A dimple in the chin, your living comes in; a dimple in the cheek, your living to seek.
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The Insane Gloom
The eve brings with her a bundle of gloom
The bundle gets untied with Suns' departure
Thus, spreading everywhere the awesome gloom,
Sweeping the day light which wants to linger.
Even then in darkness a little star twinkles
Appearing as if a sensuous lass's dimple.
On shy damsels cheek only a dimple appears
Lal Bahadoor twinkles as Mother India's dimple.
Was not it good oh star just like water
To change own color to that of mixing matter?
Of the diplomats too same is the line
Then why did you twinkling star tried to shine?
The powerful fools just like the gloom
Think of suppressing even the shining moon.
Then of a little star what was the matter
Breaking you your pieces they tried to scatter.
I think oh star but you knew the truth
Soon dwan will arrive to stop their breath.
It will destroy insame gloom with a smile
Not affecting oh star your twinkling.
poem by Ratnakar Mandlik
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A dimple on the chin, the devil within.
quote by Pope Paul VI
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What God Delivers to You Is Yours to Keep
When you find a shining penny on the ground,
Face up...
Pick it up.
Don't feel an obligation to look all around.
That treasure that you have found...
Is yours to pick up off the ground.
And keep things simple like a dimple on your cheek.
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
And keep things simple like a dimple on your cheek.
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
When you find a shining penny on the ground,
Face up...
Pick it up.
It's meant to be....
And not a stroke of good luck.
And when you find a shining penny on the ground,
Pick it up.
It's not a stroke of good luck.
It's meant to be,
Yours to pocket and keep!
And keep things simple like a dimple on your cheek.
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
Yours to keep!
Yours to keep!
Yours to keep!
Yours to keep!
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Apelles' Song
Cupid and my Campaspe played
At cards for kisses; Cupid paid:
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows;
Loses them too; then down he throws
The coral of his lip, the rose
Growing on's cheek (but none knows how);
With these, the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple on his chin;
All these did my Campaspe win:
And last he set her both his eyes -
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! has she done this to thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?
Cupid and My Campaspe
Cupid and my Campaspe played
At cards for kisses;
Cupid paid.
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
His mother's doves and team of sparrows,
Loses them too; then down he throws
The coral of his lip, the rose
Growing on's cheek (but none knows how),
With these the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple of his chin:
All these did my Campaspe win.
At last he set her both his eyes;
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! has she done this to thee?
What shall, alas, become of me?
When I was young, I were caught
When I was young, I were caught
by your dark brown hair, your deep dark eyes
and I were smitten by your smile and the dimple in your cheek,
I believed in your beauty and nobility,
I was like a brother, but more than in love
by your dark brown hair, your deep dark eyes
and you were the most beautiful of all women to me
with a beauty coming from somewhere deep.
I was like a brother, but more than in love
and whatever you did you were pure like a flower
and I knew that you were wonderful
with a beauty coming from somewhere deep
and sometimes I longed for you.
When I was young, I were caught
and I knew that you were wonderful
and I was smitten by your smile and the dimple in your cheek.
poem by Gert Strydom
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When I was young, I were caught [2]
When I was young, I were caught
by your dark brown hair, your deep dark eyes
and I were smitten by your smile and the dimple in your cheek,
I believed in your beauty and nobility,
I was like a brother, but more than in love
by your dark brown hair, your deep dark eyes
and you were the most beautiful of all women to me
with a beauty coming from somewhere deep.
I was like a brother, but more than in love
and whatever you did you were pure like a flower
and I knew that you were wonderful
with a beauty coming from somewhere deep
and sometimes I longed for you.
When I was young, I were caught
and I knew that you were wonderful
and I was smitten by your smile and the dimple in your cheek.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Caprice
Her mouth is all of roses,
Her eyes are violets;
And round her cheek at hide and seek
Love plays among the roses
That dimple on her cheek.
Her heart is all caprices,
Her will is yea and nay;
And with a smile can she beguile
My heart to the caprices
That dance upon her smile.
Her looks are merely sunshine,
Her tears are only rain;
But if she will I follow still
The flitting way of sunshine
Whatever way she will.
And if she will I love her,
And if she put me by,
Despite her will I follow still.
And will she let me love her?
Ha, ha! I think she will.
poem by Arthur Symons
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Cards and Kisses
CUPID and my Campaspe play'd
At cards for kisses--Cupid paid:
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows;
Loses them too; then down he throws
The coral of his lips, the rose
Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how);
With these, the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple of his chin:
All these did my Campaspe win.
At last he set her both his eyes--
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! has she done this for thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?
Noble nurse, Dimple
Dimple you were absent yesterday what's reason?
Neighbour was serious Mam, helping went hospital.
Someday your father is sick someday mother
now you are coming with new story of ‘neighbour'.
Now you can't be absent with new excuse
are you student here or a practising nurse?
These words pierced Dimple's heart like a fork
to become a noble nurse, decided to work.
Used to help any one sick, in family or relation
could not leave her friends in painful situation.
They blessed for she helped, of her nature helpful.
Dimple urged parents get admission in a nursing school.
Doesn't find more noble job than serving patients
in front of own eyes sees people recover from illness.
Watching people recover she gets pride and content feel
Her happiness lies in helping the ailing who is in need.
Saddest part of her is, every time one comes in pain
when time comes to see happy, goes back again.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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The Dimple
Pure and simple,
That delightful dimple,
There, on your cheek,
It makes me weak.
My knees give way,
And then I sway,
All strength is gone
When I look upon
Your dimpled face.
It makes my heart race.
Then when you smile,
You so beguile,
So what can I do,
But fall for you.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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What Are We Really Living For?
What are we really living for?
If we don't seek love.
What are we living for?
If inside we can't be happy.
We're living for,
The pursuit of it...
And some people think,
It is a ship coming in.
And all they have to do is sit and giggle and grin.
What are we really living for?
Does it get to show.
What are we really living for?
Who on Earth knows.
What are we really living for?
Is it for upheavel.
What are we really living for?
Or a treated evil.
What are we really living for?
Deceit and disbelief.
What are we really living for?
Or for other people.
What are we really living for?
To meet and greet.
What are we really living for?
Does it get to show.
What are we really living for?
Who on Earth knows.
What are we really living for?
Is it for upheavel.
What are we really living for?
Or a treated evil.
What are we really living for?
Or, are we too blind...
What are we really living for?
To see we're here...
And are together on the right scene.
We just don't want to know what it means...
To Let go, Let God, and let happiness,
Be released!
What are we really living for?
If we don't seek love.
What are we really living for?
If inside,
We can't-be-happy.
Are we really living for,
The pursuit of it...
And some people think,
It is a ship coming in.
And all they have to do is sit and giggle and grin.
What are we really living for?
Not for snicks and giggles.
What are we really living for?
Not for snicks and giggles.
What are we really living for?
Not for snicks and giggles.
What are we really living for?
Not for snicks and giggles.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mr. Cameron
What if Mr. Cameron was made of Swiss cheese?
Cleaning up wouldn’t be much of an ease.
If he was, that wouldn’t be nice.
Our homeroom would be infested with mice.
This room would be home to a family of rats,
We might start chasing them with baseball bats.
His life would be simple,
His face without a dimple,
The dimple, replaced by a hole,
Austin would use it as a soccer Goal.
Mr. Cameron would be fired,
Yet also, he would be admired.
Admired, but only by mice,
Now isn’t that nice?
It would be weird to have a dairy product as a teacher,
What an unusual edible and healthy to eat creature.
Living in a zoo,
He’ll have nothing to do,
He’s a one of a kind edible pet,
So sell him on the internet,
That’s when E-bay comes in handy.
You can eat him like candy,
Or play with him as if he was plastic,
Be careful though, he’s not so elastic.
He’s a perfect crash dummy,
Since he has nothing in his tummy.
Make him fall into a bush,
Just give him a little push.
He will start tipping,
As if he was tripping,
He won’t explode into a fireball,
But he will not like the fall.
Cheese has feelings you know.
He has no where to go.
Except maybe a hotel,
Or maybe some random motel.
That dairy product of a teacher,
Is not a farting old preacher.
But an edible piece of art,
That will touch anyone’s heart.
He cannot have soup and slurp,
And he cannot drink pop and burp
That’s because he contains no highly flammable gas.
In the end, he was vigorously consumed by the class.
How sad,
Too bad
poem by Anders Lim
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Joker
You can stretch
The face only so much
Make the lines fade
For a while
But they sag later
And then stretched
Some more
Inject the botox
Lips fuller
Eyes wider
Then they sag later
And then stretched
Some more
Stretch and pull
Inject again
Stretch and pull
Some more
Until the navel
Is the dimple
On the chin -
Joker.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Leela- an eng. movie
Exile rating is the air she breathes,
Bewildering is the glance she casts;
Enticingly vulnerable is her condition.
She is a picture of smouldering sensuality.
With her poise and polish,
She makes you yarn and pine.
Driven by warmth of a young-becoming man,
She is like a cold candle set aflame.
No surgeon yet bringing relief,
No scalpel yet helping a heal,
In a moment, life might encapsulate
Its joys, yet life is not just a moment.
She lets go of her inhibition and collapses
Like surging waves falling on shores.
Simplistic in delineation, over simple in Solution;
It develops into a little more than nothing.
Blinded, she and he entangles.
[Dimple kapadia enhanced the character.
The character enhanced Dimple Kapadia.
A sensitive portrayal.]
15.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The mother's hug and kiss( ??????????!)
痛いの痛いの飛んでけ！
Itai no itai no:
tondekee!
Hurt pain fly away!
Shoulder moist with tears.
Itai no itai no:
tondekee!
Out out with the pain!
Your saulty cheek
A dimple seeks
My sweetest child oh dear.
poem by Elena Sandu
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