A Pretty Woman

I. That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! II. To think men cannot take you, Sweet,

Creed

We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin. We believe everything is OK as long as you don't hurt anyone, to the best of your definition of hurt, and to the best of your knowledge. We believe in sex before during and after marriage. We believe in the therapy of sin. We believe that adultery is fun.

Crush The Rebellion

I am determined to crush the rebellion, Send them packing and back into pavilion, I bring them to sense with high handedness, If need be hang them in public to show hardness, These were the methods practiced by rulers, Single word to be upheld as doctrine or pillars, No one to violate and nothing to question, All in good faith so no question of rejection,

On The Rails

Phew! This department if so unbearably stifling, The whole populace is frantically rifling, Through loads of clothes, hanging up for inspection, Either for your acceptance, or for your rejection, On the rails, At the Sales! The available sizes left, are eight's and eighteen's, In shirts, blouses, jumpers and denim blue jeans, Bra cups in E's and F's and G's.

(001) Thank God I'M An Atheist!

One fine night, in the middle of the day, two atheists knelt down to pray. Hymn books opened upside-down, in Top Hat n Tails, and their dressing gown. The in-verse lyrics from the page, sung happily with joyous rage. Two old friends, first meeting each other, (both my Grandad’s grandson’s sister’s brother.) With sufficient humility, to make them proud,

A Friend Forever, Jesus Christ

Though I am down and bear a frown Because words of sword are always painful And rejection is always sorrowful. My human friends called me names. Words of rejection I earned from them. But thank God, still I stand... Jesus came and saved the day. He removed my sorrows

The Rejection Slip

all would-be poets, take note! proofread that so-called poem you just wrote! those who aspire for more Famous Days please steer clear of these clichés: so what if your heart beats, leaps, bleeds, weeps,

~ G-Sharp Soprano ~

~ G-SHARP SOPRANO ~ Ms. Nivedita UK 18 February 2010 Two World Wars Manhattan Project Third Reich’s gas chamber Pearl Harbor Little Boy Fat Man

Health Hazards

What is happening all around? Nothing seems well and sound, Anarchy, fraud witness and found, All taking we to down ward bound, Health hazard and playing with food, Toxic mixed with milk and served as good, Trees treated with chemicals at root, Yield is more but day time loot,

A Little Girl Lost

Abandoned to sadistic streets, A school room of sullen tears, A little girl lost beneath A blanket of rejection and fears Moves slowly through The lonely night; The effects of drugs Are wearing off… And dawn has no promise

The Rejection

I met him on a summer's day, Lights sparkled in his eyes, I felt that love had come my way, I never once thought that he'd betray My love, I had no thought of 'goodbyes'. He turned my world so upside down, He mesmerised me then, He praised me on my choice of gown, I felt as if he wore a crown,

Rejection's Temptation

Well there she was, the girl I loved, With no one at her side. She smiled and waived as I approached, In shock, I then replied. She said, 'I'm waiting here for you; This is to be your day. ' I said, 'what has become of us For us to meet this way? '

Waste Love

Don't be afraid to turn me down. It never has been free. And I'm prepared to pay the price, The cost of loving thee. Rejections are the common dues, The fees for what I do. Finding souls who I can love, And losing ones like you.

' Few Two Liners '

I’ve known reception I’ve seen rejection I’ve known how life gets reduced to a memory I’ve seen how memory fades I’ve seen how life takes off I’ve known how life slumps I’ve seen how one clings to life

Merciles Beaute

1. CAPTIVITY YOUR eyen two wol slee me sodenly, I may the beaute of hem not sustene, So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene. And but your word wol helen hastily My hertes wounde, whyl that hit is grene, Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly, I may the beaute of hem not sustene.

Ars Poetica

My poetry is a mystery to me also I don't know how I write I feel it isn't any good That I could make a living When it gets published, I can shout On atop of a mountain And I feel confident and full of joy But with one rejection that comes I am falling from that mountain Sometimes, I think I should give up

In The Hands Of The Pitiless

(For unborn brothers and sisters) And, the wind has brought Yet another grievous thought, Thinking of the tiny babe With no proper burial place... Unknown, unnamed Tortured and betrayed... Instead of being a cherished fruit The helpless babe

Rejection

Rejection is pain pure and simple impure and complicated doesn't matter rejection is pain and nobody on earth is exempt from it and I doubt there is any relief from the hurt except the passage of time and the pen in a poet's hand. . .

Gin

The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a guy whose father owned a drug store that sold booze in those ancient, honorable days when we acknowledged the stuff was a drug. Three of us passed the bottle around, each tasting with disbelief. People paid

Spiritual Foes

Denial of You... Can be as subtle as a gentle breeze Covering pile of ungoverned cravings Settling mind restless at bogus ease... Rejection of You... So far-reaching, fiercely creeping Infuriated as tropical cyclone sweeping... Absurd!