A woman's stomach does not grow if she is not pregnant.
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It Takes Two
This is the woman that i married:
She always distance herself from me and,
Expected to become pregnant.
This is the woman that you married:
She always distance herself from you and,
Expected to become pregnant.
But how can she become pregnant without the sperms?
She needs to be closer always than ever,
She needs to meke love for her to become pregnant,
For it takes two to plant the seed and water the seed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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It Will Blow Up Gradually
If you are pregnant,
Your stomach will blow up gradually;
And it will be exposed to the public,
So try to tell me before it is too late!
But beware,
You can't hide it from the people around you;
For your stomach will blow up gradually.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A pregnant woman is not afraid if you threaten her with what you made her pregnant with.
There was something to me that was really compelling about that woman, already knowing she couldn't get pregnant. When I made that movie I was maybe 24, and to be 24 and already know you can't get pregnant, that was really interesting to me.
quote by Maggie Gyllenhaal
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Sense Of Humor For Reece Kay
i laugh so hard about your joke
i'll take the hints
of the sneeze and the orgasms
and the tissue
and some pepper
the woman on the the train with you,
now laugh,
i also laugh with you, yet not knowing me
really
we are miles apart, and you with your
present problems
losing one of your identities
this danny reynolds, you tell me
i do not have they say
this sense of humor,
Loll
Lol,
it is unjust to say the least,
in my country one day
i was admitted to the maternity hospital
on bloated stomach
filled with laughter
they think
i am pregnant.
(ulol!)
oh, lol!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Win A Prize
Run the race and win a prize,
For the food is for the stomach and the stomach is for food;
But i will live on always to see you grow.
Slow, glow, blow, flow;
That which was empty is now full,
But he who joins himself to a prostitute is in one body with her.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When ego is fed…
Someone would remember me:
My stomach goes full.
Someone would be grateful to me:
My stomach goes full.
Someone would broadcast of me:
My stomach goes full.
Someone would long for me:
My stomach goes full.
Whenever ego gets food,
The stomach is fed without food.
05.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Chauvinist
I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat
Or squeeze, and then to tease her if it’s eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined –
And tho’ our needs are varied, girls, they’re all perverse of mind!
Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
‘Please! ’ we beg her, ‘bend and bare! ’ But we can only hope!
I’m sure by now you get the picture – like a rule of thumb –
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Stomach with food
Dont full
Fill your stomach...at
Food...
Stomach is
Full fill
The food...
Only at only
With waste of
Basket...
Making
At your stomach...
Drink...
Eat...
A llways
With your stomach
Limet... limet...
Healf stomach
Is good...
Bada full food
Eating...
Mothley once
ok...
Every day
Not better for
Your body health...
Diside to eat food...
Daily...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Sweet Suffering
Meltem’s sadly suffering
her pregnant plight.
All my work interrupted
throughout day
throughout night.
Poems written
in late afternoon.
With artistic words
swift rushing flow.
Hindered
disturbed obstructed.
Flow free
abruptly by.
Meltem’s tearing
free flowing vomiting.
This heart wrenching
finality.
Ended when she collapsed
in actuality.
Rang her sister
who’s nightly stay.
Ensured Meltem’s
swift recovery
on that tormented day.
Still being pregnant
is no patient joke.
After first three months
improvement offers hope.
Then stomach settles
expectations soar.
Confidence increases
nearer hour we bore.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hymn To The Woman
Woman
You are God's gift to the world
Woman
You are
The flowers that grow wild
Around the river
Woman
The water of the river
Is flowing slowly
Woman
Your eyes are so beautiful
Woman
Your smile is like a rainbow
So let it shine
Woman
Don't be afraid to show your smile
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Interests Clash
Man would desire a woman,
Striving hard to attain her.
Having got her, indifferent
He would soon grow towards her.
Woman would desire a man
And grow intense towards him.
When propositioned by him,
She would turn off, despite desire.
Man has no shame to go for next.
Woman has shame to leave for next.
The interests of the both clash.
All the flowers don’t set to fruit.
(17.05.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Her Hidden Treasure
Her flame was only for the women –
Not for us unlucky men;
A weakness lay for feminine way:
To feel an even fairer skin
In silky slide.
Her lips were for the satin love that
Only flows from rising breast;
The creamy tan was not for man
To pull towards a chiselled chest
In weathered hide.
Her hidden treasure down below
Would shy away from macho length
And only rouse upon the blouse
Undone by other sapphic strength –
In time, inside!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Woman Machine
She'll do your work in half the time
Never sick and can't go blind
Oh, woman machine
Brains of tape that fill her head
She knows more now than all the dead
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Heart of steel and skin that's cold
Can't wear her out, she can't grow old
Oh, woman machine
She goes to bed when her work is through
She'll do it all, just change the tubes
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine-ine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman
She can't talk back
With no playback
But she'll listen
To all your woe
Trade your old one
For a new one
They just don't make 'em like they used to
No!
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
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Expariate
Privacy,
To ensure;
Expatriate,
To move out;
Indicates,
With frantic efforts!
For the female teacher is now pregnant;
But, this restricted enclave is for the best interest of your love.
Required to pay,
Under it;
Aside,
For the past seventy years! !
And like the muse of your love today;
But the female teacher is now pregnant.
The base,
Operating at the paste of your love;
The figure,
Worked out daily to enhance your name! !
But the female teacher is now pregnant.
Detected,
Explained,
Arrived;
And like the muse of your love after this discovery! !
For, the female teacher is now pregnant.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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You ARE A Woman :)
You are a woman,
A strong woman,
A grown woman,
One who WON'T give me what I want just cause I want it woman.
He needs you woman,
A loving woman,
Non-trusting woman,
One who knows the difference between right and wrong woman.
I found a woman,
You're one of em,
So many love em,
You just need to see the places you can be woman.
Hear me woman,
Don't fear me woman,
You're near me woman,
We all face strife, gotta change yo life woman.
See me woman,
No fake or frontin,
Can't be me woman,
For I am a man and you need to be a WOMAN!
['Enpowering women since the age of -9 months :) ']
poem by Tamell Bailey
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Now that august is gone
Now that august is gone
And we all know that all augusts come and go
Is this woman? a woman of vertue,
Is this woman? a super woman
Is this woman? a woman of mission and vision
Is this woman? classy and stylish
Is this woman? preffesional or house wife
And the woman of action and motion
A woman of courage and resilence
A woman of liberation and liberty
A woman of passion and compassion
A woman of thoughts and opinions
A woman of empathy and sympathy
A woman of concerns and kindness
.
A woman of confrontation or insecurity
A woman of altracation or tranquility
A woman of ambition or armunition
A woman of redeemtion or detention
A woman of power or affection
Is this woman a woman
I am not questining you, woman!
I was questioning this woman
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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He who longs too much for a child will marry a pregnant woman.
Between The Maternity Ward And The Morgue
a ritual sex
a bottle of wine
a spray of semen
and a woman gets pregnant
a ritual death
a car bomb explosion
a woman screams
and she bleeds to death
the sun is mute
why should there be an elegy
between the maternity ward
and the morgue?
poem by Suchoon Mo_
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