Will you RECITE me a nice POEM?

Question

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Answer 1

the name is JACK ACE
everybody makes fun of my FACE
they say it is a freakin' DISGRACE
especially to the ASIAN RACE
I like hanging out in my PLACE
where there are a lot of GAYS


the love of my life is named KOBE
he is such a JORDAN WANNABE
in my eyes he is a BEAUTY
i wish he makes the moves on ME
he has a chiseled BODY
im drooling cuz its so YUMMY
but his appearance is different from ME
cuz i look like a MONKEY

my friends call me DON JACKO
they all think im WACKO
because i behave like a PSYCHO
everyone knows i'm a HOMO
cuz i like sucking a DILDO

Answer 2

The Stone & The Rose
Part I

My, Why, When, the Stone soul awakes, Invulnerable to Feel.
Taught to enclose, declare not, nil wimp, Thoughts of Steel.

Flower pedal blows in the wind, descends to Rest his Shoulder.
Passion quick and willingly, apprehension, the Heart only Colder.

Love not before, knowledge unknown, hasty to assume, Heart Inflexible.
Bloom no fear, wishes to adore, no delay, become Lovable!

So sweet & radiant, ought not to play, charm not Suitable if True.
To endure the earth, storms, uncertain love, If we Grew.

Finest beauty world within, looming, assure abandon and Will Bail.
Pardon me. I frail a bit. Be complete, without error, Never Fail.

Obscured to reason, like granite, avoid, emit nothing, not me a Pebble.
Stone stays frozen and still, sure will he prove when to Settle.

Yet the floral era, evade to blow away, why do I Stay this Way.
Static the time, poison put down, flourish No More, Everyday.

The bud tried with stem and all, unable to root the Hard Stone.
My rose, welted away, never to grow, drying almost To Bone.

The wind picks up, sun shines, and my angel Fly’s so High.
Oh no, it's not the sun, headlights, car's wind as it Goes By.

Rose petal blown away, enticing delusion, future fables, Life Impact.
The Granite begins to crack, and reveals All that Lacked.

Again no more, will stand not sink, My Destiny.
Be pleased, pampered, wishes fulfilled, believe, Trust in Thee Baby.

Question to follow, can Stone achieve and Succeed?
His appreciation and establish his Plea?

Hardened heart, deeply hurt, able to forgive, turn back the Clock?
Vindictive, Hostility, compelling resentment, able to Unlock?

Trusting he can maintain endearing Devotion?
Passion, True Love and Emotion?

Past reprieve can anyone foresee, an opportunity for Liberty.
Time will tell, issues to resolve, then together Hopefully.
^A^

Answer 3

There once was a man from Nantucket....oh wait, a NICE poem, OK.

Tiger,Tiger burning bright
in the forests of the night
what immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Blake

Answer 4

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

Answer 5

Good question. I'm a poet at heart and as one, I will recite you a piece I heard before. I think it would be a perfect one for you:
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got makes me feel so horny
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupy
I've seen them dancin'
The hell with romancin'
She's sweat, wet,
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Baby got back!

Answer 6

To have your warm and gentle kiss
to make sure I am the one you miss.

Think of me your one and only
not another for I am lonely.

Lonely is the word I use to describe myself.
For that is the way I feel when you're not here
but I pretend you are near.

I pretend I hear your voice
Dear God, I am lonely
I have no choice.

I feel your hand stroke my face
then I feel your warm embrace.

There's so much to miss about you
that's why I write this poem about you.

Answer 7

One fine day I grew a third breast.
It was bigger than the rest.
In the middle there it grew, right between the other two.
Twist and turn it tho' I might, it was on there good and tight.
Now my expense account is up because I must buy a triple cup.

Answer 8

This is what youth must figure out:
Girls love, and living.
The having, and not having,
The spending and giving,
And the melancholy time of not knowing.


This is what age must learn about:
The ABC of dying.
The going, yet not going,
The loving and leaving,
And the unbearable knowing and knowing.

E.B. White

Answer 9

Where Would We Be Without Music ?


Without music the world would be empty
For music mirrors the heart and soul of mankind
Its lyrics can be sorrowful or full of joy
To help us deal with loneness; To help us unwind

Have you ever listen to the songbirds ?
Even their notes are cheerful and melodious
They are communicating with one another
And their sounds become harmonious

So it is all about communications
A wonderful way of expression
Sometimes taking a form of digression
Yes, where would we be without music ?


I wrote this in April 2005.

Answer 10

My body lays on on the hard wood floor
waiting for someone to find me once more

but no one cares about my pain
I suffer and have become insane

My broken heart
filled with lies
no one hears
all of my cries

The worries and sorrow
I have no hear
they dont care for me
I will never be that near

So come with me
feel my pain
share with me to help me gain

no one can stop me
maybe somehow
you will see
the pain inside me
actually wants to be set free