Be Young You
The tongues of some men are made of metal
The tongues of some men are made of oil
But the keeper of those men never rolled
Their tongues for anybodys free ride but his own
Now the oily tongues are thirsty for black gold.
But the old men are going to bed
Theyll be sleeping through the future
And the children red with fire
They got to move away the old mans rusty beds.
Now the tongue, the tongue of a master
That should be laughter - with dancing legs
Like a flying wheel for the weak and sad man
Some tongues of man are made of silence
And your eyes will listen.
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Come To Me
Come to me
While Im sleeping
So their wagging tongues
Might not find you, my love
All the while
They lie down
[Ill let a so sweet]
For Ill die for my love
So stop this night so strong
That I will remember
And have it ever after
Come to me
While Im sleeping
So their wagging tongues
Might not find you, my love
[interlude]
Come to me
End my dreaming
So their wagging tongues
Might not find you, my love
round the corner
Back of hands
Theyll still be talking
Whether or not wed ever
Whether wed ever, my love
song performed by by Vangelis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Murdered By Their Tongues
Threatened by a mentalness,
That spreading gossip did.
And murdered by their tongues.
Whatever between them did exist,
That ruined their happiness...
And long loving relationships,
Has been murdered by their tongues.
Murdered by their tongues,
Abandoned good deeds are left undone.
In big numbers.
Murdered by their tongues,
Some people had to run...
To find their comfort.
Murdered by their tongues,
Some choose to begin to run...
To find their comfort,
And unencumbered by the numbers.
They've been murdered by their tongues.
Stubborn these people,
Who've been murdered by their tongues.
Unconscious people,
Who are murdered by their tongues.
These fools are equal,
Who will murder anyone with their wicked tongues.
Murdered by their tongues,
Some people had to run...
To find their comfort.
Threatened by a mentalness,
That spreading gossip did.
And murdered by their tongues.
Whatever between them did exist,
That ruined their happiness...
And long loving relationships,
Has been murdered by their tongues.
They've been murdered by their tongues.
Stubborn these people,
Who've been murdered by their tongues.
Unconscious people,
Who are murdered by their tongues.
These fools are equal,
Who will murder anyone with their wicked tongues.
Murdered by their tongues,
Some choose to begin to run...
To find their comfort,
And unencumbered by the numbers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Spirit Of St. Louis VI
Blue tongues and red tongues,
Yellow tongues and white tongues,
Don't jumble your state of affairs when the floods set in!
But with the spring, summer, autumn and winter in mind;
For i am only with the wet and dry seasons over here,
But the muse of St. Louis is all about my love.
The very place i belong to is like your own country,
But my experiences in Africa had taught me a lot of lessons;
And like two people born to two different parts of the world,
For they will surely grow up differently with different status! !
Because one may either progress or regress in respective to the other.
Life is like an Aircraft that touches down on a runway as it taxis along,
And i have landed into the world to contribute my quota;
But my sweet mind is all that i have to share with you all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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0265 Tongue
strange name for a pet yeah?
but that's what I call it
and it knows its name
so we get along OK
I keep it in its cage now
since it's a bit large and scary
for those who haven't met it
or know its owner
but I've given it all I can think of
to keep it amused in its cage
papers old books photos to keep its teeth sharp
we love each other to bits
but every now and again
I can 't resist opening up the cage
and letting it out to be itself
wild untamed sometimes vicious irresponsible
I used to say naughty Tongue
who's a naughty boy then
but I felt such a hypocrite
I love to see it free
it's like when you have a pet greyhound
that's never seen a track, or raced
faster faster
with all the crowd shouting
to please itself and its master
oh we're both so proud of Tongue
I was given it when it and me we were very small
and people would smile and say
what a pretty Tongue then
it'll grow up to be a fine Tongue
you must be very fond of it and proud too
to my parents who smiled weakly
they encouraged me and Tongue little did they know then
little did they think
that small Tongues grow to be big Tongues
well isn't that the same with all pets
until you flush them down the john
to roam the sewers or sneak out at night
to leave them scratching the tiles
in some gas station restroom
and giving someone's bladder
one hell of a shock opening the door
they hoped we'd grow apart Tongue and I
and I'd go on to something quieter
tattoos piercings stuff
I wouldn't do that not ever to Tongue
though we had to leave home Tongue and I
so I go to open up the cage
and Tongue opens its big mouth
in a sorta snarly smile
gives me a quick glance like yes now
and then it's off
pleased as Punch, top speed,
sniffing where all the other tongues
have left their mark
sniffing friendly at children
scaring grown-ups all shouting at me
picking a fight with every other tongue it meets
so I can't help be proud of it
lifting its leg on the neighbours who tell the other neighbours
who don't speak to me now
oh we have a fine time Tongue and I
then after we've had a great workout
come back panting, flushed, victorious not a bit ashamed
maybe later
people who've stopped talking to me
say to each other so I'm told never me
he'll be sorry one day
Michael has such a malicious Tongue
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Love Is The Law
ft. Paul Kelly
Love Is The Law
Though I speak in tongues of angels
And in many tongues of men
Though prophecy may sing through me
Without love I'm nothing
Though I understand all mysteries
And can see the story's end
Though my faith can move mountains
Without love I'm nothing
Love is the law
song performed by by Bic Runga
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Yin And Yang
the tall cliffs
and the rough stones
and boulders
by the sea
the males
the waves bashing
and dashing
with tongues licking
the bodies of stone
and rising cliffs
towards the skies
the females
yin and yang
in nature.
the feet that the sea licks
the waves as tongues
and the tall cliffs as
symbols
the phallus and the tongue
the rocks and the waves
male and female
and then the outbursts of morning light
spilling
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Things
What happened is, we grew lonely
living among the things,
so we gave the clock a face,
the chair a back,
the table four stout legs
which will never suffer fatigue.
We fitted our shoes with tongues
as smooth as our own
and hung tongues inside bells
so we could listen
to their emotional language,
and because we loved graceful profiles
the pitcher received a lip,
the bottle a long, slender neck.
Even what was beyond us
was recast in our image;
we gave the country a heart,
the storm an eye,
the cave a mouth
so we could pass into safety.
poem by Lisel Mueller
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Red tongues tied
Red tongues tied
Words of truth died
When you lied
Think of me
Like a swarm of bees
Sting
Bring out your venom
Lend shout
Aloud is your color red tongues tied
Fed proud this roller glide
Downtown bottom hide
South side shone shadow
On manhattan island alone.
Rome on south sunny side
We dance in dreams but hide.
Red, fed, tongues and lungs
Songs tied
La la sing words lied
Said my face red sum dallied
God's lullabies
a chatterbox
speaks to me
every minute
of my life
no he does not speak
through tongues
but deeds
and he is my creator
this heart beats
each beat
signals his permission
to let me live
the sky full of stars
every star
a word of
his mightiness
his promise of
a life beyond
a rose blooms
a verse from
his poetic vault
a haiku
to share the
little pleasure of life
the tinkling sound
of the little brook
in the forest
his soothing tongue
to calm me down
god's tongues
sprout everywhere
engaging me in his world
propelling me up
the evolution chain
with his lulabies
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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sweet chocolates
who will ever resist
sweet chocolates
we take with
our bare fingers
handing these
chocolates inside
our mouths melting
sweetly these
chocolates in
our tongues
putting heaven
sweet chocolate
so sweet inside
our mouths
playing with
our tongues
guilt food and
sin how do you
really love the
sweetness inside
our mouths
melting with
our tongues
these sweet
chocolates of
hidden sins
burning our souls.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Chocolates
sweet chocolates
who will ever resist
sweet chocolates
we take with
our bare fingers
handing these
chocolates inside
our mouths melting
sweetly these
chocolates in
our tongues
putting heaven
sweet chocolate
so sweet inside
our mouths
playing with
our tongues
guilt food and
sin how do you
really love the
sweetness inside
our mouths
melting with
our tongues
these sweet
chocolates of
hidden sins
burning our souls.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There are many men whose tongues might govern multitudes if they could govern their tongues.
quote by George D. Prentice
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Dead Mans Fate
When the prophet dies, does the future he predicted die with him?
Or live on through our finger and tongues.
A choice made, how do we do we really know if it was mistake with no guidance.
A leaderless fortune.
A mystery of the deep.
Interpretation with our eyes we seek.
If we can only understand maybe we can also change it.
A disruption in fate.
Creating a chosen destiny.
We are the ones alive even if it seems like the words are.
Following a belief blindly is the mistake of our past.
We must move forward and do it fast.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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If It Pleases
If it pleases...
Anyone is invited,
To say and speak
That which is on their mind.
Tongues of these,
Have been declared to be
Censorship free.
And acceptable.
Those who think pose threats.
And they may or may not upset,
The ones who protect themselves...
In safety zones condoned.
And yet...
A comprehension is expected.
Requests to understand perspectives,
Are solicited and collected.
And those choices selected are made.
To leave decisions made pleased.
In a climate made easier for explanations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shall gods be said to thump the clouds
Shall gods be said to thump the clouds
When clouds are cursed by thunder,
Be said to weep when weather howls?
Shall rainbows be their tunics' colour?
When it is rain where are the gods?
Shall it be said they sprinkle water
From garden cans, or free the floods?
Shall it be said that, venuswise,
An old god's dugs are pressed and pricked,
The wet night scolds me like a nurse?
It shall be said that gods are stone.
Shall a dropped stone drum on the ground,
Flung gravel chime? Let the stones speak
With tongues that talk all tongues.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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Essence and Existence
Part readily the skin
and readily the pulp,
as readily the tongues
wild apples bore,
eviscerate the cores
and watermelon spit the pits
they cannot swallow.
Let this be done before
the tongues
wild lemons bore
find no cores.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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Complimentary
Complimentary
Food gets value from tongues.
Tongues get taste from food.
Women get value from men.
Men get taste from women.
04.10.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Bitter Is The Taste Left On Tongues
Had he not destroyed the lives,
Of millions of people...
With deceit and lies.
And arrogant displays of ignorance.
Something he now says...
May have made some empathetic sense.
He was the first to say there was no recession.
Now he wishes to make claims,
That was inherited.
He lead conservative ideals,
To ruin and deplete a robust economy.
And not a word did he listen to others.
Preferring to succeed...
From a position of egotistic needs.
A forgiving people hear and see this.
With grateful wishes,
He and his corrupted followers...
Can not leave soon enough.
To begin a healing...
That will take decades for those who suffer,
To feel and believe!
With few expressing an energy left,
With a smile to lift!
Isolated greed and wholesome stupidity...
Will leave a bitter taste on tongues for years.
As those most affected by the depth of crimes condoned...
Will realize their quality of life once the pride on Earth,
Had been miraculously erased...
By a leadership with no remorse at all,
To ever be shown or known!
Demons in motion...
Are not attached to these emotions.
And bitter is the taste left on tongues...
For what to them has been consciously done!
Tricked by the wicked.
And made sick...
Are they to their stomachs.
To know this feeling is made real.
As it exists,
For them to feel!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tongues Of The Gods
The gods had harbored their message
The thunder of languid and lewd tongues
In a whisper surging inside my bones
In frothing rolls of vapid vitality
Paving the lulled clouds of safety
And there were rivers in opposite directions
Razing each other's fluent currents
In the midst of the havoc was the turbulence
Heralding the parceled profanity of the gods
Distracting my assiduous recuperation
In the dancing flames of an upside inferno
In the night's eloquent guise
The god's would drink from my blood
And spit into my somnolent veins
And I would be swathed from within
The unfathomable depths of the viscera
With a febrile engulfment of the soul-
Of the old weary evocative soul-
Dies in a single graze of the petulant
Tongues of the puissant gods
Condemning, castigating, and castrating
The threads of a flaccid dreaming
The pockmarks of a lifeline,
The jaded claimant nirvana,
The fabled titivations of the languid sun,
The affable frescoes of psychesthenia -
Would all twaddle in a tongue's skirmish
Against the parsimonious invitation
Of heaven, Olympus, or reincarnation,
For the silence of your coiled tongue, dear Emily,
Holds the girdle of idyllic effulgence
That the gods never had for themselves
Thus, can never bestow upon me.
poem by Norman Santos
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Savor Truth
Part readily the skin
and readily the pulp
and readily the tongues
wild apples bore,
eviscerate the cores
and watermelon spit
the pits they
cannot swallow.
Do this before
you let the tongues
wild lemons bore
find no cores
and you will
savor truth
unlike so many now
still gnawing
poem by Donal Mahoney
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