St Kilda Dawn (Melbourne, Victoria)
Sherbet morning sky
orange juice sun glare
squeezes out
a flavour spectrum
of gelato delight
a sky to slowly suck upon.
poem by M.L. Emmett
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Orange juice
Orange juice mom says drink
When i am sick
It can make me thick
Orange juice i have to pick
licking mom says no
Drinking i have to do
Hate orange juice, mom says i know
Vitamin C it has
And i need to take
for my own sake
Healthy it can make me
Power it can give me
Orange juice
Is all i need
When i am in lead
With the kids at the lake.! :)
poem by michelle al G
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Bruce Lee
( bullet got the wrong bloke )
Life kid suck
Drink from the box
The juice kicks up
Life give suck the box drink
Yeah
Life kid drink from the box
The juice kicks up
Life kids sucker
Box drink
Yeah
Bruce lee
Life kid seen from the box
Seen from the box
The juice from the box
Kids suck life
Kid get suck from the box
Drink
Bruce lee
Life kid suck from the box
Drink from the box
The juice kicks up
Life kid suck from the box
Drink
Yeah
Bruce lee
Life gets in from the box
Seen from the box
The juice from the box
Kids suck life
Kid get suck from the box
Drink
Bruce lee
Life kid suck from the box
Drink from the box
The juice kicks up
Life kid suck from the box
Drink
Yeah
Bruce lee
( yeah yeah yeah yeah )
Life kid suck from the box
Drink from the box
The juice kicks up
Life kid suck from the box
Yeah
Bruce lee
Life kid ? ? from the box
Seen from the box
Drink from the box
The juice kid suck
Life kid suck the box
Drink
Yeah
Bruce lee
Tanglon
Life kid suck the box [x8]
From the box
( skin hard sails in jail )
( hair always cut with a blunt tool )
( muscular but thin like springs )
( but not steel )
( for ford men )
( four ford men )
( they sell it into vaporizing rulers )
( each way up in his own head )
( hold up in its fly flicking markses )
( piggy little piggy little eyes )
( holds and scape )
( hole in skin )
( just enough to let in light )
( bullet got the wrong bloke )
( but he dont die anyway )
( its nothing mortal if you dont move )
( you still have slot the wall in a blanket )
( I have been this way for days )
Stiff stiff stiff stiff stiff...
( bullet got the wrong bloke )
( its happenned mortuary, you die it means )
( skin has it off the wall and it goes like this )
( I have been this way for days )
(oh no, theres a gun )
( over there under the bed )
( turn, lets see whats in the other room )
( he grew up faster )
( just the disco with the one get my rope )
( pull through again )
( a third rat a fourth to his head is calm the sheets of calm )
( bullet got the wrong bloke )
( hes out of the eyes now )
( strained gas on his head )
( its dark, he comes up with his darkness...)
Life kid suck from the box
Drink from the box
The juice kid suck
Life kid suck the box
Yeah
Bruce lee
Tanglon
song performed by by Underworld
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Brice Lee (Short)
bullet got the wrong bloke.
life kid suck
drinkfromthebox
the juice kid suck
life kid
suck the box drink
yeah
life kid drinkfromthebox
the juice kid suck
life kid suck theboxdrink
yeah, bruce lee
life kid sinkfromthebox
seen from the box
the juice from the box
kid suck
life
kid yeah suckfromtheboxdrink
bruce lee
life kid suckfromthebox
drink from the box
the juice kid suck
life kid suckfromtheboxdrink
yeah, bruce lee
life kid sinkfromthebox
seen from a box
the juice from a box
kid suck
life
kid yeahsuckfromtheboxdrink
bruce lee
life kid suckfromthebox
drink from a box
the juice kid suck
life kid suckfromtheboxdrink
yeah, bruce lee
yeah,yeah,yeah
life kid suckfromthebox
drink from the box
the juice kid suck
life kid suckthebox
yeah, bruce lee
life kid drinkfromthebox
sinkfromthebox
straightfromthebox
the juice kid suck
life
kid sucktheboxdrink
yeah, bruce lee
tan blonde
life kid suckthebox...
(from the box)...
skin taught as sails in a gale, hair always cut with a blunt tool,
muscular but thin like springs for not steel...four thin old men, four
thin old men lay silent in two vaporizing rooms, each way up in his
own head...holed up in his flat, flaking boxers...little piggy, little
eyes...folds the skin just enough to let in light...bullet got the wrong
bloke, but they don't die anyway...it's nothing mortal if you don't
move...still have slopped up the war in a proper blanket...and i have
been this way for days
bruceleebruceleebruceleebrucelee...
...wrong bloke...
...force the gun...
...old man, come up to the bed...
...deliberate, and sturdy...
...holds the pistol to the chest of the wrong bloke...
...pulls the trigger...
...a turning shot...
...before your head...
...slaps you in the side of the face like a circus clown...
...wrong bloke...
...it's out of his eyes now...
...strains to get something in his head...
...has to see what is in the air...
...
life kid suckfromthebox
drink from the box
the juice kid suck
life
kid suckthebox
yeah, bruce lee
tan blonde
song performed by by Underworld
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Someday
someday
i like to taste again the glass of orange juice that
you gave me
on that Sunday afternoon
when we were left alone
in the house
of your aunt.
it was so sweet &
so refreshing..
.there is no other glass of orange juice like that
in my lifetime
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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She's Not My Girlfriend
Her heart is in my hand
It shivers like a toad
She tries to understand the
Tiny lump that's down inside her throat
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Her head is in my lap
It twists and coughs and sings
Her hair is in my grasp
It hangs and swings like swollen strings
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Her face is inside out
An open book report
I read what she's about
And she's filled with words that hurt
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Sometimes I want her in
Sometimes I want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
Her clothes are on the ground
A crumpled rainbow mass
She's scattered all around
And she's scattered now like broken glass
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Sometimes I want her in
Sometimes I want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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Orange juice kiss
A circle of dried, sweet orange juice
Finger to mouth, the taste memories seduce
Memories of that sweet orange juice kiss
Thoughts race to the past and days of bliss
The giggling young angel standing at the bedside
The past and the present, emotions collide
Those glorious hours playing in the park
Warm sunny days before the onset of dark
When long summer day’s end and it’s time to rest
Sweet angel climbs up and lays head on my chest
If there’s one memory that brings me this bliss
It’s the memory of that sweet orange juice kiss
poem by Brian 'Peza' Perrins
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I feel so bad without you...
I feel so bad without you,
All my dreams are about you.
I lie in bed, thinking of only you.
You are my dearest and nearest,
The only one and sweetest.
Out of all you are the greatest.
You are so delicate and good
You quickly change my mood.
Your love I prefer to any food.
I love you so much, my darling.
You always look so charming,
When telling me "Good morning".
I touch you with my tongue,
You are my song I'd sung,
With you I am always young.
Every morning when I wake up
I want to have your love cup.
And slowly with pleasure sup.
I don't want you to loose,
Out of all only you I chose.
With only you I like to booze.
All days with you are the fests,
You have already passed all tests.
On you my whole life rests.
You are my inspiration and muse,
To love you I will never refuse,
My lovely drink - an orange juice.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska(Odessa, Ukraine)
The 1st of April,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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A Green Sour Orange....
first i get an orange
a green orange, the young one
sour, but still
citrus, not pungent
but inviting, not a cure for the
wound, not easing,
it penetrates pain and
makes it more painful,
then i cut the orange,
press it
and press it some more
to get all its juices....
i do not drink it
i leave it in the glass
for all those dark nights
till every juice dries,
till what you see and feel
is the same
emptiness....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some Spooks
an early morning hose
spitting orange juice a stream squeezing
the wind to a rest, noxious rain
clouds stepping down
catching the lily without a dew and then
the dots signified the end like this.....................
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I saw the sun rising slowly
I saw the sun rising slowly,
changing the hue of grey dawn
to pink, orange and orange-red
and the breath of the air outside
smelled with the odour of blooming flowers
and with the passing hours
the world came awake,
birds started to sing, flying from tree to tree
and this morning I knew
that it was the beginning of spring.
poem by Gert Strydom
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When you squeeze an orange, orange juice comes out - because that's what's inside. When you are squeezed, what comes out is what is inside.
quote by Wayne Dyer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A glimpse of spring
Now the spring comes with all its delight,
The plants are laden with colourful blossoms,
White, yellow, purple, blue, and red,
There intoxicating fragrance enthralls the mind
It seems somebody has opened the doors of Paradise
The earth is clad in green cloak
The sky watches her with delight
The birds sing pleasant notes
The bees buz round the flowers
To suck their juice
The butterflies fly with glee
Waiting for their turn
A fine breeze blows muttering the words of affection
The rivulet dance with joy and rapture
The hills, the valleys, and the cascades
All wear a new and beautiful look
The whole atmosphere is filled with rapture and I too.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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The Evaporation of Liquid Memories
A warm brain freeze
That smells
The color of
Orange juice
Spreads all over
My mind
In the morning—
Toxic
And sluicing
Inside
My eye sockets,
Purple
Bags pillowing
Where the
Red rings circle,
Pupils
In gradient
Tones, cast
In the piquant
Daylight.
Inside my mouth
Swirling,
Quavering lilt,
Slowly
Seeping from the
Corners,
The miasma
Of death
Oozes outward—
White tongued,
I speak
In the bemoaned
Headaches
Of yesterday's
Regrets,
Unable to
Recall
Sybaritic
Traces
Of entropy,
The far-
Away pleasures
Of nights
That fell before.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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An Orange Cat With One Eye
a one-eyed orange cat
(not really a kitten anymore)
likes me so much
that every morning the moment
i open my door
leading to a stone garden
it always comes to me
singing like a bird
as though saying
good morning master
it rubs his orange body
beside my leg and it feels
so smooth
like fine silk to my
hard skin
i feel the guilt of humanity
who the hell
removed its right eye
where did this one-eyed orange
cat come from?
God-given
must be.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Get Off The Dance Floor
Slowly they are being strangled.
But the rhythm maintained and the floral scents,
Keeps them unaware...
Of their own involvement that squeezes them,
From their dollars and common sense.
Slowly the hold imposes an enclosure.
And caring less.
As long as they are able to dress to impress,
And mingle!
With a 'buzz' to tingle every deluded sensation.
Slowly they are being strangled!
And some are loving it so much,
They have become way out of touch...
As to accuse others who have been warning them of this,
If they don't like the music...
To get off the dance floor and go back to Africa!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Early Morning, The
morn
things burst
from within me
the ocean wave
the cries of seagulls
sweep of vapours
those few twinkling stars
and the shiny planet
that slowly loses itself
in the glare of daylight
in me a flower blooms
the day that slowly dawns
light inches itself into me
the way the petals slowly
spread themselves out
welcoming each day
gracing it with such beauty
each of my acts i make sure
would make the day worth it
my heart slowly blooms
like the roses every new day
every mistake, a sting on the petal
by an unwelcomed ant
inspired by
Early Morning, The
The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other:
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother.
The moon on my left and the dawn on my right.
My brother, good morning: my sister, good night.
Hilaire Belloc
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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L1,7.22
most people suck one another,
civilization sucks, visions suck,
missions are sucked, there is
no shortage of what is sucked,
oh yes, society is a dismal failure.
you too, suck, ...don't be silly,
the universe is a big failure,
God is disappointed, People suck
Christ, Christians keep on killing
one another, Even those who
say there is only One God,
Creator of heaven and Earth also
suck, they destroy each other's
beliefs, they tell that they are
the only ones who go to heaven
the few chosen one, that they
can never be wrong, that they
are the only Right Race, ..they too
suck, God loves everyone, can He
afford to lose any one?
This world sucks because of
intolerance, because of self-righteousness,
God bless us all. God guide us.
Suck us from an impending Hell.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Seven And A Half Hours
Enthralled in his easy chair of desire
He ever slowly unbuttons the night
His wanton fingers fumble to work the zipper
At last, opening up-an uninhibited delight!
He caresses the evenings small talk
While embracing midnights heaving breasts
His hands grasp the moons glimmer-shimmer
As very early morn continues to undress!
He rises again from his easy chair
And proceeds to deep kiss the pre-dawn
With knowledge that desire knows no bounds
When inhibitions are all but gone!
Relishing the tangy flavour of the hours
Of a night and early morning of foreplay
Clearly his piquant predilection
Is exposed to the dawn of new day!
poem by Theodora Onken
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The Sold Out Artist
Out in the street and
Under the sun.
I kissed his feet and loaded his gun.
Sooner or later everyone does!
Everybody feeds the fat boy. everybody feeds the fat boy.
They just dont get it!
Vampires! theyre vampires!
Its all about...suckin on something...
Some suck scum, some suck tits, some just suck up!
They all suck something.
Except ted williams...he never sucks.
Ill be buried with my ted williams cards!
He had 406 in 1941...put a side out the last game with a 3995...
They go in the books as 400, but he played and he went 445.
Ted williams...he was a saint! ...vampires!
Yeah, they all think I suck...
But they really wish their stuff sold like mine!
Next Ill do nude decending a staircase!
Ill get a hundred grand for it! let em suck that! vampires...
song performed by by Utopia
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sherbet Skies
sherbet skies
against city lights
swimming in oceans of purple clouds
fields of daisies
dance around me
memories of the past surround me
lingering as long as time allows
the snapshot fades
to dull shades of grey
as the heavens become a black, starry hole
sherbet skies
speak the truth within lies
and the beauty has been burned in my soul
poem by Cheyenne Ringuette
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