Endoskeleton
For a good road map you need
whistling words and biting
flies of porn videos.
You go overboard when you
see a virgin falling from
podium of a hundred smiles.
Sitting in skin only who wants
a tattoo of a butterfly, when
the book goes for a sale?
Gettysburg water for the joints.
Do you need some of it when
the economy has pored off the poems?
A courtesan becomes the bride
of the city. The grooms were many
but no body wants to sit on a mare.
poem by Satish Verma
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Mariposa
On her slim back of the neck a tattoo is about to flee
And that's my favorite blue butterfly.
A strange woman never seen her before,
She crossed the road and walked towards the park.
That was few years ago and I never met her again.
But in my lonely heart the strange blue butterfly flies in an off season.
I crossed the road and walked towards the park.
* When the feet are planted in the dirt mind is ready to bloom.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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For Sale
Gossip travels faster than you think,
But the case of this event is for your love!
And like virgin girls for sale.
Virgin girls for for sale,
And beyond the glass-wall of love to teach us;
But in the Month of Nisan i will remember the day of old.
A gaint-size egg!
And of the virgin girls put up for sale! !
But our sweet memories will last forever.
Shiny and new,
For it is set to vibrate;
But her last boyfriend played drums with her!
And today we have the virgin girls being put out for sale.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Whistling In The Dark
A woman came up to me and said
Id like to poison your mind
With wrong ideas that appeal to you
Though I am not unkind
She looked at me, I looked at something
Written across her scalp
And these are the words that it faintly said
As I tried to call for help:
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark
A man came up to me and said
Id like to change your mind
By hitting it with a rock, he said,
Though I am not unkind.
We laughed at his little joke
And then I happily walked away
And hit my head on the wall of the jail
Where the two of us live today.
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling, whistling
Whistling in the dark
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
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Dark (dark), dark (dark)
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The Lord's Prayer is 66 words, the Gettysburg Address is 286 words, and there are 1,322 words in the Declaration of Independence. Yet, government regulations on the sale of cabbage total 26,911 words.
quote by David McIntosh
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Butterfly, Butterfly
butterfly, butterfly
fly in the sky
butterfly, butterfly
flies so high
butterfly, butterfly
lands on my thigh
butterfly, butterfly
motionlessly lies
butterfly, butterfly
gracefully dies
poem by Adryan Bates
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Tattoo
Some people might say that I am a prude
Because of my body, and it is not tattooed,
But I am no animal, and no ones property or slave
So having myself marked, that I do not crave,
My body indeed is a piece of art
Not a road sign to stop, or go, or where to park,
My body is the way that it was when I was born
And if I want decorations, colorful clothes will be worn,
I look in a mirror and I see myself
With the cuts and burns and blisters and all else,
There is no markings on my body that I will be ashamed
And all that I have, pridefully it will be claimed,
I do not need a tattoo to express who I am
And if you don't accept my views, I don't give a damn,
I will not allow any person to place any inking upon my skin
As I know for myself and soul that is just a sin,
I am proud of my body with no shame or any guilt
With no tattoos or markings I am the temple that GOD built,
I am not a showoff or braggart or a follower which is true
That is why this man, will never have a tattoo.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Tattoo
Whatever you think of me
Im still your friend
So other than nothin whats new
The water s still flowin
Through the rose on my skin
This here tattoo is for you
The boys at the parlor downtown
Didnt waste anytime puttin it down
Time has been wastin away I can see it
Go sailin on by as it slips through my fingers
The bow and the wave never wait for tomorrow
They just keep on rollin as straight as an arrow
Good night
Girl of my dreams
You get better each day
I wish I could see you somehow
Girls that I love is there no other way
This here tattoo is for now
Id been out drinkin all day
I got carried away at the parlor last night
This summer rose is for you its no wonder
I bothered to wander back into the parlor
Its red and in bloom and its more than one color
It lives on forever for just a few dollars
Good night
Whatever you think of me
Im still your friend
So baby whatever you do
Now that its taken its permanent home
This here tattoo is for you
The boys at the parlor downtown
Didnt waste any time puttin it down
Time has been wastin away, you know time doesnt
Wait for nobody to find what theyre after
It just keeps on rolling on down the deep canyons
And through the green meadows into the broad ocean
Good night
Whatever you think of me
Im still your friend
So other than nothin whats new
The waters still flowing
Through the rose on my skin
This here tattoo is for you
The waters still flowin
Through the rose on my skin
This here tattoo is for you
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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A Red Slice Of Watery Red Melon
IN the room where we made love
an hour ago
i offer you a slice of my
red watermelon
i take a bite and i tell you
about its taste
sweet, as sweet as my love for you
you do not care
about the juice the redness the watery
freshness of my
red water melon
i am naked sitting on the floor
i am hungry and need some rest
i am talking unnecessarily wasting
my words about my red watermelon
you laugh
and you notice something flaccid
it is funny
and then you back to sleep
still dreaming
about something thick and hard and stiff
like a dog
with a bone in his mouth
still looking for a place
where to stay alone
and lick it
and rig its sharp teeth
biting, biting and biting still
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Heart Flies Away
My heart flies away
kissing the leaden sky of day
when linnets sing o'er silent vale
when whistling by, the wind do sail
when reaper in a torch-song lost,
sings intermittent in winter's frost
a new cry, of a soul when heard
for tender limbs; eyes soft; lost teeth; a birth
when down it falls, tears of merry bride
of love! care, palanquin in, a farewell ride
when smiles, relives altogether in transmuted happiness
of prejudice lost, of hatred killed
my heart doth flies away.....
poem by Arnav Gogoi
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Sex is Sexy (Song)
Sex is sexy, Sex is tasty
Sex is fun, Sex is healthy
Sex is nice, Sex is happy
Sex is bright when you do it right.
God created two to enjoy
One with one, do it forever
Anything else is against his wish
Sex is bright when you do it right.
Porn looks fun, Porn looks great
Look at once, it makes you slave
Porn is toxicant, which kills your instinct
Sex is bright when you do it right.
Don’t do it, which feels you shy
Don’t do it, which makes you ill
Don’t do it, if you lose your self
Sex is bright when you do it right.
Keep your virgin just like wine
Wait for the time and wait for the partner
Keep this best present just for your first night
Sex is bright when you do it right.
Don’t share the bed just for fun
Use the bed with whom you marry once
Shut the doors and have more fun
Sex is bright when you do it right.
-o-
poem by Bhavani Polimetla
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The Butterfly Fx
When I move
You move with me
I feed off you
You feast on me
And what I see
You can not see
That when I move
You move with me
Where's this small
dead hand that creeps me
I am biting it to its very bone
Collapsing with everything new on me
until it gets so very old
And what I see
You can not see
That when I move
You move with me
There is this third body
spinning fast
reducing me
into a relapse
with its crippled flaps
slow motion dims
sweetly parasited
by butterfly wings
And what I see
You can not see
That when I move
You move with me
All that is old is new again
(To be) each other spies
we're condemned
Everything is everywhere
The butterfly effect
And what I see
You can not see
I will have to kill you
Before you kill me
Everything is everywhere
The butterfly effect
song performed by by Moonspell from Butterfly Effect
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They're Red Hot
(Robert Johnson)
Hot tamales1 and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
I got a girl, say she long and tall
She sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
She got two for a nickel, got four for a dime
Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale, yes, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
I got a letter from a girl in the room
Now she got something good she got to bring home soon, now
Its hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale
[Spoken:] They're too hot boy!
The billy got back in a bumble bee nest
Ever since that he can't take his rest, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes you got'em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
[Spoken:]
Man don't mess around em hot tamales now
'Cause they too black bad, if you mess around em hot tamales
I'm gonna upset your backbone, put your kidneys to sleep
I'll due to break away your liver and dare your heart to beat bout my
Hot tamales cause they red hot, yes they got
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Shopping Sickness
My shrewd wife has just
returned from a ‘Top Class Retail Mall ‘
with a loud rejoice that she has
‘saved' a big three thousand four hundred
by shopping only in ‘discount sale, '
at the end of 3 hour afternoon ‘marathon'
curiously, I peeped into the
a meter-length printed bill -
final tally was seven thousand one hundred.
she did'nt return to me,
the so-called, cosy discount in cash:
‘how sensible I am'- She is shouting back
from the dressing room, in a triumphant slang
She immediately, rang up her mother in Manamadurai
to proclaim the gains, she managed
from the three-tier hunting floors
Basmati rice, Badam milk, Jamoon mix,
Razor blades, ready-mix powders, no-good soups
failed cosmetics, fast expiring, unmoved stocks & fancy
Kargil blankets, rejected ready-mades, air- tight plastics,
things thrown overboard from a sinking ship
one plus one and two plus one, of no regular use
are under distress sale, christened as ‘bargain sale'
I am also at loss to know
how the ‘discount' works
in terms of my budgetary share,
her casual shopping for rupess
seven thousand - is one fifth
of my take-home pay.
………..how I will manage, to the Heavens I pray.
poem by Santhana Louis
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Time Flies
Aint much time left in my life
I'm all stressed out time to fly
Im on my way
Im on my way
I cant let go
I cant wake up
Time flies...
Flies...
One more step and im falling off the mountain
One more pill who cares nobodys counting
They told me to sing it to the birds
Sing it to the birds
Noones listening
One more step and im falling off the mountain
The mountain sang to me
Love...
The mountain sang to me
Love...
Sitting up on this little bitty hill
Will i make something out of myself?
Sitting up on this little bitty hill
Will i make something out of myself?
I can't let go
I can't wake up
Time flies...
Time flies...
Yeah
Time flies...
Yeah (dont you know)
Time flies...
Aint much time left in my life
I'm all stressed out time to fly
Im on my way
Im on my way
I cant let go
I cant wake up
Time flies...
(dont you know time flies)
Flies...
Yeah
Time flies...
Yeah
Flies...
Yeah
Time flies...
Yeah
Time flies...
Yeah
Flies...
Yeah
Time flies...
Flies...
Flies...
Flies...
song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd
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Sale For Love
Love is
Sale for
Today...
With film...
Love is
Simply
Sale for
Today...
With T.V. film....
Love is
Sale for
Today...
With
Group sex...
Love is
Sale for
Today...
With
Story books...
Love is
Sale for
Today...
With
Poems and
Store yes...
Love is
Sale for
Today
With
Temple
Lovingely
For money...?
Sale for
Love
With love....? !
All ways
Simply sale
For love
Also sale?
For...
With
Today busy
And busness
World....!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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How a Poem is Like Porn
they are you know
some people pronounce poem....'pom'...with a long 'o'
(which made me think right off that the poem had an orgasm
and the 'O' was code)
Of course the 'O' is sexy all by itself (for obvious reasons...right?)
anyway I imagine the 'P' in 'porn' getting close to the 'O' and I have
imagined them on a sofa (sort of like a line of poetry if you will)
then they 'R' close to the 'N' so close that the 'R' morphs onto the 'N'
and you have 'POM' the aberrant spelling/pronunciation I mentioned before
some how the 'N' always spells 'nasty' in porn poems so...sobeit
when all the letters of porn got together to do IT
I saw pictures of their poetic offspring
and they look like their parents
especially around the orafaces....or is it orafaci
poem by Boink Boink
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To A Butterfly!
Oh! dear butterfly, where did you go?
I'm waiting for you near the bough.
I remember when you sat on my elbow,
as i had put a tattoo of flowers yellow!
Oh! dear butterfly, why did you go?
I'm waiting for you, i miss you so.
Come little butterfly, I feel so low,
Oh! dear butterfly, please don't go!
poem by Shubhangini Rawat
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My father's bench!
Dad was sitting on the bench in the verandah,
Looking at the people who passed by the road,
He might have been searching for the children,
That he had reared and sent them to foreign,
As the wedded blissful young brides and grooms,
The silhouette of him getting bigger and smaller in routine,
Lonely he was, rubbing the hands of the hardened skin,
He was a man of few words, whom I forgot all of a sudden,
When my heart was newly occupied by few other hearts,
I wrote letters to him once in a while, apart from greetings,
when the scene has changed after a few decades,
I am Standing here alone and looking throw the windows,
People seem to be having only heads and shadows,
I may need the bench of my father to put near the sliding door,
Of the balcony of the apartment to watch the ants crawling,
Down the street, not even privileged to see their faces,
not blessed to have our village visitors to arrive at any minute.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Whew! !
i was told, not to worry
when i was yet a one-celled body
i died, and live again
as another complex organism, a tissue,
a seed, and then i sprout
and turn into a plant and then
i die again
and turn into another more complex body
a butterfly
metamorphosed into a bird
and then i die again
and born into the body of a cow
and then i die again
and born into the body of a man
whew! it is tiresome and
so hard to remember
what i did as a man,
they say i was once a king,
and then
into, a semi-god, and then i die
again and i turn into
a god, and so on and so forth,
with a point,
i should not fear death
because it is taking me into
perfection
a hundred and another hundred years.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Butterfly...
Butterfly...my all..my own, Butterfly
My butterfly, I remember the
day we met. You bumped into me.
Well, sort of floated, from no where,
and from that moment, I recall what
I said, 'Well, my little butterfly,
where did you come from.?
Butterfly, you laughed, and responded,
'I picked you out, and just floated down,
and landed on your shoulder.
Butterfly, there are many that think
that a Butterfly, can't laugh, but you did.
They think that a Butterfly, does not cry,
but you have.
Can a Butterfly be happy, cause happiness?
Butterfly, of mine...you did.
Can a Butterfly, caused one to nearly burst
with joy? Butterfly, you did and you have.
Butterfly, there is not a moment, since I
met you, that I can not recall.
Some might wonder what a butterfly, drinks.
Butterfly, shall we let them know, we became
intoxicated, as we sipped the nectar of life.
As my butterfly and I floated through the
wonders of earth, I wish we could share the
joy we found, with all of this planet.
Butterfly, shall we always be together?
Butterfly, I do not mean, just here on
earth, I mean until the stars stop shinning.
Butterfly, I mean, until there is no moon...
no anything, but my Butterfly and I.
Butterfly...I think that we will. Butterfly,
I believe that we were meant to be.