When she stopped conforming to the conventional picture of femininity she finally began to enjoy being a woman.
quote by Betty Naomi Friedan
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Womanhood in Tantra
The nudity is not an obscenity.
The nudity either in arts or in person
Is neither moral nor immoral.
To be naked is to be unashamed
And is in the realization of
The bodily perfection and no more.
There must be no shame in the viewers’ eyes.
Femininity and sexuality
And motherhood are the female’s identity.
It is the male’s gaze that shapes a woman.
Breasts are motherhood; hips are fecundity.
She is the soil where men’s seed are grown.
Face and limbs represent femininity.
In Tantra, woman is all in all.
31.12.2007
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
My dreams are of a
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Woman In Love
I dont know why its the way of the world
But meanwhile....
Youve seen her sway when she walks down the street
Look at her eyes see the glow in her cheeks
It aint no secret she cant hide it away
Theres someone special shes the dish of the day
Shes a woman in love
Shes a woman in her prime
(shes a woman in love)
Look at her face its a picture
Shes a woman in love
Shes a woman
This chemistry youll never find in a book
No ectochromes gonna capture this look
These mixed emos make your senses to reel
Youve got to be there to feel what she feels
Shes a woman in love
Shes a woman in her prime
(shes a woman in love)
Look at her face its a picture
Shes a woman in love
Shes a woman
Why should a woman in all innocence
Be the one to inspire looks that kill
I dont know
I dont know why its the way of the world
Some will win, some will lose
But she cant tell
This kind of beauty comes from within
Shouldnt be allowed yeh its really a sin
Youd sell your soul for a night in her bed
Youre far too late boy Ive already said
Shes a woman in love
Shes a woman in her prime
(shes a woman in love)
Look at her face its a picture
Shes a woman in love
Shes a woman
(repeat until fade)
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Hard Headed Woman
(words & music by claude demetruis)
Well a hard headed woman,
A soft hearted man
Been the cause of trouble
Ever since the world began.
Oh yeah, ever since the world began
A hard headed woman been
A thorn in the side of man.
Now adam told to eve,
Listen here to me,
Dont you let me catch you
Messin round that apple tree.
Oh yeah, ever since the world began
A hard headed woman been
A thorn in the side of man.
Now samson told delilah
Loud and clear,
Keep your cotton pickin fingers
Out my curly hair.
Oh yeah, ever since the world began
A hard headed woman been
A thorn in the side of man.
I heard about a king
Who was doin swell
Till he started playing
With that evil jezebel.
Oh yeah, ever since the world began
A hard headed woman been a thorn in the side of man.
I got a woman,
A head like a rock.
If she ever went away
Id cry around the clock.
Oh yeah, ever since the world began
A hard headed woman been
A thorn in the side of man.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Eyes Of Mr D (Part 2)
A few days later,
the newspapers tell the story
of a young woman found on the beach.
She had been strangled,
that is all the police would say.
There were no photographs;
the family had to be informed.
Sadness filled him.
Who was this girl whose death he saw?
The question bothered him.
What kind of eyes was he given?
Where did they come from?
Who was the previous owner of these eyes?
Days followed days,
his restlessness grew.
He had to know the answer,
of whose eyes he had.
Through the years, he had saved
a little bit of money here and there.
Maybe if he hired someone.
He could get the answers that he sought.
He paced around the flat,
desperately trying to think,
what he must do.
He must get some fresh air.
In the streets he wandered aimlessly,
faces became just a blur.
Suddenly he stopped,
and took a second glance.
It was the young woman
he had seen being murdered.
She was standing waiting
in the queue for a bus.
He had to speak to her,
warn her of her pending fate.
He tried to get across the road.
A bus stopped at the queue.
When he finally managed to cross,
the bus had driven off,
and the young woman was gone.
To be continued…….
poem by David Harris
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Male and female aren’t exclusive.
There is no wholly masculine man;
Nor is there wholly feminine woman.
Fluids harden to solids;
Solids rush to fluids.
Man and woman interchange
Their masculinity and femininity.
29.01.2006.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The concept of sex
For a man to enjoy a woman,
Mere desire is sufficient.
For a woman to enjoy sex
Emotional love is mandatory.
12.07.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Picture Picture by Tanya Markova
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Nang gabing masilayan ka...
Dala-dala ko pa
Ang aking lumang camera
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Campus gig noon at nag-aya ang tropa
Maraming bebot ang nagsasayaw
Nang biglang mapansin kita
What a beautiful face
At kinunan kita
What a beautiful face
Angat ka sa iba
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
What a beautiful
What a beautiful face
I saw her face
Mukha syang taga-a a outerspace
Si Mang Roger ako'y kinalabit
Ang sabi
Halika na balot muna
Bago ka mag-konica
Na seramika gawa sa pabrika
Lagot ka na ang kamera may mahika
Ano ang lohika kung bat nahilo ka
Mekaniko si Moniko ng makina ni Monika
What a beautiful face
Bigla kang nawala
What a beautiful face
Ako'y natulala
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
What a beautiful
What a beautiful face
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Mekaniko si Moniko ng makina ni Monika
What a beautiful face
O nasaan ka na
What a beautiful face
Hinahanap-hanap ka
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
What a beautiful
What a beautiful face...
poem by Shi Yelami
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do not worry Chester
try again next time
connect the puzzle and form
another chance
to get finally the picture
of life
it is normal
life is a mess, things do not fit easily
expectations are not met
wishes always stick on the
rainbow
dreams do not always come
true
try again
maybe next time the pieces fit
and you may finally see the final picture
of success
do not worry Chester
there is always a right season
for everyone
a time for you
a luck all yours.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Woman Knows
(chris mccarty/allen spears/john fowler)
How can you just stand there
And act like nothings wrong
You havent even kissed me
Or held me for so long
Theres no lipstick on your collar
Theres no perfume on your clothes
Theres no number on a matchbook
But a woman always knows
A woman know without asking
A woman knows whats left unsaid
A woman knows when a mans been sleeping
In someone elses bed
I dont have all the answers
And you havent left a clue
But in my heart theres just no question
Youve found somebody new
A woman know without asking
A woman knows whats left unsaid
A woman knows when a mans been sleeping
In someone elses bed
When you refuse to talk about it
In your silence my suspicion grows
You dont have to paint a picture
Somehow a woman knows
You dont have to paint a picture
Somehow a woman knows
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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Messages Lost In A Lonely Night
Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep.
Is the sound of my nights cell phone messages.
As my lover finally comes within cell phone range.
My lover will find nine separate cell phone messages.
As she comes within range of this night’s pleading paging.
All those messages build to ask; compel her to come to me.
Message one was subtle and said
“Enjoy dancing and a few drinks tonight. My love,
If you need me I am only a phone call away.”
It had a picture icon of enjoying drinks.
Message two said “Where is my little froggy voice? ”
Because a week ago you were ill my love.
It had the picture icon of a happy party.
Because you were out on the town partying.
Message three sadly said “You should have visited me
tonight my love.” It had the picture icon of a sad face.
Message four said simply “I miss you!
Why did you not come to me my love? ”
It had the picture icon of the broken hearted lover.
Message five said “Put another log on the fire and come! ”
It had the picture icon of a dog warm and snugly at home.
Message six said “It is 12 o’clock Cinderella
quick run to me my love! ”
It had the picture icon of the magic of meeting a rabbit;
coming out of a magician’s hat. An excellent trick.
Message seven said “Why did you not come to me? ”
It had the picture icon, of a cute cuddly, teddy bear.
Message eight said “Your nightie is under
the pillow (in its place) beside me my love.”
It had the picture icon of a man happily winking.
Message nine disappointed said “You did not
come because you do not love me enough.
True love always finds a way.” It had the picture icon
of a cloudy rainy day. Because my love remained away.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I would finally renounce my delusional hypotheses and revert to thinking of myself as a human of more conventional circumstances and return to mathematical research.
quote by John Forbes Nash, Jr.
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People should think things out fresh and not just accept conventional terms and the conventional way of doing things.
quote by R. Buckminster Fuller
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You Don't Deserve My Love
You don't deserve my love
Those words to me she did speak
Then at that moment I just gave up
As she made my soul and heart feel weak,
I had giving her all that I had
And everything that she owned
And at me she was not happy or glad
She became a person I never known.
I had always put her first
As she was my woman and my wife
But then she always treated me worst
And never was she on my side.
She was giving her love unto others
And their was so many other men
And they all became her lovers
As she began to cheat all over again.
But for her I had tried and prayed
I loved her with all of my heart
But for other men she began to crave
And she tore my soul and mind apart.
She used and took advantage of me
And she taught her daughters to do the same
She planted the see of evil and dishonesty
And to me they all handed out sin and pain.
She was never a devout woman
And she cared for no one but herself
She will always do the sins she shouldn't
As she cares for no one else.
But one day she will be old and gray
And she will hear a voice from the sky above
Then finally on her knees to GOD she will pray
And to her GOD will say.. You don't deserve my love.
poem by Randy McClave
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Love walking
She who strives for the rest befor her
is she who is called a Woman.
Poetring her through words would demean her level of greatness.
A Woman is greater than words spoeken and wrighten.
A Woman is greater than a picture painted and imagned.
A Woman may think
he is hurting her
but yet he is half what a Woman is FACT!
Not looking in the fact that she is a WoMAN
A woman aquires within her far more greatnes than we can ever for feel.
A woman is a man with emotions expresed.
That makes woman the greatest leaving bing breathing.
If love could walk
it would walk as a WOMAN.
Happy WoMaN'S day.
poem by Sechaba Tsametse Tshepang Mokone
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Lost & Found Pt.2 - Found Child
A baby born into addiction,
Fighting for his life before it began.
Held by his mother just once in his life,
Then he is taken from her hands.
Taken to be given a chance
To be healthy outside and in.
A chance to grow big and strong,
Free from his mother's sins.
The child has a family now
And a very loving home.
They took him in for what he was
And raised him as their own.
Years have passed since his birth
And he questions who he really is.
Looking at his loving parents
He knows thier features are not his.
One night with the television on,
And his family sitting around,
The news man tells a story
Of a tragedy across town.
A woman found dead at home.
In her arm was a syringe.
The woman's picture flashed on screen
And made his mother cringe.
He could feel something too;
Some sort of strange connection.
Then he heard a soft whimper
Coming from his mom's direction.
He softly asked her what was wrong.
She couldn't look him in the eye.
She said I have someting to tell you son.
Then she began to cry.
All the questions you asked of us;
If you were ours, or another's.
You see, the woman who died tonight...
She was your true mother.
poem by Joseph A. Solis
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War of any kind is abhorrent. Remember that since the end of World War II, over 40 million people have been killed by conventional weapons. So, if we should succeed in averting nuclear war, we must not let ourselves be sold the alternative of conventional weapons for killing our fellow men. We must cure ourselves of the habit of war.
quote by Patrick White
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Back Row Of The Picture House (Fun Poem 31)
Sitting in the back row
of the picture house the other day,
as the lights went out
the lovers came out to play.
First it was arms around shoulders,
then came the closer move,
it was then the kissing began.
There was more action going on
in the seats in front of me,
than there was on the big screen.
At one point I thought,
I was at a wrestling match.
They need subtitles and an X rating
to describe what happened next.
As I do not have one,
I’ll let your imagination do it for me.
Now when the lights went on
during intermission time.
Each had gone back
to their corners of the ring,
but once the lights went out,
they started all over again.
What was happening off screen
was more interesting than what was on it.
Finally, the movie was over,
and I did not see one bit of it.
There was more happening in the seats
than there ever was on the screen.
Tomorrow I’ll have to come back again
to try to see the big picture through once again.
That will be the third time this week.
poem by David Harris
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Misty Water Woman
I was driving round, as the sun went down
When I came upon a lake, the sign said misty water
And standing there, with wet and tangled hair was a girl
She said her name was bo, she was a farmers daughter
I said get in, Ill take you home, you must be cold
Misty water woman
You never get to her
Misty water woman
You never get to touch her
And feel her near
It began to storm, and our talk grew warm
Till I stopped the car outside a cold and lonely place
I said were here
But she had disappeared
And on the seat was a pool of tears
And a handkerchief of lace
I did not see her leave
I was amazed
Misty water woman
You never get to her
Misty water woman
You never get to touch her
And feel her warm
I sped into the house,
It took her father and her mother to straighten me out
What was it all about
Please let me know
She looked sad, and he looked mad
And he said, yes youre right, once we had a daughter
Her name was bo, but that was long ago
Years have gone since she drowned at misty water
And the way he took it, took me by surprise
Misty water woman
You never get to her
Misty apparition
You never get to touch her
And feel her near
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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In the Dark I Sit
In the dark I sit
A picture on the wall
Eyes staring observing me
Talks to me tells me I’m valueless
A nothing a nobody
I yell at it tell it to stop
But it just ignores me
In the dark I sit
A picture on the wall
Eyes staring observing me
Talks to me tells me I’m valueless
I’m nothing a nobody
I try to ignore it I try to block out the voices
But I have to give in
In the dark I sir
A picture on the wall
Eyes staring observing me
Talks to me tells me I’m valueless
I’m nothing a nobody
I try not to listen try to deny it
But it speaks the truth
In the dark I sit
A picture on the wall
Eyes staring observing me
Talks to me tells me I’m valueless
A nothing a nobody
I begin to believe it begin to listen to the voice
But then I realize they come from within
In the dark I sit
A picture on the wall
Eyes shut now dead now
No longer speaks to me the picture is worthless
A nothing a nobody
It’s finally quite it’s finally peaceful
But now it’s just dark
poem by Eboni Paul
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