No complaints
The only time there is no complaint
When you are late,
And the only time there is no complaint
When you cause friction
Is when you work upon women in bed.
17.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Heart-shaped Box
She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
Ive been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
Ive been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back (alt: ... when you turn black)
Hey! wait!
Ive got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! wait! (alt: hate! haight!)
Ive got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! wait!
Ive got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice
Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on angels hair and babys breath
Broken hymen of your highness Im left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back
Hey! wait!
Ive got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! wait!
Ive got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! wait!
Ive got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice
She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
Ive been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
Ive been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back (alt: ... when you turn black)
Hey! wait!
Ive got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! wait!
Ive got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! wait!
Ive got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice (x3)
song performed by by Nirvana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Heart Shaped Box
She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice
Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on angel's hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice (x3)
song performed by by Evanescence
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I'm glad to see that women have an important role within the industry. My no. 1 complaint would still be that most women are very submissive and victims. I would like to see women portrayed in a much stronger and intelligent capacity.
Who Needs Another Complaint?
WHO NEEDS ANOTHER COMPLAINT?
Who needs another Complaint?
Another poem of pains and sorrows?
We all need Inspiration.
A poem should inspire a bit.
Flat as death
I write this simple commandment
To myself.
Inspire.
“The lone and level sands drift far away.”
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Now my complaint is there are only 18 hours to work in a day.
quote by Heston Blumenthal
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First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint a second time.
First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.
quote by Honore de Balzac
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It's ironic that in our culture everyone's biggest complaint is about not having enough time; yet nothing terrifies us more than the thought of eternity.
quote by Dennis Miller
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First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint a second time.
Balzac in The Member for Arcis
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Democrat
I am a democracy as a dear citizen,
The living of ownership is by dictation.
Throughout the world’s crust my energy is lust,
Never the level of complaint as a trust.
The democratic punch will hurt the men,
Who are the women in the den?
This den is a lair for the thorough work
Operating in the snowy artwork.
May democracy rule the pleasure of men,
Just as the governing of people is again.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A little less complaint and whining, and a little more dogged work and manly striving, would do us more credit than a thousand civil rights bills.
quote by W.E.B. Du Bois
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Where Does The Time Go?
Ive got a great big problem that I cant fix.
I think its quarter to three when its half past six.
Everythings early or way too late.
Now I never can remember the day and the date.
Never used to be this much trouble before.
I used to watch the clock but not anymore.
I used to keep track of the time Id lose,
But now the whole thing has me so confused.
I have to find a new job every week or so,
cause no one needs a man whos always fast or slow.
Still youll get no complaint from me,
But what can the answer be?
Where does the time go when Im with you?
How many hours do I lose every day?
They recombine when Im missing you,
Slowing me down like a digital delay.
Where does the time go when Im with you?
Why does it seem like theres never enough?
Its just like Im living split in two.
Two kinds of time when youre out and in love.
Theres only so much pleasure a man can take,
til his brain starts to go and his senses fade.
Doesnt need to eat or drink or sleep.
Cant feel a thing cause hes in too deep.
Walks around thinking that the world is fine,
While an alien force takes over his mind.
And then he throws away every single dime,
And the last thing to go is his sense of time.
But then if youre having fun,
Who cares if youre that far gone?
They tell me that times not free.
What did time ever do for me?
And if I dont see thats wrong,
Then maybe Im too far gone.
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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That'll Work
I never judge a man
By the color of his skin,
But by what I see--
That'll work!
I never judge a man
By what people say,
But by what I know--
That'll work!
I never judge a man
By what is said of him,
But by what I see--
That'll work!
True love is unlimited.
It goes on without complaint.
It offers without expectation--
That'll work.
True love protects without explanation;
It gives without asking.
True love is forever.
That'll work.
poem by Vaudaline Thomas
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Don't Be The One To Hold Onto This Molding Done
The giving of unlimited patience,
To someone in constant complaint mode...
Grows old.
Like a balding tire that needs to be replaced.
And has run out of valuable tread.
Get real with this!
Don't wait until that tire blows.
To believe it will assist instead...
In the delivery to and from,
With you in safe passage.
Get real with this!
And slow down to examine it for what it is.
Make the necessary change and be on your way!
With a sigh of relief when you leave.
The giving of unlimited patience,
To someone in constant complaint mode...
Grows old.
Like a balding tire that needs to be replaced.
And has run out of valuable tread.
Get real with this.
Slow down to examine it for what it is.
And make the necessary changes.
Don't delay speeding away,
From that which has been corrected and fixed.
Get real with this quick.
The giving of unlimited patience,
To someone in constant complaint mode...
Grows old.
Don't be the one to hold onto this molding done!
Get real with this.
Slow down to examine it for what it is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Predator Prey Early Morning
i could be an early bird today
that catches no worm
but i do not really mind
being early is enough
having to find something to eat
because there is nothing yet
to prey upon a chance
is another
at most
an early bird does its best
one time
after another
time
till it is finally
eaten
by another early predator
who makes
the same complaint
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Its Too Late To Change The Time
[intro]
Too late
Too late
Too late
[verse 1]
In this automatic age
We shop through the yellow page
Gone is the corner store
There is a supermarket there for you
People give way to change
But feelings remain the same
[chorus]
And its too late, too late to change the time
Well its too late, too late to change the time
And its too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
[verse 2]
Its a new day, a new age
A photograph just taken, is ready one minute later
Cars are bigger and better
But the manufacturers sastified never
In a world full of crime
I cant let you think thats right
[chorus]
And its too late, too late to change the time
And its too late, too late to change the time
And its too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
No, no
[bridge 1]
So you wanna be a star (so you wanna be a star)
You are who you think you are (ah think you are)
You dont have to go further
Than my loving arms
[chorus half]
And its too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
[bridge 2]
Are you sure you wanna go to new york city (new york city)
Where girls make it big if theyre pretty (if they pretty)
Let say you get that penthouse view
But whos gonna love you the way I do (just the way I do)
[chorus]
Its too late, too late to change the time
And its too late, too late to change the time, no
Too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus]
Its too late, too late to change the time
Its too late, too late to change the time
Ooh, too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Haert-Shaped Box
She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for a week
I was drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back
Hey
Wait
I've got a new conplaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hate
Haight
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your prieless advice
Hey
Wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself angel's hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back
song performed by by Nirvana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Heart - Shaped Box
She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for a week
I was drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back
Hey
Wait
I've got a new conplaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hate
Haight
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your prieless advice
Hey
Wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself angel's hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back
song performed by by Nirvana from In Utero
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fear Of Flying
by erica jong
the most uninhibited
delicious
erotic novel of a woman
ever written
and then
continue with
parachutes and kisses
the woman
exposing her most
intimate sexual feelings
it is all about women
in a completely
new way
why not?
go beyond the
catcher in the rye
and portnoy's complaint
sass, brightness and
take a bite
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Herminia
as usual she is silent
an absorber among the group
of the pioneering teachers
of the school
she dyes her hair
completely black to hide her age.
she married late
and got a drunkard and gambler
for a husband.
her silence is understandable.
what she hears she keeps to herself
but they won't stay long
she is full
of angst, stories about marital
abuse files her mind,
her children have grown up
and had lives of their own.
she is alone, like everybody else
in this party
what will she talk about? will she
make a complaint? will she pour
her regrets over a bottle of beer.
she is old enough. And time
is too short.
She listens. There is no other
thing worth doing
in this valley of tears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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