The Songs of Dead Rivers
I lounge inside the songs of dead rivers
Where better women smile at me naked atop
The tufts greener than all Christmas trees;
But oh, how these lands are wicked, even
If calmed: The king is smiling even while
Possessed, while the traffic is heady and conductive.
I dress out for PE, but don’t work out:
I make laps around the basketball courts and take
Notes, while the Jewish students collect on the
Fiascos which they better perceive, which
They have been working towards, never mindful
Of even the soccer moms’ leggy tresses,
Their dun ring fingers and extroverted scents.
Now in the cacophony of Catholic churches the
Play strums: She is wearing the red dress, smoky and
Ethereal. From Canada, and a thief crawls through her
Window, and her eyes are for him and glowing
Something mythical. Like a fire in a horn up on stage,
Like a specific bouquet damply bequeathed above
A loved one’s coffin I have singled out, as I wait
For the trucks to come, to unload from them
Whatever it is I have to sell.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Hell, It's Christmas!
just for once...
let's unload the guns,
take the fingers off the button,
unload the planes...
open your churches to the homeless,
your homes to the hungry...
turn your prayers into ears,
that listen, hear, and care!
give somebody the best gift of all
your time!
hell, it's Christmas...
let's act like we understand!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Girls vs. Women
Girls are insecure; Women are confident.
Girls dress trashy; Women dress classy.
Girls are students; Women are teachers.
Girls are listeners; Women are preachers.
Girls makes babies; Women raise babies.
Girls have sex; Women make love.
Girls are weak; Women are strong.
Girls fight; Women walk away.
Girls argue; Women speak.
Girls give in; Women compromise.
Girls envy. Women appreciate.
Girls give up. Women strive.
Girls look. Women see.
Girls take. Women give.
Girls follow; Women influence.
poem by Christina E. Brown
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Your Gold Dress
You gold dress is whirling around
Like a fan its lifting you high
High above the ground
Never coming down
You gold dress is burning alight
Deafens me with the sound of the sun
Setting fire to the night
And everythings all right
Vibrations coming my way
When youre floating on by
In your gold dress
Vibrations coming to play
When youre filling the sky
With your gold ... dress
Your gold dress is shaming the stars
A thousand melting dali guitars
Make no sound
And dripping slowly down
Your gold dress is all I can see
Blind my eyes but there it will be
Beacon burning bright
And everythings all right
Your gold dress!
song performed by by Xtc
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Catholic School Girls Rule
Catholic school girls rule...
In the class she's taking notes
Just how deep is my throat
Mother Mary don't you know
She's got eyes like Marylin Monroe
Catholic school girls rule...
From the cross she's raised her head
This is what the sister said
Give no love until you're wed
Live no life until you're dead
The good books says we must suppress
The good books says we must confess
But who cares what the good books says
Cause now she's taking off her dress
Catholic school girls rule...
Lead us into temptation
We are pure divine creation
Talkin' about my generation
Injected with the seed of emaculation
Catholic!
song performed by by Backstreet Boys
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Detroit Medley
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on
Fe, fe, fi, fi, fo, fo, fum
Look at Molly now, here she come
Wearin' a wig, hat, shades to match
High healed sneakers and an aligator hat
Wearin' her diamons, wearin' a big ring
She got rasors on her fingers and everything
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on
Wearin' her perfume, Chanel number five
Got to be the finest looking woman alive
She looks so pretty every time she walks by
The boys are too nervous, even to say hi
Not too skinny, not too fat
She's a real humdinger and I like it like that
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on
Good golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball
Good golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball
When you're rockin' and rollin'
Don't you hear your mama call
From the early, early morning to the early, early night
See Miss Molly rockin' in the house of blue light
Good golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball
When you're rockin' and rollin'
Don't you hear your mama call
Well c., c.c. rider
Come on see just what you've done
Well I said c., c.c. rider
Come on see just what you've done
You made me loving you
And now, now, now your man has come
Well now I'm goin' c.c. rider
Goin' to see my baby c.c. rider
And I won't be back c.c. rider
B
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Catholic School Girls Rule
Catholic school girls rule...
In the class she's taking notes
Just how deep deep is my throat
Mother Mary don't you know
She's got eyes like Marylin Monroe
Catholic school girls rule...
From the cross she's raised her head
This is what the sister said
Give no love until you're wed
Live no life until you're dead
The good books says we must suppress
The good books says we must confess
But who cares what the good books says
Cause now she's taking off her dress
Catholic school girls rule...
Lead us into temptation
We are pure divine creation
Talkin' about my generation
Injected with the seed of emaculation
Catholic !
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers from Freaky Styley
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Piano Strings See
She keeps secrets from you
Knows it’s something they say never to do
But how does she say
How does she break that news
While you’re still feelin’ new
Chorus Split 1:
What do I do when every step I take
Is walking my heart your way
When each note the world
Has to echo
Sounds like the way I love you
She’s got no ring for your finger either
You know how it goes
Maybe she’ll find that wedding dress
They never sent her and she never could pick up
Drop it at your toes
Chorus Split 2:
And the moments in life
Theirs and mine
Feel like the lucky tears of happy days
You bring me
How did we ever get to be
What piano strings see
She is me, she is me, she is me
And I’m just tryin’ to find
The right eyes
To bring this to you with
The right set of notes and time ticks
Chorus
So string me up
And tell me you came back to the girl who left
The bridal shop with the pretty dress
‘cause the country songs
Were tearing you up with the ways you love me
Split 2
I’ve got no ring for your finger either
Maybe I’ll find that wedding dress
Drop it at your toes
poem by Frankie Renae
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Moms…
Moms are very special,
They are there to tell you to do your homework.
They give you your lunch because you forgot it.
Moms are there to embarrass you
By yelling your name at all your sports games.
Moms are there by your side
Just in case you get a boo-boo
And she can make the hurt go away
All just with one kiss.
Moms are there standing in front of the window
Watching daddy teach you how to ride a bicycle.
Moms are there sitting in the audience
Wishing you the best while you act in your first play.
Moms are there crying her eyes out
At your elementary graduation,
Whispering I Love You.
Moms are there to comfort you
When you come home crying
Because you found out that your crush is with another.
Moms are there to guide you
Through life and help you get through
All those rough times when you think you’re alone.
Moms are there crying her eyes out again
At your high school graduation
Thinking to herself that you will do great in the real world.
Knowing that you may be far away
But you will stay deep in her heart until you come home for the holiday visits.
Moms are very special they’re by your side even though
You can not see them some times.
They’re our little Angels sent to
Guide us in the right path.
So I thank you God for my mom,
Happy Mother’s Day mom
And I Love You.
poem by Kimberly Santistevan
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Perfection! Lady!
Because I am F
Uk! UK U k uk White War!
Stand up 1 comedy
C O COrporation! Moden Madamme
modey @
TV
Chennel;
Is
The smile:
smile and miles of smile
And you still smile
and I am smiling and smiling
and you did not even notice
or took only notice
Or you already have a recipe
For a perfect smile
and this lady play
soccer
or game that looks like soccer
with her boobs
on my friend
at the same time
she is playing with me
and my smile
my comfort zone
my cornfield
in my mind
through my eyes
it is burning,
I want to burn her field
her soccer
and she knows
she knew
she
knows
that!
in advance!
she hides her hands
to expose her chest
hide and hide
type of woman, girl
childish
type of kid game
the only difference
I have
A hope
is to
take her
home
to calm
caam! Kasperjec
kasparove
big blue
her burned
finger.
come here
let me see
why your nipple
get red
are you finger burning
or just your nipples are
getting
hotter and burning red.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Smiling
I like to lose myself in your eyes,
I like the ones that shine not cries.
I like it when you hold my hand,
I like it when you say “that’s grand”.
I like it when we kiss and walk,
I like it when we sit and talk.
I like it when you dress in style,
but most of all I like your smile.
A social smile for general folk,
acceptable as there’s no joke.
A warming smile of sympathy
beats from a heart with empathy.
A contempt smile but not in vain,
you generate when feeling pain.
A loving smile it’s just for me,
a smile I always want to see.
A smile that lights a fire inside,
a raging crush I can not hide.
This feeling that you generate,
makes you the only one to date.
Please never go a country mile’n,
I need you near, I need your smiling.
copyright 2009 Mark Curtis
poem by Mark Curtis
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Angel In The Christmas Play
Poured the goldfish bowl into daddys hat
Then I painted stripes down the family cat
Broke two teeth only yesterday
Im the angel in the christmas play
In department stores, do it just because
Pull the whiskers off of the san-tee claus
Bite his leg!... then I got away
Im the angel in the chrismas play
Daddy laughs, he bends in half
When I wear angel hair
But wait until he takes a spill
On halos on the stairs
Well I gotta go before the mailman stops
And he feels that glue in the letter box
See you all when its christmas day
Im the angel in the christmas play
I put on my angel gown
And oh did momma laugh
She didnt guess it was her best dress...
The one you tore in half
On the roof today, gave em all a scare
I put on my wings, tried to fly thru air
Hope that lumps gonna go away
Im the angel in the christmas play
Im the angel in the christmas play
song performed by by Carpenters
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You dress elegant women. You dress sophisticated women. I dress sluts.
quote by Gianni Versace
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Joan Of Arc
Now the flames they followed joan of arc
As she came riding through the dark;
No moon to keep her armour bright,
No man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, Im tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
A wedding dress or something white
To wear upon my swollen appetite.
Well, Im glad to hear you talk this way,
You know Ive watched you riding every day
And something in me yearns to win
Such a cold and lonesome heroine.
And who are you? she sternly spoke
To the one beneath the smoke.
Why, Im fire, he replied,
And I love your solitude, I love your pride.
Then fire, make your body cold,
Im going to give you mine to hold,
Saying this she climbed inside
To be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of joan of arc,
And high above the wedding guests
He hung the ashes of her wedding dress.
It was deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of joan of arc,
And then she clearly understood
If he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
But must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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World Christmas
Hearing the bells go ding dong,
Hearing the choir sing songs,
Letting us know its Christmas,
Time for the world to spread love.
Chorus:
I open my eyes,
And to my surprise,
I've come to realize that....
All around the world, it's Christmas,
All around the world, it's Christmas,
All around the world, it's Christmas,
And I'm so glad to be,
Sharing peace and harmony with you.
Looking out of the window,
Seing the winter white snow,
Kiss under the missletoe,
I see the angel's hai-lo.
Chrorus
So, come on, come on,
A child is born,
Onto us, a King,
So, joy to the world,
Women, Men, boy and girl,
With this love and Christmas brings.
Chorus
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Can't Disturb These Folks
Are the buttocks firmer on athletes?
Those who adorn sneakers on courts...
Or play on fields wearing cleats?
Are they tighter on women?
Or men who play soccer?
It's harder to tell on those chasing a puck
As they hockey.
What do they see when they arrive at the lockers?
Or those racing horses...
And called jockeys.
Are they really jocks?
Who gave them names like these?
Women playing tennis,
Seem to have stronger thighs.
And why aren't there cheerleaders...
On the sidelines standing by?
And golf?
Ssssshhhh...
Can't disturb these folks.
You know how hard it is,
To get that tiny ball in the hole?
Well...
I am told it isn't difficult at all.
As long as you know how to find it!
And where it is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mary-Jess (Singer)
A remarkable singer, by the name of Mary-Jess,
Stands on stage, in a gorgeous, flowing dress.
She opens her mouth and her singing is sweet.
To hear her sing her songs live is truly a treat.
She waves her arms as though she’s freely floating.
She’s a new artiste who’s definitely worth noting.
About her, the critics have only good things to say,
And it’s already clear that she’s going to go a long way.
Her music sounds distinctly oriental,
But her interpretation of it is pure and gentle.
Charmingly pretty with a fresh-faced complexion,
With an audience, she’s able to make a real connection.
With her new album just released,
Her popularity has greatly increased.
To be a singer, has always been her dream,
But her journey hasn’t been as easy as it seems.
She oozes such elegance and style,
And possesses a very radiant smile.
In her dress, she resembles a beautiful princess.
Wisdom beyond her years, she does possess.
This young singer, at only twenty one,
Is amazed to think how far she’s come.
She’s come a long way in such little time,
And now she’s definitely ready to shine.
Her music is beautiful and a tad exotic.
Listening to her sing is almost hypnotic,
The emotions in her songs mix and swirl.
So endearing is this gentle and charming girl.
Her voice soars up to an all time high.
Inside, her spirit and soul upwardly fly.
Her journey to fame has been a real whirlwind.
On reaching the top, she has her hopes pinned.
There are different colours and tones to her voice.
In what she sings, she gets a personal choice.
Her songs are full of feeling and inspiration.
She’s already the new singing sensation.
The songs of this pretty brunette,
Are ones which you won’t forget.
She softly closes her smoky looking eyes,
As the song ends and the music gently dies.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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In The Rivers Of Life
we shall be naked
in the rivers of life
we are not meant
to be wrapped like
a little package
skin to the sun
gleams at the brims
of our brain
we carry this self
for the pleasure
of the skies
here we are in the
rivers of life
swim naked
break the dress
code that enslaves
us to their humiliation
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Please youreslf
I think that ladies should ignore
The dictates of the fashion trade
The doubtful claims of haute couture
by so called experts often made.
A wise lady will choose her clothes
to show her assets at their best.
Not as the expert all suppose
to look exactly like the rest.
Dress to suit your face and figure
There is no need to buy in haste
clothes which make your rivals snigger.
Have faith in your own good taste.
Women come in many shades
different shapes and different sizes.
Mature matrons and slim young maids.
Every one that some man prizes.
A well dressed women who stands out.
Knows full well what she’s about.
She won’t let the experts tell her
how to dress to please her feller.
Some women have good fashion sense
but many lack the confidence
to tell the experts to get lost.
They can dress well at half the cost.
Fashion labels may sell clothes
but only silly girls suppose.
Only the latest style will do.
When obviously it is not true.
Suit yourself in the way you dress.
Choose the clothes that will suit you
If you do you will impress
in the way you ought to do.
Let all the fashion gurus prate
But don’t believe a word they say.
You know that you will look great
when you dress in your own way
Fashions come and fashions go.
You know when you’re looking good
What do the so called experts know? .
Ignore them as you know you should.
8-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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What You Need to Be A Writer
After the college
reading,
the eager
students gather.
They ask me
what you need
to be a writer
& I, feeling flippant,
jaunty
(because
I am wearing
an 18th century
dress
& think
myself in love
again),
answer:
'Mazel,
dete rmination,
talent, & true
grit.'
I even
believe it-
looking
as I do
like an
advertisement
for easy
success-
designer dress,
sly smile
on my lips
& silver boots
from
Oz.
Suppose
they saw me
my eyes
swollen
like sponges,
my hand
shaking
with betrayal,
my fear
rampant
in the dark?
Suppose they saw
the fear
of never
writing,
the fear
of being
alone,
the money fear,
the fear fear,
the fear
of succumbing
to fear?
& then there's all
I did
not say:
to be
a writer
what you need
is
something
to say:
something
that burns
like a hot coal
in your gut
something
that pounds
like a pump
in your groin
& the courage
to love
like a wound
that never
heals.
poem by Erica Jong
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Left Right
The master playwright
Urges you to play right/play wrong;
Life is long and every nights the first night.
The wardrobe mistress
Urges you to dress left/dress right;
What a mess when your underpants are too tight.
Whos on the stage door
To help you find the way in/way out?
Its not a sin to be knowing that you dont know.
When you breathe your last line
Will you make your exit stage left/stage right?
Well, you might decide while theres still time.
You have an angel on your shoulder
But you wear the old gods horns.
And you dance around the maypole
While the vicar makes a toast
To the pagan celebration
And extends an invitation to us all
So he can save us when we fall.
Whos your leading lady?
Will you help to get her off the bus? its best
To pass the test before you get too lazy.
Strike up the orchestra.
Take your cues on the up-beat/beat down
Anyone who says he doesnt like the sound.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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