MAC gave me 55 lipsticks to test. These are the same lipsticks I got caught stealing by the police when I was 15. How ironic.
quote by Eddie Izzard
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It's a Girls Night
Shoes thrown everywhere searching for their matching pair.
Lipsticks in all places looking for their fitting lid.
Dresses scattered on the bed hunting for their perfect hanger.
A typical girls night.
Gentlemen’s women.
Wear not open ended shoes;
Nor revealing clothes, no hair
Colouring, nor danglers for ears,
No bright lipsticks, no jewels.
Gentlemen like such.women
20.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My big thing is to make sure the lipsticks taste good when you kiss. And, well, so far they taste pretty darn good.
quote by Patrick Dempsey
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She Never Wears High-heels
She never wears high-heels
She doesn't put on lipsticks
She has no care for her look
But she stands her ground.
Her hair is blowing
Dancing wet in the rain
She's not beautiful
But she won't back down.
Her eyes are sharp
Her dream is not high
Her words might not be savy
But she keeps them all her might.
Vienna, Washington DC-US
October 9,2005
Be of heart, not smart
If you return soon, you must better not come.
Don’t hurt my heart with mind elsewhere.
Come you must, forgetting the watch,
Come you must, leaving the schedules.
If talk nonsense, you must better not talk.
If say good-bye, you must better not say.
What is the use of hair-do,
Eye lines, cream, lipsticks, nail polish,
Tingling bangles, swinging eardrops,
Screeching frills?
Come you must as a snail, if not a rabbit.
Be true to your heart, don’t be smart.
29.08.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Beautiful Friends
Special tribute to Naidz Ladia and Maia Padua
Yes, beautiful friends, they are
Inside and outside
My cyber life line from afar
They are always on my side
They cheered me up, come high or low
Wearing lipsticks, pretty face have to go
What is essential is our interest
To read, and comment for the best.
Thank you dear ladies, when my time is up
In the other world i won't give up
Telling Jesus to take care the two of you
Because i know He loves you too.
Luv you, dear frenz..
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Traffic Jam: The Trap Of Traffic Light
It's not only test your luck, but also test your patience
It's not only test your guts, but also test your instinct
It's not only test your sanity, but also test your obedience to law
It's not only test your ethics, but also test your fidelity
It's not only test your sight, but also test your reflex
It's not only test your estimation of time, but also test your street knowledge
It's not only test your ego, but also test your kindness
It's not only test your control, but also test your awareness
It's not only test your attitude, but also test your responsibility
It's not only test your priority, but also test your humanity
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Aging and the run away adolescence
Fading make up and vanishing lipsticks
Brought her face into reality.
Your beauty is enormous and you covered purposely that
Half of your entire journey?
You are a blossom and nobody could steal you from the garden of life.
That corner bench must be reserved for us it seems
And let's have a sit and we could chat leisurely.
Yes, I come here tomorrow again if time permits?
Time is the most precious thing I remember my brother said once.
If you don't see me around not to be frightened Madam?
Just keep in your kind memory that you have met a pilgrim by accident.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I practised in London for Olympic Heats?
A beggar like old man once read my palm in a city Railway station and he predicted: You'll be a Pilot or a constant runner in your whole life.
Yes, It's getting closer the date,27th of July.
And I practised outside the Olympic stadium
on a lonely street for the 800 meters Relay?
Suddenly I was caught by a police officer
and he questioned me of my valid papers.
Then I said; 'Don't worry Sir!
I am one of your colonial cousins
and I never forget the hospitality.
I have participated the Royal Wedding
and the Queen's Diamond Jubilee
with my old Gabardine suit.
Don't you remember once you arrested me
under suspicion of stealing the Big Ben? '
They handcuffed me and I was awake
to the jerk & batton beating in the police car.
I asked my wife where my running shoes?
'O sorry darling! I left them in the police car.'
She's worried and brought the Sugar-meter
'Don't know whether you're getting the coma again? '
She looked embarassed!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Stealing Rosemary
If you need me
Ill be here
On my knees
On my knees
In the neighbors garden
Where the light is growing long
Stealing rosemary for you, my love
Its the tiny lies I tell
For you to please
You to please
Early in the morning
When the light is growing strong
Stealing rosemary for you, my love
Im stealing rosemary
Flowers crushing on my skin
Tuscan blue
All for you
Caught in rain and running
Home to you
Im coming home
Stealing rosemary for you, my love
Im stealing rosemary for you, my love
Stealing rosemary
song performed by by Bangles
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These Foolish Things
Jack strachey / harry link / holt marvell / eric maschwitz
A cigarette that bares a lipsticks traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
Still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you.
A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumblinwords
That told you what my heart meant
A fair ground painted swings
These foolish things remind me of you.
You came, you saw, you conquered me
When you did that to me
I knew somehow this had to be
The winds of march that made my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings but whos to answer
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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The mistrust
She gave me her wallet
And complained to the police
That I had stolen it..
She gave me her body
And complained to the police
That I'd raped her often.
Where has gone the trust
With which we were living
And without which we're sinking?
21.07.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Contract
I see with eyes
Not of my conception.
I steal sighs and weave why’s
Wrought from some disaffection with your
Wherefore’s and therefore’s, and buts
Ifs, ands, hands and thighs.
Am I to lie, dissatisfied
In tides of life’s distractions
With your ‘what’s more’s’, cricket scores
And less of interaction with your
Lipsticks and silk slips, and knees
Tongue, tights, slights and flaws?
This contract slips
Contrasting inclination
With my part clause, refer yours
Regarding dissipation of my
Needs, pleas, misdeeds, and tears
Ties, lies, sub-para four.
And in the end?
Our last is our disaster
For the dream cries, and love lies
In the bleeding alabaster of our
Silken skins and our lie-ins, where the pain
Pours, the same soars and sighs.
29 March 1977
poem by David Lewis Paget
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It's a strange message of vanishing moralities
A friend of mine told me about a strange telegram was sent by his late Aunt.
'Sonny! Be careful my dear wanderlust
As I had a bad dream on my sick bed
That you were caught by some police officers
Stealing 'Big Ben', The great bell attached to the 'Westminster Clock'
In the Parliament clock tower, London.'
*To the poetess Tai Chi Italy
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Order in the animal kingdom
Have you ever heard of a sheep-
that was a police officer?
arresting a lone wolf
for committing a murder
have you ever heard of a cow
that was a judge?
sentencing a pig
for stealing chocolate fudge
have you ever heard of an eagle-
that was a president?
flying above his subjects
watching over his residents
have you ever heard of a lion-
that was a wise king?
sitting on his majestic throne
looking after his surroundings
have you ever heard of a gorilla-
that was a government official?
serving for the common order
of the animal kingdom
have you ever heard of a monkey-
that was a published author?
writting in the news column
about this prevailing disorder
i've never seen any of that
thats why i say theres no order-
in the animal world,
and yet
they seem to have more order
than us humans...
ironic really
poem by Allen Steble
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This Suspect
He forcible had sex with her!
For he overpowered her in a struggle;
But this suspect was caught by the police after the victim reported the case.
Smelter,
Sultry,
Oppressive;
And like the dark thick forest!
But this suspect was caught by the police after the victim reported the case.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Spy-Catcher
Catch him while you can, as
Feeling as a manly man.
He is a criminal-entity, his is damnable end,
We are feel for heavy glory, heavenly reward.
Caught him in the alley as a beggar but a spy,
His espionage may be defeated by the CIA.
I had no cause for soldiers to come and demand my job,
Police do not deserve to come and rudely bring an end to this job.
Indeed the sadder part of this story is passed,
For the begging was caught and used to display anger
On the heavenly world, the entire spy-world.
The master-spy is put down by our police.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Barbie Doll
This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE stoves and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
You have a great big nose and fat legs.
She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
She went to and fro apologizing.
Everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs.
She was advised to play coy,
exhorted to come on hearty,
exercise, diet, smile and wheedle.
Her good nature wore out
like a fan belt.
So she cut off her nose and her legs
and offered them up.
In the casket displayed on satin she lay
with the undertaker's cosmetics painted on,
a turned-up putty nose,
dressed in a pink and white nightie.
Doesn't she look pretty? everyone said.
Consummation at last.
To every woman a happy ending.
poem by Marge Piercy
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Furnished And Burnished
My feet beat a rhythm across the Shopping Arcade floors,
and in through the swinging doors.
Up speeding lifts, to counters packed with attractive goods
and gifts.
Now, making straight for the place where there is glamour
for the face, one spies lipsticks by the score, so many
shades that one cannot but adore.
I must buy more.
That concealing blemish cream which smoothes on like a dream,
Is a must. They still stock it, I trust.
Eyebrow pencil in colour ‘blonde’, which just has to be donned,
and mascara in black.
I think I’m on the right track.
Some shadow for the eyes too, in gold, brown, silver, or blue.
It’s so reflective and so effective.
My countenance is now furnished and burnished. Such finesse.
And now I have to confess, that I am ready
to launch a new me, with a new philosophy.
So with my shopping complete, my feet retreat and beat
a rhythm across the Shopping Arcade floors,
and out through the swinging doors.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Kid's truth lands pop in soup
It was a bright summer’s day
And a man was driving his car
It seems he was crossing the speed limit
So it’s obvious the police weren’t far
The police chased him all the way
But the man had already reached his house
He admitted himself inside
Looking as terrified as a mouse
He asked his wife to tell
The police that he hadn’t come
And he concealed himself in the bedroom
Feeling depressed, scared and glum
The police arrived and asked the wife where he was
She said he wasn’t there
When her three year old daughter stepped up
With cheeks so chubby and fair
She piped up in her little voice,
“If you want to know just ask me
Daddy’s hiding in the bedroom
Why don’t you go and see? ”
The police caught the man
And asked him, “Well, what do you say,
It seems because of your own daughter
You are in trouble today”
The man just shook his head and said,
“I am to be blamed for this tumult
I always taught my daughter never to lie
And this is the result! ”
The inspiration for this poem came from an anecdote in Reader's Digest
poem by Risha Ahmed
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