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Knees Of My Bees

we share a culture same vernacular
love of physical humor and time spent alone
you with your penchant for spontaneous events
for sticky and raspy, unearthed and then gone
you are a gift promised sent with a wink
with tendencies for conversations that raise bars
you are a sage who is fueled by compassion
comes to nooks and crannies, is bound for all stars
you make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
you make the knees of my bees weak
you are a spirit that knows of no limit
that knows of no ceiling who baulks at dead-ends
you are a wordsmith who cares for his brothers
not seduced by illusions of fair-weather friends
you make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
you make the knees of my bees weak
you are a vision who lives by the signals of
stomach and intuition as your guide
you are a sliver of god on a platter
who walks what he talks and who cops when hes lied
you make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
you make the knees of my bees weak
you make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
you make the knees of my bees weak
you make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
you make the knees of my bees weak

song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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Luck favours the ordianary

Strong bees target on terminal flowers.
Some miss, some fail, some trail and some succeed.
Weak bees stumble on those shy and beneath.
They hardly miss the targets and get through.
Maids and servants are fortunate weak bees
30.05.2002, pakd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Oooo...Oooo-Oooo Wee Ow-ouch!

'I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.
I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'

Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch!

'More dominant and not the weak one.
I'm more dominant and not the weak one.'

Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch!

She says I'm on a pacifier.
Unreliable with too many needs.
She says I'm heat under the sheets...
But she's the one who buys the food we eat.

She says I'm not dependable at all.
And by herself she does the best she can alone,
To make all ends meet!
When bill collectors call.
And,
She's more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.

Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch.
More dominant and not the weak one?
More dominant and not the weak one?

Submissive when she comes to the bed.
Prepared to get her needs met!
And I am ever ready.

I've lost my job and the kids are fed.
I do the best I can...
But I'm not making the bread.
And my ego's thinly spread.
When the work I've done is meager.
And the words I hear from her...
Are wrestling in my head.

'I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'

And if I leave my family...
I'll lose my life instead.

'I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'

Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Bee-Boy's Song

Bees! Bees! Hark to your bees!
"Hide from your neigbours as much as you please,
But all that has happened, to us you must tell,
Or else we will give you no honey to sell!"

A maiden in her glory,
Upon her wedding - day,
Must tell her Bees the story,
Or else they'll fly away.
Fly away -- die away --
Dwindle down and leave you!
But if you don't deceive your Bees,
Your Bees will not deceive you.

Marriage, birth or buryin',
News across the seas,
All you're sad or merry in,
You must tell the Bees.
Tell 'em coming in an' out,
Where the Fanners fan,
'Cause the Bees are just about
As curious as a man!

Don't you wait where the trees are,
When the lightnings play,
Nor don't you hate where Bees are,
Or else they'll pine away.
Pine away -- dwine away --
Anything to leave you!
But if you never grieve your Bees,
Your Bees'll never grieve you.

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Knees Of My Heart

Knees of my heart
By: jimmy buffett, michael utley, will jennings
1984
Ive got a question for you
Please grant me an interview
Dont want to read it in a magazine
Dont want to see it on the silver screen
Dont let the craziness tear us apart
Im down on the knees of my heart
Down here on the knees of my heart
This comes from deep in my soul
Your sweet love has taken control
Ill swim across the ocean if you tell me so
Take you to the jump up if you want to go
Its never-y too late to make a brand new start
Im down here on the knees of my heart
Down here on the knees of my heart
Whoa how I will sing
If you give me everything
I live for the day
When theres nothing in our way
I will be waiting tonight
Youll find my boat by the light
Im gonna show you what my love can do
Out on the ocean all alone with you
Well find a desert island on an ancient chart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Whoa oh oh take me from the knees of my heart
Please take me from the knees of my heart
Whoa oh oh take me from the knees of my heart
Uh buh puh buh puh buh puh
Please from the knees of my heart
Whoa oh oh

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Godswill

Consider first the humble bees,
who do God's work upon their knees,
when nuzzling deep in dewy laps
and drinking deep of scented saps,
they softly spread the potent germ
that brings each rose to its full term.

So 'tis bees who seed that fragrant breed
that man's coarse nostrils can't but heed.

This brings us to a second thought,
which seems to be so deeply fraught
with doubts about the universe.
Could God's intent be so perverse?
What number of bees do you suppose is
fucked when sucked up people's noses?

poem by Red O'Mara
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Telling the Bees

A Colonial Custom

Bathsheba came out to the sun,
Out to our wallèd cherry-trees;
The tears adown her cheek did run,
Bathsheba standing in the sun,
Telling the bees.

My mother had that moment died;
Unknowing, sped I to the trees,
And plucked Bathsheba’s hand aside;
Then caught the name that there she cried
Telling the bees.

Her look I never can forget,
I that held sobbing to her knees;
The cherry-boughs above us met;
I think I see Bathsheba yet
Telling the bees.

poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese
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Looking For My Life

Oh lord, wont you listen to me now
Oh love, I got to get me back to you somehow
I never knew that life was loaded
Id only hung around birds and bees
I never knew that things exploded
I only found it out when I was down upon my knees
Looking for my life, looking for my life
Oh boy, youve no idea what Ive been through
Oh lord, I feel so stuck that I cant get to you
Had no idea that I was heading
Toward a state of emergency
I had no fear where I was treading
I only found it out when I was down upon my knees
Looking for my life
Caught up on me with intensity
Had no idea where I was heading
I only found it out when I was down upon my knees
Looking for my life, looking for my life
Oh boys you've no idea what Ive been through
Oh lord, I got to get back somehow to you
I never knew that life was loaded
Id only hung around birds and bees
I never knew that things exploded
I only found it out when I was down upon my knees
Looking for my life
I never got any G.C.E.s
I never knew that things exploded
I only found it out when I was down upon my knees
Looking for my life, looking for my life
Looking for my life, looking for my life

song performed by by George Harrison
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Luck Favours The Commoners

Strong bees target at terminal flowers.
Some miss, some fail, some trail and a few hit.
Weak bees stumble on flowers that lie low.
They hardly miss the targets and get through.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You Leave Me Weak

I'm the one who gets that look in your eye
And I'm the one who feels you tremble inside
I'm the one who steals those kisses from your breath
Sometimes it's so good at night it scares me to death
Thinkin' what would I do if I didn't have you
I'm as strong, strong as I can be
But ooh ooh ooh, baby you leave me weak
Put my hands upon your skin
And it warms me to the touch
All that I can think about while we're makin' love
Is I'm the only one who knows how passionate you get
About all of our deepest little secrets that we've kept
As the night gets longer, girl you just get stronger
And you pour yourself all over me
Ooh ooh ooh, baby you leave me weak
And it always blows me away, by the power that you hold
When the moment kicks in, and the magic unfolds
And you wrap your love around me and it brings me to my knees
Will you give me strength, all the strength that I need
As the night gets longer, girl you just get stronger
And you pour yourself all over me
Ooh ooh ooh, baby you leave me weak
Ooh ooh ooh, baby you leave me weak

song performed by by Toby Keith
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Sulking Flowers

Comparing the bees to the wandering males of human species,
Disheartening the waiting souls at the threshold of floral genesis,
For the pollen these bees brought unknowingly,
The generous flowers tip the nectar unconditionally.

Bees are the messengers, not the rapists as human,
Bees are the servants, not the incest driven as human,
Bees are the courier carriers, not the molesters as human,
Bees are innocent, not the illusionists scoundrels as human.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Just One Sniff of Gin

Money isn't capable,
Of having it stretch...
Past the eyes of the taxman.

Nor can it be squeezed,
Or pinched...
Without a sighing moan to groan.

Money as it is ('is') weak.
And can make an oooweee ow...
To dropp down,
On the ground slipping quick...
From greased and slickened,
Mansion banners.

You know,
The spiral and wrap around kind.

If you've been living high on a fat hog...
Money isn't capable,
Of passing the taxman's grasp.
With a frisking that could last,
Until the blood began to drip from cottage cheese.
The diet we adopted!
Provoked by the pinching of the squeeze.

Money as it is ('is') weak.
And can make an oooweee ow...
To dropp down,
On the ground slipping quick.

Money can't be used to make the rich any richer.
But it sure knows how to bring us all
To our knees.

Even 'if' you had it!
No...
Money can't be used to make the rich any richer.
But it sure can bring a squell,
To aging knees.

Money isn't capable,
Of having it stretch...
Past the eyes of the taxman.

But,
A few dollars right now...
Could buy me a 'sniff' of gin.

Could buy me a 'sniff' of gin.

Just one 'sniff' of Gin!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grim and Stuck On Their Knees

Grim and stuck on their knees.
Too many people with weak souls.
They are the ones claiming to know...
How others should go about their days,
And pray.

Grim...
And stuck on their knees.
Seekers wishing to be equal.
But complain about their troubles,
And evils they face all day.

Seen running to be hidden in shadows.
Running from realities they choose not to believe.
Desperate are the lives of these people.
Sharing as seen their half filled cups...
With others they seek,
Like them who have given up!

Grim...
And stuck on their knees.
They see themselves with bad luck.
Grim and stuck on their knees.
Afraid to get out of ruts.
They want their boats re-ruddered.

Grim and stuck on their knees.
They want them sugar buttered.
Grim and stuck on their knees...
They seek a life that's other than the one 'not' cookie cutter.

Grim...
And stuck on their knees.
They see themselves with bad luck.
Grim and stuck on their knees.
Afraid to get out of ruts.
They want their boats re-ruddered.

Grim and stuck on their knees.
They want them sugar buttered.
Grim and stuck on their knees...
They seek a life that's other than the one 'not' cookie cutter.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Her Name Rhymes With Mindy

Shes the one you see.
What more can I say?
Got the voice of an angel.
Perfect in every way.
From two till six,
we talked, we kissed.
The night was perfect bliss.
And I never felt like this.
Holding hands with her through the night.
I was scared, everythings all right.
I know I'm young.
She's smart, I'm dumb.
We leaned in for a kiss.
And I never felt like this.
This is for the girl who defines beauty
with her long blonde hair,
I can't see why everytime I see her,
I go weak in the knees.
Her name is Lindy and she want me.
As I think in my room of the feelings I have spawned,
I remind myself in two months you were gone.
My time with you my dreams came true,
and with you I can't miss.
And I never felt like this.
This is for the girl who defines beauty.
With her long blonde hair,
I can't see why everytime that I see her,
I go weak in the knees.
Her name is Lindy and she wants me.
I wrote this song to get you out of my mind.
But since I did, I think about you all the time.
This is for the girl who defines beauty.
With her long blonde hair,
I cant see why everytime I see her,
I go weak in the knees.
Her name is Lindy and she wants me.
She wants me and I want her.

song performed by by All American Rejects
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Going Down On Love

Got to get down, down on my knees
Got to get down, down on my knees
Going down on love
Going down on love
Going down, going down, going down
When the real thing goes wrong
And you cant get it on
And your love she has gone
And you got to carry on
And you shoot out the light
Aint coming home for the night
You know you got to, got to, got to pay the price
Somebody please, please help me
You know Im drowning in the sea of hatred
Got to get down, down on my knees
Got to get down, down on my knees
Going down on love
Going down on love
Going down, going down, going down
Something precious and rare
Disappears in thin air
And it seems so unfair
Nothing doin nowhere
Well you burn all your boats
And you sow your wild oats
Well you know, you know, you know the price is right!
Got to get down, down on my knees
Got to get down, down on my knees
Got to get down, down on my knees
Got to get down, down on my knees

song performed by by Lennon John
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Going Down On Love

Got to get down, down on my knees,
Got to get down, down on my knees.
Doo, doo, doo, doo,
Doo, doo, doo, doo, ooh.
Going down on love,
Going down on love,
Going down, going down, going down.
When the real thing goes wrong,
And you cant get it on,
And your love, she has gone,
And you got to carry on,
And you shoot out the light,
Aint coming home for the night,
You know you got to, got to, got to pay the price.
Somebody please, please, help me,
You know Im drowning in the sea of hatred.
I got to get down, down on my knees,
Got to get down, down on my knees.
Doo, doo, doo, doo,
Doo, doo, doo, doo, ooh.
Going down on love,
Going down on love,
Going down, going down, going down.
Something precious and rare,
Disappears in thin air,
And it seems so unfair,
Nothin doin nowhere,
Well, you burn all your boats,
And you sow your wild oats,
Well, you know, you know, you know the price is right.
Got to get down, down on my knees,
Got to get down, down on my knees,
Got to get down, down on my knees,
Got to, got to get down, down on my knees,
Oh!

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Going Down On Love

Got to get down, down on my knees,
Got to get down, down on my knees.
Doo, doo, doo, doo,
Doo, doo, doo, doo, ooh.
Going down on love,
Going down on love,
Going down, going down, going down.
When the real thing goes wrong,
And you cant get it on,
And your love, she has gone,
And you got to carry on,
And you shoot out the light,
Aint coming home for the night,
You know you got to, got to, got to pay the price.
Somebody please, please, help me,
You know Im drowning in the sea of hatred.
I got to get down, down on my knees,
Got to get down, down on my knees.
Doo, doo, doo, doo,
Doo, doo, doo, doo, ooh.
Going down on love,
Going down on love,
Going down, going down, going down.
Something precious and rare,
Disappears in thin air,
And it seems so unfair,
Nothin doin nowhere,
Well, you burn all your boats,
And you sow your wild oats,
Well, you know, you know, you know the price is right.
Got to get down, down on my knees,
Got to get down, down on my knees,
Got to get down, down on my knees,
Got to, got to get down, down on my knees,
Oh!

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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A Cocksure Chat-Up Line (Sonnet)

I suppose my chances are virtually zero
Of ever becoming a TV hero,
But couldn't you love me anyway,
I'm young and I'm virile and I'm not gay! !

Are you so hung-up on celebrity
That you wouldn't consider a guy like me?
I'm supposed to be very good in bed
And I'll give you the ecstasy that wakes up the dead!

Have you ever had a better chance
Of a really exciting, fantastic romance?
I bet my love makes you weak in the knees
'Cos I'm truly the expert on the birds and the bees!

But if you prefer to be famous and rich
Then that's up to you, you stuck-up bitch!
Just wait till you're older, you'll come crawling to me
And beg for forgiveness and then we'll see

Just who is the winner and who stands to lose
When I laugh you to scorn with your middle-aged blues! !

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Liar, Liar

A lie told and bought.
That's his business.
What can he plea to survive under good graces
What can he cry to be bathed in sympathy
What can he scream to make you bleed deep
What can he sing to make your knees go weak
He knows it all, but himself.
How clever can a boy be when he doesn't know his own identity?
When pressed for an answer,
he will run
he will hide
And when alone, he will whisper, 'I am a liar.'

poem by Jennifer K
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You Are

My free flying bird …
Your wings should never be clipped…
You are a queen, who will have range…
You are the lovers of lovers My sweet, sweet queen …
You are in my genes, as I am in yours...
your dew......running over me Keeps me wet..
Make the moisture rise Within my spirit …
My laughter is from you …
You are my strength when I am weak…
You invade my dreams, when I go to sleep …
You are the yin to my yang …
When we're apart...nothing seems the same…
The sound of your voice is like a ocean breeze …
Your touch seem to always put me at ease …
Your loving surrounds me, like a steamy hot bath …
You are the chuckle…to my laugh …
You are my joy, when I am sad…
You look at me with those eyes, I can't stay mad …
You are the best thing in my life The next best thing…
Is being your wife…
You have make me happy in so many ways I will thank God for you, the rest of my days…
I am drawn to you like a moth to a flame…
You make me weak in the knees, when you call my name No matter how near or far…
You are my one true love................yes …''WE ARE'

writen by Lowandalee and whisperkwane

poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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I Can't Drink The Lemonade I Made

When you miss me...
That's when we kiss a lot!
And when we're touching...
That's when we talk nonstop!
And when we're holding...
We begin to rock!
With a rocking heard...
Around the block.

You make my blood just rush!
If I had it in me I would blush.
You make my chest puff up!
Knowing that somebody loves me...
That much!

When you're near me my knees get weak.
And,
When we're not together I don't sleep.
And,
There's little more I can do...
When my mind's always on you too!

And,
When you're near me my knees get weak.
And,
When we're not together I don't sleep.
And,
There's little more I can do...
When my mind's always on you too!

Oh,
I can't drink the lemonade.
No...
I can't drink the lemonade I made!
Oh,
I can't drink the lemonade.
No...
I can't drink the lemonade I made!

And,
When you're near me my knees get weak.
And,
When we're not together I don't sleep.
And,
There's little more I can do...
When my mind's always on you too!

You make my blood just rush!
If I had it in me I would blush.
You make my chest puff up!
Knowing that somebody loves me...
That much!

Oh,
I can't drink the lemonade.
No...
I can't drink the lemonade I made!
Oh,
I can't drink the lemonade.
No...
I can't drink the lemonade I made!

When you miss me...
That's when we kiss a lot!
And when we're touching...
That's when we talk nonstop!
And when we're holding...
We begin to rock!
With a rocking heard...
Around the block.

Oh,
I can't drink the lemonade.
No...
I can't drink the lemonade I made!
Oh,
I can't drink the lemonade.
No...
I can't drink the lemonade I made!
I can't drink the lemonade I made!
No...
I can't drink the lemonade.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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