1. Bred's dating profile
Who is Bred? Bred is a breed. Somehow read - Enough to be sad. A bit old - Still can be sold. And, between lines, He would make alliances With the people alike, Whom he would like. With those funny and odd, Who have children or not, Love music and the sun, With drinkers and nuns, With leaders and slaves, Alive and in graves, With hippies and ravers, With total strangers. Please be short or tall, Better young or old. No professionals, please, Unless you don’t state this.
But the problem is time. So, on the top of that, He will be quite satisfied With what he can find. With stupid and smart, With mucus and fart, With a cancelled show, With the last year snow.
2. Her name (to Inna)
So, then she disappeared In Canadian dark forests, In rapid streams of Indian rivers. Where did she disappear? In animal skin, In sound and spleen, In getting obscene, In, In, In... Why did she disappear? Because, It was not the right time, It was not the right prose, There was no right horse, And the horn never sounded worse. In the sky, In notes of birds' cry, In butterfly's swing, In clouds, In strong winds, In spinning of the Earth's axis Her name interposes traces.
3. Reading a dating profile "Avemaria" (a small commentary at the end)
Ave Maria, The bells toll: The Blessed Virgin, Blond and tall.
The lucky person: Slim, fit, Is not seeking On-line flirt.
Be from Havens - All that mess May happen once In 2000 years.
In the lights of Broadway, Brown and cold, You must be honest As a billiard ball.
Sexy and pure, Sober and slim, Register here - Ave "Maxim".
A tent was set in a pouring rain, And it was leaking - many puddles, and stones Underneath of mats, Created a similar landscape To her original, in Ireland, And Scottish mountains inside. But nobody was upset, And it was warm and fun in mud. We were happy even rolling over in a car And down a mountain road. We were saved - We were in love.
4. Love Site
Computer set, And the picture fit - You wanted here, So be quiet - sit.
And so, listen, And I will talk; Whatsoever I say - You cannot mock.
You cannot blink, You cannot breathe; Whatsoever I say - You will not freeze.
You will not tremble, You will not cry, Whatsoever I do - You'll never die.
But I will cry, And I will freeze, And I will die And never breathe.
And some may call it web-romance - This empty urge for the only chance.
But I remember early days, When the world was simple and the sky was blue, And everybody who was there Was breathing clean and cold air; And it was unpretentious truth. And there will be nothing better Than love of unprotected youth.
5. Helen PhD
Dear Helen, PhD: Aren't you happy on that land With no man? There are plenty of them around But your choice has a real ground.
Cause a man is an evil creature - It is prone to fight its rights To the last of woman's tear; Disobedience is its sin On the coast of North Brunswick.
On the island of New Jersey No man admits that women Are the highest are the smartest, Are the best in every aspect; Not from Princeton, not from Rutgers.
Women are loved for their beauty On that island of New Jersey; They are loved for their passion, For devotion, and for care They provide to their men.
So, why are you still unhappy When dissecting fury youngsters? Just imagine how bad it is When your soul is cut in pieces For a plenty of stupid reasons: For a hair in a bathtub, For a bill unpaid in time?
I am saying and repeating Things like this myself, oh Helen. And I am having no answer; But still, when feeling so singly, I am asking what is better: To die from loneliness or from love?
6. Looking for the best
Attractive, tall, And looking for the best; My rotten teeth Will bite you in the ass.
My garlic breath Won’t satisfy your taste, My broken arm Will not embrace your waist.
If admiration fills your whole life, And if your legs are more dangerous than a rifle, Then why do you spend you evenings in a chair, And look for a prince, to come from nowhere?
Or poor girl, Believe me, I am tall, And taking shower, I am cleaner than a hole;
My shiny eyes Are shinier than the sun; I will take care of you As nobody have done.
You don’t believe me? You are right and wrong... Forget, it was a joke- Not a song..
7. To Nat, who is hot
When the tea is hot, And the Nat says “what?”, Then the world is set Even if the answer is “not”.
But when the Nat is hot And there is no “What?” This really makes me a nut Even if I am still not.
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