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Petite Moi

Je suis fatigue

Je suis petite

MOI

Je sais

Le Grande Illusion

Je suis fatigue

Petite moi

Moi?

Pity moi?

Pity me?

No man is an island

Je suis fatigue

Shopping aisles

Church aisles

Flat pack IKEA

Islands

And shopping malls full of lost souls

The dispossessed carriers of anonymous sperm

donors

Petite moi?

(le grande femme......I have struggled with Obesity for years...it clouds my thoughts.....I weep subcutaneous glycerol tears that's a 'figure' of speech in the photograph where we are a smiling absent family.

Pity moi?

Sod it my french is MAL

I'm done with Self PITY

In Santas Grotto the elf's motto was

Life's too short!

So i'll eat my pre packed greens

Erect my flat pack shelves

And carry a thousand digitalised friends

on my phone

No man is an Island but,

Sometimes he just vants ta be ALONE!

by mavis 'not so' lonely BINGLEY (of Wigan)

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La petite môme

La petite môme
La pauvre petite môme
Elle est degoutant
Elle est effrayant

Mais essayez vous
Attendez, attendez
Elle va commmencer
de chanter, oui, chanter

Ecoutes sa voie
Et, ben, voila
Tu dis 'ohlala'
'C'est incroyable ça'

Puis maintenant
Elle n'est pas effrayant
Elle n'est pas degoutant
La petite môme

La belle petite môme

poem by Mariam de Haan
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Jeanne

Jeanne met toutes ses billes dans la course au pouvoir,
Au succs jeanne nest pas cours de ressources pour sduire qui lui plat
Jeanne connat bien lart des retouches et lenvers du dcor
Elle corrige la forme de sa bouche, les lignes de son corps
Petite jeanne deviendra grande quand ses rves auront chang
Petite jeanne deviendra forte quand ses jouets prfabriqus sront uss
Jeanne aimrait dner au champagne tous les soirs de lanne
Eclipser les autres par son charme, son talent, ses ides
Jeanne voudrait avoir ses pieds des amants riches et beaux
Au bras de qui elle sourirait la une des journaux
Petite jeanne deviendra grande quand ses rves auront chang
Petite jeanne deviendra forte quand ses jouets prfabriqus seront casss
Jeanne voudrait dormir dans la soie, le velours, le satin
Jeanne en veut, fait tout, croisent les doigts pour aider le destin
Non, jeanne na pas besoin quon lui fasse un dessin.

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Columns Of Solomon

She sat near the columns of Solomon,
her green liquid pools
overflowing their banks
and running down in streams
across her petite features.
The dreams they had were shattered
as the sword was thrust into his heart
draining his life away
on grasslands far away.
She sit alone now
near the columns of Solomon
her petite features stained
with tears flowing
for her lost love
gone now from her forever.

23 November 2009

poem by David Harris
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Révolte

Je suis révolté,
Révolté contre toute forme de retraite anticipée,
Révolté contre l’inaptitude juvénile,
Je suis révolté contre toute forme de discrimination,
Révolté contre toute forme de racisme,
Je suis révolté,
Je n’ai pas de place dans la société,
Je suis révolté,
Ma jeunesse paraît vielle,
Encore jeune, je suis vigoureux,
Encore jeune, j’ai des projets,
Encore jeune, je veux avancer,
Encore jeune,
Je suis révolté contre toute forme de l’inactivité,
Le jeune, c’est la force,
Le jeune, c’est la détermination,
La jeune, c’est le pouvoir de percer,
Alors, je dois avancer,
Je dois percer,
Je dois y arriver,
Car c’est mon destin,
Je dits non à la paraisse,
Je dits non, au découragement,
Je ne regarde plus que mon devenir,
Je me retourne que vers mon avenir,
Mon ambition me guide,
J’apprends à devenir grande personne,
Ma jeunesse c’est mon temps,
Je dois en profiter,
Apprendre, lire, m’informer,
C’est mes habitudes,
Alors, je suis révolté de ne rien faire,
Je suis révolté qu’on me bloque le passage,
Je suis révolté de n’être pas intégré,
Révolté et encore révolté,

poem by Kafun Lady
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L'homee Que Je Suis

L' home que je suis
Not so forgiving
L' home que je suis
A christian
L' home que je suis
Born to reach ou to others
L' home que je suis
Friendly and warm

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Croissant Bleu

Quand j'ai vu vos yeux pour la premiere fois,
J'etais perdu
Je suis venu a la Closerie Des Lilas tres souvent
On attend pour ces moments divins pour toute la vie
Mon coeur a ete prit par joie et mal
Quand je suis avec vous, je suis perdu
Just a few
Quand je suis amoureux, c'est la peur
Juste un peu
C'etait en octobre, il y a deux ans et c'etait la troisieme fois que je vous ai vu
J'ai pas eu le courage pour ces premiers mots impossibles
Et meme reflechir a ce probleme pour commencer une conversation etait un cliche
Quand je suis avec vous, je suis perdu
Just a few
Quand je suis amoureux, c'est la peur
Juste un peu
J'etais bien place au bar et camoufle derriere un livre tres important
Avec un sourire dans vos yeux vous m'avez demande : < Quel est le titre de
votre livre ? >
Et j'ai repondu apres une pause assez artificielle : < Je ne sais pas ! >
Quand je suis avec vous, je suis perdu
Just a few
Quand je suis amoureux, c'est la peur
Juste un peu

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Croissant Bleu

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Pity, pity, pity

Look at to the unwanted child
Look at to the divorced wife
Look at to the homeless man
What people do other than saying
“Pity, pity, pity”

Look at to the tragic hero
Look at to the sympathized villain
Look at to the clueless victim
What witnesses do other than staring
“Pity, pity, pity”

Look at to the crazy dreamer
Look at to the unlucky gambler
Look at to the stubborn fighter
What friends do other than whispering
“Pity, pity, pity”

Look at to the withering flower
Look at to the starving animal
Look at to the extinct nature
What human do other than howling
“Pity, pity, pity”

Look at to the empty spaces
Look at to the blank faces
Look at to the lost traces
What devils do other than laughing
“Pity, pity, pity”

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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That Pity B-Gone!

Let that pity b-gone!
No more from me you get pity.
That pity b-gone!
You indulged and had to rid of it.
That pity b-gone.
And also going are those benefits.
If you carry on...
Like you can't handle it!

We knew that pity had to split!
B-gone.
We knew that our hearts would split, and soon...
B-gone.
If we let that pity sit,
Between us....
Both of us would have a fit.
If we let that pity sit,
Both of us would have a fit.
If we let that pity sit...
Between us!

And...
You'd believe,
That I could never love you.
To leave me feeling sorry,
And blue.

But...
I would know,
How deep inside my love goes.
And protecting what I love,
Before it overflows.

So...
No more from me you get pity.
That pity b-gone!
You indulged and had to rid of it.
That pity b-gone.
And maybe not so much the benefits.
Since I would miss too much your many moods.

That pity b-gone.
No more from me you get pity.
That pity b-gone!
You indulged and had to rid of it.
That pity b-gone.
No more from me you get pity.
That pity b-gone!
You indulged and had to rid of it.
That pity b-gone.
No more from me you get pity.
That pity b-gone!
You indulged and had to rid of it.
That pity b-gone.
No more from me you get pity.
That pity b-gone!
You indulged and had to rid of it.
That pity b-gone!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pour Toi En Ce Jour De St Valentin

pour toi qui est le cheri de mon cœur
je suis ta femme et ton âme sœur

null amour est infaillible
pourtant le notre est crédible

tant d’années ont passées
les sentiments pas chassés

offres moi une fleur nommé lys
car pour toi je suis sans artifice

aujourd’hui j’ai juste envie
de te dire jouissons ensemble de la vie

car ceci est un précieux cadeau du ciel
à déguster et savourer comme du miel

pour toi qui est le cheri de mon coeur
je suis ta femme et âme soeur

devant l'étérnel

poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Condamnation

Des heures et des jours, des semaines et des mois
Se sont écoulés sous le pénible poids
De ton absence.
Le squelette exposé
Comme le colibri déplumé
Aux rayons denses
D’un soleil infernal.
Cela me fait grand mal
De ne pas pouvoir te voir,
Durant cette éternité dans l’entonnoir.

Je suis cloué dans mon émoi,
Face aux canons intoxiqués.
Triste et résigné,
Je suis bien disposé à porter
La plus lourde croix,
Laquelle est de t’avoir aimée.
C’est la grande offense, le péché
Qui m’enverra désillusionner
Au fond des bois.

Mes yeux pleurent, mon âme.
Je suis isolé, désolé et désossé
Au fond de cette fosse enflammée.
Mes peines sont insupportables, ô femme!
Où es-tu? C’est impossible de te voir.
Les semaines sont devenues des mois dans le noir;
Et des années, des décennies de faux espoirs.
Oh! Femme, je suis seul dans l’entonnoir.
Je suis cloué dans mon émoi
Depuis des heures, des semaines et des mois.

Où es-tu? C’est impossible de te voir.
Oh! Femme, je suis seul dans l’entonnoir.
Mes yeux pleurent, mon âme.
Mes peines sont insupportables, ô femme!
La croix est incroyablement lourde;
Mon crime et unique péché,
C’est de t’avoir aimée
Comme Notre Dame de Lourdes.

poem by Hebert Logerie
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With A Pity That You Want

With a pity that you want,
To prove it.
With a pity that you want.

And with a pity that you want,
To prove it.
With a pity that you want.

You weep too deep,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.
To realize...
A pain you keep.
With a pity that you want,
To prove it.
With a pity that you want.

Other people who have less,
Do their best to not in public bleed.

But...
You're one of those,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.
Yes you're one of those,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.

You weep too deep,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.
And your wants are weak.
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.

Other people who have less,
Do their best to not in public bleed.

But...
You're one of those,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.
Yes you're one of those,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.

You're one of those,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.
Yes you're one of those,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.

Other people who have less,
Do their best to not in public bleed.
Oh...
But you're one of those,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.
Yes you're one of those,
With a pity that you want to prove it.
With a pity that you want.

With a pity that you want,
To prove it.
With a pity that you want.

And with a pity that you want,
To prove it.
With a pity that you want,
To show you're one of those...
With a pity that you want,
To show exposed.
With a pity that you want,
To be one of those!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don’t Pity Me

I can stand on my own two feet
Spare me the reminder that I came from those lonely streets
Which made me cold as I grew old
Don’t pity me, no don’t pity me at all
I did what was necessary to survive
Build my dreams on hard concrete
Fed myself dust until I couldn’t eat
Why pity me, why pity me at all
Now that I am full, I can use the energy
To do what you could have done
Saved me instead of feeling sorry
Because you pity me, and you pity me until I was no more
So the next time you look down and see me
Remember this, it could have been you not me.

poem by Landsley Alexandre
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Je Suis Africain

Je suis africain,
Le sang du peuple noir coule dans mes veines,
Je suis africain, je vente et vend ma culture,
Je suis africain, je suis fière de l’être,
Je suis africain,
Depuis toujours je l’ai été,
Depuis le ventre de ma mère,
Avant même que je fût conçu,
Laisser moi venter ma Négritude,
Laisser moi chanter que je suis noir,
Oh, quelle jolie peau,
Oh quelle peau endurante,
Oh quelle force,
Oh quelle élégance,
Mon sol donne des fruits à chaque période,
La pluie n’arrête d’arroser mon champ,
J’aime ma culture,
J’aime mon Afrique,
Car je puis tout faire dans le pays de mes ancêtres,
Je suis libre chez moi,
L’exode me conduit dans la séparation avec mon Afrique,
L’exode m’empêche de cerner encore et encore ma destinée dans mon propre pays,
Oh quel bonheur d’être africain,

poem by Kafun Lady
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Get Up Off That Pity Pot

Why don't you,
Get up off that pity pot...
You've sat on quite a lot.
Why don't you get up off that pot.
Why don't you get up off that pot.
Why don't you,
Get up off that pity pot...
You've sat on quite a lot.
Why don't you get up off that pot.
Why don't you get up off that pot.

No need to keep weeping tears,
That long ago overflowed.
Why don't you,
Get up off that pity pot...
You've sat on quite a lot.

Holding onto woes,
Have eroded your motives.
Get up off that pity pot...
You've sat on quite a lot.
So wipe your eyes to dry,
And realize...
You are not alone.
You're not alone.
You are not alone.
You're not alone.
Get up!
Off your butt!

Get up off that pity pot...
You've sat on quite a lot.
Why don't you get up off that pot.
Why don't you get up off that pot.
Why don't you,
Get up off that pity pot...
You've sat on quite a lot.
Why don't you get up off that pot.
Why don't you get up off that pot.
And realize...
You are not alone.
You're not alone.
You are not alone.
You're not alone.
Get up!

Get up off that pity pot...
You've sat on quite a lot.
You need to get up off that pot.
Why don't you get up off that pot.
Why don't you,
Get up off that pity pot...
You've sat on quite a lot.
You need to get up off that pot.
Why don't you get up off that pot,
And stop those woes to drop.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Pity You

I pity you when you walk down the street
I pity you when you open your mouth to speak
You will tell your story, with its pity and glory
As sympathy is all that you do seek.

I pity you and your parents dear
I pity you when from you they don’t want to hear
As you put them to blame, for your sadness and pain
That’s why for you no-one will shed a tear.

I pity you when you laugh and smile
I pity you as your life is full of guile
But you are the source, for your sadness and remorse
And you wont change even when walking your last mile.

I pity you as you once had something
I pity you as now you have nothing
You threw everything away, so you could stray
Now your retribution will be coming.

I pity you as with time you will age
I pity you with your hate and your rage
You will always fight, whether you are wrong or right
You are the animal and your soul is your cage

I pity you and I do it without a clue
I pity you whenever I see or hear of you
There is no sympathy, as your not my friend or enemy
And all I can say is, that I truly pity you.

Randy L. McClave

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French Funk

Hello!
Tu dis que je suis un fous
Je dis que tu es la folie
Tu dis que je suis un fous
Je dis que tu es la folie
Tu dis je suis un grand filou
Je dis tu es la vche qui rie
Tu dis je suis un grand filou
Je dis tu es la vche qui rie
Non je ne fume pas
Non je ne fume des cigarettes
Non je ne fume pas
Parce-que je fume seulement de lherbe
Mon coeur est un gare central
Mon coeur est seulement pour toi
Mon coeur est un gare central
Mon coeur est seulement pour toi
Ne sais pas que tu veus la meme chose
Je ne sais pas, mais je croix
Aprs trap de veuve cliquot
I kick the ass of miss trudeaux
Non je ne fume pas
Non je ne fume des cigarettes
Non je ne fume pas
Non je ne fume des cigarettes
Non je ne fume pas
Non je ne fume des cigarettes
Non je ne fume pas
Parce-que je fume seulement de lherbe

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Flower Power

It really isn't funny
When the day is warm and sunny
But your nose is red and runny
Though you haven't got the flu.

And isn't it a pity
When the garden looks so pretty
That you eyes are dry and gritty
So you can't enjoy the view.

Throughout the Summer season
While you're coughin', pantin', wheezin',
Snufflin', splutterin' and sneezin'
Others frolic in the sun.

Antihistamines can buffer
The discomfort that you suffer
Still, you find it so much tougher,
In a heatwave, to have fun.

It's amazing that a flower
So petite, can have the power
To reduce, within an hour
Human beings to floods of tears.

So we all should raise a glass
To the humble blade of grass
No, on second thoughts - I'll pass!
Here's to Autumn weather - CHEERS!

poem by Dawn Ferrett
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Purple... Purple

Purple... Purple;
Such a beautiful
Color-
You wore it with clever
Intentions to lull her.
Purple... Purple;
You knew it was my favorite.
Purple... Purple;
You'd chuckle as you'd brave it.

Ever... Ever;
You promised
Your heart-
She charmed and disarmed you
Before you could start.
Ever... Ever;
You'd drown in your tears.
Ever... Ever;
Though she'd fade with years.

Smiling... Smiling;
I'd never
Forget-
That smile above that purple
Before you'd regret.
Smiling... Smiling;
You'd smile for her.
Smiling... Smiling;
Dying, though you were.

Never... Never;
I left with
No pause-
Your wallowing sickness gave me
Plenty cause.
Never... Never;
You seem far away.
Never... Never;
Despite what you'd say.

Pity... Pity;
I lost all
For you-
Pity... Pity;
What one girl
Can do.

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Mea Culpa

(curly m.c./david fairstein)
.
Kyrie eleison
Christe eleison
.
Je ne dors plus
(the time has come)
.
Je te desire
(the time has come)
.
Prends moi
Je suis a toi
Mea culpa
.
Je veux aller au bout de me fantasmes
Je sais que cest interdit
Je suis folle. je mabandonne
.
Mea culpa
Kyrie eleison
Christe eleison
.
Je suis la et ailleurs
Je nai plus rien
Je deviens folle
Je mabandonne
.
Mea culpa
.
Je ne dors plus
Je te desire
Prends moi
Je suis a toi
.
Kyrie eleison
Christe eleison
.
Je suis la et ailleurs
Je veux tout
Quand tu veux
Comme tu veux
.
Mea culpa
Kyrie eleison
(translation:
Lord have mercy
Christ have mercy
.
I cant sleep anymore
(the time hascome)
.
I desire you
(the time has come)
.
Take me
Im yours
Im guilty
.
I want to go to the end of my fantasies
I know it is forbidden
I am crazy. I am letting myself go
.
Im guilty
Lord have mercy
Christ have mercy
.
I am here and somewhere else
I have nothing more
I am becoming crazy
I am letting myself go
.
Im guilty
.
I cant sleep anymore
I desire you
Take me
Im yours
.
Lord have mercy
Christ have mercy
.
I am here and somewhere else
I want everything,
When you want,
As you like
.
Im guilty
Lord have mercy )
Mea culpa (fading shades mix)
(curly m.c./david fairstein)
.
Turn off the light,
Take a deep breath and relax
O sacrum convivium
Recolitur passionis eius
Je ne dors plus (je ne dors plus)
Je te desire (je te desire)
Je veux aller au bout de mes fantasmes
Je sais que cest interdit
Prends moi (prends moi)
Je suis a toi (je suis a toi)
Mea culpa (mea culpa)
Turn off the light,
Take a deep breath and relax
Prends moi (prends moi)
Je suis a toi (je suis a toi)
Mea culpa (mea culpa)
O sacrum convivium
Recolitur passionis eius
Prends moi (prends moi)
Je suis a toi (je suis a toi)
Prends moi (prends moi)
Je suis a toi (je suis a toi)
Mea culpa (mea culpa)
Prends moi (prends moi)
Je suis a toi (je suis a toi)
Mea culpa prends moi
Je suis a toi mea culpa (mea culpa)
Prends moi
Je suis a toi
Mea culpa
Turn off the light,
Take a deep breath and relax
Prends moi (prends moi)
Je suis a toi (je suis a toi)
Mea culpa (mea culpa)
(translation
Turn of the light,
Take a deep breath and relax
O sacret banquet
His passion is renewed
I cant sleep anymore
I desire you
I want to go to the end of my fantasies
I know its forbidden
Take me
Im yours
Im guilty
Turn off the light,
Take a deep breath and relax
Take me
Im yours
Im guilty
O sacred banquet
His passion is renewed
Take me
Im yours
Take me
Im yours
Im guilty
Take me
Im yours
Im guilty
Im yours, Im guilty
Take me
Im yours
Im guilty
Turn off the light,
Take a deep breath and relax
Take me
Im yours
Im guilty )

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La petite môme

Jeanne

Columns Of Solomon

Révolte

L'homee Que Je Suis

Croissant Bleu

Croissant Bleu

Pity, pity, pity

That Pity B-Gone!

Pour Toi En Ce Jour De St Valentin

Condamnation

With A Pity That You Want

Don’t Pity Me

Je Suis Africain

Get Up Off That Pity Pot

I Pity You

French Funk

Flower Power

Purple... Purple

Mea Culpa

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