Socks
poetic syntax tactical
this gom jabber
for the soul
are we prove
to be mere animals
intent subconcious
deep like diamond
aquamarine peackock displays
whirl and whirl
whirl and jig
co-mingling endlessly
fluidically
a poor excuse
for real identity
look in wrong drawer
for happy
or for thee, me, and wanna be
makes only three
not socks
poem by Stefan nnn
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Whirlwind
Orbison/dees
Youre the figure of a woman
Youre the mind of a child
A pretty whirlwind
You dont know just what youre doing
When you love me with your smile
A lovely whirlwind
A whirlwind of warm desire
Whirlwind, burning fire woman, realize
That the devil in disguise, is a whirlwind
Born to be running wild and free
Whirlwind
Born to make fools of guys like me
You pick me up like a whirlwind
You put me down like a whirlwind
Each time you touch me Im trouble-bound
Whirl,whirl,whirlwind, whirl,whirl,whirlwind
Whirl,whirl,whirlwind, whirl,whirl,whirlwind
Whirlwind
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Man, I Do Not Really Know If I Have Written Something
i like the sound of the poo
not winnie's
i waited for minutes
and scribbled something
on that white tissue paper
and then i made the last moan
and then i sighed
and wiped my bottom
and then i throw away the
tissue and then there
was this sound of
relief, this flushing sound
and then everything
is gone after a short
whirl & whirl and whirl
and swosh
man, i did not know
that i have written
(something so well?)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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SWIM SUIT GIRL...by Talile Ali
I WANNA TAKE A WHIRL
WITH MY RED HEADED
FUNKY WALKIN
SWIM SUIT GIRL
RUN AROUND THE BASES
AS SHE GIVES ME A WHIRL
MAKE IT WITH
MY SWIM SUIT GIRL
DANCE AND ROMANCE
IN HER PANTS
IN A TRANCE LOVIN
MY SWIM SUIT GIRL
OH I CAN'T HELP BUT WANNA
GO FOR A WHIRL
DANCIN WITH
MY SWIM SUIT GIRL
SHE LIKES TO BOOGIE
AND LIKES TO ROCK
SHE'A A BAD ASS ROMANTIC
WITH THE SWEETEST LEG LOCK
AND I LIKE
TO TAKE HER FAR AS I CAN
AND I LIKE
TO DO HER BECAUSE I'M HER MAN
SO I CAN'T WAIT
CAUSE I GOT A DATE
WITH MY SWIM SUIT GIRL
DANCIN AND ROMANCIN
AS SHE GIVE'S ME A TWIRL
SPINNING WITH MY SWIM SUIT GIRL
poem by Talile Ali
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Whirl pool
Whirl pool
On lake...
At through the stones...
water...
Rund rund...
Arund...
Whirl pool...
A Simply beauty...
The rain drops on
On pool water...
Many many
Little...little...
whirl pool
Run and rund to be...
Play the pool...
It was nature wool
With cool...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Oread
Whirl up, sea—
Whirl your pointed pines.
Splash your great pines
On our rocks.
Hurl your green over us—
Cover us with your pools of fir.
poem by Hilda Doolittle
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Children With Soap Bubbles
Like smoke the bubbles whirl up
in the wind’s frolicking game
hopping like horses that gallop
and other children have got to look out
or their eyes are going to burn.
Like smoke the bubbles whirl up
against the arms and heads of others
before they heave into the air,
hopping like horses that gallop
with children blowing over a soapy soup
soap-bubble after soap-bubble burst,
like smoke the bubbles whirl up
like balls kicked off by the wind
when mothers scold their dirty children,
hopping like horses that gallop
and later an adult looks after them
to set rules for the game,
like smoke the bubbles whirl up
hopping like horses that gallop.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Dream Variations
To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me-
That is my dream!
To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening...
A tall, slim tree...
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.
poem by Langston Hughes
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Hey Baby
Written by bruce channel and margaret cobb
Hey, hey baby, I wanna know if youll be my girl
Hey, hey baby, I wanna know if youll be my girl
When I saw you walking down the street
I said thats tje kind of girl Id like to meet
Shes so pretty, lord shes fine. Im gonna make her mine all mine
Hey, hey baby, I wanna know if youll be my girl
When you turned and walked away, thats when I want to say now
Come on baby give me a whirl, I wanna know if youll be my girl
Hey, hey baby, I wanna know if youll be my girl
When you turned and walked away, thats when I wanna say
Come on baby give me a whirl, I wanna know if youll be my girl
Hey, hey baby, I wanna know if youll be my girl
Hey, hey baby, I wanna know if youll be my girl
Hey, hey, hey, hey baby, I wanna know if youll be my girl
song performed by by Alabama
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A Whirl Of Sunshine
A whirl of sunshine a cup of blue
I want to give you
A dropp of water rising on my lips
A lioness heart I carry within
Colourful marbles of stones
On the palm of my hand
A fragile dance at the edge of life
My falls and my flights
I need to give you
Though I know you have your own
Whether you take them or leave them aside
Does not make any difference
It'll be the same
Whirl of sunshine and cup of blue
But you might change
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.
My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.
Rebel Rebel
Got your mother in a whirl
Got your mother in a whirl cause
Shes not sure if youre a boy or a girl
Hey, babe, your hairs alright
Hey, babe, lets go out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing, and we look divine
You love bands when they play it hard
You want more, and you want it first
Put you down, say Im wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on
Rebel rebel, youve torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
(1st verse) (chorus)
-
Dont ya?
Ow
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Rebel rebel, youve torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
I love you so much!
Youve torn your dress, your face is a mess
You cant get enough, but enough aint the test
Youve got transmission and a live wire
Got your cue lines and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dues
And I love your dress
Youre a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?
To what you wanna know
Calamitys child, chi-chile, chi-chile
Whered you wanna go?
Can I do for you? looks like youve been there too
cause youve torn your dress
And your face is a mess
Ooo, ooo, your face is a mess
Ooo, ooo, so how could they know?
How could they know? ha
Ha-ha
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Reciprocal Invitation To The Dance
THE INDIFFERENT.
COME to the dance with me, come with me, fair one!
Dances a feast-day like this may well crown.
If thou my sweetheart art not, thou canst be so,
But if thou wilt not, we still will dance on.
Come to the dance with me, come with me, fair one!
Dances a feast-day like this may well crown.
THE TENDER.
Loved one, without thee, what then would all feast be?
Sweet one, without thee, what then were the dance?
If thou my sweetheart wert not, I would dance not.
If thou art still so, all life is one feast.
Loved one, without thee, what then would all feasts be?
Sweet one, without thee, what then were the dance?
THE INDIFFERENT.
Let them but love, then, and leave us the dancing!
Languishing love cannot bear the glad dance.
Let us whirl round in the waltz's gay measure,
And let them steal to the dim-lighted wood.
Let them but love, then, and leave us the dancing!
Languishing love cannot bear the glad dance.
THE TENDER.
Let them whirl round, then, and leave us to wander!
Wand'ring to love is a heavenly dance.
Cupid, the near one, o'erhears their deriding,
Vengeance takes suddenly, vengeance takes soon.
Let them whirl round, then, and leave us to wander!
Wand'ring to love is a heavenly dance.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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A Red Dirt Windmill
There are so many wonderful things
You’ll see in a red dirt world
Like windmills of all sizes
Their blades just whirl and whirl
The pasturelands are brilliant
As you see cattle roam around
And still you hear the noises
Of a windmill sort of sound
Delightful old country homes
Built many years ago
Surrounded by red dirt roads
They help the world to flow
Wild flowers growing ‘long side
Those ambling roads so red
That I could travel all day long
Until time to go to bed
If you’ve never been on red dirt
Or seen a Red Dirt Windmill
Just try it and see what you think
You are in for quite a thrill!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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The Rose Family' Song 1
O flower at my window
Why blossom you so fair,
With your green and purple cup
Upturned to sun and air?
'I bloom, blithesome Bessie,
To cheer your childish heart;
The world is full of labor,
And this shall be my part.'
Whirl, busy wheel, faster,
Spin, little thread, spin;
The sun shines fair without,
And we are gay within.
O robin in the tree-top,
With sunshine on your breast,
Why brood you so patiently
Above your hidden nest?
'I brood, blithesome Bessie,
And sing my humble song,
That the world may have more music
From my little ones erelong.'
Whirl, busy wheel, faster,
Spin, little thread, spin;
The sun shines fair without,
And we are gay within.
O balmy wind of summer,
O silver-singing brook,
Why rustle through the branches?
Why shimmer in your nook?
'I flutter, blithesome Bessie,
Like a blessing far and wide;
I scatter bloom and verdue
Where'er my footsteps glide.'
Whirl, busy wheel, faster,
Spin, little thread, spin;
The sun shines fair without,
And we are gay within.
O brook and breeze and blossom,
And robin on the tree,
You make a joy of duty,
A pride of industry;
Teach me to work as blithely,
With a willing hand and heart:
The world is full of labor,
And I must do my part.
Whirl, busy wheel, faster,
Spin, little thread, spin;
The sun shines fair without,
And we are gay within.
poem by Louisa May Alcott
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The Crunge
I wanna tell you bout my good thing
I aint disclosing no names but--
He sure is a good friend and!
I aint gonna tell you where he comes from, no!
If I tell you you wont come again! hey!
I aint gonna tell you nothin but I do will, but I know, yeah!
I should do but I know now let me tell you bout my girl:
Open up a newspaper and what do I see? ahh, ah
See my girl, ah, looking at me
Ooh, and when she walks, ooh, lemme tell ya:
She walks and when she talks, she talks and
When she looks at me in the eye
Shes my baby lord I wanna make her mine
Tell me baby what you want me to do!
You want me to love you, love some other man too?
Aint gonna call me mr. pitiful, no!
I dont need no respect from nobody no! no!
Ooh yeah! no no! ahh!
I aint gonna tell you nothing I aint gonna no more, no!
Shes my baby let me tell you that I love her so and
And! shes the woman I really wanna love
And let me tell you more, oooh!
Shes my baby she lives next door
Shes the one a woman the one a woman that I know.
I aint gonna... tell you one thing that you really ought to know ooh!
Shes my lover baby and I love her so and
Shes the one that really makes me whirl and twirl!
And shes the kind of lover that makes me me fill the whole world and
Shes the one who really makes me jump and shout, ooh!
Shes the kind of girl--i know what its all about!
Take it take it
Excuse me
Oh will ya excuse me
Im just trying to find the bridge
Has anybody seen the bridge?
Please!
(have you seen the bridge? )
I aint seen the bridge!
(wheres that confounded bridge? )
song performed by by Led Zeppelin
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The Crunge
I wanna tell you bout my good thing
I aint disclosing no names but--
He sure is a good friend and!
I aint gonna tell you where he comes from, no!
If I tell you you wont come again! hey!
I aint gonna tell you nothin but I do will, but I know, yeah!
I should do but I know now let me tell you bout my girl:
Open up a newspaper and what do I see? ahh, ah
See my girl, ah, looking at me
Ooh, and when she walks, ooh, lemme tell ya:
She walks and when she talks, she talks and
When she looks at me in the eye
Shes my baby lord I wanna make her mine
Tell me baby what you want me to do!
You want me to love you, love some other man too?
Aint gonna call me mr. pitiful, no!
I dont need no respect from nobody no! no!
Ooh yeah! no no! ahh!
I aint gonna tell you nothing I aint gonna no more, no!
Shes my baby let me tell you that I love her so and
And! shes the woman I really wanna love
And let me tell you more, oooh!
Shes my baby she lives next door
Shes the one a woman the one a woman that I know.
I aint gonna... tell you one thing that you really ought to know ooh!
Shes my lover baby and I love her so and
Shes the one that really makes me whirl and twirl!
And shes the kind of lover that makes me me fill the whole world and
Shes the one who really makes me jump and shout, ooh!
Shes the kind of girl--i know what its all about!
Take it take it
Excuse me
Oh will ya excuse me
Im just trying to find the bridge
Has anybody seen the bridge?
Please!
(have you seen the bridge? )
I aint seen the bridge!
(wheres that confounded bridge? )
song performed by by Led Zeppelin
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Whiskey Girls
Long hair, flashing eyes
The kind of hips that make you fantasize
A slow smile, just meant to tease
One look and youll be weak at the knees
They got my head in a whirl
cos I cant get enough of those whiskey girls
They got the world at their fingertips
With just a look and lick of the lips
They understand the rhythm of the night
Im in a daze, I dont know wrong from right
They got my head in a whirl
cos I cant get enough of those whiskey girls
Chorus
Hypnotised - by the whiskey girls
Compromised - out of this world
Lord above, could this be love
Aint no doubt about it
Im crazy about the whiskey girls
Whiskey girls are out on the town
Theyll break your heart, theyll bring you down
Whiskey girls are out of control
For just one touch youd sell your soul
The moon is high Im getting out of the line
Whishful thinking with a one track mind
Im having flashes, oh cant you see
Theyre walking through my private fantasy
Wearing only a necklace of pearls
Those slow walking, long-legged whiskey girls
Chorus twice
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Sonnet IV: Lovesight
When do I see thee most, beloved one?
When in the light the spirits of mine eyes
Before thy face, their altar, solemnize
The worship of that Love through thee made known?
Or when in the dusk hours, (we two alone,)
Close-kissed and eloquent of still replies
Thy twilight-hidden glimmering visage lies,
And my soul only sees thy soul its own?
O love, my love! if I no more should see
Thyself, nor on the earth the shadow of thee,
Nor image of thine eyes in any spring,—
How then should sound upon Life's darkening slope
The ground-whirl of the perished leaves of Hope,
The wind of Death's imperishable wing?
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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My Identity
So lost deep inside,
Is all that makes me.
My true identity,
Is hard to see.
To my friends and family,
I’m a different me.
I have a secret identity,
Wonder if you’ll ever see.
My thoughts and actions,
Are all that makes me,
But some things I may do,
May not describe me.
Now look inside me,
If you ever feel,
like it,
I’m no-one but me,
Never hiding my identity.
Don’t say I am hypocrisy,
Because I never showed you,
two of me.
Now please,
Look at me,
Try to see the real me.
I’m no-one but,
my real identity.
All full of beauty,
Inside me.
poem by Yisel Chong
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