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Whose World Is It Anyway - Part II
Men, we are Gods tortured souls
Women, the source of the scouge of our desire
We do not care if on our death
Were tossed into hells fire
For those who’ve braved a womans wrath
Know the Devil is a Doddle
And to the scorching flames he
Will quite happily toddle1
The bins are out, but at the wrong time
And we haven’t done the dishes
But those that do are scorned as fools
Or wimps, but for us to do it she wishes....’
We’ve to be men and be macho:
Show our feminine side and cry -
But do that in front of family or friends
And the lady wishes she would die!
Answer her bum DOES look big in that
Shell through a tantrum and huff
Lie and tell her shes lovely...
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My Venus, For Your Love, I Cast a Spell
I shall to my hand a candle fetch
Candle small of plainness, of pure white
I as a lover, a fool, a wretch
Shall place it, and with match will light
And bring forth an Aisling of you
Coming to me as I desire
I shall watch it, as candles do
Burn by wick to base with the fire
Having nothing of yours as mine
I shall your image, and mine too
Remembering desires thine
Horses image so loved by you
I shall watch the candle burn to base
Accept the love I get with grace
::: Aisling - gaelic for vision, imagining
::: Poem based on a folk spell for a man
to bring a woman he desires to him, get
a white candle, an object of image of them
both, and an obejct or image of something
the one desired liked. Candle was to be
burned, watched by the desirer, who brings
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I As Solomon, Seek My Shulem Maiden
Where art thou gone, maiden fair
That I as mine desired to be
But I was as the army last time we met
And fair as the moon, you looked at me
Before leaving, and I you departing saw
Went down the garden of life, where planted in my heart
To see what had bloomed, were they as I thought they'd be
While those chariots of Amminadib brought us apart
I stayed when I was, who had not traveled
Though I have since stood on a Shulem Isle
So near and yet so far from thee
As I remember a blossoming smile
Oh, sing an elegy for Cupid shot down
By a passing anger, and an armies frown!
::: Based on song of Solomon, Chapter 6.
::: As the army, wicket humoured, angry, in destructive mood
::: Chariots of Amminadib are legendry fast chariots.
::: Shulem, Solomon's desired was from Shulem, hence her land.
::: Shulem Isle, an island off of her land, ie Sardinia.
Of her I dreamed, upon awaking
I found myself again alone
I was no king, for love forsaking
My kingdom and my throne.
She was no Wallace Simpson
No, she was both pure and good
The loss is mine, she now is gone
Like the waters of the Flood
By her I was swept away
And found I could not swim
And so in emotions unexpressed I drowned
And I find myself today
Thinking back on fleeting whim
When in idleness of mind myself I found.
(If Google mangles the translation into Polish and Italian below... sorry!!!)
"O Niej Marzyłem"
O niej marzyłem, po przebudzeniu
Znalazłem się znowu sam
I nie był królem, za porzucenie miłości
Moje królestwo i mój tron.
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After the Valentines season is all over, I once more return to Truml, one of the many sites I post on, too see the feedback that previous posts have generated.
As a lot of the readership on the site are Polish, the accent sometimes on the poetry videos can be hard to understand, and after messages recieved I am now postin lyrics in Polish as translated by Google to try and amend this.
Ill get back to the older posts when I find the origional lyrics typed up on my PC, as Im not doing all that typing again!!!
The poetry scene here is quiet enough at the moment, our writers group has had its second monthly meeting since its relaunch and hopefully we will be able to get a chapbook together towards the end of the year.
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Po sezonie Valentines jest po wszystkim, jeszcze raz powrócić do Truml, jednym z wielu miejsc mogę napisać, zbyt zobaczyć opinie, że poprzednie posty zostały wygenerowane.
Jak dużo czytelników na stronie są polski, akcent niekiedy na wideo poezja może być trudne do zrozumienia, a po wiadomości otrzymał teraz jestem postin teksty w języku polskim jako tłumaczenie przez Google, aby spróbować zmienić to.
Ill wrócić do starszych postów, gdy znajdę origional teksty wpisane na moim komputerze, a nie jestem tego wszystkiego pisać jeszcze raz!
Scena poezja tutaj jest cicho na tyle w tej chwili (...)
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