Every man who is not a monster, mathematician or a mad philosopher, is the slave of some woman or other.
quote by George Eliot
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I Am a Monster
I am not a man or a hero
I am a villain a monster
I am the darkness in the shadow
I am what is left in the mass after
You are no woman you're no angel
You are a slave you are a demon
You are the silence in the shell
You are the dusk creeping into the evenin'
I am a man and a hero to you
I am no villain no monstrosity
I am the lie that defines the truth
I am the strongest viscosity
You are a woman an angel to me
You are no slave no devil
You are the whisper coming from the sea
You are the crest on the highest hill
poem by Ethan Wilson
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A mathematician is a person who can find analogies between theorems; a better mathematician is one who can see analogies between proofs and the best mathematician can notice analogies between theories.
quote by Stefan Banach
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My Love, My Darling, My Lady, My Wife
i count the years with you
ten fingers and two toes
i have become well rounded:
not just a mathematician
not just a philosopher
i have become a poet as well:
feeling short of the numbers
explaining the reason for my being
and writing the saddest poems ever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Want A Monster To Be My Friend
Some kids just love
To play with dolls
Or put on funny hats
And some make pets
Of birds and fish
And dogs and
Alley cats
That's not the way
I like to play
I'm tired of all these
I need a very
Special friend
Won't you
Help me please?
I want a monster
To be my playmate
I want a monster
To be my friend
I want to get
For my own pet
A real live monster
Who's not pretend
Oh, I want a monster
To be my playmate
We'd soon become
Good friends because
Although they're hairy
And sometimes scary
They have such soft
And furry paws
If I make friends with
A friendly monster
I'd be the best that a
friend could be
I'd let him do
Whatever he wants to
And he'd always
Belong to me
So, if you know a
Nice old monster
If you've a monster
To recommend
Ooh, golly gee
Please send him to me
I just can't wait
Until then!
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
Send me my monster
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
Send my monster
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
To be my friend!
Oh please
Send my monster
Does anybody have
A monster out there
I'll take a
Secondhand monster
He doesn't have
To be new
song performed by by En Vogue
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Death
I see the monster wake up with rage
and we feed
our enemies to it.
Bullets and bombs and guns
answer its call
and even some of us fall under its spell.
The monster blows fire
and havoc and shock everywhere
and some wounded beg for it to come.
The innocent suffer the most
and hope for it to pass by
and I hear woman and babies cry.
I do not die,
but that monster kills something
deep in me
and I will never be free
from the impact
that the monster’s tracts leave.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Ch 01 Manner Of Kings Story 07
A padshah was in the same boat with a Persian slave who had never
before been at sea and experienced the inconvenience of a vessel. He
began to cry and to tremble to such a degree that he could not be
pacified by kindness, so that at last the king became displeased as
the matter could not be remedied. In that boat there happened to be
a philosopher, who said: 'With thy permission I shall quiet him.'
The padshah replied: 'It will be a great favour.' The philosopher
ordered the slave to be thrown into the water so that he swallowed
some of it, whereon be was caught and pulled by his hair to the
boat, to the stern of which he clung with both his hands. Then he
sat down in a corner and became quiet. This appeared strange to the
king who knew not what wisdom there was in the proceeding and asked
for it. The philosopher replied: 'Before he had tasted the calamity of
being drowned, he knew not the safety of the boat; thus also a man
does not appreciate the value of immunity from a misfortune until it
has befallen him.'
O thou full man, barley-bread pleases thee not.
She is my sweetheart who appears ugly to thee.
To the huris of paradise purgatory seems hell.
Ask the denizens of hell. To them purgatory is paradise.
There is a difference between him whose friend is in his arms
And him whose eyes of expectation are upon the door.
Slave
(carly simon/jacob brackman)
Listening for your footsteps
Just waiting like a fool
Burning with a fever
Only you can cool
The clock beside my pillow
Has ticked away the night
Like a heartbeat mocking me
Until the light
Gotta stop these thoughts about you
Gotta learn to live without you
Gotta find some freedom for this weary slave
cause Im hungry for you
And Im longing for you
And Im burning for you
I worship your opinions
I imitate your ways
I try to make you grace me
With a word of praise
However much I tell myself
That Im strong and free and brave
Im just another woman
Raised to be a slave
Slave, nothing but a slave
Mind of a slave
Body of a slave
I find I gave away the soul
That I wanted you to save
Im just another woman
Raised to be a slave
Hungry for you
And longing for you
Burning for you
And Im longing for you
Burning for you
And Im yearning for you
Longing for you
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Slavery is not drudgery.
Virtually I can’t defy
What my little grandson dictates.
I am a slave to him.
Willingly I can’t disobey
What the woman of my love wants.
I am a slave to her.
Slavery is not at all drudgery.
Being a slave is exuberant.
07.03.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pillow Monster Magically Transforms
Pillow Monster magically gets so big
he has magical powers, he never worked out in the gym.
Pillow Monster now has sweet memories,
memories of the Krendoll characters so sweet.
Pillow Monster can't figure out why he feels so happy inside,
he now has a colorful outfit with a bigger tie,
Pillow Monster is so happy he has a new magical life.
Transformed Pillow Monster is what the neighbors think,
they see Pillow Monster so happy to be alive,
Pillow Monster is so happy for he can't deny,
Pillow Monster gets so big, tears came to his eyes.
Pillow Monster gets bigger and bigger; but he makes it outside
Outside to see the sunshine, he is no longer inside.
Then it rains and makes a lot of mud,
Pillow Monster doesn't mind if he gets stuck.
Stuck in the mud goes Pillow Monster Toe,
then his friend Hamburger Helper Hand—
helps him because he understands
how excited Pillow Monster is to get so Big…
big like the biggest Pillow Monster that had magically grown,
Magical like Pinocchio's very Long nose.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Pillow Monster Magically Transforms
Pillow Monster magically gets so big
he has magical powers, he never worked out in the gym.
Pillow Monster now has sweet memories,
memories of the Krendoll characters so sweet.
Pillow Monster can't figure out why he feels so happy inside,
he now has a colorful outfit with a bigger tie,
Pillow Monster is so happy he has a new magical life.
Transformed Pillow Monster is what the neighbors think,
they see Pillow Monster so happy to be alive,
Pillow Monster is so happy for he can't deny,
Pillow Monster gets so big, tears came to his eyes.
Pillow Monster gets bigger and bigger; but he makes it outside
Outside to see the sunshine, he is no longer inside.
Then it rains and makes a lot of mud,
Pillow Monster doesn't mind if he gets stuck.
Stuck in the mud goes Pillow Monster Toe,
then his friend Hamburger Helper Hand—
helps him because he understands…
how excited Pillow Monster is to get so Big…
big like the biggest Pillow Monster that had magically grown,
Magical like Pinocchio's very Long nose.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Monster Mash
I was working in the lab
And light one night
When my eyes beheld
An eerie sight
When my monster from his slab
Began to rise
And suddenly
To my surprise
He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
Its called the monster mash
The laboratory in the castle eaves
And the master bedroom where the vampire sleeps
The girls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
Its called the monster mash
Zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included wolfman
Dracula and his little baby boy
The scene was rocking
All the digging sounds
Igor unchained ? ? ? ?
The coffin bangers were about to arrive
With a local group the beach boy five
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
Its called the monster mash
Mmmm, what luck girl in the audience
Would care to dance with igor?
The monster mash is so ghoul
Muah ha ha ha
Muah ha ha ha
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Oh Woman
My whole life rides on the mood of my lady
Her ups and downs are turning my life around
Shes happy today, its like a breath of new life
But tomorrow her sorrow will tear me down.
Slowly, oh slowly I can tell that she needs me
It shows right through the walls shes built around herself
Oh higher, oh higher Im climbing in her eyes
Its a servant she wants but a man she must have.
Oh, oh woman I need you like I never needed anyone
Oh, oh woman like the morning needs the sun
Oh, oh woman you know that our lives have just begun
Ill behave, oh woman, cause Im your slave.
Oh, two lives in tune, its a delicate balance to keep
Well stand together but never too near
Oh, hold me close but dont you smother me
Ill speak of my love but only for you to hear.
Oh, oh woman I need you like I never needed anyone
Oh, oh woman like the morning needs the sun
Oh, oh woman you know that our lives have just begun
Ill behave, oh woman, cause Im your slave.
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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Woman Is The Nigger Of The World
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is, think about it.
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Think about it, do something about it.
We make her paint her face and dance,
If she wont be a slave and say that she dont love us.
If shes real, we say shes tryin to be a man,
While puttin her down we pretend that shes above us.
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Woman is the slave of the slaves,
Oh yeah, better scream about it, yeah!
We make her bear and raise our children,
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen.
We tell her home is the only place she should be,
Then we complain that shes too unworldly to be our friend.
Oh, woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Oh, woman is the slave to the slave,
Yeah, all right.
Hit it!
We insult her evry day on tv,
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence.
When shes young, we kill her will to be free,
While tellin her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb.
Oh well, woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Woman is the slave to the slaves,
Yes, she is,
If you believe, wed better scream about it!
Uh, uh, uh, hey, hey.
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Woman Is The Nigger Of The World
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is, think about it.
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Think about it, do something about it.
We make her paint her face and dance,
If she wont be a slave and say that she dont love us.
If shes real, we say shes tryin to be a man,
While puttin her down we pretend that shes above us.
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Woman is the slave of the slaves,
Oh yeah, better scream about it, yeah!
We make her bear and raise our children,
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen.
We tell her home is the only place she should be,
Then we complain that shes too unworldly to be our friend.
Oh, woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Oh, woman is the slave to the slave,
Yeah, all right.
Hit it!
We insult her evry day on tv,
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence.
When shes young, we kill her will to be free,
While tellin her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb.
Oh well, woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Woman is the slave to the slaves,
Yes, she is,
If you believe, wed better scream about it!
Uh, uh, uh, hey, hey.
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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In The Labelling
labeling is an art form
a breathing for every breath taken away
a laxative for every comprehension constipated
demanding bite-sized of big-picture menacing
stamping caricature on white canvas uncertain.
pointing the whore out of a lover,
the hedonist out of a masochist,
the lunatic out of a genius,
the slave out of a businessman,
the monster out of a patriot.
apparently.
when persona riddles appropriated
for an unburdening from cloak obscure
through blindness claiming sight restored
playing pretend out of blows low
labeling is an art form.
pointing to the fatherless in a whore,
to the malady in a hedonist,
to the awareness in a lunatic,
to the repression in a slave
to the victim in a monster.
apparently.
so this we ought to know:
we are artists.
poem by Chris Jelens
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Woman Is The Nigger Of The World
Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes she is...think about it
Woman is the nigger of the world
Think about it...do something about it
We make her paint her face and dance
If she wont be a slave, we say that she dont love us
If shes real, we say shes trying to be a man
While putting her down, we pretend that shes above us
Woman is the nigger of the world...yes she is
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with
Woman is the slave of the slaves
Ah, yeah...better scream about it
We make her bear and raise our children
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen
We tell her home is the only place she should be
Then we complain that shes too unworldly to be our friend
Woman is the nigger of the world...yes she is
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with
Woman is the slave to the slaves
Yeah...alright...hit it!
We insult her every day on tv
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence
When shes young we kill her will to be free
While telling her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb
Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes she is...if you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with
Woman is the slave to the slaves
Yes she is...if you believe me, you better scream about it
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
song performed by by Lennon John
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Green Eyed Monster
I met my Green eyed monster
while out the other night.
I thought I'd seen my husband
holding another woman to him tight!
I rushed on over to confront him
but when I got close to see
It was just my Green eyed monster
showing me things to trouble me.
The man and women glared at me
as if to say, 'What's Up? '
Embarassed that I even thought that he
could have ever done of such.
I rushed on home to my surprise
stood my husband to greet me at the door.
I never want to see that Green Eyed monster
In my minds eye evermore!
poem by Linda Winchell
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I think my favorite monster movie is 'Gone With the Wind', because it has that ear monster and that big-dress monster.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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God Made The Women
God made the women
So she would clean after the kids
And her husband
God made the woman to be the slave of her husband
And that is the right thing that God did
By making the woman to be the slave of her husband
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Chauvinist
I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat
Or squeeze, and then to tease her if it’s eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined –
And tho’ our needs are varied, girls, they’re all perverse of mind!
Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
‘Please! ’ we beg her, ‘bend and bare! ’ But we can only hope!
I’m sure by now you get the picture – like a rule of thumb –
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
My dreams are of a
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
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woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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