Frozen Panties
Panties
delicate as piece
of frozen light
a snowflake
creation come alive
all frills & froth
the merest whisper
of frosted gossamer
provocatively placed
balanced upon the beckoning finger
of a naked lady
(despite it being 20 below zero) .
This brazen bronze
braving this Finnish winter
the incongruity of this
naked statue
and a late night reveller's
drunkenly discarded lingerie
it now as stiff as
the statue
freezing our laughter
upon the air
as we chatter
in cartoon
speech bubbles
down the street
following the tracks
of feet that followed feet
kept warm
with love & vodka
and the love
of laughter.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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I have a bronze statue of myself, naked. I have these really big curls and water comes out of every curl. It's hot.
Don't Dare Me To Show To You My Naked Body
lady, don't dare me to share my naked body.
i have a web cam but i won't open it.
i am resting because i am tired
i want to sleep naked on my bed
and for you to dare me
is an insult to love.
shall i hurt you with the indifference of my flesh?
lady, with due respect, i do not share my body to a woman
who dares me to get naked in front of a web cam
that knows nothing about the poetry of love,
about the nuances of gentleness, about the loneliness of a whisper.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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But No More
The time is now or never
The crashing is coming near
The delphi is on the corner
And he whispers in your ear
It used to be men could be solemn even while laughing
And laughter could be heard shore to shore
But no more
Now all you hear is crying
Cause no one's on the phone
Your feet are just now freezing over
You know that you are here all alone
It used to be men could be solemn even while laughing
And laughter could be heard shore to shore
But no more
When I think of friends and places
Things we wanted, hoped we'd be
All that's left is fading traces
Memories of what use to be
Hear their laughter, see their shadows
Feel the darkness, see the light
We had lit all but lost so quickly
We think we won but we lost the fight
But it's all the same to me
I've seen all I want to see
First they laugh at you
Then they cry
Say they'll always be there
Then they die
So alone yet so alive
It used to be men could be solemn even while laughing
And laughter could be heard shore to shore
But no more
song performed by by Zebra
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Winter Sinfonia
The storm is coming soon
It rolls in from the sea
But your voice is a beacon in the night
And I can hear all the kind words that you are saying my friend
But your light will always shine in the sky at night during the winter
The winter is cold and it gives me the shivers all through my body
This is the winter
That will carry me to you
And I know that you will be waiting for me on the other side of the frozen lake when God delivers me on earthagainduring this winter
Is your love alive during the winter?
Is your love alive during the winter?
This is the winter
February never felt so right
But I am where I belong
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Sculpture
A creator is aboard, feelings are strong,
They are sinful, tears run fearing the worst.
The creation is a statue, with one wise eye
And another one to see, so that creations appear.
The sculptor made education real, and so much to know
Appeared before us in a performance.
The creators are splendid at their spectacle,
Proofs are made with violence, predators are loose,
The statue will move, but not move.
A maker seems to sew a stonework even,
With the right chisel, the right skill and doctor.
This created, we all feel well inside,
Just like a living statue, a statue to stare at.
poem by Naveed Akram
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God-Worship
Statues in competitions allover the world!
With one higher than the other from country to country;
But this act is god-worship.
22m High Statue in 'Maratea' (Italy) ,
25m High Statue in 'Cusco' (Peru) ,
27m High Statue in 'Dili' (East Timor) ,
28m High Statue in 'Lissabon' (Portugal) ,
30m High Statue in 'Cochabanba' (Bolivia) ,
And 38m High Statue in 'Swiebodzin' (Poland) ,
All in the name of competition around this world;
But this act is god-worship.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Statue Of Liberty
The first time I saw you standing in the water
You must have been all of a thousand feet tall
Nearly naked - unashamed like herods daughter
Your love was so big
It made new york look small
Youve been the subject of so many dreams
Since I climbed your torso
Oh!
My statue of liberty
Boo boo
Impaled on your hair
What do you do
Do do to me
Boo boo
I leaned right over to kiss your stoney book
A little jealous of the ships with whom you flirt
A billion lovers with their cameras
Snap to look and in my fantasy
I sail beneath your skirt
song performed by by Xtc
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Statue Of Liberty
The first time I saw you standing in the water
You must have been all of a thousand feet tall
Nearly naked - unashamed like herods daughter
Your love was so big
It made new york look small
Youve been the subject of so many dreams
Since I climbed your torso
Oh!
My statue of liberty
Boo boo
Impaled on your hair
What do you do
Do do to me
Boo boo
I leaned right over to kiss your stoney book
A little jealous of the ships with whom you flirt
A billion lovers with their cameras
Snap to look and in my fantasy
I sail beneath your skirt
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Statue Of Liberty
The first time I saw you standing in the water
You must have been all of a thousand feet tall
Nearly naked - unashamed like herods daughter
Your love was so big
It made new york look small
Youve been the subject of so many dreams
Since I climbed your torso
Oh!
My statue of liberty
Boo boo
Impaled on your hair
What do you do
Do do to me
Boo boo
I leaned right over to kiss your stoney book
A little jealous of the ships with whom you flirt
A billion lovers with their cameras
Snap to look and in my fantasy
I sail beneath your skirt
song performed by by Xtc
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Naked City
All the victims have turned to stone, no one is happy, theyre all alone
Id sacrifice my social position tonight
In new york, millionaires, and lonely people with lonely stares
Im not lookin for love and Im lost in this night
In the naked city (in the city) there are ten million stories (naked city)
Im not lookin for pity (in the city) in this naked city (naked city)
Street vampires in the night, young lovers and love at first sight
This is my flesh and my fantasy
Older women with younger men, Ive got a feelin Im in trouble again
But Ive got to live my destiny
In the naked city (in the city) its a race with the devil (naked city)
All the pain and the sorrow (in the city) is there more tomorrow (naked city)
In the naked, naked city (in the city) naked city
Lonely people lookin for someone, lonely people goin their way
Lonely people lookin for something, lonely people goin their way
In new york, millionaires, lonely people with lonely stares
Im not lookin for love and Im lost in this night
In the naked city, there are ten million stories
Im not lookin for pity in this naked city
In the naked, naked city (in the city), its a race with the devil (naked city)
All the pain and the sorrow (in the city) is there more tomorrow (naked city)
(in the city, naked city) (repeats out)
song performed by by Kiss
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Big Mistake
There's no sign on the gate
And there's mud on your face
Don't you think it's time we re-investigate this situation
Put some fruit on your plate
You forgotten how it started
Close your eyes
Think of all the bubbles of love we made
And you're down on your knees
It's too late
Oh don't come crawlin'
And you lie by my feet
What a big mistake
I see you fallin'
Got a buzz in my head
And my flowers are dead
Can't figure out a way to rectify this situation
Don't believe what you said
You forgotten how it started
Close your eyes
Think of all the bubbles of love we made
And you're down on your knees
It's too late
Oh don't come crawlin'
And you lie by my feet
What a big mistake
I see you fallin'
I could sting like a bee
Careful how you treat me
Baby I don't think I'll except your sorry invitation
Close the door as you leave
You forgotten how it started
Close your eyes
Think of all the bubbles of love we made
And you're down on your knees
It's too late
Oh don't come crawlin'
And you lie by my feet
What a big mistake
I see you fallin'
And you cry over me
I can't wait
I feel you stallin'
And you try to reach me
What a big mistake
I hear you callin'
And you're down on your knees
It's too late
Oh don't come crawlin'
And you lie by my feet
What a big mistake
I see you fallin'
song performed by by Natalie Imbruglia from Left Of The Middle
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Naked Man
Old lady lost in the city
In the middle of a cold, cold night
It was fourteen below and the wind start to blow
There wasnt a boy scout in sight
Pull down the shades cause hes comin
Turn out the lights cause hes here
Runnin hard down the street
Through the snow and the sleet
On the coldest night of the year
Chorus
Beware, beware, beware of the naked man
Old lady head up toward broad street
Shufflin uptown against the wind
She had started to cry-wiped a tear from her eye
And looked back to see where she had been
Old lady stand on the corner
With a purse in her hand
She does not know but in a minute or so
She will be robbed by a naked man
Chorus
Old lady lean against a lamppost
Starin down at the ground on which she stand
She look up and scream
For the lamplights beam
There stood the famous naked man
He say, they found out about my sister
And kicked me out of the navy,
They would have strung me up if they could.
I tried to explain that we were both of us lazy
And were doing the best we could.
He faked to the left and he faked to the right
And he snatched the purse fromere hand
Someone stop me, he cried,
As he faded from sight,
Wont nobody help a naked man?
Wont nobody help a naked man?
Chorus
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Winter-Strike
Winter gray the light of day,
winter-gray snow-melt still on the ground
drawn the winter, long the week,
Monday-gray through Saturday.
Saturday night a freezing rain
left a Sunday washed anew
in snow pock-crusted lacy frosted
gleaming bright in the winter crisp.
Chatter-clatter clickety-tackety / hey, what is that sound?
Spin around with a cocking ear / hey, where is that sound?
Look up, look up to the highest trees!
Diamond-fierce the topmost branches
sheathed in ice — slicing in the wind — twigs all
sparkling rattling swaying shining pierce my heart.
I was eight and we were late to church
that Sunday, day of days
that first and best of all days since —
when tree ice beauty blew me sacred joy.
poem by Gloria Kim
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Sad Night
On the eve of my 21st birthday
I sat alone in freezing temperatures
I walked upon snow and almost slipped on frozen water
The sky was clear above me as a plane flew over head
Dark, cold, lonely, sad night
Amidst the frustration of the winter dog trying to bite my backside
My feet were freezing inside their boots
My body was numb; the icy air ate through my gloves
It provided a bone chilling unpleasantness
It is a cold, lonely, dark, sad night
I called a friend to have a chat, but there was no answer
I was literally standing atop a frozen snow angel
That I had formed with my body a few days earlier
I left a message, not much more to it
Tis a lonely, dark, cold, sad night
I crusaded from one side of the parking lot
To the other in search of light
I could find no sunshine in my presence
Nay, I was shrouded by the deepest blackest shadows
Of the dark, sad, cold, lonely night
I can not sleep, I can not hide
The death’s awake, alive inside.
2-3-09
poem by Jesse Tampa
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Albums Of Loving
he walked ten miles
through the winter night,
then laid in a ditch
for over an hour....
waiting on her husband
to leave.....
Farina, Hesse, and
talking naked... vodka,
and enough passion
to almost save the world.....
2
he came home from work,
dog-tired, took off his
boots at the door....
he could hear the sound of music....
he walked into the great room...
she sat naked at the baby grand,
playing Tchaikovsky....
she smiled: 'i thought you'd like...'
3
it snowed a lot that winter.
he could still see her
in his mind's eye...
carrying buckets of water
through the snow...
up the hill....
heating water on that old woodstove,
baths in the galvanized bathtub.....
then as the fire went down...
they made love all night;
shadows in the moonlight,
great clouds of hungry breath....
no man ever had less, or more!
nothing else need be said....
love is the one moment in a thousand
when we really dare to live!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Love, Laughter, And You
Three things that make my life complete
Are love, laughter, and you, my sweet
The laughter has lasted since day one
Loving you darling, has been so much fun
Whether it's giggles at the kitchen table
Or all out laughter wherever we're able
Each and every laugh, a symbol of our love
You're my everything, all I ever dreamt of
Our love, now that's a bit more serious
Shining through when our laughter is delirious
Starting the day with love's tenderness
Saying goodnight with a sweet caress
Love, laughter, and of course you.
You bring into my life the other two
From the day we met, and for every single day
Love and laughter in our lives will stay
poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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Part 1 of Trout Fishing in America
THE COVER FOR
TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA
The cover for Trout Fishing in America is a photograph taken
late in the afternoon, a photograph of the Benjamin Franklin
statue in San Francisco's Washington Square.
Born 1706--Died 1790, Benjamin Franklin stands on a
pedestal that looks like a house containing stone furniture.
He holds some papers in one hand and his hat in the other.
Then the statue speaks, saying in marble:
PRESENTED BY
H. D. COGSWELL
TO OUR
BOYS AND GIRLS
WHO WILL SOON
TAKE OUR PLACES
AND PASS ON.
Around the base of the statue are four words facing the
directions of this world, to the east WELCOME, to the west
WELCOME, to the north WELCOME, to the south WELCOME.
Just behind the statue are three poplar trees, almost leafless
except for the top branches. The statue stands in front
of the middle tree. All around the grass is wet from the
rains of early February.
In the background is a tall cypress tree, almost dark like
a room. Adlai Stevenson spoke under the tree in 1956, before
a crowd of 40, 000 people.
There is a tall church across the street from the statue
with crosses, steeples, bells and a vast door that looks like
a huge mousehole, perhaps from a Tom and Jerry cartoon,
and written above the door is 'Per L'Universo.'
Around five o'clock in the afternoon of my cover for
Trout Fishing in America, people gather in the park across
the street from the church and they are hungry.
It's sandwich time for the poor.
But they cannot cross the street until the signal is given.
Then they all run across the street to the church and get
their sandwiches that are wrapped in newspaper. They go
back to the park and unwrap the newspaper and see what their
sandwiches are all about.
A friend of mine unwrapped his sandwich one afternoon
and looked inside to find just a leaf of spinach. That was all.
Was it Kafka who learned about America by reading the
autobiography of Benjamin Franklin..............
Kafka who said, 'I like the Americans because they are healthy
and optimistic.'
poem by Richard Brautigan
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Buck Nekkid
Two shots shy of a 40 ounce quart
A hand in the pocket and a hand in the shorts
Shoot me with two and don't be slow
Only got one good way to go
Get naked
Buck naked
Buck naked
It's the only way to go
Twenty six chicks, all tied in a knot
Ain't all good, but it's what we got
Get naked
Buck naked
Let me see you naked
It's the only way to go
Buck buck
I was feelin' so fine
And things were lookin' better
My baby said maybe
And I said I'd let her
Get naked
Buck naked
Let's get naked
It's the only way to go
Get naked
Everybody get naked
Buck naked
It's the onliest way to go
Get naked
Get buck naked, yeah
song performed by by ZZ Top
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Laughter Turns To Tears
Makeup on your shoulder silence in the air
Tonight those telltale signs are everywhere
As you lay beside her talkin' in your dreams
The game is up and laughter turns to tears
Every time you phone her with a dumb excuse
She starts to think that she's outgrown her use
You'll be home by midnight workin' late it seems
The penny drops and laughter turns to tears
Do you think she's crazy
Don't you think she knows
Do you think she's taken in
Don't you think it shows
When laughter turns to tears
Laughter turns to tears
You can send her roses say she's lookin' great
You can talk of love but it may be too late
You may think she's jokin' as her laughter teems
But with tears
And laughter turns to screams
chorus
Now it won't be easy
Finding words to say
how you really feel inside
You take the game away
When laughter turns to tears
Laughter turns to tears
One day it's gonna shake you up
Take you by surprise
Someday it's gonna wake you up
Tears in your eyes
When laughter turns to tears
Laughter turns to tears x2
song performed by by Hollies
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The Fact....
they pretended to be there
and they want us naked
one day, and it is as usual cold
they ask us to undress and hypnotized
we do everything just as they wanted...
they are drinking their cups of tea
and their bodies are well wrapped with their clothes
their heads with caps and their
feet with their socks and shoes on...
we believe what they are always telling us
that everything is all right
that there is nothing to worry about these truths
that when naked everything will be fine and
as the rule keeps on saying
we shall soon be happy and free....
it is nighttime
and there is no star
not a single star in the heavens
and we follow their orders
and we plunge into that cold and wide river
we are like the buffaloes
we shiver
it is so cold in here
and there is no star in the heavens
there is only the whisper of the incoming rain
the stoic silence of the night
the sighs of the air
we think we are dreaming
for when we open our eyes again after we dip ourselves in the waters
they are no longer there anymore
leaving us
with the traces of their laughter
the coldness of their indifference
the acridity of their
hatred
we are fools
we follow the orders and we have never used those innate lights within
our hearts
our heads bow
our feet in complete surrender
our toes protrude in the open
but it is not late yet
we still have time to wake up
and to get away from this cold river
we rise
we dry our hair and resume with the comfort of the heat of our clothes
we take our walk toward the house
back home
and settle in our own fireplace
we take our seats now
properly as we listen finally to the dictates of our conscience
our own songs
as we make ourselves open
to the coming of our own destinies
beside us
is reason.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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