Evening Out
It all kind of fell into place
the dame’s face
the hair colour
the way she swayed
and the accent
of her voice
seemed to jog
your mind awake
yes she’d been quite a dame
and had been on your arm
at the fair
and you’d had a good time
and she’d laughed
and hugged your arm numb
and you kissed
and walked her home
and she said not to make
too much noise
as her old man was upstairs
and he never seemed to trust
guys she went out with
and how many guys
have you been out with?
You asked
looking up at the window
where no light shone
and she replied
Oh just a few
I’m not a darn hooker you know
I’ve just had a few men
here and there
and you wondered
where the here and there was
and how far did she go
with those guys
and she said
look I’ve only had sex
a couple of times
and that was usually over
in the time it takes
to say hullabaloo
and anyway she said
how about you?
You noticed the light go on
up in the bedroom
and whispered
got to go
your old man’s about
and it was a swell evening
and you’re my fourth dame
this month
and I’ve had sex more times
than you can say hullabaloo
and she stood there and stared
and her jaw dropped
and you walked away
beneath bright stars
and full moon
not a moment too late
not a second too soon.
poem by Terry Collett
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Dame Dame Dame (Amor Esta Noche)
El reloj
ya marc medianoche
y otra vez encontr
que tan slo me acompaña la TV
El soplar
de ese viento afuera
vive la deolacin
me oprime con angustia el corazn
No hay mas que soledad
nadie, ni por piedad
Dame, dame, dame
amor esta noche
alguien que me ayude
a las sombras borrar
Dame, dame, dame
amor esta noche
hasta que amanezca
ver el dia aclarar
Tantos hay
con gran suerte y fortuna
todo pueden conseguir
tan distinto a lo que tengo que vivir
Aburrida me encuentro esta noche
y la gran oscuridad
es mi siempre obligada amistad
No hay mas que soledad
nadie, ni por piedad
Dame, dame, dame
amor esta noche
alguien que me ayude
a las sombras borrar
Dame, dame, dame
amor esta noche
hasta que amanezca
ver el dia aclarar
Dame, dame, dame
amor esta noche
Dame, dame, dame
amor esta noche
No hay mas que soledad
nadie, ni por piedad
Dame, dame, dame
amor esta noche
alguien que me ayude
a las sombras borrar
Dame, dame, dame
amor esta noche
hasta que amanezca
ver el dia aclarar
Dame, dame, dame
amor esta noche
alguien que me ayude
a las sombras borrar
Dame, dame, dame
amor esta noche
hasta que amanezca
ver el dia aclarar
song performed by by ABBA
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Dame Amor
(graham russell, michael sherwood, jimmy haun)
No basta pintar un cuadro
Solo de ti mismo
Si los colores son para dos...
Te quiero, te quiero
No basta sonar diamantes
Cuando en tu mano los diamantes
No reflejan un puro amor
Te quiero, te quiero
Caer lentamente, que sensacion!
Como una vez yo a ti le ame
Ahora te amo mas y mas
Dame amor,
Dame amor, dame todo lo que das
Dame tiempo
Y esperanzas
Dame tu corazon
No basta guardar secretos
Secretos con ti mismo
Si la verdad quieres susurrar
Que remos...
Te quiero
Recuerdos...nos llaman
Es esto una realidad
Como una vez yo a ti te ame
Ahora vuelvo a un por mas
Dame amor
Dame amor
Dame todo lo que das
Dame tiempo
Y esperanzas
Dame tu corazon
Dame amor
Dame fuerza
Dame lo que quieras dar
Sin cesar
Y sin fin
Dame todo lo que dos
Sostemne
Ensename
Tomame por completo
Porque nuestros corazones
Se merecen uno al otro
Dame amor
song performed by by Air Supply
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Jaleo
I have lived a thousand lives or more
Stolen broken hearts behind closed doors
Seen the seven wonders of the world
And everywhere I go your name is in my soul
Take me back and make it happen
Get on the floor, cause a chain reaction
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
No te detengas no me esquives
Dejate llevar
Porque esta noche tu sers mia
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
Hypnotize you by the gypsy moon
And if for one night you will be mine
I can feel you underneath my skin
You're the reason for the shape I'm in
On your lips I kiss, it tastes of sin
I wanna take your naked heart into my hands
Atrapado, moribundo
Con esas ganas de bailar contigo
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
No te detengas no me esquives
Dejate llevar
Porque esta noche tu sers mia
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
Hypnotize you by the gypsy moon
And if for one night you will be mine
Caught me with my hands in the fire
I am trapped in my desire to be with you now
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
No te detengas no me esquives
Dejate llevar
Porque esta noche tu sers mia
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
Hypnotize you by the gypsy moon
And if for one night you will be mine
song performed by by Ricky Martin
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Fat Dame in Maine.
You know the fat dame in Maine
Whose husband used to carry a
Gun for the Mob until they banged
Him up for shooting some guy in
The head? Well she rang Eddie the
Other night and said why don’t you
Come over and spend a little time
With me? And Eddie said sorry Honey
But I’m washing my hair then I’m sitting
Down with a JD and going to listen to
Some jazz and maybe get in a take away
And so the fat dame said ok then I’ll
Come over to you and dry your hair
And share the JD and bring a pizza and
Snuggle up close and listen to some jazz
And maybe later we can hit the sack and
Make some hot sex and dig deep into each
Other so Eddie said hang on there Babe
I’ve just now remembered my mother’s
Coming to see my new pad and I’m taking
Her for a bite to eat and maybe take in a
Movie ok the fat dame said then I‘ll stay
Home and drink my booze and watch the
Late night TV and eat some chocs and sit
Sad so well the next day they found her in
Her bathtub throat cut lying in water dead.
poem by Terry Collett
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Not Wanting To Forget
The Modigliani print was on the wall
By the front door. Who’s she? Bridshaw’s
Dame asked, pointing at the print.
It’s a painting by Modigliani, Bridshaw said.
Is he a friend of yours? The dame asked.
Bridshaw pulled a face and said, No, he’s
Dead now. Shame, she replied, stroking
The print, her finger tracing the woman’s
Outline, her tongue hanging out of the side
Of her mouth in concentration. She’s a bit
On the thin side, the dame said, and I don’t
Like the black coat she’s wearing, like some
Darn widow. Bridshaw wanted to get the dame
In bed for sex; the Modigliani print was no
Big deal, he’d bought it in some art shop on
The high street from the guy with the Boston
Tones. Shame he’s dead, the dame said, he
Could have painted me; I would have made
A good model, more meat on me than that
Woman in black, thin as a pole. Bridshaw
Nodded his head, Sure, sure, but you’re too
Late, the guy’s dead, now can we move on,
Get a drink, hit the bed, have sex, and then
A cigarette. Sure, the dame said, moving away
From the Modigliani print, taking the image
Of the woman with her, not wanting to forget.
poem by Terry Collett
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~ Beau John Keats ~
~ BEAU JOHN KEATS ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK.
11.12.09.
Boiledegg white face
Curly cloudy indocile hair
Deer spry eyes
Hellenic nose
Steeping neck, a
Pisa Leaning Tower
With a Ruby dot
Accentuated malars, flushing
Sliced watermelon leafy lips
Smile runnel flowething
Ivory leggy the Dame!
In the gamut of twinkly beamish
Streamlet of blue blood
Floweth up visibly
From bosom
Liquid fire
On nude neck
Beguiling!
Many dived
In bosoms to die
To dye in blue beauty
Poison blue.
Like tempest
Boisterous Beau
Nears closes to Dame.
Flower Krishnachura
Glowing breathing
Fire flame
Singing adieu
Bon voyage to Beau?
Those blued fire
Entice, Lure
Coy Decoy Beau
Impulsively enjoy
Dying in
Steeping neck
Bohemian bosom
Fire flames burping.
Beau diffuses for
Blooming death…
Engages in Dame’s
Ruby dot draw
Lip mark slick silken.
.
Beau John Keats says,
‘Hey Dame enter in you
With body mind cargo
Constellate your
Geometric corpus by
Fragmented blue miniscule
With a smile face wear’.
For blue beauty poison
Helplessly yet sincerely
Dame pules mewls for
Inevitable eventually
Of Beau John Keats.
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Copy right reserved by the author
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.
…
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Madonna (new version)
I thanked the gods for you
and you were Madonna beautiful to me
as if something holy
radiated from your heart.
Your golden eyes
could look deep into my soul
and you could understand me
for who and what
I really am.
You could put your fingers
to strings and brushes
and the most beautiful words
could go out of your hands
and your sparkling voice
stays forever with me,
but Madonna,
you are gone.
Now I know that John Keats
and AG Visser
would have understood how it feels
when a princess
whom you tried to build a life with,
decides that she does not
like you, neverless love you
and I wonder
if there’s still a heart beating
Madonna, in your breast?
[References: La belle dame sans merci by John Keats, La belle dame sans merci by AG Visser, La belle dame sans merci by Gert Strydom and No red rose by Gert Strydom.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Damelo
Que tengo hacer para tener
En mis labios esos tus labecitos bonitos
Que tengo que hacer para tener
De tu sabor un poquito
Que tengo que hacer para tener
En mis manos ese tu cuerpecito bonito
Que tengo que hacer para tener
De tu sabor un poquito
Esta noche yo te quiero conocer
Y estoy seguro de que tu tambien
Esta noche a mi me quieres conocer
Asi que ya no hay tiempo que perder
Uh oh oh oh Uh oh oh oh
Que tengo hacer para sentir
Entre mis piernas el roce de tus piernas divinas
Que tengo que hacer para sentir
De tu olor un poquito
Que tengo hacer para llegar
Hasta la magia que ocultas en tu selva divina
Que tengo hacer para llegar
A mi lugar favorito
Esta noche yo te quiero conocer
Y estoy seguro de que tu tambien
Esta noche a mi me quieres conocer
Asi que ya no hay tiempo que perder
Tu ya sabes lo que quiero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Mira nena soy sincero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Sin excusas ni rodeos
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Eso es todo lo que quiero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Hola que tal nena como estas? Me llamo Juan y tu?
De donde eres donde vives trabajas o estudias
Viniste sola o viniste con tu novio?
Ah que no no tienes novio?
Ah que bien eso me suena a mucho mejor
Porque no vamos entonces a bailar
Perdon mejor debo decir primero que quieres tomar?
Esta noche yo te quiero conocer
Y estoy seguro de que tu tambien
Esta noche a mi me quieres conocer
Asi que ya no hay tiempo que perder
Tu ya sabes lo que quiero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Mira nena soy sincero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Sin excusas ni rodeos
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Eso es todo lo que quiero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
---guitar solo---
Uh oh oh oh Uh oh oh oh
Uh oh oh oh Uh oh oh oh
Tu ya sabes lo que quiero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Mira nena soy sincero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Sin excusas ni rodeos
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Eso es todo lo que quiero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Tu ya sabes lo que quiero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Mira nena soy sincero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Sin excusas ni rodeos
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Eso es todo lo que quiero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
song performed by by Juanes
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You treat a lady like a dame, and a dame like a lady.
quote by Frank Sinatra
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Besos De Fuego
Sera tu boca que me provoca
Sera tu forma de besar
Un fuego eterno, un dulce infierno
Que me hace mil veces pecar
Es brujeria tu boca y la mia
Y vuelvo cada vez por mas
Besos sin sabores
Me llevan, vienen y van
Besos de mil colores
Que al cielo me hacen llegar
Sabe sabe a margarita
Sabe sabe a caramelo
Saben saben a la gloria
Tus besos son besos de fuego
Sabe sabe a margarita
Sabe sabe a caramelo
Saben saben a la gloria
Tus besos son besos de fuego
Que sabe que sabe
Pero que sabe que sabe (Caramelo)
Pero que sabe que sabe (Besos de fuego)
Dame uno arriba, dame otro abajo
Dame entero tu besar
Mujer melao, estoy enamorao
Ya no me hagas esperar
Es brujeria tu boca y la mia
Y vuelvo cada vez por mas
Besos sin sabores
Me llevan, vienen y van
Besos de mil colores
Que al cielo me hacen llegar
Sabe sabe a margarita
Sabe sabe a caramelo
Saben saben a la gloria
Tus besos son besos de fuego
Sabe sabe a margarita
Sabe sabe a caramelo
Saben saben a la gloria
Tus besos son besos de fuego
Dame dame de eso de tu boca (que me mata y me provoca)
Mamita peca en mi cielo (ay ay ay que me muero)
Dame dame de eso de tu boca (que me mata y me provoca)
Mamita ven que algo quiero (ay ay ay que me muero)
Sabe sabe a margarita
Sabe sabe a caramelo
Saben saben a la gloria
Porque son besos de fuego...
Dame dame de eso de tu boca
Mamita peca en mi cielo
Dame dame de eso de tu boca
Mamita ven que algo quiero
Quiero, quiero besos de fuego...
song performed by by Ricky Martin
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Nine Inch Will Please a Lady
Come rede me, dame, come tell me, dame,
My dame, come tell me truly,
What length o' graith, when weel ca'd hame,
Will ser'e a woman duly?
The carlin clew her wanton tail,
Her wanton tail sae ready;
I learn't a sang in Annandale,
Nine inch will please a lady.
But for a countrie cunt like mine,
In sooth we're nae sae gentle;
We'll tak' twa thumb-bread to the nine,
And that's a sonsie pintle.
O leeze me on my Charlie lad!
I'll ne'er forget my Charlie!
Twa roarin' handfu' and a daud,
He nidg't it in fu' rarely.
But weary fa' the laithern doup,
And may it ne'er ken thrivin';
It's no the length that gars me loup,
But it's the double drivin'.
Come nidge me Tarn, come nodge me Tam,
Come nidge me o'er the nyvle;
Come louse and lug your batterin' ram,
And thrash him at my gyvel.
poem by Robert Burns
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Ballade Of Roulette
This life--one was thinking to-day,
In the midst of a medley of fancies -
Is a game, and the board where we play
Green earth with her poppies and pansies.
Let manque be faded romances,
Be passe remorse and regret;
Hearts dance with the wheel as it dances -
The wheel of Dame Fortune's roulette.
The lover will stake as he may
His heart on his Peggies and Nancies;
The girl has her beauty to lay;
The saint has his prayers and his trances;
The poet bets endless expanses
In Dreamland; the scamp has his debt:
How they gaze at the wheel as it glances -
The wheel of Dame Fortune's roulette!
The Kaiser will stake his array
Of sabres, of Krupps, and of lances;
An Englishman punts with his pay,
And glory the jeton of France is;
Your artists, or Whistlers or Vances,
Have voices or colours to bet;
Will you moan that its motion askance is -
The wheel of Dame Fortune's roulette?
ENVOY.
The prize that the pleasure enhances?
The prize is--at last to forget
The changes, the chops, and the chances -
The wheel of Dame Fortune's roulette.
poem by Andrew Lang
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Sonnet I
IN haste, post haste, when first my wandering mind
Beheld the glistring Court with gazing eye,
Such deep delights I seemed therein to find,
As might beguile a graver guest than I.
The stately pomp of Princes and their peers
Did seem to swim in floods of beaten gold;
The wanton world of young delightful year
Was not unlike a heaven for to behold,
Wherein did swarm (for every saint) a Dame
So fair of hue, so fresh of their attire,
As might excel Dame Cynthia for Fame,
Or conquer Cupid with his own desire.
These and such like baits that blazed still
Before mine eye, to feed my greedy will.
poem by George Gascoigne
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Thought Of Ph---a At News Of Her Death
NOT a line of her writing have I,
Not a thread of her hair,
No mark of her late time as dame in her dwelling, whereby
I may picture her there;
And in vain do I urge my unsight
To conceive my lost prize
At her close, whom I knew when her dreams were upbrimming with light,
And with laughter her eyes.
What scenes spread around her last days,
Sad, shining, or dim?
Did her gifts and compassions enray and enarch her sweet ways
With an aureate nimb?
Or did life-light decline from her years,
And mischances control
Her full day-star; unease, or regret, or forebodings, or fears
Disennoble her soul?
Thus I do but the phantom retain
Of the maiden of yore
As my relic; yet haply the best of her--fined in my brain
It may be the more
That no line of her writing have I,
Nor a thread of her hair,
No mark of her late time as dame in her dwelling, whereby
I may picture her there.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Thoughts of Phena
at news of her death
Not a line of her writing have I
Not a thread of her hair,
No mark of her late time as dame in her dwelling, whereby
I may picture her there;
And in vain do I urge my unsight
To conceive my lost prize
At her close, whom I knew when her dreams were upbrimming with light
And with laughter her eyes.
What scenes spread around her last days,
Sad, shining, or dim?
Did her gifts and compassions enray and enarch her sweet ways
With an aureate nimb?
Or did life-light decline from her years,
And mischances control
Her full day-star; unease, or regret, or forebodings, or fears
Disennoble her soul?
Thus I do but the phantom retain
Of the maiden of yore
As my relic; yet haply the best of her--fined in my brain
It may be the more
That no line of her writing have I,
Nor a thread of her hair,
No mark of her late time as dame in her dwelling, whereby
I may picture her there.
March 1890.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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A Day With A New Morn (Luc-Bat)
The wind whispers in rage
while with time I do age each day
when mere fate havoc play,
and I was on my way; was wet
the day that we had met,
my life was already set by grace
with a smile on your face,
we went to a new place for fun,
the day did just begun,
was hot with the bright sun, was fair
with colour in your hair,
a thing was in the air and gone,
like a sweet kind of tone
that had just moved on a page.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Lady With The Sewing-Machine
Across the fields as green as spinach,
Cropped as close as Time to Greenwich,
Stands a high house; if at all,
Spring comes like a Paisley shawl —
Patternings meticulous
And youthfully ridiculous.
In each room the yellow sun
Shakes like a canary, run
On run, roulade, and watery trill —
Yellow, meaningless, and shrill.
Face as white as any clock's,
Cased in parsley-dark curled locks —
All day long you sit and sew,
Stitch life down for fear it grow,
Stitch life down for fear we guess
At the hidden ugliness.
Dusty voice that throbs with heat,
Hoping with your steel-thin beat
To put stitches in my mind,
Make it tidy, make it kind,
You shall not: I'll keep it free
Though you turn earth, sky and sea
To a patchwork quilt to keep
Your mind snug and warm in sleep!
poem by Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
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Dame Luck
DAME LUCK
If you sit in the corner
And wait for Dame Luck
To step in tinkling
With her bells jingling
And to dance to your honour—
You're sure to pluck!
Do not make a horse of your wish
And ride it gaily,
For, bare wishes, devoid of action,
Will for ever, fix you in the same station—
While others from below will dish
You out and surface merrily!
Get up, ye man!
Work, work till ye perspire,
Gather all your energy nascent
And act in the present.
You will rise high-to your plan—
And others, you are sure to inspire!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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December, 1903
And if I can't speak about my love-
if I don't talk about your hair, your lips, your eyes,
still your face that I keep within my heart,
the sound of your voice that I keep within my mind,
the days of September rising in my dreams,
give shape and colour to my words, my sentences,
whatever theme I touch, whatever thought I utter.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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You Meaner Beauties of the Night
You meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly satisfy our eyes
More by your number than your light;
You common people of the skies,
What are you when the sun shall rise?
You curious chanters of the wood,
That warble forth Dame Nature's lays,
Thinking your voices understood
By your weak accents; what's your praise
When Philomel her voice shall raise?
You violets that first appear,
By your pure purple mantles known,
Like the proud virgins of the year,
As if the spring were all your own;
What are you when the rose is blown?
So, when my mistress shall be seen
In form and beauty of her mind,
By virtue first, then choice, a queen,
Tell me, if she were not design'd
Th' eclipse and glory of her kind?
poem by Henry Wotton
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