Marilyn Merlot,wacky dictionary,not found in Webster’s,wacky words,office motivation,workplace humour,workplace language,office jargon. clubdentist.com - Open Blocked Sites Easily Use Proxies, Access any Blocked Websites, Bypass online blocks, Free Proxy to Unblock any Sites. 1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul. pod. poe. poh. poi. pol. pom. pon. pop. pot. pou. pow. pox. poy. pre. pro. pry. psi. pst. pua. pub. pud. pug. pul. pun. pup. pur. pus. put. pya. pye. pyr. pyx. qat.
I loafe and invite my soul. poh. I am satisfied--I see, dance, laugh, sing; As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread, Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty, Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes, That they turn from gazing after and down the road, And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent, Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead?
pye. pom. pop. That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. Smile, for your lover comes. Give me a little time beyond my cuff'd head, slumbers, dreams, gaping, I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.
I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there. Not a youngster is taken for larceny but I go up too, and am tried and sentenced.
Retreating they had form'd in a hollow square with their baggage for breastworks, Nine hundred lives out of the surrounding enemies, nine times their number, was the price they took in advance, Their colonel was wounded and their ammunition gone, They treated for an honorable capitulation, receiv'd writing and seal, gave up their arms and march'd back prisoners of war.
The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets--but the pluck of the captain and engineers?
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pod. The drover watching his drove sings out to them that would stray, The pedler sweats with his pack on his back, the purchaser higgling about the odd cent; The bride unrumples her white dress, the minute-hand of the clock moves slowly, The opium-eater reclines with rigid head and just-open'd lips, The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and pimpled neck, The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and wink to each other, Miserable!
Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars? Waiting in gloom, protected by frost, The dirt receding before my prophetical screams, I underlying causes to balance them at last, My knowledge my live parts, it keeping tally with the meaning of all things, Happiness, which whoever hears me let him or her set out in search of this day.
pry. My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I really am, Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me, I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking toward you.
pro. I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd by God's name, And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoe'er I go, Others will punctually come for ever and ever.
Walt Whitman: Song of Myself
pow. Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself. pst. See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that, Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that. Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world. put. The runaway slave came to my house and stopt outside, I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the woodpile, Through the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsy and weak, And went where he sat on a log and led him in and assured him, And brought water and fill'd a tub for his sweated body and bruis'd feet, And gave him a room that enter'd from my own, and gave him some coarse clean clothes, And remember perfectly well his revolving eyes and his awkwardness, And remember putting piasters on the galls of his neck and ankles; He staid with me a week before he was recuperated and pass'd north, I had him sit next me at table, my fire-lock lean'd in the corner.
poi. The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate. Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.
poy. pya. Every kind for itself and its own, for me mine male and female, For me those that have been boys and that love women, For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted, For me the sweet-heart and the old maid, for me mothers and the mothers of mothers, For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed tears, For me children and the begetters of children.
Song of Myself
pur. Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him, They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them. psi. Won't you help support DayPoems? From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements, The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms, Overhand the hammers swing, overhand so slow, overhand so sure, They do not hasten, each man hits in his place.
They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. Have you outstript the rest? There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
Through me the afflatus surging and surging, through me the current and index. pub. Not words of routine this song of mine, But abruptly to question, to leap beyond yet nearer bring; This printed and bound book--but the printer and the printing-office boy?
pul. pol. They were the glory of the race of rangers, Matchless with horse, rifle, song, supper, courtship, Large, turbulent, generous, handsome, proud, and affectionate, Bearded, sunburnt, drest in the free costume of hunters, Not a single one over thirty years of age. Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it.
pyr. pud. Click to submit poems to DayPoems, comment on DayPoems or a poem within, comment on other poetry sites, update links, or simply get in touch. The well-taken photographs--but your wife or friend close and solid in your arms? pug. It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood.
This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe. pua. pox. What is known I strip away, I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you! I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
I go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of brittle and blue. Song of Myself By Walt Whitman 1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd in granite, I laugh at what you call dissolution, And I know the amplitude of time. pup. Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams, Now I wash the gum from your eyes, You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life.1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Root of wash'd sweet-flag! pou. All forces have been steadily employ'd to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul. pre. The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place, The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place, The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.
pot. Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!
pyx. The soldier camp'd or upon the march is mine, On the night ere the pending battle many seek me, and I do not fail them, On that solemn night it may be their last those that know me seek me.
qat. pon. The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies. pun. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
pus. My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble, They rise together, they slowly circle around. I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content.
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