There's all body types, but there's just one size.
quote by Conor Oberst
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I grew up in Texas, but that was 20 years ago. Last year, in Fort Worth, they had hail the size of softballs. We're seeing more and more powerful storms, of all types, almost on a biblical level.
quote by Bill Paxton
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Somebody like Mailer brings to that role everything that he stands for. The types of characters that I gravitate towards, the types of icons, tend to have a heavy physicality in that way.
quote by Matthew Barney
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Part Of Sex
Sex
Is
very
Simple
B it
Of body...
With your
Hand and
Finger size
Of body...
Is sex...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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In Heaven, Color Does Not Matter
In Heaven, color does not matter;
There, there is no money, no color,
No hypocrisy, no quandary, no beauty,
No nepotism, no size and no celebrity.
On earth inequality reigns,
When it pours, it rains,
When it rains, it pours;
Different weather patterns
Warrant different types of doors
And different types of lanterns.
In Heaven, these are not necessary,
The temperature varies very often,
Every holy minute and divine second,
Keeping counts will be silly and crazy.
Believe me, there is no limousine
For earthly and mundane stars;
Everything under the screen
Shall become dust, including fancy cars.
In Heaven, color does not matter,
There, everybody is equal;
There is no king, no corporal,
No corrupt judge and no criminal lawyer.
In Heaven, one single iota matters: the soul,
Which always flies like a wingless writer.
Spirit has no color, no smell,
No shape, no life and no propeller.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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A conceptual map of genetic engineering art-voyage
PARENTS' BLOOD TYPES CHILDREN'S BLOOD TYPES
A+B AB or A or B
A+AB AB or A or B
B+AB A or B
B+O O or B
AB+O A or B
AB+AB AB or A or B
A+A A or O
B+B B or O
O+O O
conceptual poetry map+biology+metabolism+metaphysical voyage to known and more- than- I- know attitude formations
I've acted with all types, I've directed all types. What you want to understand as a director, is what actors have to offer. They'll get at it however they get at it. If you can understand that, you can get your work done.
quote by Ron Howard
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In A Town This Size
In a town this size, theres no place to hide
Everywhere you go you meet someone you know
You cant steal a kiss in a place like this
How the rumors do fly in a town this size
In a smokey bar in the backseat of your car
In your own little house someones sure to find you out
What you do and what you think
What you eat and what you drink
If you smoke a cigarette theyll be talkin about your breath
In a town this size, theres no place to hide
Everywhere you go you meet someone you know
You cant steal a kiss in a place like this
How the rumors do fly in a town this size
Oh, I had a fight with my girlfriend last night
Before the moon went down it was all over town
How he made me cry how I said goodbye
If its true or not doesnt seem to count alot
In a town this size, theres no place to hide
Everywhere you go you meet someone you know
You cant steal a kiss in a place like this
How the rumors do fly in a town this size
In a town this size in a town this size
song performed by by John Prine
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In A Town This Size (feat. Dolores Keane)
In a town this size, there's no place to hide
Everywhere you go you meet someone you know
You can't steal a kiss in a place like this
How the rumors do fly in a town this size
In a smokey bar in the backseat of your car
In your own little house someone's sure to find you out
What you do and what you think
What you eat and what you drink
If you smoke a cigarette they'll be talkin' about your breath
In a town this size, there's no place to hide
Everywhere you go you meet someone you know
You can't steal a kiss in a place like this
How the rumors do fly in a town this size
Oh, I had a fight with my girlfriend last night
Before the moon went down it was all over town
How he made me cry how I said goodbye
If it's true or not doesn't seem to count alot
In a town this size, there's no place to hide
Everywhere you go you meet someone you know
You can't steal a kiss in a place like this
How the rumors do fly in a town this size
In a town this size In a town this size
song performed by by John Prine
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One is valued for its future
Upcoming train is growing in size;
Down going train dwindle in size.
Incoming things look more than life size.
Outgoing things fade less than life size.
23.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Body To Body
Body, body, bo-bo-bo-body, body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
I love the way you make me feel
When you do what youre doing to me, oh
Touching me the way you do, you know, know youve got to feel it too
When you bodys next to mine, youve got me hypnotized
Body to body
Body to body
You know I like the way you do what you do when you do it to me, oh
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
Flowing through this magic night
I love to feel you hold me tight
You are the one thats right for me
You got me feeling tingaly
Share the night with stars above
I think Ive found this thing called love
Fever running through your eyes
You are my heavenly device
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
You opened up the world to me
You changed my life so tenderly
I know you are the only one
Youre brighter than the burning sun
Dont know where youre going to
I dont care as long as Im with you
That certain sparkle in your eyes
Has got me feeling oh so high
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
I like what you do when you do all those things to me
Body to body....
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Interesting
There are so many different types of interesting.
Maybe you were trying to use a euphemism.
Most people don't want to hear a dysphemism.
You might of thought it was irresistible.
Theres a opinion going around that it was unfashionable.
Maybe it was very very sad.
Oh no you didn't say is was very very bad.
No one got to hear anything except that it was very interesting.
Its too bad because you had so many types of interesting.
The Syphinx's Look (Stream I)
In a vacuum.
No sound to penetrate
without thinking they
Slid sliding into love,
Hip hopping out again
As easy as pie
Pi r squared.
As difficult to decypher
as the syphinx's look
Brought to book
All that mystery
and no, I know where to go
It wears me out
You know,
Go-
Go on find it, its there
Whilst I'm here
Do you hear there.
Their eyes lock
The key to their depair
Unable to stand they sit
Stare upon the stairs
With eyes that are all eyes
Mince pies.
Challanging the stereotypes
He types and types
What types he likes.
She bites the hand
But she not being fed is
Fed up so she eats,
Eats to forget the pain
They slip slide further apart
Hey break a heart,
That's the heart of the matter.
No matter.
P H Brookes Copyright 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Online Anonymity
The anonymity of Online poetry…
Is a blessing in disguise
No one knows the size of our nose
Or the color of our eyes
Whether we’re easy going…
Laid back types…or stuffy
Whether we’re a little overweight
Or better said, “a little fluffy”
We can write and post, cry and whine
Be meek or boast, be dull or shine
Let our artistic side show
Of which few acquaintances know
Thanks to the online anonymity …
you can expose yourself shamelessly
…In your poetry Online…
poem by David Whalen
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Alankar (Decor) -11
Symbol-Temple
He makes His abode
Huge much His size
The size of cosmos
Sized full His size
That room is small
But His holy house
He makes His abode
But full His size
Dim, dumb, mute occult
Lit hearts light Him
Leaning on a measure
He sleeps wide awake
Lonely boons line lot
Like Kupera for myself
My soul's hunting quest
VaiththaMaaNidhi peeks
(On a visit to Thirukoloor
one of the 108 Vishnu-shrines)
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Not A Pretty Sight
A poem should be a pretty thing
Or that is what I once thought
Really a poem touches you
Where you are and where you are not
As there's different types of touching
There's different types of poems
Some metered some rhymed
Some just a cry
As there's touching when you
Politely just want to get by
Then there's touching when you're
Afraid and think you're going to cry
Of course there's back slapping
Hand holding and warm embrace
Then there's that last touch
Just before the color leaves you face
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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The contour will speak
Don't project any part of your body
To look more than its size with the aid of pads.
People will guess them less than their sizes.
Don't expose any part of your body
In excess with the reduction of clothes.
People will value them less than their dues.
Your contour is enough to send signals
And earn you attention with due regard.
01.11.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nothing Is Lost
Nothing is lost,
Nothing is vanished..
But, the transformation
of energies occurs!
The body will be left
after death, the spirit,
must be added to air
to take new form......
As a candle burns
and decreases in size....
Our body too, burns
and burns, to be added
in another life,
after being fully burnt.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Daze
Bugs of all types,
Crawl on the wall.
They crawl onto my body,
And I just sit there.
I stare at the TV,
And ignore the bugs.
They crawl all over me,
Up on my face,
Down my legs,
On my arms,
Everywhere.
Someone comes in,
They see all the bugs,
Covering my body now.
They scream,
And try to get me uncovered.
I just sit there,
Doing nothing but watching,
The black screen.
Once they have me uncovered,
They shake me,
But I don't come out of my daze.
I sit there,
As they call nine-one-one.
Once they get here,
They try to,
Get me out of my daze.
But even they can't.
They just leave me there,
Sitting and staring,
At a black screen.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Talk Talk
I got me a complication
And it's an only child
Concern my reputation
As something more than wild
I know it serves me right
But I can't sleep at night
I have to hide my face
Or go some other place
No!
I won't cry out for justice
Admit that I was wrong
Stay in hibernation
'Til the talk subsides and gone
My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
I guess I'm down to size
To size
I can't seem to talk about
The things that bother me
Seems to be what everybody has
Against me! (ooh! ooh! ooh! yeah!)
Now here's my situation
And how it really stands
I'm out of circulation
I've all but washed my hands
My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
I guess I'm down to size
To size
Talk, talk
Talk, talk
Talk, talk
Talk, talk
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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What Do They Know?
They tell me my poetry lacks classicism.
This is for that eternally ambiguous "they."
Tonight in the heat
A green haiku is sprung new
What a kitsch art style
Tercets are difficult in any but Latin
So like Poe I'll turn Eden into Aiden and quatrain into quattrin
You thought only Dante could write in words of pure satin?
Speaking of, quatrains and types of verse-
Let us take a minute to converse
About types in this style, epic or pentameter
And therein know art so that we might greet her.
Yes, that just happened, forgive the meme.
But quatrains end in couplets about love and redemption extreme.
Forget the couplet I can keep going in an effort to glean
And remember this, truth form the dishonestly obscene.
Aye, that eternally ambiguous body of readers wants classicism
Look backwards; enjoy the art and more than that-
Enjoy the view of the dead.
Whitman set the stage,
It's not my fault if there is no place on it for you.
poem by Daniel Northcutt
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