There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don't need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.
quote by Audrey Hepburn
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Womanliness
! Womanliness
Observing without
Being observed
Is the womanliness.
Attending without
Embarrassing
Is the manliness.
Responding
In concealment
Is the womanliness.
Advancing
Without bruising
Is the manliness.
Yielding
Without showing
Is the womanliness.
Reaching
Without betraying
Is the manliness.
Getting caught,
As if by coercion,
Is womanliness.
Sudden jump
With a pretence
Is manliness.
Will live long then
Their love
Though fruiting
Is accidental.
Mere flowering too
Is fragrant!
03.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I don't know what sex appeal is. I don't think you can have sex appeal knowingly. The people who seduce me personally are the people who seem not to know they're seductive, and not to know they have sex appeal.
quote by Omar Sharif
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Sex Appeal
(r palmer)
Of all the girls in all the world
You got my number
Out the blue you created this obsessive desire
You steal my thunder
I cant resist your sex appeal
Youre kisses make me dizzy
The things you do you know they drive me out of my mind
I cant resist your sex appeal
You take it to the limit
Imagination running till
Its out of sight
You haunt my dreams
You make me fantasise
All of your moves, Ive got them memorised
Under your spell youve got me hypnotised
My body aches to make you satisfied
I cant resist your sex appeal
I lose my inhibitions
The way you move you make me feel
Completely wild
I cant resist your sex appeal
I knw you will deliver
You kiss my wildest dreams
Then take me out
When we make make love
Our bodies synchronise
We find the grooves and then we improvise
We lose ourselves within each others eyes
I long for you to share my appetites
I cant resist your sex appeal
Youre kisses make me dizzy
Imagination running till its out of sight
You take me right out of this world
Closer to heaven
How did you know how to capture all my secret desires
Now and forever
I cant believe
The way you tantalise
I love the way you take me by surprise
You turn me on
Its you I idolise
My body years to keep ypu satisfied
I cant resist your sex appeal
I lose my inhibitions
The way you move you make me feel
Completely wild
I cant resist your sex appeal
I know you will deliver
You kiss my wildest dreams then take me out
I cant resist your sex appeal
I cant resist your sex appeal
I cant resist your sex appeal
I cant resist your sex appeal
I cant resist your sex appeal
I cant resist your sex appeal
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Like No Other One
You've got me,
And I feel it's for real.
'Cause you've got,
IT...
That sex appeal.
You've got me,
And I know it's the real deal.
'Cause you've got,
IT...
That sex appeal.
And like no other one,
You've got that sex appeal.
And like no other one,
It is so real it heals.
And like no other one,
I know it's a steal!
And I've got it here,
And that for me is for real.
And like no other one,
You've got that sex appeal.
And like no other one,
It is so real it heals.
And like no other one,
I know it's a steal!
And I've got it here,
And that for me is for real.
You've got me,
And I feel it's for real.
'Cause you've got,
IT...
That sex appeal.
And like no other one,
You've got sex appeal.
And like no other one,
It's so real it heals!
You've got me,
With your sex appeal.
And it's the real deal for me,
'Cause that's the way I feel.
And like no other one,
You've got sex appeal.
And like no other one,
It's so real it heals!
And like no other one,
It is there and real and I feel it is a steal.
And like no other one,
You've got sex appeal.
And like no other one,
You've got sex appeal.
And like no other one,
You've got sex appeal.
And like no other one,
You've got sex appeal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fencing
The flower in my yard
has no appeal.
The flower that has appeal,
is in his yard.
The flower in my yard
to him has appeal.
The flower in his yard
for him has no appeal.
The fencing makes all the hell
11.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Standing There In The Rain
Standing there in the rain
crying through the pain
Standing there in the rain
its so dark no one thought
Standing there in the rain
i watch how all disappears
Standing there in the rain
i dropped to my knees
Standing there in the rain
no strenght to believe again
Standing there in the rain
i wish i can breath again
Standing there in the rain
Im no longer there
Standing there in the rain
wish i knew what to do
Standing there in the rain
the dark is waiting for me
Standing there in the rain
im getting stronger
No longer screaming
no longer believing
Standing there in the rain
i see someone staring
Standing there in the rain
its when the war began....
poem by Priscilla Colon
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Sex Appeal
Sex appeal is linked
With the level of sex hormones,
Which is in correlation
With sexual thoughts generated
From the opposite gender
by seeing, hearing, talking,
writing, remembering and flirting.
Sex appeal slows down aging.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A child's appetite for new toys appeal to the desire for ownership and appropriation: the appeal of toys comes to lie not in their use but in their status as possessions.
quote by Christopher Lasch
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Lower the standard
Touch up and make up appeal raw eyes.
Exaggeration is made for dull brains.
Simplification is made for low minds.
Mass appeal means the lowered standard.
10.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Run Like A Villain
Pop/du prey
Big dick is a thumbs-up guy
He shot a missile in the sky
It functioned just as advertised
Until the fire made him cry
Look into it later
When the dust is clearing off the crater
Run like a villain let the good times roll
Run like a villain to the sugar bowl
Run like a villain cause you cant adjust
To a saccharine suburb in the mush
Ive got some loving arms around me
Darker than the tombs of egypt,
Dumber than the crudest fiction,
Buried in a melting coffin
Nights like this appeal to me!
Tracy got an afghan, pedigreed,
Prescription shades and designer jeans
A sony walkman on her head
All she wants is to be fed
Run, run, run, cause youre soft
Run, run, but dont get lost
The shining moon the dead oak tree
Nights like this appeal to me
Ive got some loving arms around me
The shining moon the dead oak tree
Nights like this appeal to me
Ive got some loving arms around me
Trying to steal a moment of pleasantry
In this zzzzzombieee birdhouse
Run, run, run run like a villain
Let the good times roll
Run like a villain to save your soul
It cant be done I already know
So Ill run like a villain to the sugar bowl
Cause who you are nobody knows
Who you are nobody knows
You rings on your fingers
And bells on your toes
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Unripe Apples don't fall
Take time to prepare
and develop your idea
Norture it with care
This is my call
Unripe Apples don't fall
Unless you shake the tree
Standing tall
A bitter fruits taste
Only goes to waste
Like a rotten Apple
Down to the core
Try to dedicate
Think Straight
Proceed with emotions
Before your new introduction
An Apple has five seeds
Clear out all the weeds
This is my call
Unripe Apples don't fall
Unless you shake the tree
Standing tall
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Busheled Together
See those apples hanging ripe,
All yet to fall...
From that one tree.
Even though they appear,
To look the same...
If one should examine closer,
Each would have a unique and distinct...
Quality.
Although on that one tree,
One may declare...
Them to have similar identities.
Upon tasting from those apples picked,
One will come to a core...
With seeds inside of it.
And delicious is a sweetness,
When the juice is licked.
But when busheled together from that one tree,
Some may have blemishes.
While others upon inspection may be blemish free.
And all of them have been witnessed,
To be the product of the same tree.
See those apples hanging ripe,
All yet to fall...
From that one tree.
Even though they appear,
To look the same...
If one should examine closer,
Each would have a unique and distinct...
Quality.
And when busheled together,
They are all apples.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Exhortation About A Dog
i
the dog that licks my
feet
every morning after
i wake up
does not appeal to my
senses anymore
ii
the dog that licks my feet every morning after i wake up does not appeal to my senses anymore
iii
the dog
that
licks my
feet
every
morning
after
i wake
up
does
not
appeal to
my
senses
anymore
iv
but i must
allow it
still
because it is the law
between
the dog and me
and this
dogged
society
v
and so the dog still
licks my feet
every morning
and at night
i do not ponder about it
anymore
i do not ask
i have no questions
for asking
vi
the dog sleeps with me
at night
in my bed
and spreads her legs like
a spoiled
prostitute
and she is confident
that i cannot kill her
because that is the
law between us
and dogs
vii
and society keeps guard
on this
and if i continue
having this dog's tongue lick
all over my body
and feed her well
and make her a part of my
life
till death do us part
then society
shall have a thousand hands
clapping
for my obedience
and fidelity
viii
my honest neighbor
(who does not want to be mentioned here says
that actually)
she's one kind of a typical
bitch
(and i will neither confirm nor deny
it, but please do not tell
anyone about it)
that is the law.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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After Apple Picking
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still.
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.
I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the water-trough,
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and reappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
And I keep hearing from the cellar-bin
That rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking; I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall,
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised, or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.
poem by Robert Frost
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What I have done is to show that it is possible for the way the universe began to be determined by the laws of science. In that case, it would not be necessary to appeal to God to decide how the universe began. This doesn't prove that there is no God, only that God is not necessary.
quote by Stephen Hawking
Submitted by Catalin Popescu
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Tree's Love
Tree's are
Loving
The rain....
Rain all
Most come
Again and again come's
For sea dipression
People are shouted
The rain...
'what is this rain...? ! '
Are some thing....
But...
Green full tree's
Take bath and refresh
Dance with air...
Drops are rain
Little little bit
Nicely kiss too kiss
The tree's body's
And leave's enjoy...!
With rain drops kissess...
Enjoy the tree's too love
Rain is the life of tree's
Tree' s is the life of rain...!
So...
Love the tree's for rain...? ! ? ? ! ! !
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Standin In The Rain
(concerto for a rainy day...)
(rain...)
Im standing in the rain
Im waiting all alone
Im so tired
I wanna go home.
Im standing in the rain
Getting soaking wet
Im doing my best
But what do I get?
Im standing in the rain
Cant seem to get along
People rushing by
Wish they could hear my song.
Im standing in the rain
Its teeming down on me
Cats & dogs
I wanna be free.
Im standing in the rain
Doing my thing
Im trying my best
What does it bring?
Im standing in the rain
Getting soaking wet
Im doing my best
But what does it get?
The good intentions and the pain
Lay drowned now in the pouring rain
I tried to be so good this time
But here I am under the sky.
The good intentions and the pain
Lay drowned now in the pouring rain.
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Fulfilment
When I am dead I want to be
buried without ceremony.
As nourishment to feed a tree
that’s planted in my memory.
I just express the way I feel.
Gravestones are cold have no appeal.
A living tree is much more real
Than any monumental deal
The carcase that I leave behind
bereft of life is deaf and blind
was never me but was designed
to keep my spirit close confined.
Death cut the strings and turned me loose
My spirit now completely free
What’s left is of but little use
except perhaps to feed a tree.
22-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Giving Tree
Once there was a tree....
and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunk
and swing from her branches
and eat apples.
And they would play hide-and-go-seek.
And when he was tired,
he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree....
very much.
And the tree was happy.
But time went by.
And the boy grew older.
And the tree was often alone.
Then one day the boy came to the tree
and the tree said, 'Come, Boy, come and
climb up my trunk and swing from my
branches and eat apples and play in my
shade and be happy.'
'I am too big to climb and play' said
the boy.
'I want to buy things and have fun.
I want some money?'
'I'm sorry,' said the tree, 'but I
have no money.
I have only leaves and apples.
Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in
the city. Then you will have money and
you will be happy.'
And so the boy climbed up the
tree and gathered her apples
and carried them away.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time....
and the tree was sad.
And then one day the boy came back
and the tree shook with joy
and she said, 'Come, Boy, climb up my trunk
and swing from my branches and be happy.'
'I am too busy to climb trees,' said the boy.
'I want a house to keep me warm,' he said.
'I want a wife and I want children,
and so I need a house.
Can you give me a house ?'
' I have no house,' said the tree.
'The forest is my house,
but you may cut off
my branches and build a
house. Then you will be happy.'
And so the boy cut off her branches
and carried them away
to build his house.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time.
And when he came back,
the tree was so happy
she could hardly speak.
'Come, Boy,' she whispered,
'come and play.'
'I am too old and sad to play,'
said the boy.
'I want a boat that will
take me far away from here.
Can you give me a boat?'
'Cut down my trunk
and make a boat,' said the tree.
'Then you can sail away...
and be happy.'
And so the boy cut down her trunk
and made a boat and sailed away.
And the tree was happy
... but not really.
And after a long time
the boy came back again.
'I am sorry, Boy,'
said the tree,' but I have nothing
left to give you -
My apples are gone.'
'My teeth are too weak
for apples,' said the boy.
'My branches are gone,'
said the tree. ' You
cannot swing on them - '
'I am too old to swing
on branches,' said the boy.
'My trunk is gone, ' said the tree.
'You cannot climb - '
'I am too tired to climb' said the boy.
'I am sorry,' sighed the tree.
'I wish that I could give you something....
but I have nothing left.
I am just an old stump.
I am sorry....'
'I don't need very much now,' said the boy.
'just a quiet place to sit and rest.
I am very tired.'
'Well,' said the tree, straightening
herself up as much as she could,
'well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting
Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest.'
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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From A Suggested But Wrong Tree
They've been reaching to grab apples,
From a suggested but wrong tree.
They chose to accept,
Their own offerings not as competitive.
And...
Their own apples just as sweet.
And far more delicious to nourish and eat.
They have been conditioned to ignore,
The brightness of their own colors...
Many others said they adored.
Letting those apples dropp and rot.
Only to discover too late,
The weakness of their branches...
That could have sustained them to enhance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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