?
Why...? a love...!
You do love and
Make to any
And many for
Only other's...
Kindly understand
Too love
With other's...
With your
Work and truly
Given help...
All way's for a love....!
That is a love...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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My Story
I was born in a year
Of a great depression,
.
My parents were born here
A life made of deprivation,
.
Dave, gave me my name;
By instructions of my mother
.
My mother told me all about
My runaway father,
.
My mother did her best
To bring me up better,
.
My mother told me
I would be a leader
- a speaker
- a fighter,
.
I left my mother' s home
To search for survival,
.
Sam said I have become
A great photographer,
.
I have a craving for the arts
And poems that don't rhyme.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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My brother, a sister and me
She’s lying on the bed, comatose
No familiar faces around, she could stare
Ironic, there was a smell of calitos
Rising up breezily into the air
Somewhere, a patient has died
Of drug overdose
Superstition belief, is to bear
The curse’s door, is to close
Yesterday someone knocked her down
Whilst she was walking down the road
But no one could be found
As who to blame for the sin load
My brother, a sister and me
Watching helplessly
A mother’s love is about to cease
Taste of life will be bitter
God, help us please
You too have taken away our father
My brother, a sister and me
Will life be better?
Those we loved are no longer here
Eternal pains will be forever
My brother, a sister and me
Living in naive, poverty and fear
Thinking who will be
In the next tier,
Climbs to You
To be with our father
And…probably our mother
Too
08/01/2008
Re public of Singapore
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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Being A Mother
MOTHER! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
MOTHER IS A WORD
MOTHER IS A PERSON
MOTHER IS A WOMEN
BUT WAT IS REALLY A MOTHER?
MOTHER! ! ! ! ! !
MOTHER IS WOMEN WHO GIVES BIRTH
NO........
MOTHER IS A WOMEN WHO CARES OF HER BABY
MOTHER IS A WOMEN WHO IS WILLING TO GIVE HER LIFE FOR THEIR BABY'S
ANY WOMEN CAN HAVE A BABY
ANY WOMEN CAN GIVE BIRTH
ANY WOMEN CAN BE CALLED MOM
BUT ONLY A REAL WOMEN
ONLY A REAL MOTHER CAN TAKE OVER HER RESPOSABILITIES
ONLY A WOMEN CAN DO WHATS BEST FOR THEIR CHILD
A MOTHER! ! ! ! ! ! !
A MOTHER LIKE ME
A MOTHER LIKE U
A MOTHER WHO CRIES FOR THEIR CHILD
A MOTHER WHO PRAYS FOR THEIR CHILD
A MOTHER WHO GIVES HER LIFE FOR THEIR CHILD
A MOTHER WHO STARVES TO FEED HER CHILD
A MOTHER WHO IS WILLING TO SLEEP IN THE COLD FOR THEIR CHILD,
A MOTHER WHO MAKES HER CHILDREN FEEL SAFE IN HER ARMS,
BEING THAT MOTHER! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
BEING THAT MOTHER TAKES ALOT OF WOMEN N A PERSON
BEING A MOTHER........
poem by Leticia Sanchez
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On His Father's Side
On his mother’s side
Born in Bethlehem
On his Father’s side
No one before him
On his mother’s side
Growing and learning
On his Father’s side
All knowledge showing
On his mother’s side
Stuck in one location
On his Father’s side
Present in every nation
On his mother’s side
He was hungry
On his Father’s side
The multitudes he did feed
On his mother’s side
At Calvary he died
On his Father’s side
He was the essence of life
On his mother’s side
Buried like other men
On his Father’s side
He rose again
On his mother’s side
Human and weak
On his Father’s side
The God of eternity.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Male parental hierarchy.
My parents are two, grandparents four
And great grandparents, eight and so on.
I am known by my father, his father,
And his father and so on by male side.
My mother, her mother and father, their
Mother and father and so on are ignored.
My fathers’ mother and grandfather’s
Mother and so on go to oblivion.
I am known by my father, his father
And his father and so on as a family.
All women from whom I have drawn
Their genes have been shut out.
Parental hierarchy is represented
By male, women dislodged at every stage.
25.08.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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