Serve-by Cauchy3
Serve..
Peace is not served by lips.
Greed to plays at finger tips.
Care is not served by lips.
Greed as tyrants all will rip.
Wounds are split and fires are lit.,
Helms you men as dogs will sit.
Tyrants’ tails and heads may pass.
What a shame is master tasks.
---Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3---
poem by Cheung Shun Sang
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Funny Courts
Check and balanced souls are deeds.
Call our Warrants lying seeds.
YUPPIFY worlds will buy our hearts.
Funny laws have funny counts.
Counter claims against are laws.
Laws of Eden tyrants fall.
Words of mouths have greedy needs.
Laws and phases are all to feed.
Feed our hearts are ways of earth.
Some co0jnsensus facts may nurse.
First to punch is something forces.
First are forces are over lords.
First to have are grosses are gains.
All obtrude are tyrants airs.
Country origin counts their cases.
Stir and nick for words or tastes.
China despots take their laws.
Kill no deaths but tyrants fall.
Goals are aims are funny counts.
Funny counts have funny nouns.
Phase to lock are nothing lag.
Manic tyrants are mania mad.
China perils come with miffs.
Bootstraps men have faces that lift.
Buy off judges have funny courts.
Breadths of views are better thought.
Counter cases are equal laws.
Goals are there but lost our balls.
-Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-
poem by Cheung Shun Sang
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Loves and laws
Loves and laws…
Loves will bend and loves have bench.
Bet my Betty loves in tents.
Hold to be the looks for best.
Men have chances are better rest.
Money ranks are fruits are trees.
Smart will pay our simple fees.
Wealth is ill to get but smart.
Heads and mouth are loving arts.
Love our smart as captain grand.
Roles of sexes are loves with DAN..
Strong and active all can love.
All the ways to banks have laughs.
Beauty trades are good to buy.
Dance on beds are happy guys.
Cat is fat and ranks are dirt.
Tyrants' ways are bad from birth.
Peking models sexes have BIO.
Loves as cats or dogs that mind.
Model BIO are teacher pets.
Free are open active sexes.
Jonny cash are PEKING MISS.
Greenish books are secret means.
Some are secret agents tools.
Goble crimes are gods as told.
--Cheung Shun sang=Cauchy3---
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poem by Cheung Shun Sang
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Kicks-Cauchy3
Kick….
Dancer marked by polo heads.
Politics pieces are served on easy.
Strange to walk are catchy winds.
Strange to get are polo tint.
Give the butcher candy can.
Give the fools my little rights.
Minor rules are candy man.
Upper ranges are over our might.
Buggers ears that sting our words!
Bugger works are bitchy worlds.
Versions on laws are riddle piles.
Version laws are poor to kick.
Kick the dances are crying down.
Kick on sides are piggy crown.
Rare to rise are polo thinks.
Give the fools my little rights.
--Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3--
poem by Cheung Shun Sang
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Power up-cauchy3
Power up….
Clocked on backs are clap by caps.
HELLA means are dickens mad.
Paltry sums are pal on poor.
Back up off are human tools.
Dimes on tables get the mirrors.
Power odds are major minor.
Weights of flames are fires with dusts.
Gears are games and power up.
Powers up hoist the host.
Powers up are men to hold.
Power up that come the gears.
Sparks up guns are bust with earths.
Ghetto loves have visa needs.
Power sources go to heels.
Give a bill the power pass.
Kill by bolts with plenty man.
---Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3---
poem by Cheung Shun Sang
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Goo-goo to form-Cauchy3
Goo-goo to form…
Dutch nickels steal my sweet.
Dutch girls will kiss a wheel.
Drop a cog with dropping cars.
Utmost powers check in masses.
Goo-goo to forms are all to stir.
Fanny plays the Irish whist.
Cauchy3 will stop by iron crosses.
Iron bounds are Jimmy spots.
Going on-s are inmost laws.
Powers happy killed our man.
Hankers teased happy made.
Happy powers all will take.
Happy works are faro banks.
Fast in laws are fast to paint.
Happy powers fanny mob.
Rude and fast are goodie not.
---Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3---
poem by Cheung Shun Sang
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Come up perch-cauchy3
Come up perch..
Come up perch then dropp your kick.
Get the candy a can of ices.
Laager cables bright and dim.
Cider bloods are men on-CIDES.
Come up perch then fine and fine.
Get the candy good to times.
Get the powers legs to kick.
Laager cables bright are dim.
Come up perch the laager cables.
AAC-Hens pass the power handles.
China Rome the order extra.
China Rome is all to tease.
---Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3---
poem by Cheung Shun Sang
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Tibet
Tibet..
All reflected glories some are china come against Japan. China grasping greed as pick up Tibet for long and till now is law.
Venal official claim their own country lands.
China value china olden lands the fishing island which stand near the seas of Japan..
China says they own the fishing island.
Fishing island has change of owner countries for several times. Ok logically pick up fishing island regain their china lands.
Fishing islands back to china all as china grasping greed.
There are sin and china capture Tibet from DALA LAMA.
DALA LAMA and his precedents own and charge Tibet at the older next turns.
Now china arms are strong and all their policies may drum at the worlds but first is Japan which is this chesses and capturing cards.
One should love their country soils but fair for other countries.
Free the Tibet.
Free the Tibet before picking up fishing island and Japan seas that flowed near.
China deaden sounds are gongs and drums.
Get into deathful ends are creepy ways.
China matches are long are sad.
Only saints should lives every more.
China sins are then sinning.
Polar moods are wars are killing forces.
Give the Tibet back to old Tibet leaders all are rights.
---Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3---
poem by Cheung Shun Sang
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Greed is Good
“Greed is good! ” they say
Some say “Greed is great! ”
Will they say that when the masses
Are bashing down their gate?
Will they still pray to their god ‘Greed’
When they find that it’s too late?
All the starving children
They don’t think greed is good
They would rather have each day
A sufficiency of food
All the freezing homeless
How great is greed to those?
A bit of tin to shelter in
Would please them (I suppose)
What good is greed to anyone
When it is served with hate?
I’d rather have a shred of humanity
Sitting on my plate
poem by Neil Milliner
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Power-dom-cauchy3-again
Power-dom…
Deals are open with fail when safe.
Open and shut across our cases.
Hear to say the shapes of apples.
Little forms to beat as apes.
Surety gods are vice on apples.
Virgin got the pillow apexes.
Power-dom is god to able each.
Power-dom is good in earths.
Powers might are never- never.
Loves to all are never ever.
Gods have Keogh when all are short.
Leader works are spicy hot.
Clear errors invited the errors.
Power-dom is doomed t heroes.
Errors invited are late to latch.
Loves invited are sooner arms.
---Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3---
poem by Cheung Shun Sang
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Sweetest Sin
Can you imagine us,
Making love..
The way you would feel the first time that we touched,
Can you think of it..
The way I dream of it,
I want you to see like im seeing you..
It's a picture of perfection,
The vision of you and me..
Your lips upon my lips,
Can you just picture this..
Your finger tips on my finger tips,
Your skin upon my skin..
Would be the Sweetest Sin,
Would be the Sweetest Sin..
All night I lie awake,
Cause it's to much to take..
Dreamin' about the love that we could make..All day,
I think of scenes..
To get you next to me,
I want you so bad that I can barely breathe..
It's a sign of my obsession,
That I can't stop thinkin bout'
Your lips upon my lips,
Can you invision this..
Temptation that I could never resist,
Your skin upon my skin..
Would be the Sweetest Sin,
That would be the Sweetest Sin..
It would feel so good,
To be so bad..
You don't know how bad.. I want that,
I would do anything to feel your love..
Your lips upon my lips,
Can you just picture this..
Your finger tips on my finger tips,
Your skin upon my skin..
Would be the Sweetest Sin,
That Would be the Sweetest Sin..
Your lips upon my lips,
Can you invision this..
Temptation that I could never resist,
Your skin upon my skin..
Would be the Sweetest Sin,
Would be the Sweetest Sin..
Your lips upon my lips.. would be the Sweetest Sin
song performed by by Jessica Simpson
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The Key-Board
Five-and-thirty black slaves,
Half-a-hundred white,
All their duty but to sing
For their Queen's delight,
Now with throats of thunder,
Now with dulcet lips,
While she rules them royally
With her finger-tips!
When she quits her palace,
All the slaves are dumb-
Dumb with dolour till the Queen
Back to Court is come:
Dumb the throats of thunder,
Dumb the dulcet lips,
Lacking all the sovereignty
Of her finger-tips.
Dusky slaves and pallid,
Ebon slaves and white,
When the Queen was on her throne
How you sang to-night!
Ah, the throats of thunder!
Ah, the dulcet lips!
Ah, the gracious tyrannies
Of her finger-tips!
Silent, silent, silent,
All your voices now;
Was it then her life alone
Did your life endow?
Waken, throats of thunder!
Waken, dulcet lips!
Touched to immortality
By her finger-tips.
poem by William Watson
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Lips of Greed
I had no idea how thick their lips of greed were!
I just 'assumed' everyone was making a fashion statement.
'Where have you been?
Greed has been all over the news for years.'
So has botox and lip injections.
'Wait a minute!
I thought you said you had been bitten by a 'wasp'! '
I was!
It was the same one who did the injections and the botox.
For thousands.
And I mean THOUSANDS.
'Is that how you managed to lose so much weight?
Because your lips had become so huge?
I didn't want to say anything before.
But your lips are noticeably gigantic.'
Yeah,
But I wanted them to appear natural.
Like the others who you said,
Believed they could attract success.
Because they had 'lips of greed'.
'WHAT?
I was using that as a metaphor.'
A meta-4?
What's a meta for?
'People like you would kill themselves for a dollar.'
I wish you had said something,
Before my lips became big as pillows.
'Don't worry about it!
I am surprised you haven't smothered yourself,
Already.'
Are you suggesting something?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How a Little Girl Sang
Ah, she was music in herself,
A symphony of joyousness.
She sang, she sang from finger tips,
From every tremble of her dress.
I saw sweet haunting harmony,
An ecstasy, an ecstasy,
In that strange curling of her lips,
That happy curling of her lips.
And quivering with melody
Those eyes I saw, that tossing head.
And so I saw what music was,
Tho' still accursed with ears of lead.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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The Need And The Greed
Need is a desire; greed is a desire.
Desires denied, sufferings surface.
Need is met at ease but not the greed
Which is boundless with sufferings profound.
Need and greed aren’t in water tight cells.
Need might restrict to physical wants.
Greed is for ego’s gratification.
Possessiveness is the sign of the greed.
To earn by wrongful means is from greed.
To exploit and hoard is an act of greed.
To garner and flaunt all you have is greed.
Greedless, though penny-less, you’re loveable.
To sedate the pride is to tame the greed.
To kindle the pride is to fuel the greed.
Having got money, power and possession,
As the result of greed, you will lose peace.
Remove the greed; jealousy is gone.
Remove the greed; no feeling of revenge.
Hail the poor and condemn the greedy.
Then the tendency to grow rich will wane.
Live simple; live humble; then need is less.
Be proud to own a bicycle, not a car.
Value one who owns a bicycle, not a car.
You will have saved energy and the nature.
Don’t embrace comforts, which will weaken you.
Don’t enthuse with ego, which will make loss big.
Unlike the cheat, being poor is not a shame.
Less wants; less sufferings, more happiness.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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One of Two
It practiced once
And you followed twice
A slave to it you are
Serve with all your might
That's dispensed to your soul
Serve the angel that never served you
Let it have its fun…
To then be saved by the light you shun.
poem by Erica Borges
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The World I Would Like
Into the world i would like does not exist many things that we face today
there is no nationality... we are all citizen of earth
there is no ethnic group... we are all of human race
there is no greed, money maybe. It's not the problem
there is no hunger, because as Gandhi said there are resources for all
may look like not enough only becasue of the greed of someone
there is no war... because one only very small army represents all the world
no more deaths from preventable diseases, because the treatment is
immediately available to everyone without having to wait for the
expiry of the patent to lower costs
no more parties, but every day everyone vote and discuss general
guidelines and policies on..
there are no longer selfishness, the good is only that of all.
We consider the universal good and was happy to serve, not to be served
poem by Guido Martinelli
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Bianca
Her cheeks are hot, her cheeks are white;
The white girl hardly breathes to-night,
So faint the pulses come and go,
That waken to a smouldering glow
The morbid faintness of her white.
What drowsing heats of sense, desire
Longing and languorous, the fire
Of what white ashes, subtly mesh
The fascination of her flesh
Into a breathing web of fire?
Only her eyes, only her mouth,
Live, in the agony of drouth,
Athirst for that which may not be:
The desert of virginity
Aches in the hotness of her mouth.
I take her hands into my hands,
Silently, and she understands;
I set my lips upon her lips;
Shuddering to her finger-tips
She strains my hands within her hands.
I set my lips on hers; they close
Into a false and phantom rose;
Upon her thirsting lips I rain
A flood of kisses, and in vain;
Her lips inexorably close.
Through her closed lips that cling to mine,
Her hands that hold me and entwine,
Her body that abondoned lies,
Rigid with sterile ecstasies,
A shiver knits her flesh to mine.
Life sucks into a mist remote
Her fainting lips, her throbbing throat;
Her lips that open to my lips,
And, hot against her finger-tips,
The pulses leaping in her throat.
poem by Arthur Symons
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Greeds
What do you have at your home?
Nothing, except some desires and greed
To sooth and comfort you.
Greed enters your home very silently
Finally it becomes your master
And you become slave of your own greed
Oneday it will drag you to an unknown grave.
poem by Devil Poet
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Over My Shoulder
Shut your mouth, and watch my lips,
Can you feel her healing finger tips,
Coming down, on you like rain,
So tell me now where do we remain,
Over my shoulder it goes,
and where it lands, you don't want to know
I used to work, night and day,
Nobody listened to a word I'd say,
I didn't care who knew me then,
and someone stupid asked if we were friends, well,
Over my shoulder it goes,
Back to a bar, we both used to know.
Shut your mouth, and watch my lips,
Can you feel her healing finger tips,
Coming down, on you like rain,
Tell me now where do we remain,
Over my shoulder it goes,
and where it lands, you don't want to know
Over my shoulder it goes,
and where it lands, you don't want to know
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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The Last Supper
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips,
And the mouth so mocking gay,
A wanton you to the finger-tips,
Who break men's hearts in play;
A thing of dust I have striven for,
Honour and manhood given for,
Headlong to ruin driven for,
And this is the last, you say. . . .
Drinking your wine with dainty sips,
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips.
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips,
ong have you held your sway;
I have laughed at your merry quips -
Now is my time to pay.
What we sow we must reap again;
When we laugh we must weep again;
So to-night we will sleep again,
Nor wake until Judgement Day. . . .
'Tis a poisoned wine that your palate lips,
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips.
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips,
Down on your knees and pray;
Pray your last ere the moment slips,
Pray ere the dark and the terror grips,
And the bright world fades away.
Pray for the peace and the rest of us:
Here comes the Shape in quest of us,
Now we must go away. . . .
You and I in the grave's eclipse,
Marie Vaux of the painted Lips.
poem by Robert William Service
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