midnight backlane
two cats in earsplitting
orgasm
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Flirt and copulate
A beloved gave her heart and then her flesh.
She gets quick orgasm.
The wife gave her flesh and then heart.
She gets slow orgasm.
An admirer gives her heart and no access.
She gets it in masturbation.
A slut gives her flesh and not her heart.
She never gets orgasm.
Unless you cause orgasm
You are not worth the man to woman.
Flirt and copulate. It is supreme.
12.08.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The proven bliss
Orgasm is agony of bliss;
Orgasm is emission of bliss;
Orgasm is exhaustion of bliss.
Only it is a proven bliss.
27.05.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man defies God
Orgasm is the bait; mating is fishing.
Birth is the catch; it’s the God’s wish.
Orgasm is the bait; orgasm is the catch.
Birth is outcast; it’s man’s crush.
25.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Cats Eye Resurrection
Cats ~ cats ~ cats
Eye
Cats ~ cats ~ cats
Splashing on my walls ~ my walls
In the field the bodies are tied
To the their crosses hair hanging down
The blood is rolling down their
Arms to the waiting dogs
Bad ~ bad ~ bad
Doctors
Bad ~ bad ~ bad
Counting the meat on the tables
In the field the bodies are tied to the
Altar the popes mule sings a song of
Freedom from his majesty-the pope
Nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi
Butchers
Nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi
Waving their tongues in the air
Cats-cats-cats-bad-bad-bad-cats eye
Resurrection
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Peace And Propriety
in the name of propriety
to cats we must be cats too
you know what happens when
we show to the cats that we
are really dogs in feelings and
actions,
there will be a chase of course,
and chaos, and there will be war
and there will be losers and
winners,
and in this matter
and manner of speaking we choose
to be dogs to assure that we win
but that is not always the case
the cats have advanced in their feline
technology and breeding
so my dear, let us just be proper
to cats we shall be cats
and make this world a happy place
for all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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7 Cats of the Cobblestone
7 cats came calling.
7 cats they be.
7 cats came calling
for
a
spot
of
tea.
7 cups
7 saucers
berries
brie
and
clotted cream.
A light fare for 7 cats
7 cats they be.
7 cats
7 names
introduced to us.
One was black and white
the other calico.
Two tabbies sat at the hearth
three more we will get to know.
Lagging behind
we did find
peculiar
ginger cat.
Next to stroll in
cat named Vincent Van Gogh
and Siam,
white as fallen snow.
Kit Kat
Chi Chi
took milk with tea.
Miss Cleo and Rosy savoring dessert.
Duke of course
curious sort
sat out
upon
the stoop.
With no warning
came storming in
last to introduce.
After tea
and light fare
cat nap they did sleep.
7 cats came calling
7 cats we keep.
7 cats of the Cobblestone
7 cats they be.
poem by Gary Kedron
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Self denial is like self burial.
The middle age %
Women at forty are vulnerable.
Beware! Your estrogen levels are dropping.
Why not make the most of it right now?
Shyness has been shed; awkwardness has gone.
It is time for you to take the lead
When it comes to your own orgasm,
The orgasm that’s eluded you thus far,
From the monotony you stuck in.
You must reveal yourself in newfound youth.
You must assert yourself with newfound guts.
Yes, you must take the control of your sex.
If not, it is you who are the loser.
At this stage you are the most attractive.
Composure added, you are in glow.
As the sex is important part of the life,
Your assets unused must not go waste.
It is true you are hungry for strangers.
Men are hungrier for women of your age.
Now a stranger only can explore you.
He only can drive you to get orgasm.
It is time you tasted orgasm again.
Finding orgasm is not breaking home.
It is just physical gratification.
Man must shut his eyes and woman, her qualms.
He must let her get what he couldn’t give her.
If he let go of her, he’ll get such like her.
You need not elope, nor own a paramour.
Hire a man and fire him after he fired.
It’s not a crime when done with the knowledge.
Men must disarm his possessiveness
And abandon his probing tendencies.
15.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Poem about Poetry - An orgasm of languages
flowers, they are
orgasm of earth
opening itself to
multiply
flowers, small, large
and colourful
poetry, they are
orgasm of languages
that gives new eyes
to the mind and - the world
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Cats In The Well
The cats in the well, the wolf is looking down.
The cats in the well, the wolf is looking down.
He got his big bushy tail dragging all over the ground.
The cats in the well, the gentle lady is asleep.
Cats in the well, the gentle lady is asleep.
She aint hearing a thing, the silence is a-stickin her deep.
Bridge #1:
The cats in the well and grief is showing its face
The worlds being slaughtered and its such a bloody disgrace.
The cats in the well, the horse is going bumpety bump.
The cats in the well, and the horse is going bumpety bump.
Back alley sally is doing the american jump.
Bridge #2:
The cats in the well, and pappa is reading the news.
His hair is falling out and all of his daughters need shoes.
The cats in the well and the barn is full of bull
The cats in the well and the barn is full of bull
The night is so long and the table is oh, so full
Bridge #3:
The cats in the well and the servant is at the door.
The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war.
The cats in the well, the leaves are starting to fall
The cats in the well, leaves are starting to fall
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Cattitude for M'Lady Ernestine
She tells her kittens this and that
Like any feline mother would
and she makes sure they’ve understood
Just what it means to be a cat...
For cats can trace their ancestry
much farther back than humans can
They are superior to man
although humans may not agree.
There was a time when humans knew
the feline race was born to rule.
The race of man was just a tool
cats used to do what they must do.
The menial tasks of every day
beneath a felines dignity.
A cats place was to oversee
that men did their work properly.
But times have changed and now today
Cats are seen by men as pets
but no true cat ever forgets.
That they will rule again one day.
Mean while cats have to rule by guile
A wise cat always gets her way
it is a role cats have to play.
Though cats may vary in their style.
Cats make the men provide our food
and somewhere warm and dry to sleep
Cats do not need to earn their keep.
There is no reason why we should.
That’s what men were created for.
Although they claim authority
they misperceive reality.
They’re born to worship and adore.
Perhaps cats will reward them when
Cats can assume their rightful place
as rulers of the human race.
The wheel is sure to turn again.
8-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Three Cool Cats
Three cool cats,
Three cool cats
Are coming up in a beat up car,
Spitting up a lift of candy bar
Talking on about how sharp they are.
Three cool cats.
Three cool chicks
Are walking down the street
Swinging their hips,
Splitting up a bag of potatoe chips
I think cool cats really did flip.
Three cool chicks
Three cool chicks.
Well up came that first cool cat,
He said: man look at that.
Man, do you see what i see?
Well i want that middle chick
I want that little chick.
Hey man save once chick for me.
Well three cool chicks.
Three cool chicks.
Well they love like
Angels from up above
And three cool cats
Really fell in love.
But three cool chicks
Made three fools out of
Three cool cats.
Three cool cats.
Well up came that first cool cat,
He said: man look at that.
Man do you see what i see?
Well i want that middle chick,
I want that little chick.
Hey man, save one chick for me.
Three cool chicks.
Three cool chicks.
They look like
Angels from up above
And three cool cats
Really fell in love.
And three cool chicks
Made three fools out of
Three cool cats.
Three cool cats.
Three cool cats.
Three cool cats.
song performed by by Beatles
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Before Orgasm
Your midnight laughter
And dark red wine,
Your face of classical paintings
And your supple arms
Enlacing my heart
With a simple embrace
Make everything clear….
Life is lovely treachery
Like being tortured with feathers
Or postponing forever
The achingly tender moment
Before orgasm.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight.
quote by H.P. Lovecraft
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A Lady of Pain and Sorrow
Once I loved you,
Once I cherished your phantom flesh,
Once I lost myself in orgasm after orgasm,
Once I bought you flowers (what a cliche!)
You were the Queen of hellish thoughts,
Sweet Harlot and Mother of Lies,
You made me long for your rotting corpse
In your heavenly and bestial disguise,
But now I see you for what you are,
As the rabbit sees the fox before it dies,
Now I'll see it wherever I turn,
The cold, implacable cruelty of your eyes! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Round Midnight (feat. Andy Summers)
It begins to tell
Round midnight, round midnight
I do pretty well
'Til after sundown
Supper time, I'm feelin' sad
But it really gets bad
Round midnight
Mem'ries always start
Round midnight, round midnight
Haven't got the heart
To stand those memories
When my heart is still with you
And old midnight
Knows it too.
When some quarrel we've had needs mending
Does that mean that our love is ending?
Darling, I need you
Lately I find
You're out of my arms
And I'm out of my mind.
Let our hearts take wing
Round midnight, round midnight
Let the angels sing
For your returning
Let our love be safe and sound
'Til old midnight
Comes around
song performed by by Sting
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The Cat of All Cats
My Cat is the cat of all cats
For she is like a beautiful Painting
She sleeps and awakes in the early morning
To demand her requests for the day.
My Cat is the cat of all cats
She is royal and dignified.
Poets and Writers have long been inspired
She is admired by all who encounter her
My Cat is the cat of all cats
And shall remain so, until the end of her nine lives.
Sleeping With Cats, Or Trying To
From 'Dating at Fifty' a collection of poems about the quest for love in middle age
Trying to sleep with cats,
Cats not content to use their box discretely
But compelled by strange ambition
To dig to China after each smelly deposit.
Trying to sleep in blankets
Full of cat litter
Tracked in by the cats.
Trying to sleep with cats, not content
To sleep or read or wait quietly for the dawn
But driven to actively stalk
The largely fictitious wildlife
Of a two room apartments.
Trying to sleep with a new woman
In strange bed with cats….
Forget about it! ! !
poem by Allan Thorne
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She Loves Her Cats
She likes her cats more than humans
She has sex with men she doesn't love
When they like her cats she puts out
I wish she would clean her cat box more
She has invited me over
I told her I love cats
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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An Excerpt
i know...ha-ha-ha...i'm happy for you..
it's good you don't have children yet, at least you can do whatever you want. but in my case i have two boys and it's like a domino reaction.
mawala na ang trust nila sa ako-a.
(they will lose their trust in me)
maybe if i am divorced i could do whatever i want without any consequence.
maybe that's why she can do it because she is separated from her husband and she likes you to start with.
well
maybe i will too! if i am in her situation.
lami gud ang orgasm..ha-ha-ha
(orgasm is exciting)
maksingit gyud ko ug ahat,
(maybe i will scream)
ha-ha-ha
what a lengthy exposition when what you can do is simply make a very short and erotic
poem
ha-ha-ha, was that a poem already?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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After Midnight
By j. j. cale
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, were gonna chug-a-lug and shout.
Were gonna stimulate some action;
Were gonna get some satisfaction.
Were gonna find out what it is all about.
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, were gonna shake your tambourine.
After midnight, its all gonna be peaches and cream.
Were gonna cause talk and suspicion;
Were gonna give an exhibition.
Were gonna find out what it is all about.
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
Second verse
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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