Bullet Proof Teenage Male Testosterone
according to teenage character summaries
males lack appeasement walk boldly where angels
fear to tread without order predictable steps
nothing rogue males
do we are told apparently surprises
danger trills entices
some gain insane labels
youthful myth legends
early shed all nine lives
such unwarranted verdicts
to place upon fever heads
running off thrill seekers
known in local communities
watched are wonder scenes
bullet proof unscathed rises
according to teenage character summaries
some males lack appeasement walk boldly where angels
fear to tread youth orders unpredictable steps
behold young legends
the man none can root
shoot or electrocute
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Tread Without Orders Unpredictable Steps
I according to teenage character summaries
lack appeasement walk boldly where angels
fear to tread without orders unpredictable steps
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Men Who Abuse Women
Men who abuse women a blight on mankind
And though aggressive males are not hard to find
Most males to the female sex respect only pay
And kind things of women only ever do say
Most abusive males were victims of abuse
Though for bad behaviour that should not be an excuse
Men who abuse women i would like to think rare
Though all sorts of strange sorts in the big World out there
They bring on themselves and the male gender shame
They are toxic people for want of a better name
To abuse another human being is a punishable crime
And all males who beat women in prison should serve time
And though aggressive males are not that hard to find
Not all males are abusive to woman kind.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Our main reasons for fearing males having sex with males is that you really had to construct a more powerful social role to keep men in their place than you did to keep women in their place.
quote by Warren Farrell
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Some Males
Some males to protect their egos for a woman's love do fight
The winner has the privilege of bedding her tonight
We are no better than animals when violence for us seen to pay
And some very swollen egos amongst the young males of today.
When violence does solve our problems of us what does that say
The males of some mammal species too behave in such a way
The right to mate with the female to the alpha male go
And when one say an animal behaves like an animal tell us something we don't know.
But when humans behave in such a way well that's a different thing
And the praises of human alpha males perhaps we should not sing
The warriors of the bedroom of the twenty first century
In their brawls for to copulate they prove their masculinity.
Some males for the love of a woman are prepared to brawl and fight
Without once considering violence in the human World is not right
If these be the makers and shapers of our humanity of today
Then humanity is in trouble that does seem sad to say.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Male Testosterone Invincibility
myth postulates teenage males
perceive themselves as invincible
consider themselves bullet proof
personally speaking as a past male
teenage survivor that rode the wild side
walked limped away where others died
accidents over 100 kph on open roads
accidents where nine out of ten died
I walked away from more than nine alive
friends used to come up touch me for luck
riding at speed in fools gear not full gear
living legends survived others swiftly died
back in the day when perfection was hourly
the impossible of course took just a little longer
strange even to this day accidents hurt badly
were all in cities low speed safe road rules obeyed riding
where people in cars talking on their cell phones driving
wasted flesh driving straight into you swift escape sped
yes proud superman and I were to stop cars
with nothing else except our body on highway
but it is a bit much when car drives over foot
when your immobile at a red light waiting for green
but that was an Indonesian car driver in no rules Jakarta
where speaking on cell phone driving is driver’s norm
hate cell phone driver’s driving all over road if you like
but keep eyes in the back of your head survive you might
coz getting run over by a ton of metal is heavy duty hard
poem by Terence George Craddock
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If You Go Out In The Woods Today!
“If you enter
dark
woods beware
evil hides
bidden in
mysteries rare”
I cannot be story book boy
who sings loudly enough
to overcome face the fear!
Nor am I the one who shouts
'Hello, this is not my story! '
Nor the one who cries wolf!
I am not cannot be that boy
I am cast the fool that walks ever
forward ever onward boldly
where angels fear to tread
and I do so love mysteries
myths legends await hero!
The conquest climb is not over
when great peak is climbed
but when mountaineer returns!
Where better adventurer buried
than rooftop of an entire world
where dreams touch horizon sky?
Like fear evil is best conquered killed within!
Evil is fought faced because it exists memorial!
True hero cannot face evil always quest survive!
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Quoted lines from ‘Tales Of The Brothers Grimm’ by Terence George Craddock.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dreams
Through the misty swirls of broken thoughts
I passed the waterfalls you named unshed tears
And saw the single ray of hope
Piercing through the shadows of dark
I walk through dreams that are still yours
Fear not, for I tread softly still
Through the fantasy in your mind
I slayed the monster you named hate
With the sword of eternal light
Forged in the fires of pure love
I walk through dreams that are still yours
Fear not, for I tread softly still
Through the kaleidoscope of feelings
I saw the colors you named emotions
Mysterious black of unknown depth
And piercing blue of tranquility
I walk through dreams that are still yours
Fear not, for I tread softly still
Through the plush grass of emerald green
I ran through the field that you named peace
And heard the distant roar of freedom
Followed by the hush of calm
I walk through dreams that are still yours
Fear not, for I tread softly still
poem by Humna Hamid
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Counting Skeletons Maze Masterpiece War
counting skeletons
broken dreams
upon destruction rocks
lost dead souls
who died in revolutions wars
lost grand causes
festering generations
decline in dissent protests battles
paid for in blood baths
wasted lives
rotten corpses
dead heroes
scared or reluctant sacrifice souls
afraid to offend authorities rogue countries
play non-confrontational activities
I according to teenage character summaries
lack appeasement walk boldly where angels
fear to tread without orders unpredictable steps
nothing now apparently surprises
(communist/overt) dictatorships
initially often deceive their citizens
more honest sincere dictators
in home grown brutality policies
plan comparisons tests futures
dictator futures
are mind battles wells
blood bath souls...
Egyptian futures
are mind battles
wells blood cast souls
human rights
watch some watchers
pray pain tears
who naive ever believes
has ever believed histories
are progressive certainties
history time progresses
regions conflict civilizations
rise mold peak enslave falls
Pablo Picasso moments
painted Spanish Civil War screams
Guernica shows tragedies
war sown suffering festering war inflicts
upon drift swept caught conflict individuals
consumes pale innocent seed civilians
cubist monumental status
perpetual reminder tragedies
anti-war pigment symbols
black white intolerant party issues
suffering people animals landscapes
buildings wreckage violence chaos
stage left fractured wide-eyed bull stands
over a woman mother grieving pities
raw ruptured screams dead child in waste arms
events blasts centre stage frog marches
occupation horse falling in countless agonies
run through spear javelin bayonet thrusts
large gaping torn wounds realities cruelties
horse's sides life bleed potent swift years
devoured bull dictators devour ripe bellies
which human skull death brews demon changes
overlays the horse's body escape crushed kneels
gore fleet horse freedom underneath deceptions
bull's horns gore tossed rent sacrifices flesh forms blood rivers
break escape equestrian front facing legs sanctuary sought shelters
seeks knee blood ground knee in groin leg's knee wobble forms
skull caps counting coup taken head's nose concussion bleeds
horn appears within horse's breast to savage despair steal souls
bull's tail forms images flame worship incendiary burning bombs
smoke rising as window civilization view remembers brighter days
before jack boot shade gray surrounding killed impaled freedoms
under slain horse dead dismembered soldier rapid heat rot perfumes
his hand on a severed arm still grasps
a shattered sword decay flower grows
his hand his severed arm sword parts
what symbolism here crimson reads
written on leaf palms of dead soldiers
read open palm of our dead soldiers
what on open palm of dead soldier dark passion flowers?
is sacrifice a stigma a symbol of war martyrdom stupidities
derived stigmata paid Christ symbolizes humanities sins
stage repeated is written a cross centuries
centuries stigma youth symbol martyrdoms
derived not from stigmata Christ but wars
what light bulb blazes above dismembered corpses?
what evil eye shape Satan peeps over suffering horse's?
head what eureka moment invented bare bulb torturer's?
cell purpose so solitude removed from learned monks
cell which serves to silent vesper recite sacred palmists verses
symbolism relates to Spanish light bulb 'bombilla' makes
explodes allusions to bombs Nazi Guernica destruction effects
modern technologies promised blessings blast curse societies
not a single dropp of blood spoilt fails to cry out plaintive pains
living by swords strokes dying by degrees
in modern mega manic brutality policies
civilizations living slice sharing expansions
poem by Terence George Craddock
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About 10,000 years ago, males and females were acting equitably and were treating one another as equals, and then males took over the power, because they have physical power and physical strength.
quote by Jane Elliot
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Women tend to give political candidates only about 10 percent of what males give, and males give women candidates only 10 percent of what they give to males.
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Dulce desdén
Dulce desdén, si el daño que me haces
de la suerte que sabes te agradezco,
qué haré si un bien de tu rigor merezco,
pues sólo con el mal me satisfaces.
No son mis esperanzas pertinaces
por quien los males de tu bien padezco
sino la gloria de saber que ofrezco
alma y amor de tu rigor capaces.
Dame algún bien, aunque con él me prives
de padecer por ti, pues por ti muero
si a cuenta dél mis lágrimas recibes.
Mas ¿cómo me darás el bien que espero?,
si en darme males tan escaso vives
que ¡apenas tengo cuantos males quiero!
poem by Lope de Vega
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Racial Memories: Perhaps Storypoem
83846A thick fog lies along the shore.
Much denser than I've seen before.
It seems somehow unnatural.
Far different from the usual.
Fog banks which we see frequently.
It seemed to spring up suddenly.
Too suddenly for it to be
Conforming with normality.
I watch it apprehensively
I feel some how it threatens me.
I can remember all too well.
The tale the local legends tell.
Of the great fog which stole away
Whole villages or so they say.
Though local legends tend to be
Less accurate than history.
Folk memories are based on truth.
Although there is no written proof
That does not mean they can't be true.
That's why they persist as they do
That I'm afraid I can't deny
Although I am not certain why.
I half believe the tales are true
And wonder if the fog can do
What legends say it's done before.
Perhaps it has returned for more.
I think it's time for me to go.
I do not really want to know.
What will happen if should stay
My instinct is to run away.
To climb into my car and drive
My only aim is to survive.
I realise I have been dreaming.
I can see the street lights gleaming.
And that things are as they ought to be.
My mind's been playing tricks on me.
I'm safe and warm in my armchair.
Although my mind has been elsewhere.
Concocting fear filled fantasies
From half remembered memories.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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With Faith Felt Deeply
And with a faith felt deeply,
Within me like nothing else...
I pray.
Everyday.
There is something unexplainable,
I know inside that connects.
Something there aware of me.
and what it should be,
Without my questioning to accept.
And with hope and not fear,
I boldly take forward steps.
I boldly face obstacles unafraid.
And with faith felt deeply,
I pray.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fear Not My Friend
As you tread the path alone,
As you tread till the walk ends,
Stop not, my friend.
Birds flying to Siberia stop not,
Then why should you?
As the boulders large slice your toes,
As the thorns sharp hurt your heels,
Fear not, my friend.
Fishermen venturing into deep seas fear not
Then why should you?
Every path has to end somewhere,
Every walk has to finish at one point,
Stop not and fear not my friend.
In the pains of these fleeting moments,
We must learn to have a dream,
We must dream to live a life too.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Mirage
So boldly though stand there on the precipice;
No shade no wind
Barren they say.
Lack they those looks which beauty see.
Thou conscience I can see
Your garments stripped by atmosphere you see
Mans lust laid your skeleton bare.
Fools look inside the womb;
Its arms hug the mother tight
Which gives you the life
On which you tread, He embraces that.
Proudly he stands there head high.
The ethic more noble than it's height.
Cultivate those looks which beauty see
Insane things may teach you more.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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Racial Memories: Perhaps
A thick fog lies along the shore.
Much denser than I've seen before.
It seems somehow unnatural.
Far different from the usual.
Fog banks which we see frequently.
It seemed to spring up suddenly.
Too suddenly for it to be
Conforming with normality.
I watch it apprehensively
I feel some how it threatens me.
I can remember all too well.
The tale the local legends tell.
Of the great fog which stole away
Whole villages or so they say.
Though local legends tend to be
Less accurate than history.
Folk memories are based on truth.
Although there is no written proof
That does not mean they can't be true.
That's why they persist as they do
That I'm afraid I can't deny
Although I am not certain why.
I half believe the tales are true
And wonder if the fog can do
What legends say it's done before.
Perhaps it has returned for more.
I think it's time for me to go.
I do not really want to know.
What will happen if should stay
My instinct is to run away.
To climb into my car and drive
My only aim is to survive.
I realise I have been dreaming.
I can see the street lights gleaming.
And that things are as they ought to be.
My mind's been playing tricks on me.
I'm safe and warm in my armchair.
Although my mind has been elsewhere.
Concocting fear filled fantasies
From half remembered memories.
Thursday,13 September 2012.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A distant universe
dark as cave
we walk inside
yet is outside
there is a man
spiritual they say
filling the cave with
his chants
you walk the
lighted lane
they call common
sense
the darkness
holds over you
like a distant
universe, a
boundless part
you fear to tread
it exists like the
unreachable stars
so far away you never
even give it a thought
day after day
we walk the lane
a corner of the great cave
waiting for the man
to come out to light things up
with his halo and
enlightenment
there is a
distant universe
in the space of our brain
we all fear to tread
we walk inside
yet are all outside
a physique that helps
map every step we take
this cave that is all God
inside and outside
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Distracted Puritan
Am I mad, O noble Festus,
When zeal and godly knowledge
Have put me in hope
To deal with the Pope
As well as the best in the college?
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
In the house of pure Emanuel
I had my education,
Where my friends surmise
I dazel'd my eyes
With the sight of revelation.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
They hound me like a bedlam,
They lash'd my four poor quarters.
Whilst this I endure,
Faith makes me sure
To be one of Foxes martyrs.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
These injuries I suffer
Through antichrist's perswasion.
Take off this chain!
Neither Rome nor Spain
Can resist my strong invasion.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
Of the beast's ten horns (God bless us!)
I have knock'd off three already;
If they let me alone
I'll leave him none;
But they say I am too heady.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
When I sack'd the seven-hill'd city
I met the great red dragon;
I kept him aloof
With the armour of proof,
Though here I have never a rag on.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
With a fiery sword and target,
There fought I with this monster;
But the sons of pride
My zeal deride,
And all my deeds misconster.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
I un-hors'd the Whore of Babel
With the lance of Inspiration;
I made her stink,
And spill the drink,
In her cup of abomination.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
I have seen two in a vision
With a flying book between them.
I have been in despair
Five times in a year,
And been cur'd by reading Greenham.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
I observ'd in Perkins' tables
The black line of damnation;
Those crooked veins
So stuck in my brains,
That I fear'd my reprobation.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
In the holy tongue of Canaan
I plac'd my chiefest pleasure,
Till I prick'd my foot
With an Hebrew root
That I bled beyond all measure.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
I appear'd before the Archbishop
And all the high Commission;
I gave him no grace,
But told him to his face
That he favour'd superstition.
Boldly I preach, hate a cross, hate a surplice
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
poem by Richard Corbet
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In Answer To Pirandello's Question
if the character steps inside my room
i will perhaps choose the
character
honestly, i still don't have it
i mean,
character, not that character of
your play
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Alien Nation
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
In the heat of the violence
The nights exploding everywhere
When hate pulls the trigger
The devil comes to take his share
In the garden of eden
The time is running out so fast
Into heart of the demon
With no escape our die is cast
In the city of angels
Death is just a moment away
In the city of angels
Your future wont see the light of the day
Beware of the alien nation
Beware of the truth that they seek
They pray for eternal salvation
They pray for your soul to keep
On the eve of destruction
A reign of terror rules the street
When the heads start rolling
The devil comes to let it bleed
In the city of angels
Death is just a moment away
In the city of angels
Your future wont see the light of the day
Walk on past the alien nation
Walk on to the end of your reach
No fear of the alien nation
No fear of the hatred they preach
Dont run, theres no place to hide
Today or tomorrow it will get you
Dont move, the knife is right at your throat
And whatever you do, theres no way out
When the shroud comes down on this place
To bury us all alive
Well know the time has come, to face the heat
Beware of the alien nation
Beware of the truth that they seek
They pray for eternal salvation
They pray for your soul to keep
Walk on past the alien nation
Walk on to the end of your reach
They pray for eternal damnation
They pray for your soul to keep
song performed by by Scorpions
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