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Nip It In The Bud

From the time the lights come on,
And from dusk 'til dawn...
You're giving me the lip!

I don't need the clock to ding-a-dong,
Since my peace is gone.
And in my ear you babble lip.

Why can't you nip it in the bud, baybay.
Why can't you handle it?

Nip it in the bud.

Why can't you take a walk as I lay?
Do whatever it takes!

But don't bother me with it!

I don't need the clock to ding-a-dong,
Since my peace is gone.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nip This In the Bud and Split

Let's take a 'trip' over the border.
And spread our wings quick,
With unlimited ease.
To fly above what others believe...
To soar,
And reach.
And...
Let's take a 'trip' over the border.
And spread our wings quick,
With unlimited ease.
To fly above what others believe...
To soar,
And reach.

You and I out of hiding can be free.
To get rid of any darkness...
Holding onto us to suppress.
And...
You and I can slip from a safety net.
That has us boxed in perceiving,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Boys

You've got to,
Nip some boys from the collar.
Be strong and do not 'hollah'.
If you want your boys to stop,
And...
Rise like men to the top!

Some boys...
Do not know what it is to be a man.
They understand only play plans.

Some boys...
Aren't discipline enough to be thinking men.
No comprehension is within them.

You've got to,
Nip some boys from the collar.
Be strong and do not 'hollah'.
If you want your boys to stop,
And...

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Upwardly MobileBreasts

Upwardly mobile breasts
link together East and West,
occupying cyberspace
to tease, to please, as they unbrace -
spring feeding fantasy oppressed -
that gravity which, second-guessed,
would temper passions. These, apace,
grow, flow with honey, milk, chased chaste.

Man, mammal mammary obsessed,
manhandles, memory manifests
'I' level interest interface_
_sings [t]issues in both good, poor taste,
can't displace attention best
focused elsewhere, soul possessed
by magnet tandem ride, slim waist,

upwardly mobile, undepressed.
D stands for Double bubble laced,
succulence symetric spaced

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Forever Young

What really baffles me?
Is how women of today
Are for ever
Trying to look young

A nip a tuck
A way to smooth out the lines
How can one define?
What God gave to thee?

My mind just boggles
At all the attempts
To look so young
Just to be caught
Behind a false face
Of make believe

I may wear lipstick
Or a foundation at times
But good grief

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poem by Kaila George
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Observations...

Observation is what it means to be a poet,
And the nip held is the key to show it..
Whenever the eyes enable one to write on,
The one slides the pen for the heart to be light on..

The hands can't deny when the eyes see,
They see the nature's amazing beauty..
And the heart does partake in the letters of one..
And the feelings go right till brain says 'WELL DONE'!

Just like the moon's beauty* reflected it..
Beautiful* shook myself off, the beauty deflected it..
And the loneliness* felt in the All-fans Shut..
Tells that the feelings emerge till the Beats are cut..

When the breeze ruffles one's hair
And the rain contributes to the share,
The feelings of observation stimulate the hand..
And the nip does the rest and ovations do stand..

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poem by Abhinit Chute
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Nip It Quick

There is a big difference between,
Seeing a thing for what it is.
To comprehend its meaning and existence.
Than it is,
Trying to avoid it.
By crossing a street.
Climbing a tree.
Or running to escape from it,
By hopping a fence.
To look back to see that it has grown bigger.

Those who make attempts pretending,
What 'is' does not exist.
Eventually find that digging a hole,
To hide from the growing enormity it.
Suffer from consequences they can never repay.

It is always best to be proactive,
No matter who or what.
Becomes offended by the action.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slowly Winter sets in...

It’s the onset of long awaited winter,
There is a slight nip in the air.
I hear the sound of bird’s twitter
Flitting about the trees without a care.

You can let your French windows open,
And draw your drapes apart.
And let the bright rays of the Sun
Stream in and warm your heart.

I feel cosy as I pull my Jaipuri quilt,
And quietly soak in the magical morn
I don’t feel any pangs of guilt,
And take an off with a yawn.

Today I am going to skip all the news,
I decide as I sip my chamomile tea.
And leisurely just enjoy a few
Of the things that make me, me.

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poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Australia's Pride

Now Pat Ahearne, of Ingleburn
Upon the Castlereagh,
Was flush of cash and very "flash"
As shearer-persons say.
At Yankee grab his luck was cool,
At loo he'd lately scooped the pool;
He'd simply smashed the two-up school -
[Assisted by a "grey!"]

And Pat grew then like other men,
His head began to swell;
As he was fly he thought he'd try
The Sydney folks as well.
"Their chances would be mighty slim
Of working any points on him,
When Euchre Bill and Ginger Jim
Had found he was a sell!"

But bushmen's games are not the games
That Sydney spielers play;

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poem by William Thomas Goodge
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The Last of the Narwhale

THE STORY OF AN ARCTIC NIP.

AY, ay, I'll tell you, shipmates,
If you care to hear the tale,
How myself and the royal yard alone
Were left of the old Narwhale.
'A stouter ship was never launched
Of all the Clyde-built whalers;
And forty years of a life at sea
Haven't matched her crowd of sailors.
Picked men they were, all young and strong,
And used to the wildest seas,
From Donegal and the Scottish coast,
And the rugged Hebrides.
Such men as women cling to, mates,
Like ivy round their lives:
And the day we sailed, the quays were lined
With weeping mothers and wives.
They cried and prayed, and we gave 'em a cheer,

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poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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