Who The Hell Is Charles?
wrinkled and unshaven and foul
charles takes pride
that two women quarelled
over his underwear
just this
morning after he just
woke up
from his drunken sleep
last night
he smiles in a corner
and prides
himself about these crazy women
competing
for the big bulge
between his hairy legs
he is 58
and his abs are gone
his legs shaky
and his chest
looks like empty
he laughs
at these women
pulling their hair
and tearing their blouses
and hitting each other
with stilleto shoes
(common charles
how much money did you pay
for each whore
on this
midlife crisis of your
what the hell
is this charles!)
your wife
left you, and there you are
padding
your brief with fresh
eggplant and throwing
your money
to these cheap whores
at the pub)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Understanding Bukowski Now
Later in life I've really come to understand Bukowski.
Without women money would have no meaning,
Men would have no taste.
Soap operas truly are fictional,
Men aren't affectionate out of bed.
Colonel Sanders really is a gender icon,
All he cared about, legs, breasts, and thighs.
Without women man would never truly understand,
The meaning of an alien race.
Why do Black Widow spiders kill their mate after mating?
Just ask any women!
Men marry virgins to avoid the criticism.
Women marry virgins, but there aren't any.
The futility of the arrangement of life!
Charles how I'm beginning to understand.
poem by Barry A. Lanier
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To The Whore Who Took My Poems
some say we should keep personal remorse from the
poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;
twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have
my
paintings too, my best ones; its stifling:
are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them?
why didn't you take my money? they usually do
from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner.
next time take my left arm or a fifty
but not my poems:
I'm not Shakespeare
but sometime simply
there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise;
there'll always be mony and whores and drunkards
down to the last bomb,
but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Women Seem
Written by John Mellencamp
Women seem to like me
They seem to like what I have to say
When they see me out in public
Women seem to look my way
Women seem to treat me so gracious
They sing me to sleep with a song
But there always seems to be a problem
Women don't seem to like me long
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Women seem to want me
To stay with them all night
We have so much in common
Our futures really do seem bright
Women seem to forgive me
They seem to become my very good friends
But when it comes time for a commitment
The romance always seems to end
They tell me all their stories
We lay awake and talk all night
Maybe it's me I don't know
But in the morning there always seems to be some kind of fight
La La La La La
Well women seem to be so clever
I love all the jokes that they tell
Like my last boyfriend really hurt me in bed
Hey but you seem to fit so well
Women sure can hurt your feelings
They can burn you down and not make a sound
And then they call me up and say hey come over
My husband has just left town
They tell me all their stories
We lay awake and laugh all night
Maybe it's me I don't know
But in the morning there always seems to be some kind of fight
Women seem to love houses
I've bought a couple for one or two
Women seem to think all men are louses
And I guess I think so too
Women seem so much smarter
Than your average Joe
Women seem to be a little more intuitive
And when they lie nobody knows
Well women seem to know how to keep a secret
They don't blabbermouth just for show
Fifty percent of their charm is illusion
And that is a good thing to know
-aca
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Women - the bad ones
Women are like cats
so pretty and devious all in the same way.
When they want something they'll come a purring.
All want to be fussed over like with Daddy.
I used to bend over backwards to help women
Now I don't give a shit.
I used to respect them but all of its waste of time.
Used to buy a drink
Now they drink it and run off to next poor sucker.
But now some motherf****r is getting them back
spiking their drinks and having their way.
I am not as sick as them.
I just tired of being stabbed in the heart.
Once bitten, twice shy.
A saying so true.
Now women just make me blue.
When I had money, they'd line up to get some.
Got tired of golddiggers and whores
Its left me with a bad taste.
Loving someone - not worth it.
Love is bullshit.
Can't find anyway to love me for who I am.
The only woman who is genuine
was the one who brought me to life.
I can't spare time or effort on today's women
they are a waste of time.
If you want respect,
your earn it otherwise go wallow in your own bullshit.
My own company is better.
I have waste my money on shoes or makeup
I just wish you would fucking shut up.
You women you cry for equality
But even good guys like me are sick to death.
Of your campaign.
God may have us equal
But i dont see that now.
I feel nothing for women
I'm all dried out.
poem by Ibrar Siddiqi
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This Women
Well she walks like you in so many ways
Its a different look
Its a different time of day
One look in her eyes
How can I make you understand
Shes the one good thing thats happened in so many years
Theres been so many tears
When we lost the dream
And the winter came
And you said goodbye
And I dont want another reason to cry
You be all you wanna be
You got the longest night
Baby, be alone
I share my dream with someone else
I dont wanna talk about her
This women - shes tearing my world apart
This women - dont know what shes doing
This women - touchs me and I lose control
Shes living inside my soul
This women - I dont even know her name
This women - dont know what shes doing
This women goes through me like a hurricane
Falling in love again
To make those long legs mine - is all I care about
Shes got so much to give - I got to be the one
I got to have
Someone to hold
I got to make it with that women
When the nights get hot
And she goes walking by
And the city lights - and the city lights
They make you blind
I go insane
But am I crazy if she feels the same
You believe what you believe
You got the darkest night
Baby , be alone
I take my love to someone else
She was made to measure for me
You be all you wanna be
You got the longest night
Baby , be alone
I share my dream with someone else
I dont wanna talk about her
This women - shes tearing my world apart
This women - dont know what shes doing
This women - touchs me and I lose control
Shes living inside my soul
This women - I dont even know her name
This women - dont know what shes doing
This women goes through me like a hurricane
Falling in love again
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Women In Uniform
Beehive hairdo, 45 on the hip
Patrolwoman Saunders, don't you give her no whip
Took me to the station for a breathtest
then back to the bedroom for some house-arrest
[Chorus:]
Women in uniform, sometimes they look so cold
Women in uniform, but, Oh! They feel so warm
Coming back to London on a 747
Stewardess made me feel like I'm in heaven
Looking up the aisle to see what I could see
She leaned over said; Give it to me
White apron, brown leather shoes
The nurse at the clinic left my heart all bruised
Gave me a massage, sprained my right
Now she takes my temperature every night
[Chorus]
Women in uniform, Women in uniform
Women in uniform, Women in uniform
Commando raid on the Lebanese border
Sergeant Anita, she gives the order
Khaki jacket and a love gun
Baby, I surrender, let's have some fun
[Chorus]
[Solo]
[Chorus]
Women in uniform, Women in uniform
Women in uniform, Women in uniform
Women in uniform, Khaki, white and blue
Women in uniform, coming after you
Women, women, Women in uniform
Women, women, Women in uniform
[Chorus]
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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He's Far From Dead
He's far from dead his heart is ticking
Although he looks like one near death
No he's very much alive and kicking
There's lots of living in him yet.
He may be in his early seventies
And he may look skinny, gray and pale
But looks can often be deceiving
And he's not ill though he looks frail.
He has a thing for younger women
And at them he never fails to smile
And they say he's such a lovely old chap
And they always buy into his guile.
A man is old when at women he stops looking
But to him that hardly does apply
And though he may look old, wrinkled and weary
He is not ready yet to die.
He fancies women than him decades younger
And women of his own age he ignore
One mature lady to him takes a fancy
But he feels she's too old for him at sixty four.
He may look old and on his last legs
With one foot almost in the grave
But looks in his case are deceiving
And for some-one else your pity save.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Cavalier Tunes: Give a Rouse
King Charles, and who'll do him right now?
King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now?
Give a rouse: here's, in Hell's despite now,
King Charles!
Who gave me the goods that went since?
Who raised me the house that sank once?
Who helped me to gold I spent since?
Who found me in wine you drank once?
(Chorus)
King Charles, and who'll do him right now?
King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now?
Give a rouse: here's, in Hell's despite now,
King Charles!
To whom used my boy George quaff else,
By the old fool's side that begot him?
For whom did he cheer and laugh else,
While Noll's damned troopers shot him?
(Chorus)
King Charles, and who'll do him right now?
King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now?
Give a rouse: here's, in Hell's despite now,
King Charles!
poem by Robert Browning
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Give a Rouse
I
King Charles, and who'll do him right now?
King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now?
Give a rouse: here's, in hell's despite now,
King Charles!
II
Who gave me the goods that went since?
Who raised me the house that sank once?
Who helped me to gold I spent since?
Who found me in wine you drank once?
Chorus. King Charles, and who'll do him right now?
King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now?
Give a rouse: here's, in hell's despite now,
King Charles!
III
To whom used my boy George quaff else,
By the old fool's side that begot him?
For whom did he cheer and laugh else,
While Noll's damned troopers shot him?
Chorus. King Charles, and who'll do him right now?
King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now?
Give a rouse: here's, in hell's despite now,
King Charles!
poem by Robert Browning from Cavalier Tunes (1842)
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The Gold Coast Sugar Daddies
On the Gold Coast are many 'sugar daddies'
From fifty upwards beyond the three score
You see them hand in hand with younger women
From nineteen, twenty up to twenty four.
You see them wearing wigs to hide their baldness
And they use hair dyes to cover their gray
But they can't seem to hide their big pot bellies
And that of course a natural give away.
You see them with the finest of young women
Quite beautiful and dressed to catch the eye
They snuggle up to their old sugar daddies
Not much of course that money cannot buy.
They seem so proud to be seen with young beauties
How vain and stupid some old men can be
These women only want them for their money
But for some strange reason this they cannot see.
These women do not love their sugar daddies
They only use them for financial gain
And how these old men can't tell true love from falseness
Is something way beyond me to explain.
It doesn't mean if you are older you are wiser
For wisdom to an old man can't be taught
They think young women love them not their money
But they forget that women can be bought.
Some women put money ahead of feelings
And to the weakness of wealthy older men they play
They lead the fool on further for his money
But women on a whole are not that way.
You always see them with the finest women
Young and beautiful and dressed to catch the eye
These ageing 'sugar daddies' of the Gold Coast
There is not much that money cannot buy.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Only Woman Bleed
Man's got his woman to take his seed
He's got the power - oh
She's got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man
She feeds him dinner or anything she can
She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Man makes your hair gray
He's your life's mistake
All you're really lookin' for is an even break
He lies right at you
You know you hate this game
He slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain
She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Black eyes all of the time
Don't spend a dime
Clean up this grime
And you there down on your knees begging me please come
Watch me bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Women
Women...
Some budy
Called flower...
Some budy
Called moon...
Some budy
Called Brandy...
Somebudy
Called hourse...
Some budy
Called donkey...
Some budy
Called basterd...
Some calling
Some of word's
Women with women's...
This words are
Not full fill
The women...
World wide
Women is beauty...
Women is sexy...
Thats thats...
But...
Women is what...?
Not only women
Women is your mother...
Women is your sister...
Women is your wife...
Women is doughter...
Women is your gran mother...
Women is your friend...
Not only above...
Women is a human...
Human is women...
Understand too
All women's...
With your heart...
At your humunity...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Only Women Bleed
Man's got his woman to take his seed
He's got the power - oh
She's got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man
She feeds him dinner or anything she can
She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Man makes your hair gray
He's your life's mistake
All you're really lookin' for is an even break
He lies right at you
You know you hate this game
He slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain
She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Black eyes all of the time
Don't spend a dime
Clean up this grime
And you there down on your knees begging me please come
Watch me bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
song performed by by Alice Cooper from Welcome To My Nightmare
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The Women Dance
The Women Dance
The women dance they move the hand twere a man twould look so gay they bend and stretch they sway
they pirouette they even split while they are young they genuflect
they have some fun they never walk the women dance
-
poem by Charles Hice
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Three Ladies Dancing In My Mind
the first one was white and smooth
baby lips and natural black hair
the second one was aggressive
like my mother telling me every details
to be done in my life
the third one does not speak
lurks in the corner and waits.
they all dance in my mind
not having chosen whom
until they all stop and then
leave me alone
in my indecision
the three women dance in the world
taking their other options
throwing their legs
in crazy steps
mechanically less my love
and affection.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Only Women Bleed
Man's got his woman to take his seed
He's got the power - oh
She's got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man
She feeds him dinner or anything she can
She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Man makes your hair gray
He's your life's mistake
All you're really lookin' for is an even break
He lies right at you
You know you hate this game
He slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain
She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Black eyes all of the time
Don't spend a dime
Clean up this grime
And you there down on your knees begging me please come
Watch me bleed.
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
song performed by by Guns N' Roses
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A women
Women is
Mother...
Women is
sister...
Women is
Gran maa...
women is
Friend....
Women is
Family...
Women is
Nation...
Women is
World....
Women is
Power of univers...
Univers Also
Power of women...
Women is not only
Women...
A women is
Homeable gods...
A women is
Loveable goodes...
With goodness...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The Three Fishers
1 Three fishers went sailing away to the west,
2 Away to the west as the sun went down;
3 Each thought on the woman who loved him the best,
4 And the children stood watching them out of the town;
5 For men must work, and women must weep,
6 And there's little to earn, and many to keep,
7 Though the harbour bar be moaning.
8 Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower,
9 And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down;
10 They looked at the squall, and they looked at the shower,
11 And the night-rack came rolling up ragged and brown.
12 But men must work, and women must weep,
13 Though storms be sudden, and waters deep,
14 And the harbour bar be moaning.
15 Three corpses lay out on the shining sands
16 In the morning gleam as the tide went down,
17 And the women are weeping and wringing their hands
18 For those who will never come home to the town;
19 For men must work, and women must weep,
20 And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep;
21 And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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Outside Woman Blues
By arthur blind willie reynolds
If you lose your money, great god, dont lose your mind.
If you lose your money, great god, dont lose your mind.
And if you lose your woman, please dont fool with mine.
Im gonna buy me a bulldog, watch my lady whilst I sleep.
Im gonna buy me a bulldog, watch my lady whilst I sleep.
cause women these days, theyre so doggone crooked,
That they might make off fore day creep.
Well, you cant watch your wife and your outside women, too.
You know you cant watch your wife and your outside womens, too.
Cause when youre out with your women, your wife will be at home,
Cooking your food, doing a dirt, buddy what you trying to do?
You cant watch your wife and your outside womens, too.
You know you cant watch your wife and your outside women, too.
When youre out with your women, your wife will be at home,
Doing a dirt, cooking your food, buddy what you trying to do?
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Outside Woman Blues
By arthur blind willie reynolds
If you lose your money, great god, dont lose your mind.
If you lose your money, great god, dont lose your mind.
And if you lose your woman, please dont fool with mine.
Im gonna buy me a bulldog, watch my lady whilst I sleep.
Im gonna buy me a bulldog, watch my lady whilst I sleep.
cause women these days, theyre so doggone crooked,
That they might make off fore day creep.
Well, you cant watch your wife and your outside women, too.
You know you cant watch your wife and your outside womens, too.
Cause when youre out with your women, your wife will be at home,
Cooking your food, doing a dirt, buddy what you trying to do?
You cant watch your wife and your outside womens, too.
You know you cant watch your wife and your outside women, too.
When youre out with your women, your wife will be at home,
Doing a dirt, cooking your food, buddy what you trying to do?
song performed by by Cream
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