I derive no pleasure from talking with a young woman simply because she has regular features.
quote by Henry David Thoreau
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Woman Vavroovahana Patra
Woman is a Ganga on Earth;
Is a rivulet of mirth.
Ganga mingles with Ocean enthusiastically;
Derives salvation delightfully.
Husband’s kiss, embracement is woman’s delight;
With peace she surrenders on the feet of Almighty.
The sweet souls derive peace and pleasure;
Are lovely creatures in the lap of Nature.
The new creation smiles delightfully;
Both praise God peacefully.
Woman is a Creator;
Is lovely family’s operator.
Women’s chastity, bravery dazzles in history in golden letters;
They inspire the nation providing pleasure.
Woman is a wonderful creature;
Tranquilises the weary lover.
Woman is respected in the society;
Is a paragon of Beauty.
Her love allures day and night;
Prays for husband on the feet of Almighty.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Famous Moive Poem - Roshomon
she keeps on talking
about the woman
with the long hair
he keeps on talking
about the man with
the beautiful samurai sword
she keeps on talking
about the shaman
he keeps on talking
about the murder
we found in our midst
a woman who is a hairdresser
a man who collects swords
a woman who practises yoga
and a man who is writing
writing a murder novel
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Woman Before Me
(written by jude johnstone)
I can see you turn away
When I ask what for
You say it isnt anything
But Im not sure
Somethin underneath the skin
Wont let you be
And you try to keep it in
But I can see
The woman before me
Must have been hard on you
cause that hurt in your eyes
I never put you through
Sometimes I think
You must be talking to
The woman before me and you
Sometimes in an argument
It will show
When you go a little farther than
You meant to go
I know you dont mean the things
That you say
I just wanna ease the pain
Thats in your way
The woman before me
Must have been hard on you
cause that hurt in your eyes
I never put you through
Sometimes I think
You must be talking to
The woman before me and you
If there are sorrows that bring back a tear
Dont let them keep us apart
You ought to know youve got nothing to fear
Here in my heart
cause you and I will never be
Like the past
Whatever kind of memories
That you have
Nothins gonna hurt you now
Cant you see
I already made a vow
That I can keep
But the woman before me
Must have been hard on you
cause that hurt in your eyes
I never put you through
Sometimes I think
You must be talking to
The woman before me and you
Sometimes I think
You must be talking to
The woman before me and you
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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Conjugal Love Vavroovahana Patra
Woman’s love is wondrous;
With congratulation contents comrades’ desires.
Wonderful embracement enhances passion;
Wondrous creature allures lover’s attraction.
Wife’s Kiss provides peace;
Worries evaporate with her sweet wish.
Weekly holiday with wife brings pleasure;
world smiles with conjugal love with pleasure.
Wise woman shows right path;
Woman’s beauty is a brook of mirth.
Weary husband enchants with embracement;
Warmth of love provides rays of merriment.
Worshipping God couple derive delight;
Way to peace becomes cosy chanting hymns with gaiety.
Work of woman with sacrifice dazzles in history;
Woman’s chastity is endowed with purity.
Woman, a social servant is a Deity;
Wife’s service is perennial, provides gaiety.
Wife and husband’s love is Eternal on Earth;
Woman is a Beauty, a melodious Brook of mirth.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Sins and pleasure
Pleasure of sins lures me to sin.
Sins of pleasure follow me in.
I sow sins to harvest pleasure
And sow pleasure to harvest sins.
Virtues might promise me pleasure
But it is sins that assure of it.
Sins are the food meant for senses.
Virtues are the food made of ego.
I do sins to derive pleasure
And then repent to cleanse my soul.
Virtues I stay with; sins I flirt with.
29.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fundamental Of Liar Chapter CXVIII: I’m Just Talking To Myself
I’m not talking to you
I’m not talking to anyone
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not grumbling
I’m not cursing
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not insane
I’m not in trance
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not mocking
I’m not threatening
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not sharing secret
I’m not hiding something
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not mad
I’m not in rage
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not jealous
I’m not envious
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not afraid
I’m not in pessimism thought
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not whining
I’m not complaining
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not depressed
I’m not in foul mood
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not blaming
I’m not accusing
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not in denial
I’m not in confusion
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not informing
I’m not warning
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not against you
I’m not rebelling
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not help you
I’m not assist you
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not running some plot
I’m not in a mischief plan
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not in great grudge
I’m not in revenge mind
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not suspicious
I’m not curious
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not saying sorry
I’m not saying thank you
I’m just talking to myself
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Apoem of his smile (The seventh smile)
He's smile is from other worlds,
or a world that exists in my dreams.
It's so beautiful that it hurts,
when it's constantly changing as it seems.
It's more eloquent every day,
though there is a smile for every situation.
And each smile sweep me away,
when he smiles for me on every occasion.
He has six smiles,
one if his cheeks blushed all in red.
And one on the regular whiles,
when he laughes to some thing's said.
And when he talkes to a girl,
he smiles when he talks of his family.
But he has no smile for who's in a whirl,
he has no smile when he talks of me.
Still there is a smile when he lies,
and the same smile when he pretends.
The sixth smile lights up his eyes,
as he's day dreaming or talking of his friends.
Some times a smile confuse with another,
but he maybe smiling for other things.
Still i can tell the difference and no other,
can ever tell what every smile brings.
I wish he has a secret smile,
like the one i have of him only.
When i stare at him for a while,
and linger his features if i'm lonely.
They told me i have three,
when i laugh at some thing was said.
And when i smile but in me,
i think some thing is silly but in my head.
And when i smile just to shut,
some one up, if i'm really tired or sad.
But for the one i love a lot,
there is a fourth smile for who drives me mad.
I have four smiles,
but there is one only for you.
Three of them on regular whiles,
when i wish that you have a seventh smile for me too...
What is the love of a woman
What is the love of a woman
that I simply don't understand
for when I speak she captures my breath
and her heart flutters deeply inside her chest
like a small bird that trembles inside the nest
What is the love of a woman
What is the love of a woman
that I simply cannot work out
for when I kiss her my senses she grasps
and her body feels faint for the want of a gasp
like a butterfly wishing the summer would last
what is the love of a woman
What is the love of a woman
that I simply wont be without
for when I caress her she captures my mind
with a passion and fire of a volcanic kind
like a bee in a rapture of honey he finds
what is the love of a woman.
poem by Charles M. Moore
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I contend that every woman has the right to feel beautiful, no matter how scrambled her features, or how indifferent her features.
quote by Marie Dressler
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Nature and Mother Vavroovahana Patra
The sky is cloudy;
The weather is chilly.
The morn is beautiful;
Mind is delightful.
Chilly breeze blows silently;
I enjoy the beauty gaily.
Mother smiles on the altar;
Provides peace pleasure.
In cool climate I pray mother;
Mind derives peace, pleasure.
She is the Eternal Truth;
Provides peace, mirth.
I pray mother silently;
Her blessings showers naturally.
Behold Mother everywhere;
Her omnipresence provides pleasure.
Mother smiles on the sands of river;
Attracts devout poets with pleasure.
Her blessings tranquilises our minds daily;
Praying, our minds enchant with peace gaily.
I silently surrender on the flowery feet;
Her blessings is an ocean of Delight.
Singing her devotional songs derive peace;
Praying the absolute Truth derive Divine Bliss.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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We get information in the mail, the regular postal mail, encrypted or not, vet it like a regular news organization, format it - which is sometimes something that's quite hard to do, when you're talking about giant databases of information - release it to the public and then defend ourselves against the inevitable legal and political attacks.
quote by Julian Assange
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The role of hormones
Fair skin, fine features and high breed
Are of no helps for a woman
Unless she’s got enough hormones.
She would hardly excite a man.
Dark skin, core features and low breed
Aren’t hurdles for a woman
If she’s got excess hormones.
She would be a sex bomb to men.
06.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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So I'm a young boy in the 1940s growing up, seeing Ralph Bunche on a regular basis, seeing Duke Ellington on a regular basis. We know that these people are famous. They're living in the same community as we live in. They go to the same stores and shops.
Puppy And I
I met a Man as I went walking:
We got talking,
Man and I.
'Where are you going to, Man?' I said
(I said to the Man as he went by).
'Down to the village, to get some bread.
Will you come with me?' 'No, not I.'
I met a horse as I went walking;
We got talking,
Horse and I.
'Where are you going to, Horse, today?'
(I said to the Horse as he went by).
'Down to the village to get some hay.
Will you come with me?' 'No, not I.'
I met a Woman as I went walking;
We got talking,
Woman and I.
'Where are you going to, Woman, so early?'
(I said to the Woman as she went by).
'Down to the village to get some barley.
Will you come with me?' 'No, not I.'
I met some Rabbits as I went walking;
We got talking,
Rabbits and I.
'Where are you going in your brown fur coats?'
(I said to the Rabbits as they went by).
'Down to the village to get some oats.
Will you come with us?' 'No, not I.'
I met a Puppy as I went walking;
We got talking,
Puppy and I.
'Where are you going this nice fine day?'
(I said to the Puppy as he went by).
'Up to the hills to roll and play.'
'I'll come with you, Puppy,' said I.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Regular Guy
Im the kind of guy a girl takes home to mom
Pleated khaki pants, and cologne thats the bomb
(you sure smell perty)
Shake her dads hand
Look him in the eye
And tell him straight up Im just a regular guy (ill have her home by 9 sir)
Im a regular guy who stays out of trouble( let me get that for you mam)
A regular guy says mam on the double( Im on it)
Im a regular guy just like dawsons creek
A regular guy just dont call me a geek, a geek yeah
But sometimes I remember what got me here
It was friday and cussing
Back off Im in a boy band
And showing no fear
I watch jay leno (hes funny) 7th heaven too
And I ask myself sometimes what would jesus do
Grab me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
Im buds with my mom
And I hang out with my dad..hes my buddy
I play everything safe so Ill never be sad (boo hoo)
Im a regular guy who stays out of trouble( let me get that for you mam)
A regular guy says mam on the double( Im on it)
Im a regular guy just like dawsons creek
A regular guy just dont call me a geek, a geek yeah
Dont push me.
Damnt sometimes I wanna smash things up
Jacked up and wrapped upIm in a boy band.. a boyband
And have to pee in a cup
Im a regular guy who stays out of trouble( let me get that for you mam)
A regular guy says mam on the double( Im on it)
Im a regular guy just like dawsons creek
A regular guy just dont call me a geek, a geek yeah
song performed by by 2gether
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Understanding the mind of a young woman
You cannot understand the mind of a young woman
Its like a religion
Facts and myths are told
Always beyond comprehension
You will figure out the facts
Small, little facts
Through the years of being together
Yet when you gather
Will your fellow man
(O so much better!)
Every single fact you tell is different from another
A man will tell a fact of a woman,
another man will say it is not true
And tell them his own facts
In which another argument will pursue
I shall explain more simply
Why it is pointless to understand the mind of a young woman
Because all women are different!
Men have the same mind
Women are individuals
She has her own feelings, experiences-
Secrets…
The mind of women is not for men to know
Because it is ours alone
Only women possess this gift
Or curse some may call it
To understand the mind of a woman
You must be one of our own
So if you wish to be one of our own
You may ask us, the secrets of a woman
If not
Don’t even try
poem by Fidelis Patronus
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The extreme pleasure
Pleasure of luxuries,
Pleasure of victories
Or pleasure of any other kinds
Cannot stand against
The pleasure of conquest of woman,
For all potential men.
29.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Sad Story About A Plight Of A Woman On The Other Side Of The World
he is talking to
a woman on the other side of
the world
a world that he cannot
feel
because he never saw
it
neither is the woman
since
she is on the other side
of the world
he was never there
he knows a lot
about her
he was told by so many
who tell him
that she lives with them
for a while
he hears everything about
those foul things about her
but he never smells them
can foul be foul when he only
hears it?
can a sense of smell be simply
heard?
while they were talking on the phone
she hints about how her lover
rejected her
about how her father abused her
how her mother abandoned
all of them
for another man
how their house was foreclosed
and how they have to move
to another place
again and again
how she had to sleep with other men
to make a living
etcetera etcetera
it was a long conversation
and it was then that he felt her
a madness not of her own causing
but of society as a whole
when she was finished
he nodded, for now
he understood.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When I think of talking, it is of course with a woman. For talking at its best being an inspiration, it wants a corresponding divine quality of receptiveness, and where will you find this but in a woman?
quote by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
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When I think of talking, it is of course with a woman. For talking at its best being an inspiration, it wants a corresponding divine quality of receptiveness, and where will you find this but in a woman
quote by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
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