Beauty doesn't need ornaments. Softness can't bear the weight of ornaments.
quote by Munshi Premchand
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Attraction is something deeper
Temples were built by the mighty,
Some with golden towers,
Some with golden domes,
And some with golden podiums
To lure and summon.
Amarnath is a stone of a cave,
With no ornaments, no pavements
And yet attracts braving crowds
Much against all its odds,
For its sway of power.
There are women, very common,
With no ornaments to adorn,
Whom men throng for their bounty
As against women for their beauty
5.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In the markets of Maibong
I searched so much
for ornaments of raw gold
in the markets of Maibong,
Gold is only in name
You are lovelier than gold
without ornaments
The goldsmith could not make
a single piece of ornament
to your measure
What kind of goldsmith is he
without ornaments
You are lovelier than gold
The door of the moon in the sky
was open
Secretly I peeped
Orange moon
People say
The moon is lovely
The moon is only in name
You are lovelier than the moon.
Translated by Ajit Barua
poem by Prem Narayan Nath
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Tornaments
i dream, i promise,
i break up,
i shatter,
like unstable,
moments,
in the life,
countless,
in occasions,
but,
i still wonder,
over,
my internal distortions,
viable,
noises, raised up to neck,
occasional severity,
in behavior disorder,
and shutdown,
of all random priorities,
to pay breaths as ransom,
to life,
with fetters over body,
emptying my lungs,
with labored exhale,
how you can believe,
when lies are,
ornaments of face,
and swamps of sins,
to drag me in,
you are generous,
to offer me,
your hand,
in epic moments,
with traction of my arm,
but gravity,
increasing my weight,
to infinity,
death comes,
with light speed,
Einstein writes,
EMC2,
on my fore head,
Alexander conquers my will,
Aristotle confuses,
the situation,
whatever,
it may be,
hidden,
and dormant,
t ornaments,
erupting from the soil.
under my feet
poem by Rafique Farooqi
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Beauty tips to young girls,
Golden ornaments may not suit,
Bright smile always helps!
haiku by V.K. Kanniappan
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The lasting beauty.
The lasting beauty lies
not in surging breasts, chubby cheeks,
cloudy hair, fair skin and ornaments.
It lies in one’s aura and personality.
Often the common are sexy.
12.02.2001, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Clearness ornaments profound thoughts.
quote by Luc de Clapier
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Studies serve for delight, for ornaments, and for ability.
quote by Francis Bacon
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In the house of a blacksmith the ornaments are made of wood.
Hopes are like hair ornaments. Girls want to wear too many of them. When they become old women they look silly wearing even one.
quote by Arthur Golden
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Letter of
Letters of administration
Required to unluck
Ornaments belongings
Query not further
Everything made public.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Ears are sensuous.
Ears are as much a part
In sexual stimuli
Of a woman’s facial beauty.
Who cares?
Even poets underplay them.
Lobes with no jewels on
Make women look barren.
Observe
Ears play hidden kicks.
Ear ornaments are the first pick
For a woman to be bejeweled.
Give a kiss on her ears’ back.
It is more than one on her lips.
26.04.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The beauty, defined.
What is beauty?
Features, countenance or shape?
Affluence, youthfulness or robustness?
Elegance, briskness or deftness?
Cosmetics, costume or ornaments?
Intelligence, perseverance or endurance?
Grooming, cleanliness or decency?
Love, passion or lustfulness?
Honesty, loyalty or empathy?
Modesty, blush or reticence?
Or talent of art, music and dance?
To me any woman who feels young and sensual.
23.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Put The Weight On My Shoulders
Put the weight on my shoulders
Take the load off of your mind
Cause the headwinds that blow
Will fade away in time
Rest yourself on my waters
Take the lifeline from me
Rise above what has passed
And let yourself be free
I only know what love must bear
Through laiden times I will be there
And when your down Ill break the fall
Loose the weight on my shoulders
It aint no weight at all
I only know what love must do
When fortune cries Ill follow you
And when your down Ill break your fall
Put the weight on my shoulders
It aint no weight at all
Put the weight on my shoulders
See you star how it shines
Cause theyre so many dreams
Left to find
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Ornamental Art
A brood of ornaments relax on the table of dreams,
Its lustre is the potion we imbibe and engross when in a state
Of belief that is known to man.
This instrument my father stole,
I found in my prime of youth,
And when man was I, the labours dissolved,
As the music made an empire of focussed art,
A form too related to beauty.
My potions and notions deserve attention,
For my beliefs demand respect
As I believe I am righteous and pious
Like that representation betaken at school
And not my table.
poem by Naveed Akram
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As I passed along the side walls of Westminster Abbey, I hardly saw any thing but marble monuments of great admirals, but which were all too much loaded with finery and ornaments, to make on me at least, the intended impression.
quote by Karl Philipp Moritz
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All That I Have Left
The Apostle Paul recommended women should
not seek beauty in hairstyles, ornaments, jewellery
and expensive clothes, true beauty lies in character;
I say: Thank you, the hairstyle is easily done due to
the thin feathers on my head, as for the clothes
I have to wear something, the clothes I have is ugly
enough - I cannot find pretty clothes in my size - and
now I find none that fits, neither pretty or ugly; at least
Paul said clothing is required, my only option is to mail-
order a burka as the clothes in our Western shops
Are an unqualified flop - for me at least, I comply with
the requirements for looking ugly; working on character
is all that I have left - Paul, you did not recommend
anything, you simply stated the state of affairs!
1 Timothy 3: 9 & 10
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The house built on the sand may oftentimes be built higher, have more fair parapets and battlements, windows and ornaments, than that which is built upon the rock; yet all gifts and privileges equal not one grace.
Oh, She Is Such A Beauty!
sometimes we are stunned by ' beauties ';
oh, she is such a beauty-
a simple beauty, an unadorned charm!
alas, she herself quite unaware
of her innocence in blissful radiance;
she is not wealthy, a poor
but rich in beauty's excellence!
everything about her professes dignity
and anything she does is gentle in grace
and does possess a natural poise;
she seems to speak yet not;
o, her beauty speaks in whispers with the wind:
your age does not decline the treat of her beauty;
it spreads on her like the unshaken shadow
on the still waters of a limpid lake-
her beauty manures not vulgar vultures of the mind
but transforms you as an ardent devotee of beauty!
o how could it be she the mother of two grown kids
that garland their arms around her lovely neck!
her fair skin seems quite strange for her social status
and radiates a divine glow about her;
those artificially shaped girls in skimpy dress
down the ramps in ugly gaits in blinding lights
and those in wealthy overflowing dresses
in knife-sharp creases and in boastful jewellery
are no match to this lady wrapped in local attire sans ornaments;
whose one-quarter smile would land us in heavens of bliss!
who is the lucky soul to have her as his dear wife?
who is the mother that nurtured her in her womb?
o god, let she not age nor her beauty tire and wither
for she is the walking paradise of virtuous beauty;
a creation of you when you were in total peace!
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Sights and Sounds of Christmas
How do I know
Christmas is near
Signs around our house
Make it very clear
Advent paper windows
Get opened each day
Twenty-five to count
Teaching grandkids to pray
They're more excited by
The piece of candy they find
Such a small prize makes big eyes
It's a joy of a special kind
Each window has a little prayer
To remind why we count each day
There's other things that tell me
Santa too is on his way
When the tree goes up
Home-made decorations are best
Ornaments bought for special days
Make up the rest
Special lights for the Manger
Ceramics fired by great-great-great aunt Vie
Ornaments made in pre-school
Thirty years gone by
Then what they've all waited for
A cloth Snowman my wife made
His bulging belly's a pouch
Filled with candy starts a parade
He hangs by Grandma's chair
Right there on the wall
As soon as they can reach
They want to be this tall
One by one day by day
A piece here a piece there
Some too short figutre out
To stand on Grandma's chair
Pretty soon the Snowman's belly
Starts to go flat
No one knows for sure but
Someone always takes care of that
Finally a noise that I hear
A sort of occasional clink
Someone secretly checking for
Christmas cookies in the jar by the sink
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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