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Still listening from lips,
a mute hearing with hands,
an improper metaphor.
……………………………………
In the frozen lake of eyes
a fish dies
in unread tears.
………………………………….
An upended
home of laments
in moon.
………………………………….
Imperfect proximity
of pillows.
sleep was distance apart.
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Like poison ivy
a gnawing to itch
and an itch to gnaw.
poem by Satish Verma
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Itch, Itch, Itch
should it not annoy me
what comes from single addition sound
itch, itch, itch
scratching my finger point
my heart is like free market
my brain is like full garbage
itch, itch, itch
there's worm army in my back
I get itch in my leg
itch, itch, itch
it's an itch in my mouth
I have sharpen my nail
I want to jump and scream
can I come to scratch you into pieces
the hands that touch me impolitely
the blunt mind that speaks empty
itch, itch, itch
you are just itch for me
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Poison Ivy
Nothing can compare
Two weeks I stared
Hands, hand tied
I got an itch
I call her poison ivy
It can kill
Hey hey, oh well
I've got an itch
I call her poison ivy
It can kill
Oh, well
Poison ivy
Poison ivy
Poison - hey hey hey hey
Took my youth
Everything that ever meant something
Nothing comes between me and you
Most of my friends
Most of my friends
Are dead because of you
Poison ivy
Poison ivy
Poison - hey hey hey hey
I had no choice
But to love you
Poison ivy
Poison ivy
Poison ivy
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
[fade and repeat to end]
song performed by by Von Blondies
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Itch
Ha ha ha (ahh)
Don't wanna hurt you (hurt you baby)
You think you love me, but you don't really know me
Don't wanna hurt you (hurt you baby)
Wanna go ride, not a backseat drive
Ahhhhh ooh - ay ay ay I need
Ahhhhh ohh - something inside that you can't provide
I'm feeling the itch again
I need to get tricked again
I'm starting to twitch again
I feel the itch again
I'm starting to twitch again
I need to get tricked again
I feel the itch again
I feel the itch
i-i-itch, i-i-i-i-itch (ahh)
i-i-itch (ahh), i-i-i-i-itch
Don't want to hurt you (hurt you baby)
You can hug me, but you can't really hold me
what I do, and it's crazy
Don't wanna be cold, but I'm out of control
Ahhhhh ooh - ay ay ay that's true
Ahhhhh ooh - wish I could, but I can't be good
I'm feeling the itch again
I need to get tricked again
I'm starting to twitch again
I feel the itch again
I'm starting to twitch again
I need to get tricked again
I feel the itch
I feel the itch again
i-i-itch, i-i-i-i-itch (ahh)
i-i-itch (ahh), i-i-i-i-itch
Cause I want to go down wanna feel my heart pound
Don't you know that I get restless
You can't reach where I need scratching
So feel the itch again
Itch
Itch
Ahhhhh ooh - ay ay ay I need
Something inside that you can't provide
I'm feeling the itch again
I need to get tricked again
I'm starting to twitch again
I feel the itch again
I'm starting to twitch again
I need to get tricked again
I feel the itch again
I feel the itch
Yeah yeah, I feel the itch again
i-i-itch
song performed by by Vitamin C
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Doing The Itch
There was a skunk whose name was Itch—
Itch had a rash that started at a fever pitch.
But the itch was only the beginning of it—
Itch started to get alot of zits…
So Itch decided he didn't know his face—
so he put on a Skunk mask that had more grace.
But Razel puppet liked him for he could tell a lie
she knew she could use him like banana cream pie.
Pie in the sense that the could change forms—
be "Deceptive" which was in Razel's norm.
So "Doing The Itch" was born.
So if you have half a brain—
you will figure out Itch's deceptive games.
Don't worry Itch will make you all the blame.
"Just remember Itch, says Razel-
humans can really play you-
not to worry you are cold and blue! ! "
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 11,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Itch and Scratch
You’re just like an itch
that keeps coming back.
Every time I itch
I have to scratch, scratch, scratch.
Just like a train
on a railroad track
You go away today
and tomorrow come back.
Try taking an aeroplane
instead of a car,
then hop on a rocket
to a distant star.
You’re just like an itch
that keeps coming back.
Every time I itch
I have to scratch, scratch, scratch.
And just like an itch
you’ve got under my skin,
this is a situation
that I just can’t win.
Please give me a break
and get off my back.
Get out of here
and don’t come back.
You’re just like an itch
that keeps coming back.
Every time I itch
I have to scratch, scratch, scratch.
poem by Orlando Belo
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When You Pick the Ticks Off Monkeys
Your love for monkeys,
Leaves a lump right here...
In my throat!
And I get so emotional,
When you swing from branch to tree branch...
On a vine,
Swinging...
Like one who has swung on a rope!
And when you pick ticks...
From another monkey's fur?
I get teary eyed...
Just watching what occurs!
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
Your love for monkeys,
Leaves a lump right here...
In my throat!
And I get so emotional,
When you swing from branch to tree branch...
On a vine,
Swinging...
Like one who has swung on a rope!
And when you pick ticks...
From another monkey's fur?
I get teary eyed...
Just watching what occurs!
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove thst itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
Can you do this even faster?
And remove that itch!
Can you do this even faster?
And remove that itch!
Can you do this even faster?
And remove that itch!
And remove that itch!
And remove that itch,
Every bit!
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You removed the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You removed the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You removed the itch.
You removed the itch.
You removed that itch...
From the tick inflicted monkeys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Virgin Poet
Welcome to her
pleasure dome
Venus vixen
born in
weightless
freeness
Right on the cusp
of the Universes
poetry apex
Neuroacoustic
Enchanting
af robeat
Easily
dominating
bones
God
She wants to hear
the soul dance
Still listening from hips
a mute hearing with hands
an improper metaphor
Still she
performs her
virgin lullaby
serpentine
slithers
as articles
of clothing
shimmy
down
velvet
pores
Spilling out of
cotton fibers
seduction
has became
the fabric
of her life
Her salacious
speech so refined
erotica's mistress
divine artistry
technique
contortionist
meets home grown
voodoo love child
She speaks in tongues
so saith the Maiden Fair
born beneath the belief
she could cast spells
with her lips
See she saw you
your shade something
like poetry
By Samantha Campbell
poem by Samantha Campbell
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The Urge The Longing For Satisfaction
to scratch an itch
to caress that which gives us pain
the fingers play a song
on the body on the hair
deep within
the lost purity of my soul
there is always the satisfaction
after the scratching of an itch
there is a smile on closed eyes
lips wet and body sweat
there is a dream
a fantasy somewhere
without you
my thoughts of you
my longing about what you are to me
there is in my body a black bird wanting to fly away
without you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Scratch Therefore I Am
i scratch therefore
i am
a cat.....
(a tomcat
or a tiger on the loose of a safari in your mind)
you itch therefore
you are
a dog....(or a bitch
or a fungus in the
anus)
you itch and i scratch
therefore
we exist,
therefore
we are.
animates, needing something to thrive upon,
we evolve and get complicated, we revolve around something
and get a little
sophisticated,
we scratch some more, we itch some more,
no longer cats, or tigers, or dogs or bitches, we go beyond
these animated needs,
we somehow say
we need love this time...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Itch
The itch
is a bitch
no matter
how hard I scratch
nothing gonna satisfy
the itch.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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The urge to write poetry is like having an itch. When the itch becomes annoying enough, you scratch it.
quote by Robert Penn Warren
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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SUPpRESSED DESIRES
Her only home is herself
her only contact to her body
her hands
untouched by man who want
to sleep with her in the nest
of desire,
she refuses all offers
regardless of color and shape
deep within her
pressure is building
like a tornado
but she keeps herself
composed like a placid lake
like an undisturbed sky
glittering with the beauty of
the stars
a volcano is erupting inside
her breasts
she refuses hands and lips
and mouths
her house is herself
abandoned by the sun
and the rain
she is alone and too lovely
still
the moon tonight by her
open window shall be her lover
she is after all a metaphor
of suppressed desires.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Marcabre Dance For A Dead Mouse, After Robert Burns and Theodore Roethke
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O little mouse, why dost thou cry
While merry stars laugh in the sky? - Sarojini Naidu
Wee brisket.
Gray fodder.
Thou art today tossed down
fat with grain.
Teeth sing to poison,
paws dance behind walls
taunting cat's tongue and
my impatient demand
'gainst thy nightly
gnaw gnaw
gnawing
Now brace for leaves.
Tossed from back porch to woods
Thy ballet's done, bitter fey.
Sun's up, swan song,
The cat play thee for a meal!
Wheel the poison again!
Swell fellow's passed on!
Reel, poison, reel!
poem by Warren Falcon
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Poison Ivy
She comes on like a rose
And everybody knows
She'll get you in dutch
Well you can look but you'd better not touch
Poison Ivy, Poison Ivy
Well late at night when you're sleepin'
Poison Ivy comes a creepin' all around
She's pretty as a daisy
But look out man she's crazy
She'll really do you in
if you let her get under your skin
Poison Ivy, Poison Ivy
Well late at night when you're sleepin
Poison Ivy comes a creepin' all around
Measles make mumpy
Mumps'll make you lumpy
Chicken pox will make you jump and twitch
Common cold'll cool you
Whooping cough will fool you
But Poison Ivy Lord will make you itch
You're gonna need an ocean ah
Of Calamine lotion ah
You'll be scratching like a hound
The minute you start to mess around
Poison Ivy, Poison Ivy
Well late at night when you're sleepin'
Poison Ivy comes a creepin' all around
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
song performed by by Hollies
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Itch
I am evening the score
I am cutting the umbilical cord
curled with my teeth against my knees
I am scratching at my consciousness
like a bitch with fleas
I think you'll be greatly pleased
to learn that yours was the hardest
itch to relieve
this is me
without my hair
welcome to my open stare
I got nothing to hide no more
why disguise what isn't there
I am an eyesore
I am a detour
you can find me crying on
the shoulder of the road
and I will tell you
what you want to hear
before you go
and that is that
yours was the hardest itch to relieve
yours was the hardest itch to relieve
I've mapped out my course
looks like it's all uphill
I've got a heavy heart to carry
but a very strong will
it's just hard to travel
in the shadow
of regret
in fact it's so hard
that I haven't actually left yet
song performed by by Ani DiFranco from Not So Soft
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Improper love
Love that ends in marriage makes home.
Love sneaking out since then breaks home.
Love proper and improper live
But improper love rises faster.
Sexual love defies all parameters.
The elders exploit the minors.
Proximity is the breeding ground.
Coaches and bosses get their prey.
Uncles to nieces is a threat.
Cousins misuse their positions.
Incest relation escape eyes.
Ethics in love has lost its shine.
Love for a night stand makes no guilt.
Love in work place become sportive.
Lesbians have no inhibition.
Gays shed shame to seek union.
Improper love gains momentum
And would soon turn a proper one
Unless self restrains put a stop
And save the families from a break.
15.04.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pee Itch
this is the only
hiding place
a resting place
from so much
unrest
this is my refuge
away from
religion
this is my secret garden
away from pollution
i pee here
and i itch here
i undress myself
and you love it
i do not speak that
much i only write
you keep on hearing
and searching
we meet here
without seeing each other
we laugh
without hearing the laughter
and when we leave
we know
something is left
but we are not certain what it is
exactly
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Catholicity
Pandavas had one mother
And married one woman.
They had no itch to share one wife
As they had no itch to share one mother
25.07.2009
[Pandavas are five brother princes in the epic Mahabharatha}
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Who ha' fingernail no ha' itch, and who ha' itch no ha' fingernail.
Heart Unsnaps
You gave me a name without asking.
History of my pain
did not need any label.
I recalled only
the blooms of bougainvillea,
not the heat which gave them color.
My burned lips
remembered only the dew
and rear view of life.
The total otherness of the moon and stars
did not heal the scars.
My perceptions had
given me hot tears.
How the distance between us
created the schizophrenia?
The familiar laughs
have frozen after all!
In the middle of night I lie awake
to count the door
and the closed windows.
I listen to the moaning of walls.
My eyes remained half-closed in freckled sleep.
Heart blinks, unsnaps
and weaves a moon.
poem by Satish Verma
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