My breasts are small and humble so you don't confuse them with mountains.
Shakira in The Guardian
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Small breasts
Small breasts are as much an asset; be proud.
The insecure only will seek large breasts.
Men of valour go for the handy ones.
Small breasts are an asset that humbles men.
21.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Whenever, Wherever
lucky you were born that far away
So we could both make fun of distance
Lucky that i love a foreign man for
The lucky fact of your existence
Baby i would climb the andes solely
To count the freckles on your body
Never could imagine there were only
Ten million ways to love somebody
Le ro lo le lo le
Le ro lo le lo le
Can't you see...i'm at your feet
Whenever, wherever
We're meant to be together
I'll be there and you'll be near
And that's the deal my dear
You're over, you're under
You'll never have to wonder
We can always play by ear
But that's the deal my dear
Lucky that my lips not only mumble
They spill kisses like a fountain
Lucky that my breasts are small and humble
So you don't confuse them with mountains
Lucky i have strong legs like my mother
To run for cover when i need it
And these two eyes are for no other
The day you leave will cry a river
Le ro lo le lo le
Le ro lo le lo le
At your feet...i'm at your feet
Whenever, wherever
We're meant to be together
I'll be there and you'll be near
And that's the deal my dear
You're over, you're under
You'll never have to wonder
We can always play by ear
But that's the deal my dear
Le ro lo le lo le
Le ro lo le lo le
We can fly, say it again
Le ro lo le lo le lo le
Tell me one more time
That you're there
Lost in my eyes
Whenever, wherever
We're meant to be together
I'll be there and you'll be near
And that's the deal my dear
You're over, you're under
You've got me head over heels
There's nothing left to fear
If you really feel the way i feel
Whenever, wherever
We're meant to be together
I'll be there and you'll be near
And that's the deal my dear
You're over, you're under
You've got me head over heels
There's nothing left to fear
If you really feel the way i feel
song performed by by Shakira
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Conceal to reveal
Breasts bare, breasts with bra,
Breasts revealing the cleavage,
Breasts under blouse with bare belly
And breasts with contour visible
Have their appeal up in that order.
The more one is left for imagination
The more the beauty will reveal.
06.12.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Humble People
Humble people
We both are
We are humble people
We are happy
We have someone that is watching out for us
Humble people
Are much happier than those who have too much
Humble people have little but they are happy
Humble people are rich in spirit
Humble people have more friends
Than those that are rich
We are not so materialistic either
Humble people
Like to enjoy other humble people also
That is the kind of people they mix with
Humble people don’t wear any expensive clothes
Humble people are good Christians
Humble people are hungry for the word of the Lord
poem by Aldo Kraas
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In the mountain
in the mountains its cold thats why i want you tby my side holding me, in the mountains around the campfire, i am wishing you could be at my side, hlding me. in the mountains by that small creek i am fishing but not for fish but for love from you. in the mountains i relaize i need and love you more than i thought i did
poem by Makayla Straight
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The Humble Hymn Book
The Humble Hymn Book
I am the humble Hymn book,
You may have heard of me before.
You’d see me on the seat in front,
Or maybe on the floor.
But now I’m mostly not in Church,
No more beneath your feet.
Because, you see, the times have changed,
And now I’m obsolete
I can’t seem to project myself,
In colours on the wall,
That clash with background graphics,
And words that are too small.
I don’t know how to show a verse,
Out of order or upside down.
Or jump between the choruses,
Like some demented clown.
(Perhaps that’s what they want these days,
And clearly I’m not ‘with it’.
But it isn’t what they used to call,
The moving of the Spirit)
I have no bulb or fuse to blow,
Just at the worship’s height.
I’m not troubled by a power cut,
Except perhaps at night
I wish I had some software,
To confuse a hapless aide.
Or cables draped across the floor,
To trip up some old maid.
One time, any humble soul,
Could give out a book like me.
But now it needs a graduate,
To handle the technology.
My contents are an open book
An ever flowing stream
Not limited by the dictates
Of a pre programmed worship team
(When thieves break into Church you know,
No value they see in me,
As well as the collection
They take the laptop and PC.)
Do I have a future then?
My prospects may seem hopeless
Who cares this low tech book contains
A treasure trove of witness?
I’ll sit here in this cupboard dark
With the years of gathering dust
But I’ll be ready, at your call
When your novelties are bust
poem by John Coldwell
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Jimmy Kane
Jimmy kane cant sleep at night
Sex in pain
Keeps me alive
You cant confuse yourself
They make you know what else
You cant fake it
You will never make it
You cant confuse yourself
They make you know what else
You cant fake it
You will never make it
Yeah
Youre to blame
For everything
Sex in pain
Keeps moving me
Keeps me
You cant confuse yourself
They make you know what else
You cant fake it
You will never make it
You cant confuse yourself
They make you know what else
You cant fake it
You will never make it
Yeah
song performed by by Muse
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The face is value giver.
To know which breasts are lovely
From the two pairs looking alike,
I must know whose breasts they are.
The breasts owe their value to their face.
31.01.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Then There Are The Mountains
On a mountain's peak is there peace?
Mountains that overlook the quiet prairie.
Mountains that borders life in rural counties.
Mountains chiseled by years of wind and rain.
Mountain winds creep keeping all secrets.
Mountains a kin to the lower hills of death.
Mountains at the height of glamour baked in sunshine.
Mountains that reach for more majestic planes.
Mountains giving to the ridges, valleys and cliffs.
Mountains in spring the fulfillment of adventure and dream.
Mountains which can shelter one from storm.
Mountains an enduring symbol in poetry.
Mountains which inhabit the calls of the wild.
Mountains of spectacle, below the bending roads between.
Mountains embracing, magnifying the sounds of river.
Mountains the stellar monuments of time.
poem by William Blackman
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Modesty counts
Breasts when hidden add value to the cleavage.
Breasts when hidden make the loins seductive.
Breasts when hidden add poise to the face
Breasts must be hidden to make men erotic.
25.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Confused
You confuse me
You used to take my breath away
Every time you siad hey
Now you confuse me
My head spins
I don't know where you been
But now I know what to do
And it has nothing to do with you
So when you call me next time
Just keep of mind You're' done confusing me
poem by Haley Fisher
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That Stands And Weeps...
i am the heart of stone,
the body of great mountains.
my feet speak their silent prayers,
my silence clothes their waiting.
i feel the passion, the beat of stone,
i am their embrace of both earth and sky.
you are the fire both hot and cool,
that defines the breath of their being.
i am the time only mountains know,
you the tick of the flesh born clock.
as eternity bows with humble need,
to know the intimacy that stands and weeps!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I do wish my breasts were bigger. Not big... but less small.
quote by Calista Flockhart
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The Moon To Weep
be it the petal of the flower...
or the edge of the blade.
love demands all,
and takes no prisoners.
be it the tongue,
or the pounding heart...
we leave no trace,
when the wave is gone!
whose history etched in silence?
choirs mourn without sound.
be it shadows or angels,
or demons set free...
they call it the last war,
will there be survivors?
who hears the oak tree fall,
in the deserted woods?
letters written by breasts,
whose milk gone bitter.
the soft light of the lamp,
shudders and caws.
small things bury strangers,
but thunder buries mountains.
and the scar on the sky,
causes the moon to weep!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Tophat, Cape and Evening Gloves
Please keep me humble.
Don't let me stumble on my arrogance.
Don't let my ego leave fumes of stench!
Please keep me humble.
And when I have risen to heights,
To pay much more than my rent.
Help me remember,
My talents have been to me God sent.
And He can remove all of my pretensions.
Especially those I flaunt...
Seeking attention I necessarily do not want!
Please keep me humble.
At least...
Until I have arrived to see the eyes of Oprah!
And only then will I pretend not to know you!
But as for now...
Keep me humble,
With my feet planted on the ground.
'I hope you are kidding? '
Me?
Of course.
Now toss me my tophat,
Cape and evening gloves.
I feel like taking a stroll,
Around the neighborhood!
Leaving those a glimpse...
And a taste of what's to come.
'And you believe that is being humble? '
Of course not!
I said 'Please keep me humble.'
Do you think I have any intentions,
To stay that way?
If I have to fall from a climb...
I am going to make sure I leave visuals!
I know what I want.
But I also know folks love to be entertained!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Last Moment
Surrounding mountains
With shady blue colors
Descending clouds
Kissing to the breasts of mountains
The sun sleeping evening
Harmonizing sensitive beauty
Birds flew with
leg behind night fall
A hard worked laborer
With a sack of retails
Walking along the road
And entered into a bar
Counting the money in the pocket
An Embarrassed couple
Creating a silhouette picture
Forgetting everything a side of the road
Darkness with time
Coming as a policeman
Chased way
Deleting the beauty and reality
poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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Twin Mountains In Marawi
the twin mountains in Marawi
from a distance as you sit calmly
in the sala of your house
your window overlooking
the misty morning
you shall see how perfect
are the breasts of the
virginal native brown
mountain woman
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Humble Daisy
Humble daisy
Form a chain to hold all battleships in check
Humble daisy
Knit a ladder down to natures sunken wreck
Ragged rug unbound
Tangle trip the lovers
Royal barge aground
Brighter than all of the others on the window sill
Ill sing about you if nobody else will
Humble daisy
Cast the milk and coins of mornings cash about
Humble daisy
I fell down to heaven as you picked me out
Well look up together
Browsing through some old sky
Sipping in the weather
Youve got me dizzy, the fly that climbed the sugar hill
Ill lay upon you till somebody else will
Humble daisy
Well look up together
song performed by by Xtc
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Humble Daisy
Humble daisy
Form a chain to hold all battleships in check
Humble daisy
Knit a ladder down to natures sunken wreck
Ragged rug unbound
Tangle trip the lovers
Royal barge aground
Brighter than all of the others on the window sill
Ill sing about you if nobody else will
Humble daisy
Cast the milk and coins of mornings cash about
Humble daisy
I fell down to heaven as you picked me out
Well look up together
Browsing through some old sky
Sipping in the weather
Youve got me dizzy, the fly that climbed the sugar hill
Ill lay upon you till somebody else will
Humble daisy
Well look up together
song performed by by Xtc
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To Lucasta on Choosing Peace
i am kind, tell me now my dear
i shall not go to war
i shall have a distaste for arms
i love your breasts
i love this peace of mind
Honestly, i do not have any mistress
not a foe anywhere
what for is the gun, the tanks and the nuclear warheads?
I will be consistent in my humble stand
and you shall adore
i love you so much
and i hate all these wars.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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