A leggy woman
I'm black and I'm scary
I'm fast and I'm hairy,
my legs are all skinny,
my body is fat.
Most women hate me
their men folk all chase me
as then underfoot
they make me go crack!
If I take a husband
I'll have lots of babies
and then when he dies
I'll gobble him all up.
Well I'm not sentimental
my head rules my heart
and I'd rather be single
than hungry by far!
I'm a spider lets face it
and though I could lace it
with fine woven webs from
here to Hong Kong.
I'm a whore pure and simple
I haven't a dimple
and just like a pimple
you'd all like me gone!
poem by Ruth Walters

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Countess From Hong Kong
Countess from hong kong she moves so lightly
Like the summer rain
Everytime I see and I think about her
It ends up the same
Walkin the streets out in singapore
It was a funny sight
But let me say the countess from hong kong
She did everything right
Countess from hong kong
Oh, countess from hong kong
Countess from hong kong she moves so lightly
Shes like the summer breeze
And all of the princes they came from india
They fell down on their knees
Silks and satins, what a purple suede
She cut among the trees
Countess from hong kong believe me baby
Now youre, ooohhh, like a summer breeze
Oh, countess from hong kong
Countess from hong kong
song performed by by Velvet Underground

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Countess From Hong Kong (demo)
Countess from Hong Kong she moves so lightly
like the summer rain
Everytime I see and I think about her
it ends up the same
Walkin' the streets out in Singapore
it was a funny sight
But let me say the countess from Hong Kong
she did everything right
Countess from Hong Kong
oh, countess from Hong Kong
Countess from Hong Kong she moves so lightly
she's like the summer breeze
And all of the princes they came from India
they fell down on their knees
Silks and satins, what a purple suede
she cut among the trees
Countess from Hong Kong believe me baby
now you're, ooohhh, like a summer breeze
Oh, countess from Hong Kong
Countess from Hong Kong
song performed by by Velvet Underground

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There was an Old Man of Hong Kong,
Who never did anything wrong.
He lay on his back,
With his head in a sack,
That innocuous Old Man of Hong Kong.
by Edward Lear from A Book of Nonsense (1846)

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Kick In The Face
Sometimes its not fair
Too many lies are told
Here we go- dont blame me
What are you lying for
Dont treat me like a toy
I have been through this pain
Long before- again and again
I believe that its much too much
I only listen to my heart
Its never telling me a lie
I only listen to my heart
Like a kick in the face- sentimental lies
Like a kick in the face- sentimental lies
Dont you dare to hurt me
Its my life- and its real
Im not your fool
I will fight for my right
I only listen to my heart
Its never telling me a lie
I only listen to my heart
Like a kick in the face- sentimental lies
Like a kick in the face- sentimental lies
Like a kick in the face
Lets get right down to it
I hate the way you talk
Im leaving all the bad times
I leave it all- all for you
I only listen to my heart
Its never telling me a lie
I only listen to my heart
Its like a kick in your face- sentimental lies
Like a kick in your face- sentimental lies
Its like a kick in your face- sentimental lies
Like a kick in your face- sentimental lies
song performed by by U. D. O.

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A Babies Simple Smile
A babies simple smile
So Innocent and pure
A babies simple smile
All my Sadness it can cure
A babies simple smile
Incapable of fraud
A babies simple smile
This leaves me feeling awed
A babies simple smile
This fills my world with light
A babies simple smile
Oh how I love the sight
A babies simple smile
It’s a blessing I am sure
A babies simple smile
May it never be obscured
poem by Raven Nevermore

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SPIDER AND THE FLY...by Talile Ali
SPINNING THAT WEB
TO TRAP ANY DUMB ASS GUY
CAREFULLY WOVE
DID THE SPIDER FOR THIS UNDONE FLY
DUMB ASS COME RUNNING
CHASING A LIE
GETS WHAT HE DESERVES FROM
THE SPIDER WHEN SHE CRIES
TRUTH IN AN ACTION
IT IS DO OR DIE
GIVE WOMEN WHAT THEY WANT
OR YOU BETTER KNOW YOU WILL FRY
WOMEN ARE SENSELESS
WOMEN ARE INSANE
THATS WHY MEN ARE BEAST
BECAUSE THE WOMEN AREN'T TAMED
SPINNING THEIR WEBS
WITH THE POWER OF THEIR EYES
NOT EVEN GENTLE
AS THEY HANG YOU OUT TO DRY
BUGGY EYED AND BUZZING
ALWAYS GOING TO TRY
THATS WHY MEN ARE CAPTURED
IN THE WEBS OF THESE ARACHNI
poem by Talile Ali

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Sonnet: For a Spider
O spider, thou with legs so hairy
So innocent, ugly-cute and scary
As I ponder wonderingly
What you would have lived to see
But your life, cut short with tragic blow
Far from your sun’s warm native glow
In Sweden, trapped from tropic skies
Finding comfort in a shower, ‘til your demise
Smashed body streaking down the wall
No longer soft round fuzzy ball
Legs furry stuck to wall and book
Out of respect for the dead, I did not look
Closer at the slimy goo
Instead this sonnet I write for you.
poem by Heidi Kristine

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English is my second language, but in Hong Kong, they don't know that I'm from China. They think I'm from Hollywood because all the films they see are from here. China and Hong Kong are very different places, but they're starting to merge. Still the culture is very different.

When I lived in Hong Kong, I felt that Hong Kong is my family.
Hong Kong Blues
Its the story of a very unfortunate coloured man
Who got arrested down in old hong kong
He got twenty years privilege taken away from him
When he kicked old buddhas gong
And now hes poppin the piano just to raise the
Price
Of a ticket to the land of the free
Well, he says his homes in frisco where they
Send the rice
But its really in tennessee
Thats why he says
I need someone to love me
Need somebody to carry me home to san
Francisco
And bury my body there
I need someone to lend me a fifty-dollar bill
And then
Ill leave hong kong far behind me
For happiness once again
Wont somebody believe
Ive a yen to see that bay again
Everytime I try to leave
Sweet opium wont let me fly away
I need someone to love me
Need somebody to carry me home to san
Francisco
And bury my body there
Thats the story of a very unfortunate coloured man
Who got arrested down in old hong kong
He got twenty years privilege taken away from him
When he kicked old buddhas gong
song performed by by George Harrison

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Lets Put The X In Sex
I got a letter just the other day
She sent a picture, but she didnt sign her name
She wore high heels and a little black lace
I knew her body, but I couldnt see her face
She didnt leave a number, not an address or a clue
But something in that photograph reminded me of you
Baby, lets put the x in sex
Loves like a muscle and you make me wanna flex
Baby, lets put the x in sex
Keep it undercover, baby let me be your private eye
I got a call in the middle of the night
Heavy breathin never sounded quite so nice
She said oh yeah, I wish that I was there
I asked who was calling, but she wasnt playing fair
Sometimes you gotta suffer for the pleasure that you seek
Youre beggin for an eyeful but you only get a peek
Baby, lets put the x in sex
Loves like a muscle and you make me wanna flex
Baby, lets put the x in sex
Keep it undercover, baby let me be your private eye
I heard somebody knockin so I opened up the door
She wore a hat, shades, and a trench coat
Wasnt wearin that much more
She said she knew my secrets but I didnt have a clue
Then I saw those black lace panties and I knew that it was you
Baby, lets put the x in sex
Loves like a muscle and you make me wanna flex
Baby, lets put the x in sex
Keep it undercover, baby let me be your private eye
Lets put the x in sex
Loves like a muscle and you make me wanna flex
Baby, lets put the x in sex
Keep it undercover, baby let me be your private eye
Lets put the x in sex
Loves like a muscle and you make me wanna flex
Baby, lets put the x in sex
Keep it undercover, baby let me be your private eye
Lets put the x in sex
Loves like a muscle and you make me wanna flex
Baby, lets put the x in sex
song performed by by Kiss

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Boris The Spider
Look, hes crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small
Now hes up above my head
Hanging by a little thread
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Now hes dropped on to the floor
Heading for the bedroom door
Maybe hes as scared as me
Wheres he gone now, I cant see
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
There he is wrapped in a ball
Doesnt seem to move at all
Perhaps hes dead, Ill just make sure
Pick this book up off the floor
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Hes come to a sticky end
Dont think he will ever mend
Never more will he crawl round
Hes embedded in the ground
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
song performed by by Who

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A Black Single Rose.
A single black rose.
A single black rose to carry the load,
A single black rose to turn the road,
A single black rose to touch the soul,
A single black rose to widen your hole,
A single black rose to melt your heart,
A single black rose to force a start,
A single black rose to make you cry,
A single black rose to make you dry,
A single black rose to help you climb,
A single black rose to make you lie,
A single black rose to take a life,
A single black rose to take away strife.
poem by Natasha Ligons

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Red book - The Rule Is You Must Say How You Really Feel.
Reading the red book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never too fast, never too fast, it says it won't last. Burnt by the past. Some new so close to you. You must get to know them. Its a game you can slowly win. Bury your true feelings.
Reading the read book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never to fast, never too fast. It says it won't last burnt by the past. We are all wearing masks. Time to take them off. Stop hiding behind your walls. It cost us all. It will be your down fall. Just another phone call. Meeting the face behind this stall. It has come to a sudden halt.
Reading the read book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never too fast, never too fast. It says it won't last. Burnt by the past. Are we trying to hard? Are we faking this march? Are you trying to hide something underneath? Are you look for a little relief? Do you want me, and are afraid to say it? Denying our insides. They can't be alive. They just can't. And go back to the old dance.
Reading the red book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never too fast, never too fast. It says it won't last. Burnt by the past. Memories ignite, previous passions locked up so tight. Are you willing? Are you giving in to obvious feelings. Let me know. And I won't go. Please stop the fruadlent show. Its faking thats so heart breaking. Is your heart aching? How can I make you understand this is your one and only chance. So please lets dance.
Reading the red book. It tries to explain the rules of the past. Never too fast, never too fast. It says it won't last. Burnt by the past. I have been burnt by the past.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

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A Turn of Phrase
A turn of phrase, sublime or simple,
can beautify an ugly pimple
or turn a frown into a dimple,
harmony in place of racket,
music where most others lack it,
(or draw a blank and ask a packet!)
Where there’s a pen to praise a wimple,
some wimp will ink white paper, black it...
poem by Jonathan Robin

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Rules or no rules
Poetry has no rules to go
It has simply to flow
As lines emerge from deep corner
You write it as fast as runner
Rules or no rules
It has to be simple tool
To catch the nerves and make impact
Poetry is as such fine art with single act
I follow nothing
Simply obey the instinct that has to do something
With human mind and touch
Poetry has its own kind to influence as such
Some may say it is boring
Some may listen to it while snoring
Cuckoo reveals it in early morning
Words strike as has rhythm with warning
Wake up! And now time to resume
A bright day with blessings has come
We are all made of simple clay
Poems must spread fragrance when find its way
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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A Single Black Rose
A single Black Rose to turn the tide
A single Black Rose to make one die
A single Black Rose to ensnare the soul
A single Black Rose to widen that hole
A single Black Rose to melt the heart
A single Black Rose to force a start
A single Black Rose to entwine the bodies
A single Black Rose to dictate the deaths of these
A single Black Rose to lie upon her breast
A single Black Rose to stop the tears from soaking his vest
A single Black Rose to mourn this memory
A single Black Rose to become a plot in this cemetery
A single Black Rose to take a life
A single Black Rose to end his strife.
(8/21/2007)
poem by Michael Koelliker

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Keep Ya Head Up
Little something for my God son elija and a little girl named koreem
Some say tha blacker tha berry
Tha sweeter tha juice
I say, tha darker tha flesh and tha deeper tha roots
I give a hollar to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, but dont nobody else care
I know they like ta beat ya down a lot
And when ya come around tha block brothers clown a lot
But please dont cry, dry ya eyes
Never let up
Forgive but dont forget girl keep ya head up
And when he tells you you aint nothin
Dont believe him
And if he cant learn ta love ya, you should leave him
Cuz sister you dont need him
I aint tryin ta gash up, but I just callem how I see em
Ya know what makes me unhappy
When brothers make babies
And leave a young mother ta be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman
And out game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women
Do we hate our women ?
I think its time ta kill for our women
Time ta heal our women
Be real to our women
And if we dont
Well have a race of babies
That hate tha ladies that make tha babies
And since a man cant make one
He has no right ta tell a woman when and where ta create one
So will tha real men get up
I know your fed up ladies
But keep ya head up
Chorus
Eeewww child things are gonna get easier
Eeewww child things are gonna get brighter
Eeewww child things are gonna get easier
Eeewww child things are gonna get brighter
I remember marvin gay, usta sing ta me
He had me feelin like black was tha thing ta be
And suddenly tha ghetto didnt seem so tuff
I thought we had it rough, we always had enough
I often huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke tha rules
Ran with tha local crew and had a smoke or two
And realize momma really paid tha price
She nearly gave her life, ta raise me right
And all I had ta give her was my pipe dreams
Of how Id rock tha mic and make it to tha big screen
Im tryin ta make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Its hard ta be legit and still pay tha rent
And in tha end it seems Im headin for tha penn
I try and find my friends, but theyre blowin in tha wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
Its gonna take tha man in me
Ta conquer this insanity
It seems tha rain will never let up
I try ta keep my head up and still keep from getting wet up
You know its funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but cant feed tha poor
Sad there aint no hope for tha youth and tha truth is
There aint no hope for tha future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
We aint meant ta survive, cause its a setup
And even though ya fed up
Ya got ta keep ya head up
song performed by by 2 Pac

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Cool Black Women
What if BLACK WOMEN Were COOL
Could darken skin in shades like BLACK WOMEN
Maybe enlarge lips and hips the size of BLACK WOMEN
Might even speak in a venacular like BLACK WOMEN
Mimick some of the mannerisms of BLACK WOMEN
Mate and date Black Men, the counterparts of BLACK WOMEN
Adopt and raise Black Babies, like BLACK WOMEN do
poem by Royale ROYALE

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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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