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Barren Chatter

Cake walks and avalanches dangle inviting
morsels of distress rushing like television
on schedules of mischief with egos aplenty
hauling the barrow without common vigilance
to dance on the fresh dirt while packing bodies in.

Loose change tumbles from limp palms and interest plans;
crescendos of misery sing in scoundrel ears
as set forth by campaigns of sin terrifying
to line up the languid in perilous events
always on schedule while creating blind demand

without sympathy to humans in mortal need
or harmony with living things beneficent.
Tangle knots of certainty grin from broken teeth
whittled to nubs by gnawing predatory greed,
the gums bleed fresh prayers to the curtain in the back.

poem by John Weber
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Pounding Sexuality

Hounds on the prowl...
Wolves in silk and satin,
Growl.
Tasty morsels loose unleashed.
Waiting unsuspectedly,
To dangle and mesh...

A hidden inner beast!

Pounding sexuality,
And tearing the seams from sheets!
No one lays a victim here...
It is clear these dogs only stalk,
And eat
Fresh and tender meat!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Empty Handed

Here I am, take me
It's easier to give in no oo woo oo woo oo o
Some people mistake me
They only hear what they want to hear
If you're losing sleep, forgive me
I just can't keep pretending
I'm packing my bags 'cause I don't wanna be
The only one who's drowning in their misery
And I'll take that chance 'cause I just wanna breathe
And I won't look back and wonder how it's supposed to be
How it's supposed to be ho woo
There's a prism by the window
It lets the light leak in no oo woo oo woo oo o
I wish you would let me
You feel the water but do you swim mm mm oh oo oh oo woo oo oh
And it's only me, empty handed
With a childish grin, and a camera
I'm packing my bags 'cause I don't wanna be
The only one who's drowning in their misery
And I'll take that chance 'cause I just wanna pray
And I won't look back and wonder how it's supposed to be
How it's supposed to be ho woo woo
How it's supposed to be
La da, n da, n da n da n da
La da, n da, n da n da aye, aye
La da n da n da n da aye aye
La da n da n da
La da, n da, n da n da n da
La da, n da, n da n da aye, aye
La da n da n da n da aye aye
La da n da n da
Well I'm packing my bags 'cause I don't wanna be
The only one who's drowning in their misery
And I'll take that chance 'cause I just wanna breathe
And I won't look back and wonder how it's supposed to be
How it's supposed to be
Tell me how it's supposed to be
Tell me how, tell me how, tell me how it's supposed to be
Ohh oo woo ho oo oh, ho oo woo ho oo woo
Only one, the only one who's drowning in their misery
'Cause I'm packing my bags
'Cause I'm packing my bags
And I won't be back
Yeah eh yeah
Packing my bags 'cause I don't want to be Ohh oo woo, yeah eh yeah

song performed by by Michelle Branch
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A Dental Poem

Natural teeth are best for men;
See the dentist now and then;
Don’t eat more of sugar stuff;
Don’t chew tobacco or puff!

Brush your teeth, both morn and night;
Wear your dentures, smooth and light;
Floss your teeth to rid off food;
Keep your oral hygiene good.

Extract teeth that hurt the cheek;
Let gums not bleed nor turn weak;
Rinse your mouth after a café;
Keep your God-given teeth safe.

Do not drink hot tea / coffee;
Do not eat sweets like toffee;
Let your breath be fresh and free;
Keep your teeth strong and healthy!

poem by John Celes
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I Have Seen

I have seen many birds, but the peacock is different.I have seen many snake, but the bead-like snake is the most beautiful! it has a robe of velvet.There species spinach but the red spinach is the most fresh.I have met many girls but the lady i saw FUNMILOLA i affirmed that there is no end to God creative mysteries! her beauty come's in different forms, her beauty is unique, she's lovely and fresh, she walks elegantly in beauty, her eyes are angelic, her thight are honey! brain and beauty! tall slim with a crown of rich hair, silver white teeth, when i sing of your beauty don't plug your ears, my music is dance-able.The butterfly cannot but the flowers, you own the house i want to live in, you own the door tha i am knocking at, open the door and let me in.

poem by Tijani Adebowale Destiny
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Villanelle Of Spring Bells

Bells in the town alight with spring
converse, with a concordance of new airs
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.

People emerge from winter to hear them ring,
children glitter with mischief and the blind man hears
bells in the town alight with spring.

Even he on his eyes feels the caressing
finger of Persephone, and her voice escaped from tears
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.

Bird feels the enchantment of his wing
and in ten fine notes dispels twenty cares.
Bells in the town alight with spring

warble the praise of Time, for he can bring
this season: chimes the merry heaven bears
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.

All evil men intent on evil thing
falter, for in their cold unready ears
bells in the town alight with spring
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.

Submitted by Andrew Todd

poem by Keith Douglas
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That's It That's All

Back on the scene for ya'll people's delight
You want peace for the people then ya say alright
'Cause George W's got nothing on me
We got to take the power from he
When I'm on the mic I feel good to go
Like a snow day for school with hot cocoa
So don't speak what I heard, just say what I know
And my zodiac sign is Scorpio
Look what the cat dragged in
The creme de la creme without the skin
So take a rest and mind your own biz
And that's it that's all that's all there is
Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
One for Brooklyn, two for Manhattan
Let's go to work, get those hands clappin'
Make you bounce, rock, roll and skate
Don't underrate how I operate
It ain't what you say, it's what you mean
Intention leads to action, that is my theme
So pay attention now as I begin to recap
Puttin' words and ideas stacked back to back
Some rhymes go flat, well mine go fizz
I got no time for the drama 'cause stress is for kids
'Cause when you're dead and buried well you got no biz
And that's it that's all that's all there is
Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
Brand new
The time and place for the mind is here and now
Keep the mind present less to worry about
But like the hammer to the nail hit the nail on the head
Well I don't shoot blanks and I don't shoot lead
Well I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh
T-shirt and no pants and I dance the bugaloo
Like George Whipple on New York One
Got a hairy ass and that's no fun
I'm in the rhyme zone a different time zone
And on the microphone you know that I'm at home
It's time we looked past all our differences
An' that's it that's all that's all there is
Come on
Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
An' that's
Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you

song performed by by Beastie Boys
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On Some White Corpuscles

your teeth are yellow and you say these are healthy teeth
you must envy
these yellow teeth
your eyes are happy, they are smiling till the last day,
and you are proud saying
look, these are happy eyes why not take a picture
of them and copy them
to be your eyes,
your skins are tight and you are too very proud of them
these skins hold my bones and there are no rattlings
in the house of your body

then i ask what is your problem then, why you too
take the walks in the morning?
you said your hemoglobin count is low and you sometimes
faint and your lover is worried always taking you limp
in his arms when you kiss in the dark,

i see, this kind of thing to a man of your lifetstyle,
i need not ask if you have been taking large doses
from his white corpuscles,
from the cartilage between his legs,

something too personal you say
there is no envy somehow
you close your mouth hiding your yellow teeth
with some sauce still
about to dry on the gums,

last night, you say, was the best night you ever had,
something new
fresh and you are frank enought to admit
something that you always eat
and swallow

will not last you a life time
love to you, is always, a temporary, fleeting thing,

a fact too tight like your skin
holding all your dangling bones

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I say you use your index finger too much!

What was that? An opinion stolen
Standart haircuts and copied voices
Worries taken fresh from the Television

When you turn your head away
You can't convince me
that you dare to be different than any of them
Emoticon expressions are more realler than your face

What you try is to conform me
You feel so 'down' with tha world
Annoying me to an extent which is unkown to mankind
Every nerve inside me is stepped being on
My hands start to bleed, from my nails in my palms

I say you use your index finger way too much

The back of their heads
A fucking brick will be fine
To the back of their heads
You don't excist anyway

poem by Alien Zoo
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Fresh Blood

All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
He gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris
Just detained her and drained her on the spot
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
And I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Freshness is Beauty

Not fresh is she now to her spouse.
She is often put to the disuse,
Much to her disgust and despair.
Beauty deteriorating without use.

Fresh is still she, to other men
And hence appears a beauty
But guarded from any misuse,
Beauty decaying for want of use.

Fresh to him are other women
In whom he finds fresh beauty.
But he is fretted from straying,
Beauty suffering behind the bar.

Change of things – Beauty strives.
Change of mates – Passion lasts.
21.06.96

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fresh blood (Lyrics)

All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
he gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right

Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again

In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris,
Just detained her and drained her on the spot

Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again

Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me

No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close

Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
and I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again

Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me

poem by Satan's Sibling
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Shes Nubs

Its kinda hard to wear high heels, or slip on banana peels
How does she get in and out of tubs
I hope she dont get mad, I hope she thinks this song is good not bad
Cause we think that shes totally rad, shes nubs.
No fingers, no toes, she doesnt own elbows,
No phalanges no knobby knees to knock
She dont need knuckles or hands to go see punk rock bands
Shes always in the stands, shes nubs
She cant pick up a phone, she cant get dressed alone
Shes got no funny bone, shes nubs
No shoes for feet but we sure do think shes neat, shes nubs, shes nubs, shes nubs.
I asked her if she want a drink, I asked her if she liked toronto,
I asked her to go out to the bar, but all she said was no, no and no
It was time for us to leave, so I grabbed and shook her sleeve
And told her Id see her at the next club she got into a pack
And some guy put her on his back, she said goodbye and kinda waved her stub
Shes got beauitful eyes, and breasts regular size,
But without calves and thighs, shes nubs
Its hard to give good head or get tied to a bed,
When all youve got is a body and head, shes nubs
Shes nubs, shes nubs, shes nubs...
Oh she may not walk the walk, and she may not like to talk
But boy she sure knows how to rock, shes nubs.

song performed by by NOFX
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Dancing To The Tune Of Life

the dance of life pulsates
like blood rushing inside our hearts

turning left turning right
we rotate we vibrate
we collide we slide
we tumble we gargle
we dangle we tangle

it does not matter what steps to take
forward or backward
we dance the dance of life to the tune of life
what matters most is we just do it
such a short moment
not meant to be wasted

let us dance before the next moment comes
soon the dance is over
we rest if we must but we can always say
we danced to the tune of life
we were so happy
we did not have the words of regrets

we reach the edge and then we fall
we are gone and then forgotten
we do not have to tell them
we were once here and we did our best
that this place was never ours
we had the best of times
we wrote the best lines

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Concert Of Conceit

the grandstand
graced with greed
a design of deprivation
a backdropp of betrayal
choreographies of corruption
music of manipulation
and dance of deception

hear the drummings of devilish dreams
and echoes of exploitation
the symphonies of no sympathy
a spectacle of spite
an aura of autocracy

the audience
severely starved, stay stupefied
in the wonderments of woe
tenderly tortured by the thrill
but blissfully blind

innumerable interludes of bad intentions
magical moments of misery
a complete concert of conceit
shall soon reach its curtain call

poem by Samuel Obono Jr
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All screwed up

I don't like schedules,
they ruin everything,
trying to take control
and interfere.

My friend thrives on them,
insists we arrive by them,
not a minute late
or else she'll scream.

I'm throwing all schedules
in the bin.
They can sit there
rotting, pining to be adhered to

Schedules aren't
a healthy way to live,
they make me
nervous, edgy, tense.

Where's the schedule?
It's in the bin
with the others,
all screwed up.

poem by Ruth Walters
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With the Clearing of Ears of All Wax

Come and sing with me in harmony.
And let us keep in tune.
With a singing in duet...
Until this fills up every room.

And a singing we do that crescendos too.
As our booming voices begins to pierce and crack,
With the clearing of ears of all wax.
That has prevented a listening we wish to attract.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Schedules

I don't like schedules,
they interfere, control,
they grate.

My friend thrives on them,
insists we arrive by them,
never a minute late.

I don't like schedules
I bin them,
incinerate them.

There they can wait
pining to be adhered to
until they rot.

Schedules aren't nice.
not a healthy way
of life.

Where's the schedule?
It's all screwed up
with the others,

an unnecessary evil
man created
to destroy my peace.

poem by Ruth Walters
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Buddha Was A Long Haul Trucker...

i dreamt...
Buddha was a long haul trucker,
and i met him in a roadside diner...
i asked him:
'where you been? '
'everywhere! '
'where you going? '
'nowhere! .
'well. what you hauling? '
'well...', he smiled.
'i was hauling myself,
but i unloaded that
back down the line...
now i'm hauling nothing! '

i bought him a cup of coffee,
and walked away,
silently shaking my head!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Only The Fake Blood Seems Real

humans have a lot in common with other humans humans bleed
quite a lot I think at the cinema humans have gallons of blood to bleed out in the dying scenes on the theater screens all the flowing
red swims before our eyes till we've grown dizzy and have to get up
and stumble outside then out into the streets grown maroon with living death our triumphant red blood stronger than iron magnets stronger
than ten men blood coating the gutters and storm drains of the city I wonder why we even bother going to the movies anymore? humans have a lot in common with other humans humans bleed with other humans humans bleed quite a lot I think at the cinema humans
have gallons of blood to bleed out bleed out in the dying scenes on the theater screens all the flowing red red swims before our eyes till we’ve grown dizzy dizzy have to get up and stumble outside then out in the streets grown maroon maroon with living death our triumphant red red blood blood stronger than iron magnets stronger than ten men coating the gutters and storm drains of the city I wonder why we even bother going to the movies anymore? humans have a lot in common with other humans humans bleed bleed bleed out in dying scenes on the theater screens all the flowing flowing flowing red blood red red blood
stronger than iron magnets stronger than ten men blood coating the gutters and storm drains of the city I wonder why we even bother going to the movies anymore? humans have lot in common other humans bleed bleed bleed bleed a lot humans gallons of blood blood blood blood to bleed out bleed bleed out in dying dying scenes on screens all the flowing flowing flowing flowing red red red red swims swims dizzy dizzy stumble streets maroon maroon maroon death death death death red red red blood blood blood blood blood drains why bother?

poem by Patti Masterman
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