Penelope Pidgeon
Pidgeons were scavengers, hangers on
They scrapped and crapped
All over the square
They were worse than the Tourists
With the yanky doodle stare
Penelope got stuck
With Pidgeon
This was not her name...
But it stuck
Like mud to a shoe
And her feet were the giveaway 'clue'
Turned in as she walked
Grossly deformed
She was laughed at, at school
And hideously spurned
Devoid of affection
She had no recollection of love
Then one day in the park
She got a sign from'above'
At first sight she saw the wings of a dove
Descending slowly they turned to brownish grey
She felt a splat on her shoulder
It wasn't her day!
A pidgeon landed beside her on the street
Its toes were similar to hers
Curled up with one missing toe
It's feathers were mankey
It limped with nowhere to go
Feeling a 'flash of passion'
For the very first time
Penelope took it home
In a box
For weeks she kept it warm and fed
Some days it rested on her pillow in her bed
But she knew a day would come
When plump and fit it would be gone
Alas that day had come
She felt a pang a silent cry
But just before she let it fly
She clamped a ring around its feet
And to make the journey complete
She place a ring around her own
Hoping one day, it would fly back home
For Penelope could not forget
That fated day when they first met
Yvette smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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Pidgeon Roost Hollow
I'm living upon Pidgeon Roost Hollow-Where the sun seldom ever shines-Trying hard to make a dollar-Working in these dreary coal mines-I'm not happy on Pidgeon Roost Hollow-Tears are streaming down my face-If I ever get enough money-I'm sure gonna leave this place-I could never find the right woman-That I wanted for my wife-I had to accept the painful truth-I'll be a batchlor all of my life-I'll travel away down south-Where the days are filled with sun-I'll try to save enough money -To buy a little home for one.
poem by Joy Thacker
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I Stuck It Out With Passion
I stuck it out with passion.
I was not in it for any other reason.
Some have a connection of high fashion meant.
A statement others can either fake or not mention.
I stuck it out with passion.
And nothing less could from me give.
Sometimes I felt pitiful,
In my attempts to deliver.
Hoping to please and satisfy.
But not overestimating the climax expected,
Or desired.
I stuck it out with passion...
And I hope that leaves someone relieved.
Since I have learned to produce feeling proud!
Keeping my lips zipped after each performance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sweet Home
Come and bring me home, Angel;
How can life change so fast?
Why wasn't I prepared for all of this,
Can't you see it's killing me?
Can't you just make it easier,
My soul is dying slowly.
I'm missing you,
I'm missing my home,
I need to go home,
I'm dying to go home.
This is causing a pain in my heart,
A stroke, a tear drop,
I would love to scream,
But there's no room to scream.
Two years, after leaving home,
I never thought it would be this hard,
I never knew I would never forget.
I miss the streets, the shops,
The sun, the storms, the people,
The old school, the teachers,
The amazing real friends,
The most wonderful happiness that
I never knew would end just by leaving on a plane.
What's worser than losing a place you called HOME?
poem by Petra Tawfik
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Young Love
Since elementary school they became friends
They knew this friendship would never end.
She was seven, he was eight, but their lives
Were put in the hands of faith,
He always protected her from any harm
This was her knight - this was her charm.
When they got to middle school
They saw each other in a different light
They knew something was happening
This just wasn’t right.
As they was walking from school she tripped
And almost fell.
He grabbed her by the arm, and felt his groin
Begin to swell.
She got the same sensation as they held each other tight.
It was a feeling they knew they could not fight.
Their lips came together in a soft gentle kiss
Sending waves of passion that they could not resist.
As they pulled away, their lips were still on fire
And their insides was burning with desire.
So many thoughts and questions entered his mind
And the thoughts just flew by.
He told her in a whisper that could hardly be heard
It came out like on the wings of a bird.
Let me soar on the wings of a dove
Let me find everlasting love
Let the air waves carry me
To a place that’s loving and free.
Let me feel how love grows
This is something I don’t know
I never felt love before
Till you opened up the door.
I am now feeling what everyone talks about
And to the world I want to shout
If I can find love! Why can’t you?
This is something you’ve got to do.
From our childhood years, we felt
Something that we could not know
That it was a love that would forever grow.
I had her love from the start
And forever she will be in my heart.
poem by Louis Rams
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An Ancient Gesture
I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron:
Penelope did this too.
And more than once: you can't keep weaving all day
And undoing it all through the night;
Your arms get tired, and the back of your neck gets tight;
And along towards morning, when you think it will never be light,
And your husband has been gone, and you don't know where, for years.
Suddenly you burst into tears;
There is simply nothing else to do.
And I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron:
This is an ancient gesture, authentic, antique,
In the very best tradition, classic, Greek;
Ulysses did this too.
But only as a gesture,—a gesture which implied
To the assembled throng that he was much too moved to speak.
He learned it from Penelope...
Penelope, who really cried.
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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You saved me....
I walked down a endless black tunnel.
I gave up hope and I gave up looking.
I wasn't truly happy.
I wore fake smiles.
There wasn't much reason for me to go to school.
I would walk for hours.
Hours turned to days.
Days turned to weeks.
Weeks turned to months of walking in my lonely despair.
After a few months I began to see light.
When i surfaced you were the first one to catch my attention.
You pulled me out.
You made me happy.
You gave me reason to go to school.
You brought me out of my lonely despair.
And for that I thank you, and I will love you till the end of time maybe even longer.
poem by Kendra Swan
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True Love
true love is a rose
in a case that's locked to get closed
cuz it's way more expensive than anybody on earth
so bought mine off the street
true love man just can't be beat
i felt so complete
like all my romans turned into ??
and each night i look up
at a bright honey moon
it seems so built to last
even after my honey moon past
i went right after it
like a ghost
to the house it once haunted
day after day
i'd steal with my true love away
to some hide out left undisturbed
we could do what we wanted
but i started to feel like a liar
saying i love you
she was madly in love and at me
there's no in between
felt so cold
i can't make a stand
i'm her hired hand
i have to do harm
one day i got sick
she played me a nasty old trick
said i need cigarettes
walked round the block
caught a cab
stayed gone for too long
my love had gotten too strong
just to try getting back on my own
i had to go to rehab
all i need is a safe place to bleed
they said this is it
Well half a chance
steps in a dance
now i'm the king of the ward
cause i'm good and i swallow my sword
puke it up
so the doctor can write his prescription
tranquil as a dove
people that have lost their true love
they all seem to fit the same description
they feel cold, they feel old
like a no one
take me home
take me home today
take me out of this place
take me out, do it today
song performed by by Elliott Smith
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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First Kiss
Blind dates were not the norm for you, yet it worked out that way...
So I dressed up in all things new in hopes I looked O.K.
And so it was that we first met, shook hands, all smiles and grins
Still asking what the Fates had set as our blind date begins...
The restaurant turned out first class - our meal was well prepared.
Your finger paused, caressed your glass... I wondered if you cared.
You laughed at jokes made up in haste and ate contentedly...
The wine was excellent to taste and mellowed just like me...
I walked you home beneath the stars that twinkled like your eyes -
In time we knew this date would pass though it had been so nice!
Outside your door I shook your hand yet sighed so sad to part!
I prayed that you could understand the hopes within my heart!
You turned to go, my heart stood still - I breathed not in or out!
Then you turned back! We shared the thrill and kissed away all doubt!
Thus love was born, made manifest... acknowledged by our lips
And by the way we felt so blessed - hearts, toes and fingertips!
When I walked home I walked on air! My mind still in a dream!
I thought you were beyond compare - we're now a kissing team!
From that first kiss we've seen love grow to blossom like the rose...
God gave us light then watched it glow, recorded now in prose...
poem by Denis Martindale
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The man who lost his soul
The man who lost his soul had a hole for a heart,
And so, wherever he went, there was a draught
Until one day he met his 'better half'
And feeling complete
He could thaw his sad frozen feet, at last
At the fire of love
And all loss was a thing of the past!
yvette m smith jan 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Perfect Lover
My perfect lover was sent to me
By way of a hypnotherapist
On a soft deep couch
It summoned itself
Through soft words
Spoken
Soporific
Like drunk angels
Whose wings too heavy to fly
Rested on the shutters of the eye
Losing track of time
Lost in the hush of a cloakroom
When all have gone home
But one coat remains
Waiting to hang a life on it
Waiting for a love to come
Even after the fifty soft minutes have past
And the light breaks the shade at last
What remains
One single coat
You reach into it and pay
With a fifty pound note
yvette smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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When You Are Gone
When you are gone I will live on
I will live on
When you are gone
I will not mourn or forget
How love was born
Much stronger still
Though you are gone
You still live on
In birds in clouds
In simple flowers
In bones and flesh
That carry you
Each day, each hour
And this is your power
Though you are gone
Much stronger now
You still live on
In words that echo in the air
In scent of showers
Fallen leaves
In all of these
And feeling sense
You presence, felt in present tense
I will not mourn
Nor wil I grieve
For you live on
Inside of me
yvette m smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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I've Been Wondering Where You Were
I took the long way home,
To know what I had.
To know what in me wished,
And
To know what wished was missing.
I took the long way home.
I took the long way home,
To know what made me glad.
And,
That I felt so sad
Without happiness had.
I took the long way home.
Struggling what love to me had meant.
Inside I would admit it.
But outside it wouldn't show
What inside I really needed,
And know I craved it so.
And struggling what love to me had meant,
To be
Wasn't for me easy,
Yet
I wanted my need pleased.
Perhaps in me,
Too selfishly.
And
I took long way home,
To know what I had.
To know what in me wished,
And
To know what wished was missing.
I took the long way home.
And struggling what love to me had meant,
To be
Wasn't for me easy,
Yet
I wanted my need pleased and met.
Regretfully I almost left
What for me was always best.
And
Finally I see,
This love for me
Is you!
As it was and meant to be!
And I'll never leave,
You alone
To find love that I've known,
With you
Again!
I took the long way home.
'I've been wondering where you were.
Hoping you would find
What in my mind I knew.
And now you know this too.
Welcome you I do
Back home again! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Waiting By The School Gates
Look who's over
by the school gates
Reynard said
and you looked over
and there was Christina
with her school bag
over her shoulder
and her hands tucked
in the pockets
of her green coat
see you tomorrow
Reynard said
and walked on
giving Christina a stare
as he did most girls
finding them an enigma
yet to be solved
when you got
to where Christina was
she took her hands
out of her pockets
and put a hand
on your arm
I wish I was going
on the school bus
with you
then I could sit next to you
and I could tell you
about myself
and not have to cram
everything into a rush
of words as I do
at school
you looked over
to where the school bus
was waiting
you still had
five minutes
or so before
it took off
and you knew
Fred the driver
always did
a head count
before hand
don't you wish
I was there
on the bus too?
she asked
squeezing your arm
with her fingers
you turned
and looked at her
sure I do
you said
but you live here
and I live miles away
I know
she said
and I miss you
once your bus goes off
and I know
I won't see you
until the following day
and the weekend is worse
because then
I don't see you
for two whole days
other kids
passing through
the school gates
stared at you both
and Hill said
come on
or you'll miss
the bus
and he laughed
and moved on
and Christina stared
after him and said
what's his problem?
and you said
oh he hasn't been born yet
he gets this way
and she laughed
and said
maybe I'll come
on the country bus
to your village
and we can meet?
sure that'd be good
you said
and her eyes lit up
and she smiled
and leaned
towards you
and gave your cheek
a peck
and you said
look I got to go
and you took her hand
and gave it
a quick kiss
then turned
and walked quickly
towards the bus
knowing her eyes
were following
your every step
and that maybe
she dreamed
of you at night
and imagined you
beside her
and her dolls
and Teddy Bear
and you in turn
maybe imagined
at night
you too were there.
poem by Terry Collett
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Summers Gone
Crack and break, lifes big mistake,
Im feeling it too, theres no way home.
The summers gone,
The summers gone away.
Back down to earth, a conscience burst,
Im feeling it too, just slipped away.
The summers gone,
The love has gone,
The sun has gone away,
Away
Its turned to grey, just burned away,
A moment too soon, weve turned to grey...
Just like yesterday,
Its turned to black and white.
Cold as stone, no contact known
Youre feeling it too, as thoughts decay.
The summers gone, the colours gone,
The sun has gone away
Its turned to grey, just burned away,
A moment too soon, weve turned to grey,
Just like yesterday,
Its turned to black and white.
Oh, youre thinking back, youre going back to places that youve been,
Where days could last forever, but you can only dream,
Oh, were going back Im looking back to places that weve seen,
Moments that have been, places we can dream.
Crash and break, lifes big mistake,
Youre feeling it too, just slipped away.
The love has gone,
The summers gone away.
Its turned to grey, just burned away,
A moment too soon, weve turned to grey,
Just like yesterday, yesterday
Its turned to grey, just burned away,
A moment too soon, weve turned to grey,
Just like yesterday, yesterday...
song performed by by Feeder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A handful of sorrow
A handful of sorrow
called grief
In an hourglass
The sand slid through time slowly
They held onto their self help books
Like walking sticks
Refusing to grow old
Yet clutching at the grey day
Like a constant mourner
Working out a diary
The darkest sonnet
Looks framed
Eyes distracted from the road
Driving dangerously
Oblivious to the passengers
They took down slowly
To their death
Storms breaking even the oldest trees
Falling in time
yvette smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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Oh How That German Could Love!
[1st verse:]
Once I got stuck on a sweet little German
And oh what a German was she
The best that was walking, well what's the use talking
Was just made to order for me
So lovely, and witty, more yet she was pretty
You don't know until you have tried
She had such a figure, it couldn't be bigger
And there was some more yet beside
[chorus:]
Oh how that German could love
With a feeling that came from the heart
She called me her honey, her angel, her money
She pushed ev'ry word out so smart
She spoke like a speaker, and oh what a speech
Like no other speaker could speak
Ach my what a German when she kissed her Herman
It stayed on my cheek for a week
[2nd verse:]
This girl could squeeze, and it never would hurt
For that lady knew just how to squeeze
Her loving was killing, more yet she was willing
You never would have to say please
I just couldn't stop her, for dinner and supper
Some kisses and hugs was the food
When she wasn't nice it was more better twice
When she's bad she was better than good
[2nd chorus]
Oh how that German could love
With a sweetness that's sweeter than sweet
Just say what you please, you would hug and you'd squeeze
Just the shoes that she wore on her feet
Her smile was like money that somebody owed you
That somebody wanted to give
When you felt like dying and she started sighing
Ach my it was worthwhile to live
[3rd verse:]
Sometimes we'd love for a week at a time
And it only would seem like a day
How well I remember, one night in December
I felt like the middle of May
I'll bet all I'm worth that when she came on earth
All the angels went out on parade
No other one turned up, I think that they burned up
The pattern from which she was made
[3rd chorus:]
Oh how that German could love
With a love like you see in a play
When she said, "My dear," it would ring in my ear
For a year, and a week and a day
Her no was like yes, and her yes was like no
It was something like yes, it was, well
When we got together ach donner und vetter
'Twas love with a capital "L
song performed by by Irving Berlin
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When men have money and power they get turned on, sexually. They get horny as hell. Can't imagine why, though.
quote by Penelope Spheeris
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I'm not the new Penelope Cruz. I'm Paz Vega. There's only one Penelope and she's marvellous.
Coming Back To My Little Home
I come late to my home.
As I approach it,
I watch for my behavior
my feelings
if they are clean, talk and stand straight.
i make sure
i have no unfinished
business left:
everything is said,
told,
and done.
my room,
my my street,
my neighbors,
the house number
the five street lights bulbs
and my old car
-I do not use or care to fix, -
my 64 feet square garden,
And the silence of the night
make me feel home
and welcomed
to rest,
take off my clothes, and
all the good feelings with it.
my home
my love home
the woman i always see
waiting for me
late,
the child i like to kiss,
the stuck of white papers
needed to be filled,
and the few
articles: the subject does not really matter!
my home
my kitchen
my spared cans
and little milk
a loaf of bread that fills my eyes and hunger;
A jar of herbal tea i managed to make
my home and
my bed
stretching itself over my room
my home
my canvases
need to be recycled
recolored
and reborn
again,
again, and again.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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