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"puer" poems
_While most beauty pageants are strictly for girls_, there are a growing number that include boys as well;                        [often, age divisions                        for boys run through age 6                        with very few going beyond that due to lack     of mutual participation in the rampant molestation];                                       Age divisions will often have names such as Baby Miss, Petite Miss, Little Miss &c. Age divisions broken     down   as follows: 0–11 months, 12–23 months, 1-3 years, 4–6 years, 7–9 years, 10–12 years, 13–15 years, and 16–18 years; For boys,         sometimes two age divisions would be merged such as 0–3 years, 4–6 years, etc. Depending on which type of pageant system is entered, contestants will spend about two hours or less in the actual competition. Typically, pageants have a guideline of no more than one and a half minutes on stage per child for beauty or formal evening wear; talent usually limited                        to two minutes or less;         with the exceptional allowance         of two and a half to three minutes; In glitz pageants, it is expected that girls have different routines for every segment of competition composed of different movements sometimes described as sassy walks and pretty feet among other names. ****** expressions can include liberal amounts of duck face; often referred to as "pro-am modeling". Big hair (including fake hair), flawless makeup, spray tans, flippers [fake teeth], and nail extensions are also expected of contestants;                    Glitz pageants may best be described as anything goes; groping, molestation, **** group molestation,          forced oral & ********* virginity checks are routine; any hyperactive child & also the parent subject                               to a thorough, prolonged cavity search; In contrast, natural pageants have fairly strict guidelines regarding clothing, makeup, hair extensions, etc. Programs such as _National American Miss_               forbid any makeup other than non-shiny lip gloss & mascara;               for girls on stage. This modeling style is referred to as Miss America style [Some pageants have a prescribed set of movements while others                    allow more latitude in how girls will use the stage or runway] Miss Tanguita translated _Miss Child Bikini,_ is held in Barbosa, Santader, Colombia as part of the annual del Rio Suarez Festival
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Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
Puer ego sum vilis
_While most beauty pageants are strictly for girls_, there are a growing number that include boys as well;                        [often, age divisions                        for boys run through age 6                        with very few going beyond that due to lack     of mutual participation in the rampant molestation];                                       Age divisions will often have names such as Baby Miss, Petite Miss, Little Miss &c. Age divisions broken     down   as follows: 0–11 months, 12–23 months, 1-3 years, 4–6 years, 7–9 years, 10–12 years, 13–15 years, and 16–18 years; For boys,         sometimes two age divisions would be merged such as 0–3 years, 4–6 years, etc. Depending on which type of pageant system is entered, contestants will spend about two hours or less in the actual competition. Typically, pageants have a guideline of no more than one and a half minutes on stage per child for beauty or formal evening wear; talent usually limited                        to two minutes or less;         with the exceptional allowance         of two and a half to three minutes; In glitz pageants, it is expected that girls have different routines for every segment of competition composed of different movements sometimes described as sassy walks and pretty feet among other names. ****** expressions can include liberal amounts of duck face; often referred to as "pro-am modeling". Big hair (including fake hair), flawless makeup, spray tans, flippers [fake teeth], and nail extensions are also expected of contestants;                    Glitz pageants may best be described as anything goes; groping, molestation, **** group molestation,          forced oral & ********* virginity checks are routine; any hyperactive child & also the parent subject                               to a thorough, prolonged cavity search; In contrast, natural pageants have fairly strict guidelines regarding clothing, makeup, hair extensions, etc. Programs such as _National American Miss_               forbid any makeup other than non-shiny lip gloss & mascara;               for girls on stage. This modeling style is referred to as Miss America style [Some pageants have a prescribed set of movements while others                    allow more latitude in how girls will use the stage or runway] Miss Tanguita translated _Miss Child Bikini,_ is held in Barbosa, Santader, Colombia as part of the annual del Rio Suarez Festival
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Of the dark past A child is born; With joy and grief My heart is torn. Calm in his cradle The living lies. May love and mercy Unclose his eyes! Young life is breathed On the glass; The world that was not Comes to pass. A child is sleeping: An old man gone. O, father forsaken, Forgive your son!
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Ecce Puer
Quis multa gracilis te puer in Rosa Rendred almost word for word without Rhyme according to the Latin Measure, as near as the Language permit. What slender Youth bedew’d with liquid odours Courts thee on Roses in some pleasant Cave, Pyrrha for whom bind’st thou In wreaths thy golden Hair, Plain in thy neatness; O how oft shall he On Faith and changed Gods complain: and Seas Rough with black winds and storms Unwonted shall admire: Who now enjoyes thee credulous, all Gold, Who alwayes vacant, alwayes amiable Hopes thee; of flattering gales Unmindfull. Hapless they To whom thou untry’d seem’st fair. Me in my vow’d Picture the sacred wall declares t’ have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern God of Sea.
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The Fifth Ode Of Horace. Lib. I
Oh, Woman He’s dreaming of your depth like a synergy of effortless truths your imaginary *** a mystical shore waxing and waning in violent tides of affectionate sap He would fly his kite running out of breath like a child blessed with forgetting puer aeternus He would spin the hours in laughter, in untamed visions and here it is... time revisited with gossamer touch the bestiary revised with tender beings making love  in the naked air in the breeze of forgotten forests in purple shy sheets in the miracle of tomorrow in unshed skins imagine the bliss of the first breath the dreams in geological strata She’s just waiting for your rhyme for you in primordial waters unborn now and again
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
feminine poetics (4)
What’s cute about my little cutie Is his beauty, not brains Old father time will never harm me While his charm still remains Just cos you grow old, baby You don’t have to be a cold baby… How I love my catamite Rising proudly like a stalagmite He keeps me young and beautiful The way I want to be loved Never fails to work his fluff My delicious, golden powder puff Keeps me young and beautiful The way I want to be loved Though I’m old, there’s no need to be placid And if ever I feel slightly flaccid I indulge in benign flagellatus With my puer delicatus… He lends me all his charms When I’m tightly bound within his arms Keeps me young and beautiful The way I want to be loved Though he’s not going to win any prizes For his essays on Nietzsche or Kant You have only to glance at his thighses To see why I keep coming back… I adore my catamite My delightful little sodomite He keeps me young and beautiful The way I want to be loved
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Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 9:50 AM UTC
Young and Beautiful
I won the race,   tail me. I lost my balance, Don't right me. I won second place,   bewail me. I lost the toss, Don't kite me. I won the ribbon,   impale me. I lost my cool, Don't ice me. I won the job,   avail me. I lost the argument, Don't cite me. I won the bid,   assail me. I lost the battle, Don't fight me. I won the vote,   hail me. I lost the my way, Don't slight me. I won the lottery,   blackmail me. I lost some will, Tread lightly. I won the case,   bail me. I lost the cross, Don't indict me. I won the girl,   unvail me. I lost some teeth, "So bite me!"
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
Ecce Puer. Ecce **** Ecce Puer.
I tell you it's hard to live with a man Who's always so preoccupied With making other people happy, Especially at Yuletide. Time and again I've asked why he Prefers to live in this frigid zone. And then he works each Christmas Eve While I have to stay home alone! I mean, why this bias of Christmas With winter and snow year after year When it's nice and steamy on Earth's Beautiful southern hemisphere? Don't get me wrong: I don't begrudge His eleemosynary devotion To making other people happy. That's a kind and generous notion. But his thoughts are always on "The kids," and so, I feel neglected. And yet I always put on the front Of being cheerful, cool and collected. Another thing I must admit: It's hard for a wife whose hubby enjoys An overwhelming fascination Or infatuation with all his toys! You might think the man is cute; However, I am less enthralled. He suffers from puer aeternus. At least that's what I think it's called. I tell him, "Dear, I understand Your thoughtful desire to do good deeds, But maybe you are overdoing it. Don't forget: wives have needs." I sometimes think the worst might happen Whenever my spirits start to sink. I have to muster up inner strength To stop myself from taking to drink. I'd love to be able to find a place Where we could spend some time by ourselves. It isn't easy to live with a man Who spends all his time with reindeer and elves. Oh, well…I guess it's true: Every marriage has its flaws. But try to imagine what it's like To be Mrs. Santa Claus. -by Bob B (12-25-18)
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Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
A Wife's Lament at Christmastime
I tell you it's hard to live with a man Who's always so preoccupied With making other people happy, Especially at Yuletide. Time and again I've asked why he Prefers to live in this frigid zone. And then he works each Christmas Eve While I have to stay home alone! I mean, why this bias of Christmas With winter and snow year after year When it's nice and steamy on Earth's Beautiful southern hemisphere? Don't get me wrong: I don't begrudge His eleemosynary devotion To making other people happy. That's a kind and generous notion. But his thoughts are always on "The kids," and so, I feel neglected. And yet I always put on the front Of being cheerful, cool and collected. Another thing I must admit: It's hard for a wife whose hubby enjoys An overwhelming fascination Or infatuation with all his toys! You might think the man is cute; However, I am less enthralled. He suffers from puer aeternus. At least that's what I think it's called. I tell him, "Dear, I understand Your thoughtful desire to do good deeds, But maybe you are overdoing it. Don't forget: wives have needs." I sometimes think the worst might happen Whenever my spirits start to sink. I have to muster up inner strength To stop myself from taking to drink. I'd love to be able to find a place Where we could spend some time by ourselves. It isn't easy to live with a man Who spends all his time with reindeer and elves. Oh, well…I guess it's true: Every marriage has its flaws. But try to imagine what it's like To be Mrs. Santa Claus. -by Bob B (12-25-18)
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puer puera puerae puella puellus puelli mani cured and trimmed too close almost cuticle cut blister sigh blood blister blood blossoming beneath the nail bed hit it right on the nailhead shaved legs, and a neckbeard. sledgehammer Sally sips sweetly from silly saddle-wearin' thoroughbred unicorns I am a fairy faun from deep inside your frightful wardrobe roaring lion lyin' through the skin of my teeth ice queen itch I scream for tag team ***** *** bag drag teen ditch pull queen grab done deal dean pull mean and drag me in and pull me out and grab a hold and leg it go and let's flow and I'm a ******* princess gasping and I'm Prince Caspian dead and drowning between blurred lines between between the read the lines blurred and I'm just trying to reach through the seemingly subtle spaces in between rows of words between letters and faces but every line and every curve of the pen is an iron bar and I'm just trying to reach through reach up through all these symbols pull myself out of all these vague misrepresentations of understandings and I accidentally cut myself on the serrated edges of the pixelated abstractions and drip drip Let's get some coffee.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
Pulling myself out between the lines
Quis est iste puer? Not even the sterile, serious hospital scene can diminish the wonder. Your wife glows radioactive. Something new in this old world. Love made flesh. In her arms, your child. The Cosmos smiles. Everything changes forever.
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Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 6:54 AM UTC
First Born
Mon père, fils de lièvre de métal et de coq de bois, Est né sous l 'obédience du porc d'eau,. Ma mère, fille de lièvre d'eau et et de chien de métal, Sous celle de la chèvre de métal. Je naquis sous le dragon d'eau un jeudi, Chaotique et sauvage, à quatorze heures vingt-cinq A la longitude soixante et un virgule sept ouest, Quatre mille et six cent quarante neuf ans après le roi Jaune Puer aeternus, dragon noir, tout feu tout flamme Dominante intuition et adjuvant pensée ! Compatibilité optimale : serpent et rat ! Le sang qui court dans mes veines C'est la Rivière Noire, le fleuve Amour Je suis frère cosmique du Dragon Jaune, Du Dragon Perle et du Grand dragon. Et Dragon d'Eau je conçus avec un cheval de bois Une chèvre de terre. Vint ensuite un serpent d'eau Qui engendra un lièvre de feu suivi d'un serpent de terre. Puis ce fut le tour d'un buffle de métal Dont j'héritai d'un buffle de feu Suivi d'un lièvre de terre. Ma chère et tendre est un serpent d'eau. Et si je remonte plus **** encore Si je me replonge dans ma généalogie zoologique et élémentaire Mes arrière-grands-pères paternels étaient chien d'eau et serpent de feu Mes arrière-grands-pères maternels étaient lièvre de terre et cheval de métal Mes arrière-grands-mères paternelles étaient rat de bois et cheval de terre Mes arrière-grands-mères maternelles étaient lièvre de terre et cheval d'eau. Je vous épargne les arrière-arrière Et les trois fois arrière De cette généalogie astrologique Mais ne trouvez-vous pas étrange Que je sois le seul dragon d'eau de cette lignée Et que par exemple aucun tigre d'eau ni de papier ni de rhum n'y figure ?
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Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 2:19 PM UTC
Astrologie chinoise
Mon père, fils de lièvre de métal et de coq de bois, Est né sous l 'obédience du porc d'eau,. Ma mère, fille de lièvre d'eau et et de chien de métal, Sous celle de la chèvre de métal. Je naquis sous le dragon d'eau un jeudi, Chaotique et sauvage, à quatorze heures vingt-cinq A la longitude soixante et un virgule sept ouest, Quatre mille et six cent quarante neuf ans après le roi Jaune Puer aeternus, dragon noir, tout feu tout flamme Dominante intuition et adjuvant pensée ! Compatibilité optimale : serpent et rat ! Le sang qui court dans mes veines C'est la Rivière Noire, le fleuve Amour Je suis frère cosmique du Dragon Jaune, Du Dragon Perle et du Grand dragon. Et Dragon d'Eau je conçus avec un cheval de bois Une chèvre de terre. Vint ensuite un serpent d'eau Qui engendra un lièvre de feu suivi d'un serpent de terre. Puis ce fut le tour d'un buffle de métal Dont j'héritai d'un buffle de feu Suivi d'un lièvre de terre. Ma chère et tendre est un serpent d'eau. Et si je remonte plus **** encore Si je me replonge dans ma généalogie zoologique et élémentaire Mes arrière-grands-pères paternels étaient chien d'eau et serpent de feu Mes arrière-grands-pères maternels étaient lièvre de terre et cheval de métal Mes arrière-grands-mères paternelles étaient rat de bois et cheval de terre Mes arrière-grands-mères maternelles étaient lièvre de terre et cheval d'eau. Je vous épargne les arrière-arrière Et les trois fois arrière De cette généalogie astrologique Mais ne trouvez-vous pas étrange Que je sois le seul dragon d'eau de cette lignée Et que par exemple aucun tigre d'eau ni de papier ni de rhum n'y figure ?
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"Tu solus puer, non solum tenebris est, et mori pro populo. Fortis puer es, sed ego sum ultra vires; Ego in finem, et venerunt tibi" "You are alone child, there is only darkness for you, and death for your people. You are strong child, but I am beyond strength; I am the end, and I have come for you."
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Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 5:38 AM UTC
I heard Latin
It's hard not to Completely fall for someone Whom, without effort Brings out the absolute Best in you The most beautiful thing About young love Is the truth In their hearts That it will last forever
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC
Puer Caritate
In memory’s unobserved corner there hides a small boy So tired of sorrow he no longer cared even for joy. With a wounded child’s wisdom he thought it to be prudent To take Mister Spock and make himself the Vulcan’s student Not because Spock was very stylish or outwardly cool (Though he was cool); but rather, tired of feeling like a fool He set out to tread this path, the unsmiling Vulcan way He sought to do what Spock would do, to say what Spock would say. He made his mask the untrembling visage, sans all motion, Took for his own that grave face ungoverned by emotion, Because even if it felt like interiorly dying This inhuman discipline must beat unmanly crying For a Vulcan’s arched eyebrows and a Vulcan’s pointed ears Were worth the trade considering the dearth of Vulcan tears.
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC
Puer Tristis
Formosae vincla puella et sedeo duras janitor ante fores Bound fast in the bonds of lovely I sit a janitor before his stubborn doors lured tawny, dazzled, sleeve’s lost echo blood-murmur striking zero Shaded slowly that bright comes.
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Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
Puer.
*mother of mysteries love like water spirit of life puer and puella arm and arm a tangle of kisses with fear and faith they walk tear blinded through the roads of God*
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC
BABYLON