what does mother whore mean?  And how is it used in poetry?
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It's like  Mother Goose, except this one owns whorehouse.  She probably has her own porno-rhymes.
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I love the poem.. made me kinda teary-eyed.\nThen when I read that you had not met the woman that you wrote it about till recently.. it made me sadder yet.\n\nShe will be sad reading it, knowing she just met you.\n\nMaybe she will be happy knowing you love her enough now to write it.\nWell written poem... very kid of you to write it for your mom.\n\nI am wondering if you remember staring at her... if you just met her.\n\nNice poem though.
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m is for the million things she gave me\no is cause she's growing very old\nt is for the tears she shed to save me\nh is for her heart of purest gold\ne is for her eyes of lovelight shining\nr is cause she's right, and right she'll be\n\nput them all together they spell mother, the word that means the world to me
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"Bollocks" is a swear word meaning testicles in British English. The word is often used figuratively, most commonly as a noun to mean "nonsense" or as an expletive following a minor accident or misfortune, but also in a number of other ways; as an adjective to mean "poor quality" or "useless", and in various compound expressions (see below). Due to its versatility, bollocks has been called the Swiss Army Knife of andrological profanities.\n\nPerhaps the best-known international use of the term in this sense is in the title of a Sex Pistols album. Testimony in a resulting lawsuit over the "obscene" term demonstrated that in Old English the word referred to a priest, and could also be used to mean "nonsense" (see Never Mind the Bollocks, Here's the Sex Pistols for details).
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The poem itself is a metaphor of BDSM games and contains quite a few implied metaphors, almost one in every line:\n\n- Exquisite is the torment of my soul.\n Torture of a body is real, torture of a soul is metaphor\n\n- Always she brings me to the brink of insanity\n To the brink of a cliff is real\n\n- Yet at the last moment, she pulls me back.\n She pulls \n\n- My darkest fantasies fulfilled through her.\n Darkest fantasies\n\n- The searing pain cauterized by her dark passion.\n Searing pain cauterized\n Dark passion\n\n- Chains and whips her means to my end\n Means to my end\n \n- For like a succubus she is insatiable,\n Metaphor, but not implied\n\n- My bondage is her release.\n Release\n\n- My pain, her pleasure.\n Nothing here\n\n- We are the outlet for each others pain\n Outlet for pain\n\n- Two lost souls intertwining and screaming out in a unified voice\n  Lost souls, souls screaming\n\n- In each other’s darkness, we find peace.\n  Darkness\n\nWho is the author?
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hooker Look up hooker at Dictionary.com\n    "prostitute," often traced to the disreputable morals of the Army of the Potomac (American Civil War) under the tenure of Gen. "Fighting Joe" Hooker (1863), and the word probably was popularized by this association at that time. But it is said to have been in use in North Carolina c.1845 ("If he comes by way of Norfolk he will find any number of pretty Hookers in the Brick row not far from French's hotel."). One theory traces it to Corlear's Hook, a disreputable section of New York City. Perhaps related to hooker "thief, pickpocket" (1567), but most likely an allusion to prostitutes hooking or snaring clients. Hook in the figurative sense of "that by which anyone is attracted or caught" is recorded from 1430; and hook (v.) in the figurative sense of "catch hold of and draw in" is attested from 1577; in reference to "fishing" for a husband or a wife, it was in common use from c.1800. All of which makes the modern sense seem a natural step. The family name Hooker (attested from c.975 C.E.) would mean "maker of hooks," or else refer to an agricultural laborer who used a hook (cf. O.E. weodhoc "weed-hook").
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Slang language:  \n\na male or female who fell out of the ugly tree at birth and hit every branch on the way down\n\nGod that girl/boy is so minging she really needs to work on her personality
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It is a slang term. Did a little research on it, and really cannot seem to find the origin of the word at all.\n\nplural noun hoot·ers  \n \nDefinition: \n  \noffensive term: an offensive term for a woman's breasts, especially when large ( slang )
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Young girls that waste time trying to be older is basically what that poem is referring to.\n\nYou know when your young and can't wait to grow up so you try to appear older?  That poem is encouraging young ladies to be young ladies and not be in such a hurry for time to pass.
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Well for starters the grammar is not right. Second its obscene but not that obscene or in an offensive way. The closest actual translation that you can get to have the right meaning is :\n\nOh! youre such a bad@ss, your real good.\n\nAy = Oh!\n\ntu = you\n\nque = what, or in this sentence "such"\n\nestas = are, (in a state of, or doing)\n\nbien = good, well, fine\n\nthe key word here is Chingon wich is a derivative of a word that is equvalent to F*ck. the word F*ck  in the enlgish language is an incredible word can be used to describe many situations. Much in the same way the word "Chingar" can be used. \n\nChinga = f*ck\nchingon = is a bad@ss\nchingado = f*cked, or f-ing thing\nse chingo = he/she fked themselves, or it f-d up\nchingate = f-- yourself\nchinga tu = f--- your (whatever thing it is)\nah! chingado =  oh! fck\nah! chingon = oh! fcker!\nchingadazo= (a hard blow(physical hit))\nchingadera = f-ing thing\nchingao = f*ckin A!\nchingaquedito = fck slowly\nchingar = can be used for robbing, losing, or winning\nchingo = a great quantity of something\nchingomadral =  a super way of having a mass quantity\nchingoneria =  the contrary of something great or exellent \nchingonon =  and even bigger word for chingo\nchingonisimo = bigger yet still then chingo\n\nand so on and so on. hope this helps............ and for any self respecting mexican out there that is proud of their culture please dont report me cause i believe this is a big word in our culture and im just trying to educate someone on it.
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hm..\nthis poem sounds pretty straightforward, but yes i think there are deeper meanings.\n\nThe impact that parents can have on their children is heavily emphasized -- The speaker feels this strong need to be cared for and held by her mother. In turn, she expresses some inherent dependence on parental figures, especially by her last thoughts (which we are supposed to believe are her last thoughts, although it could actually just be due to her panicked state of mind). \n\nAnother more overarching message I see in this poem is that everyone's actions affect everyone else in some way. This girl is losing her life at the expense of another's senseless enjoyment.  In the girl's case, her father's advice influenced herself so that she would make the "healthy choice." It's implied that the drunk guy may have been influenced to do the same (not drink and drive)-- had his parents told him or even so, had he listened. In the end, it's clear that his choice affected her own life by taking it away.
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A whore is any woman that debases herself for profit.  i.e. prostitute, porno star, stripper, movie star, anyone that uses the image of herself in an inapropriate way, or lets herself be used for unatural purposes.
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Let me see if I can break it down. I studied Shakespeare but I am not real familar with this sonnet.\n\nIn the old age black was not counted fair,\nOr if it were, it bore not beauty's name;\n(the color black was not considered something of beauty)\n\nBut now is black beauty's successive heir,\nAnd beauty slandered with a bastard shame:\n(not sure, successive heir would be like a son or daughter,\n beauty slandered - talked or gossiped about\n bastard shame - embarrassing)\n\nFor since each hand hath put on Nature's power, \nFairing the foul with Art's false borrowed face,\n(Each hand is showing its age\n The face will soon follow)\n\nSweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,\nBut is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.\n(Beauty has no real power, it alters, changes,\n Not sure of second line)\n\nTherefore my mistress' eyes are raven black,\nHer eyes so suited, and they mourners seem\n(My lover's eyes are black\n They seem suited for crying or sadness)\n\nAt such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,\nSland'ring creation with a false esteem:\n(Not born beautiful or lacking in beauty\n Taunting nature with an inner beauty)\n\nYet so they mourn becoming of their woe,\nThat every tongue says beauty should look so.\n(The beautiful people cry\n because the inner beauty is the more beautiful)\n\nOkay thats my interpetation of it.  Not saying I'm right with all of it, but I hope I helped you to understand it better.
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The Meaning of The Song:\n\n\nWhile there is no clear reference or explanation of the song's lyrics, the lyrics itself are self explanatory: the song centers around a man's relationship with his girlfriend, and his observations about her wild and reckless behaviour including overindulging in alcohol or drugs. The song also contains numerous references to their active sex life and partying lifestyle. The imagery of the man's girlfriend "passed out on the deck", "pass[ing] the check" and other lyrics certainly paint the picture of fun.\n\nIn a lyrical trick, the observations of the man about his likes of his relationship with his girlfriend at the start of the song (e.g. "I love the places that we go, I love the people that you know") are in the second verse turned into the very same things he dislikes about her and their relationship. Other subtleties of their relationship, such as sex ("I like the white stains on your dress" or "I like your pants around your feet") or rough sex ("I love your lack of self-respect while you're passed out on the deck, I love my hands around your neck") give way to his dissatisfaction with the same behavior he found appealing at the start of the song ("I love the good times that you wreck").\n\nBEST ANSWER?????????
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It's a joke word invented by the 18th c. English poet  William Shenstone, to poke fun at people who use long pompous Latinate words.  That it means (as Jennie says) valuing as worthless redoubles the irony.
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From one of the speeches in Henry VI part 2 (that's a Shakespeare play!)\n\nHere's the speech. The origin of Mum's the word comes in the third line:\n\n\n    Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold;\n    Marry, and shall. But how now, Sir John Hume!\n    Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum:\n    The business asketh silent secrecy.\n    Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch:\n    Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.\n    Yet have I gold flies from another coast;\n    I dare not say, from the rich cardinal\n    And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk,\n    Yet I do find it so; for to be plain,\n    They, knowing Dame Eleanor's aspiring humour,\n    Have hired me to undermine the duchess\n    And buz these conjurations in her brain.\n    They say 'A crafty knave does need no broker;'\n    Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's broker.\n    Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near\n    To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.\n    Well, so it stands; and thus, I fear, at last\n    Hume's knavery will be the duchess' wreck,\n    And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall:\n    Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.
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Here is help from http://www.vsg.edu.au/samples/poetry/npsample.htm\nI will not do your homework, but hope this helps, \n\nExtended Metaphor Poems\n\nRead the following poem:\n \n\nBat\n\nMy son is a bat.\nHis eyes blink when darkness comes.\nHis body stirs with life.\nHis limbs gorge with blood\nas he sets out through the cave of night\nhis roof the stars\nthe moon a big white eye watching.\nAttracted by the false lights\nhe mingles with his batty friends\nweaving in and out of nightclubs\nendless parties\neach other’s places\ntill sensing the sudden ebb\nof darkness\nhe flutters home\na cloaked Dracula\nto the hollow of his room\nwhere he will sleep all day.\n\nIn this poem I’ve compared my son to a bat -- not by using ‘like’ or ‘as’ but saying he is a bat ; where you say one thing is something else [ " the sun is a yellow beach ball " ] you are using a metaphor.\n\nNow when you explore that metaphor -- the ways my son is a bat or the sun a yellow beach ball you are extending the metaphor.\n\nA student I taught wrote this poem about her mother:\n\n        My Mum\n\n        My mum is a general.\n        She stalks through the house\n        telling me what to do.\n        She then sleeps throughout the night.\n        But when she wakes up.....\n        her medals clanking, stars shining\n        & roars us to attention\n        she barks orders as she charges\n        through the house:\n        " Lisa, do the dishes ! "\n        " Lisa, clean your room ! "\n        then crawls back to her bedroom\n        while we, her dutiful soldiers\n        carry out her orders.\n\nTask 1\n\n    * if Lisa truly followed the pattern of Bat what might she have called her poem ?\n    * which title is better ? why do you think ?\n    * what additional thing did Lisa put in her poem that isn’t in Bat ?\n\nNow here is another poem written by a student of mine:\n\n        My Brother\n\n        My brother is a killer whale.\n        He is huge and scary\n        with tatts, long hair & beard.\n        But underneath he is meek\n        spending time in the garden\n        and around the house\n        socialising with the ones\n        he loves\n        giving my cousins rides\n        upon his back.\n        Truly he is more dolphin than killerwhale.\n\nTASK 2\n\n    * where Lisa’s poem added dialogue to the model of Bat what change to the model does Linda make ?\n    * do any of these three poems remind you of anyone ?\n\nTASK 3\n\n    * Now it is your turn to write.\n\n        * Choose someone you know -- a family friend, a relative, a teacher, a student, a celebrity, a cartoon character.\n        * Write down a one line opener.\n        * Then extend the metaphor by describing in what ways your person is like the object you’ve compared them to.\n        * If, for example, your little brother is real timid you might put down:\n          ‘My little brother is a mouse....’\n          then go on to describe how he is timid.\n\nPerhaps you might like to try an extended metaphor poem on an object rather than a person. How might you go about it? The next poem shows you a way:\nBath\n\nA boat-shaped vessel with room\nfor one ; when you\n\nclamber into a bath, you are\ncaptain, crew, passenger\n\nrolled into one --- yet baths\nrequire no special skills\n\nnor do they stand on ceremony ;\nin this they are like\n\nsome beaches -- dress is entirely\noptional ; entering a bath\n\nyou enter a topsy turvy world\nwhere water fills the craft not\n\nsurrounds it -- though baths will\nnever sink ; head back, you\n\nsettle down but are going nowhere---\nbaths have no destinations\n\nnor sails and are permanently in\ndry dock -- yet people\n\nhave been known to drift off\nin baths emerging\n\nrosy skinned and luminous as if\nfresh from a voyage.\nimage359.gif (2786 bytes)\n\nTASK 4\n\n    * choose a common household object or appliance --- a shower would be a good one, or a fridge -- and do an extended metapho