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Rivera's Place...

there was singing,
the girl with a pigtail has angelic voice
the guy beside her strums the guitar
most of the good guys here
have white hairs
and the women are fat,
no one seems to be sexy
attending
the funeral.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Guitar At Two In The Morn

Someone strums a guitar, at two in the morn,
Such a melancholy sound.
In the darkest hours before the dawn,
Where only silence does abound.

The body of a woman, weeping in the night,
While somebody strums her strings.
A tortured soul, before first light,
While the guitar gently sings.

poem by Juan Olivarez
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Im Just A Gurl

'I'm just a girl
With jet black hair
With some red
Here and there.

I'm just a girl
With converse shoes
A beat up voice
To play Muse.

I'm just a girl
That loves to be one of the guys
I breathe the crowds
And passerby

I'm just a girl
I love all my friends
funny guys rings
And teasing my guys

I'm just a girl
I'm living life.
It's actually fun
If you attempt to try. '

poem by Neyri Castaneda
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Fly Girl

Well, it's almost nightfall
And there's no forecast of rainfall
And i'm in the mood for a party
So i'm gonna go out to a club
And give the dancefloor body
So i jump in the car and go to the venue
Walk in the door and now i'm on the menu
Guys in the house, they're wacthing me
They're clocking me, there's no stopping me
(refrain)
(desire) i know you want me
(you're fine) thank you
But i'm not the type of girl that you think i am
I don't jump into the arms of every man
(but i'm paid) i don't need your money
(i love you) you must be mad
Easy lover is something that i ain't
Besides, i don't know you from a can of paint
Tell me why is it when i walk past the guys
I always hear, yo, baby?
I mean like what's the big idea?
I'm a queen, nuff respect
Treat me like a lady
And, no, my name ain't yo and i ain't got your baby
I'm looking for a guy who's sincere
One with class and savoir faire
I'm looking for someone who has to be
Perfect for the queen latifah me
(fly girl, fly girl)
(come here, cuz you're sexy and you're fine)
(and i want you to be mine)
(fly girl, fly girl)
(have no fear, your heart is in good hands)
(won't you let me be your man?)
All my friends are in relationships
Some of then good ones and some of them bad ones
Some of the bad ones took a turn for the better
And some of the good ones ended up sad ones
You see? loving, it ain't hard to get
I want a friend not just a lover
Someone who is dedicated only to me
Not to me and two or three others
One who will not lie to me or think
He can get my love by buying me
I know i'll find him some day
And when i find him
He sure won't say
(repeat refrain)
(fly girl, fly girl
(come here, cuz you're sexy and you're fine)
(and i want you to be mine)
(fly girl, fly girl, have no fear)
(have no fear, your heart is in good hands)
(won't you let me be your man?)
Lounging, sitting in the house
And i'm cooling, first day of the week
So there's nothing to do
And i'm in the mood for a real soft kiss
Momma never said there'll be days like this
So i called her and we talked for a while
Hang up the phone feeling better
With a smile
It's cool, cuz 91 is my year
And this time i know im gonna hear
(fly girl, fly girl, come here)
(come here, cuz you're sexy and you're fine)
(and i want you to be mine)
(fly girl, fly girl)
(have no fear, your heart is in good hands)
(won't you let me be your man?)
(repeat refrain)
Fly girl (15x)

song performed by by Queen Latifah
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The tiny Bar behind the junk yard

It's very sad to see
The cemetery of Automobiles
At the Twilight!
Like dead souls
Piled up to the sky.
A Guy comes out of the rickety gate
With an acoustic guitar
And he enters the bar.
It's full of smoke
With dim lights
And here & there
Women & Men dance.
Waiting for him to sing.
He sips a can of beer
And strums the guitar
Then started singing;
'Here's the tiny bar
Behind the junk yard
Once those beautiful cars
Ran like Jets; Yet seemed to be proud
And showed the prestige!
My life's a car
But I cannot go far
When it's not roadworthy
I have to come here
As they say I am not trustworthy!
My life is a car
Though it's roadworthy
Where can I go
If the paths were closed unanimously?

*Humbly to the poetess Vessy in gratitude!

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Normal Girl

Shy Girl Wont show her face,
Sexy girl dressed in lace,
sad girl she'll blow her sorrow
Atractive Girl, The guys will follow
Bully Girl She Is a sin
Weak Girl, She will not Win
Lonely Girl All on her own
Chatty Girl On the Phone
Suicide Girl, she wont be here tomorrow
Emo Girl, With a heart thats Hollow
Scared Girl No Where to Hide
Naughty Girl The one that Lied
Adventurous girl, who's out and about
Victim Girl, who wont go out
Phsyco girl she fell Off the Swing
Slutty Girl, who had the one night Fling
Depressed Girl so empty inside
Lazy Girl The one that Sighed

poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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The Pigtail

There lived a sage in days of yore,
And he a handsome pigtail wore;
But wondered much, and sorrowed more,
Because it hung behind him.

He mused upon this curious case,
And swore he’d change the pigtail’s place,
And have it hanging at his face,
Not dangling there behind him.

Says he, “The mystery I’ve found;
I’ll turn me round.” He turned him round,
But still it hung behind him.

Then round, and round, and out, and in,
All day the puzzled sage did spin;
In vain—it mattered not a pin—
The pigtail hung behind him.

And right, and left, and round about,
And up, and down, and in, and out
He turned. But still the pigtail stout
Hung steadily behind him.

And though his efforts never slack,
And though he twist, and whirl, and tack,
Alas! still faithful to his back
The pigtail hangs behind him!

poem by Adelbert von Chamisso
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Normal Girl

Normal Girl Maybe Tomorrow..

poem by Ruby Coll
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A girl with a guitar

Her curving fingers strum the old guitar
Softly almost shyly she hums a love song
She gazes at the empty space
With watering eyes she finishes her song

The little boy next to her,
Takes a can from his shabby bag
He stretches it to the passengers
Some give him the coins some not

Both now get off from the bus
The girl pats the little boy hair
'Today, brother; ' said she
'It's our last holiday....'

It's Monday morning
Brother and sister get into the bus
They still have worry face
Will tomorrow we still go to school?

Although life gives many choices
But they don't offer anything
The girl with the guitar in the bus
Strums the choice she's never chosen

poem by Nenden Suherni
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A Tragic Story

There lived a sage in days of yore,
And he a handsome pigtail wore;
But wondered much and sorrowed more,
Because it hung behind him.

He mused upon this curious case,
And swore he'd change the pigtail's place,
And have it hanging at his face,
Not dangling there behind him.

Says he, 'The mystery I've found -
Says he, 'The mystery I've found!
I'll turn me round,' - he turned him round;
But still it hung behind him.

Then round and round, and out and in,
All day the puzzled sage did spin;
In vain - it mattered not a pin -
The pigtail hung behind him.

And right and left and round about,
And up and down and in and out
He turned; but still the pigtail stout
Hung steadily behind him.

And though his efforts never slack,
And though he twist and twirl, and tack,
Alas! Still faithful to his back,
The pigtail hangs behind him.

poem by William Makepeace Thackeray
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Girl in my guitar

she comes to me every night into my dreams, .. the same as the night be-fore

dressed up she dances and sings all here words to me so presish and sweet
she is the one I adore...
i wake from the dream with her there laying sound asleep like the every night before

i know when she sleeps she can tell thats shes next to me as she pulls her self closer
inside of my arms

oh love you are my girl.....
forever you have my heart
for as long as were on this world...
you 'll be the girl in my guitar
no matter how long apart...
no matter just where you are....
your the best that i've had by far.....
ohhh the girl in my guitar.....
the girl in my guitar

(VERSE 2)

she lights up a room like a the the sun reflecting off the moon.. like a lantern that burns
inside
shes the furnace that warms all the cold that i 've felt before the feelings she create for
me it's so hard to hide
her sweet supple lips to her goosebump-giving fingertips keeps the spark that we share
alive..
her silk flowing hair to the sexy little things she wears...keeps me excited til the
moment she arrives
(CHORUS B)

ohh love you are my girl....
forever you have my heart.....
as long as were on this world, ..
you'll be the girl in my guitar...
no matter how long apart...
no matter where you are...
your the best that i've had by far....
ohhh the girl in my guitar...
the girl in my guitar

(VERSE 3)

the love that we share and the way that she shows she cares it's never been shown
before
like an angel above she has showered me with endless love shes my drug of choice
she keeps me coming back for more
i'll sing her her song as she lays there she'll sing along... with every word i say..
as two melt to one all my defenses all overcome for we'll be together forever never
been this sure

(CHORUS 3)

the girl in my guitar

the girl in my guitar...

poem by Michael Murphy
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Poetry Is Sexy

Poetry is sexy
Its lyrics aim to please

Poetry is sexy
Engaging in its tease

Poetry is sexy
It radiates with verb

Poetry is sexy
Every idyllic word

Poetry is sexy
Refined for purity

Poetry is sexy
Stripped of subtlety

Poetry is sexy
When read between the lines

Poetry is sexy
Laced with frilly rhymes

Poetry is sexy
Both singular and plural

Poetry is sexy
Every exclamatory swirl

Poetry is sexy
Grammatically raw

Poetry is sexy
Even typos and all

Poetry is sexy
Consummated publicly

Poetry is sexy
When performed properly

Poetry is sexy
Irrespective of its font

Poetry is sexy
Fashioned any way you want

poem by Brian Dorn
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The Sweet And The Bad

He said 'why do all the girls go for the bad boys? '

She said because they seem more exciting
than the nice sweet guys
and like a peacock,
the one that struts more
gets more attention
from all the women.

It is like they exude confidence
and that is reassuring.'

He said, but they are the ones
who treat the women bad,
break their hearts,
sleep around
and then leave behind
a bitter trail of angry girls
who hook up with nice sweet guys
who they then take that anger out on
and the sweet guys play the door mat
and take all that anger, hoping to get laid.
But when they don't
they get angry and meet up with that nice sweet girl
who thinks she likes bad boys,
(sweet guy is now angry guy, attracting sweet girl)
the sweet guy is now bad angry guy-
mistreats sweet girl and the cycle begins again.

Now if sweet girl meets sweet guy and they hook up
one maybe sooner or later begins to wonder if they missed
something with bad boy or bad girl.
And they stray. Now we have a new bad boy and a new bad girl
divorced and on the prowl for whom?

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Angelic Me

My teacher told me to behave
But behaving’s what I never craved
She thought I acted too outlandish
Just being me was too out-Stan-dish

The girl’s pigtail in the inkwell soaked
How it got there was my little joke
I whistled when teacher turned her back
Music’s what our classroom lacked

To the principals’ office I was sent
It clearly became a daily event
She told him I was rude and frightful
Yet my friends in class thought me delightful

My mother when she came to school
He told her I was the classroom fool
She didn’t believe that awful man
Could say that of her angel Stan

Whistlers’ mother, she knew best
She knew her son was not a pest
So much to my teachers’ dismay
I was back in class the very next day

The inkwell reclaimed that girls’ pigtail
The teacher warned, but to no avail
Behind back whistles, once more the norm
Angelic me was back in form

poem by Stanley Cooper
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A Man with a Guitar

Men talk on the public square,
Pigeons eat on the sidewalk and fly,
Women flirt and feed the pigeons.

Men, envious of pigeons,
Desire more attention from the women
But women only notice birds who know how to sing.

There comes a nightingale that starts singing
And attention moves from pigeons to nightingales;
There comes a man with a guitar, and he starts playing

And singing like a nightingale.
A woman allured by these new sounds
Forgets the pigeons and nightingales;

She shyly starts to sing
And turns to a man with a guitar.

poem by Dejan Stojanovic
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Sexy Girl

Sexy girl
She doesnt look good
I mean she isnt thin
She doesnt have a perfect skin
But shes so mmmhh...
Hey shes so mmmhh...aha
So schalalalala
Hey shes so mmmhh...
She is cool
She has red hair
The way she walks
Oh, oh yeah
Shes so mmmhh... oh oh yeah
Sexy girl
She always laughs at everything
At everyone she meets
Hey shes so mmmhh...
Lalalalala dadadada du dadada
Shes so mmmhh... oh oh year
Sexy girl
She doesnt look good
I mean she isnt thin
She doesnt have a perfect skin
But shes so mmmhh...
Hey shes so mmmhh...aha
So schalalalala
Hey shes so mmmhh...
Chorus
Mmh oh yeah
Sexy girl
Something in her eyes
Something in her smile
Something around her when she cries
Chorus
Sexy girl

song performed by by Wonderwall
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I'm Singing (A Song You Like) :

I'm singing and playing guitar.
I'm singing and playing guitar.
I'm singing, I'm singing a song you like..

And if you want me, and need me real bad.
Just call me.
I'm there when you want.
Just call me.
I'm there when you need my love.

I'll give you, the things that you need.
I'll give you, the things that you want.
I'll give you, the love that you need from me..

Because I'm singing and playing guitar.
I'm singing and playing guitar.
I'm singing, I'm singing a song you like.

When I give you, the love that you need.
Return, your love to me.
Return, your love to me at once..

Because I'm singing and playing guitar.
I'm singing and playing guitar.
I'm singing, I'm singing a song you like.

And when you call me.
Please want me real bad.
I need you.
I need you real bad.
I love you.
I love you for what you are.

I'm singing and playing guitar.
I'm singing and playing guitar.
I'm singing, I'm singing a song you like..

See>>www.edwardspoetry.com

poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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Scrubs In The Mall

Women think they can change the male,
they fall for kind of guy that is helpless and pale,
“He’s got a drug problem I got to help him”,
“His boss is no good, there’s always something.”
Women shop and you see them walking around with these guys,
Guys are all scrubby walking three feet behind.
The guys go to the parking lot with the same walk,
She hands him the keys to her car, they don’t even talk.
He doesn’t have money, he doesn’t have a car
she’s paying for the gas to get keep him the shiny star.
Now some end up on Jerry Springer,
all the same drama, no one is a winner.
Women don’t need to be caretaker to this guy,
if guy is not mature he’s not worth the time.

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Poetry Is Sexy

POETRY IS SEXY.
Poetry is sexy,
These girl clothed in verbal
Tense,
Poetry is sexy
The beautiful wig fixed
On the Queens head.
Poetry is sexy
Distinctive letters with
Natural bliss,
Poetry is sexy
Ornament of blessings
Mirage with endless
Lessons,
Poetry is sexy
The comic bearing
You laugh to gain
Tremendous energy,
Poetry is sexy
Pregnant lettering
Ready to deliver triplets
Without ending.
Talk to me
Isn't poetry sexy?
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.

poem by Habib Akewusola
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How I Want My Girl To Be

I WANT MY GIRL TO BE SHORT, BECAUSE I WANT HER TO GET HIGHER WITH ME

I WANT MY GIRL TO BE FEARLESS, SO IN THE TIMES OF BATTLE SHE CAN STAND ON HER OWN FEET

I WANT MY GIRL TO BE A LEADER, SO SHE CAN WALK SIDE TO SIDE WITH ME

I WANT MY GIRL TO BE RUTHLESS, BECAUSE NOTHING IN LIFE IS FREE

I WANT MY GIRL TO BE STRONG, BECAUSE WHEN I AM WEAK SHE BE THE ONE CARRYING ME

I WANT MY GIRL TO BE EDUCATED, BECAUSE MATERIALS CAN FADE TODAY, BUT NO ONE CAN TAKE KNOWLEDGE AWAY

I WANT MY GIRL TO BE FAITHFUL, BECAUSE LOYALTY IS PRICELESS TO ME

I WANT MY GIRL TO BE UNDERSTANDING, NOT JUDGMENTAL BECAUSE WE ALL FACE TRIALS YOU SEE

I WANT MY GIRL TO BE SEXY, NOT SO PHYSICAL I MEAN, LIL BLACK DRESS & BRAINS IS ALL YOU NEED

I WANT MY GIRL TO BE EXACTLY WANT SHE WANTS TO BE, YOU KNOW BECAUSE ALL WOMEN ARE QUEENS TO ME…

That's exactly how I would love my girl be! I may not be a KING but I'll try my hardest to be!

poem by DeJota Barajas
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The unknown rockstar

He sits in the park
Singing to his own tune
Strumming his guitar to his own chords

The park was rather busy this afternoon
But yet no one seems to see him
As if their life was too busy or important
To just stop and pay attention
To this one guy

Maybe just maybe
Nobody could care about this stranger
This stranger sitting at the park

Well maybe that’s not entirely true
For there is this one girl

Every chance she’s able to go
She comes to the park
In search of him
The unknown rockstar

The guy with no name
With a voice that no words could describe
His talent with a guitar that no one can match up to

He’s an unknown guy
That’s why no one notices him
That is, besides one girl
Who just notices him
As the unknown rockstar

poem by Storm Pedersen
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A Guitar At Two In The Morn

Im Just A Gurl

Fly Girl

The tiny Bar behind the junk yard

Normal Girl

The Pigtail

Normal Girl

A girl with a guitar

A Tragic Story

Girl in my guitar

Poetry Is Sexy

The Sweet And The Bad

Angelic Me

A Man with a Guitar

Sexy Girl

I'm Singing (A Song You Like) :

Scrubs In The Mall

Poetry Is Sexy

How I Want My Girl To Be

The unknown rockstar

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