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Grandma means so much more then what it says in the dictionary.
It should say wise, intelligent, strong women.
Amazing, loving, and very kind hearted women.
The go to girl in times of trouble, get great advise, and just vent for hours.
She will be proud of you as long as you try your best, and she will tell you what direction to go when you fall on you ass.
My grandma is the best, the best in the world. Ill love her forever, then a little more.
I just want to say thank you for all that you have done.
I have loved every part of it. even though sometimes I was wrong.
Happy mothers day, Mamaw.
We need a grandmas day too, so the entire day can be just about you.
I hope you have a good day, full of smiles and happiness.
I Love You, Mamaw and You Are The Bestest.
WOMEN ARE EVIL - men ARE stupid
Women are evil, men are stupid
when it comes to affairs of the heart, the arrow of cupid
It's sometimes a game that a broken love plays
so clever these women creating such disarray
Men go in like idiots, hook line and sinker
not seeing clearly hidden by blinkers
whilst being ridden, women take men for a ride
there is almost always something sinister lurking inside
To manipulate, all they do is spread legs,for in truth men are just dumb ****s
all they think of is shooting their muck
so to summarize the last statement so easy to control
such a fixation men have on that sweet juicy hole
A nine month period a baby after this
a time when women can truly take the piss
i know men can be such bastards but in short women have the evil last laugh
they will hurt you so easily with there vengeful wrath
From restrictions on kids, to doing your best mate
as i said, just opening legs men just take the bait
yes there are enlightened ones like myself, who recognize this
still with my kid a women controls me and takes the piss
Men are from Mars, women are from Venus
wouldn't it be funny if i was a women with a *****
just to clarify so you understand
i could have an evil intention coupled with a stupid plan
If i had the mind, genetics and equipment equal from each sex
i could get ****ed,**** also cry from cruel texts
i could start a campaign to change how both parties can be
i'd be the one to set both men and women free
Okay there would still in the future be a few underground freaks
would have the evil, stupid thing going on, not taking in my speech
but it's just my thoughts, this will obviously never be
one can only dream, loose oneself in a fantasy
For those who hear my words, take in all that i write
men will always be stupid they will never see the light
so women can continue being evil playing their evil game
today, tomorrow, the future will always be the same
For while women have a pussy, a sweet juicy hole
that will always be the ticket to gain easy control
its like dangling a carrot on a string in front of a donkey
they are the organ grinders we are the monkeys
Men are dominant and strong, women are subservient and weak
whosoever made this bold and silly statement, let the ****ers speak
men are stupid, women are evil and clever
to be honest i see no change, it will be this way forever
Poem by Paul Powell 20/06/08
Refreshing feel of identifying with music in my life,
The mother’s voice still echoes sweet in all life’s strife’s.
She taught me to walk, run, dance and sing,
My mother still stands strong in love and vigor in my life.
Kindergarten, the start of knowledge in life,
Where Mini, Lakshmy, Susan, Shoba and Meera,
Still shines as star's in my day- to-day life,
Keeping those memories and blooming together.
School days, are times that stays vivid in mind,
Friends that evoked passions of love still impress,
Susan Bindu, Jaya, Brinda, and Manju remained firm,
Even when life made new meanings,connections endured.
College saw, mixed platter, though women who stayed in unit
More in day- to-day life in Bindu, Geeta, Asha, Raji and Vinith,
Patterns of Lost love, admiration's, hero worship,list stands long,
However, for me it was a distressing lullaby of hearts .
Life showed me, women stand strong above all
As I carry endless power of strength, mind and heart,
when I finds myself and knows where I remain in life!
So I stand tall and represent myself as women.
Love never lost its footprints along the line,
I am a woman in Love,being loved and cherished
I knows deep in my heart that i am contend,
Hearts grew deep in love, known love and in Love.
I knew it right from the start, a moms heart
Holding my finger tight, I cradle you in my arms
Your smile and showed all your charms.
Heavens showered me the "Mom', role in prologue.
You send bolts through my skin
something I was never to
accomplish with you, when I
saw you it's like my heart sank
to my stomach and I was in
shock my body still my body
heavy felt like when I moved I
was about to fall to my knees
you make me want to get
inside my brain pick you up and
take you out pick you one by
one like a flower because I do
love you and love you not.
Come join the three for another cheap, meaningless day in their lives
They consider themselves to be hip, part of the same sex marriage, Burly the
husband, Flo and Mary the wives
Their day always starts at the breakfast table bashing the males that exist
They wish the males could be on the endangered species list
Sometimes things change among the three, as the estrogen level rises in Burly
Once a month, she wants to be a wife and act very girly
As for Mary and Flo, they think Oprah is hot
Burly thinks Rosie O'Donnell has the goodies she so much has sought
They sip their Busch Beer out of Nascar Coozies
There is no more room for anymore women within the circle of The Three
From their point of view, all men should be women's slaves
Burly has a strong scent of Old Spice after shave
They love watching domineering women type movies
The popcorn is shared by all Three Floozies
They go out to only all girls clubs
They cheer on the under dogs, their favorite one is the Chicago Cubs
Their closets are full of clothes by Dickies
They leave each other love notes on little stickies
Mary likes champagne on a store brand soda budget
Flo likes Butterbeans with cumin to make them smell pungent
Burly likes Pickled Eggs and sardines
Burly's favorite movie line is In space no one can hear you scream
Flo's favorite movie line is Go ahead, make my day
Mary's favorite movie line is My name is Chucky, do you wanna play?
Burly dreams of one day wrestlin' steers
Mary is concerned that Burly one day will leave, that's her worst fear
Flo watches the WWE, she is such a loyal fan
Burly uses her forehead to smash empty beer cans
None of you are mothers, so on your peanut butter selection, quit being choosy
Mary, Flo and Burly are today's Three Floozies
Women of worth and
do not see great men as
Men of might and
do not see weak women as
Men who say all women
must have fallen into self-
Women can be your
abusing them could make
Those who say all men are
should bow their heads in
It show they are making a
that is causing them
when you lose sight of what really counts
its easy to focus on only whats shallow
am i too fat is my nose too big
do i walk or talk weird whats wrong with me
when we forget the depth that is here in this world
and focus on things that are just absurd
so maybe im not a supermodel and my bums a tad on the thick side
and maybe im no a genius thats getting a scholorship on my side
but does that mean im nothing that i dont count
this world is getting sickening count me OUT
im ashamed of myself for even thinking like this
and obsessing to tears over shallow petty shit
i am praying that god hears my pleas for help
because i cant conquer this all by myself
i used to not care didnt care at all
but like any other i rise and fall
i am of the opinion that your body is a shell
and youll leave it behind when you go to heaven or hell
it will rot in the ground and count for nothing
and when i meet my maker he wont care how big my bum is
some women ONLY care about their looks and they dont get it
they dont see the big picture
and i fear theyll regret it
and other women dont care even at all
about their looks because their depth is so massive and raw
but then theres me in the middle with so much depth and spirituality
why do i waste time wondering what are all the things wrong with me
im sick of crying over it ive done it for too long
im sick of getting angry when i cant crawl out of my bod
its a thought that i had reguarding a cacoon
like how catapielers go into them and out comes a butterfly zoom
if i could just crawl out my mouth my soul free for just a moment
and be allowed to have a different shell to live and own it
i wonder what its like to feel just for a second
not arrogance but a sweet compliment from someone who MEANT IT
my desperate pleas go out to you and anyone else who will listen
i hate my body im sick of my face and my voice is just ridiculous
so lets just drop it in the ocean let it sail away
cuz me im going to better places where i dont have to cry all day
where i know that my body is just a little shell a vehicle if you will
its our car or truck or limo or bus to use while we use our free will
and ive always said when you go you don't take your money your lambergini
or your watch expensive jewlery its all staying beind
and you should think about what YOUR world is while im trying desperatley to fix mine
I pack rhymes and squeeze lines like I got a big de-luggage
I eat burgers and beg them elders like I’m some piece of de-garbage
I eat snacks with de-sanguages and flow lyrics with de-language
I eat de-lays while chasing chickens like women need to be de-laid
I de-lay verses when writing poems like I’m so de-educated
I de-language metaphors like Saddam Hussein being decapitated
I de-compose verses & sooth poetic souls like criminals renouncing de-fraud
I consult with presidents and confuse deputies like I’m some de-vice
I complete de-forms and design signatures like Bill Gates on debates
I trail de-tails like polices dogs sniffing cracks of different de-scents
I de-fuse nuclear bombs & threaten twin towers like September de-eleven
I’m precise when closing arguments like women screaming de-fine
I deviate from impurities like preachers praising the Lord’s good news
I flow sicker than poets when writing poems like drug disorders
I de-frost tension when aggressively speaking like a deep freeze on degrees
As a woman in her time odd or good in a man
She needy a complex
Of me but not crook
Which colors of all flowers creatively I contain
Flowers tranquilly lure that scents what she trace
So immense the honey then she holds in lips and the heart so deep sweet
Mostly I should be her man
As she dream
Caring and kindle
As a wisdom of ancient told me
To make her blossom
At the peak of hue grace
No niggle as a sister man
But be sweet
Talk to the soul
Don’t be timber
Her feeling talks
Through the eyes of her
And words make some time illusions
If u like the sea
Then woman’s secret
Hidden in deep to see
Don’t embrace the sea
If u don’t have the will
And Listen as the waves pass roar
Only if u have the courage
And the passion to see
Seek the spring through her winter waiting you to shine
reveal the beauty deepen
Sleeping in her soul go in dare
So you win the pearl gift man
Out of bottom of sea
har jamane m hua h....jamane se chala h....
naa ruka h...naa thama h.....
bs chlta hi gya h......
hamesha hume bs tiraskar mila h.....
jamane se chala h...chlta hi gaya h....
na ruki m kabhi ...na thami m kabhi.....
bs samay ki aandhi....mujhe thmna hi pada h...
fariyad hi sahi......mera rona hi sahi....
na boli m kuch.....na kisi ne suna h...
sadiyo se hua h.....chlta hi gya h...
jamane se chala h...chlta hi chla h..
kyu pehchane na mujhe...koi jane na mujhe...
bs jo bhi mila h.....bs jalsa hi mila h...