Pearl
Stone in the mouth
Rings of the ears
Glitter on the skin
Ball at the eyes
Nothing for the nose
Pure from the heart
Question?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The sixth sense
Eyes are there to steer the way;
Ears are there to tell the way.
Nose to sense the danger, tongue
To select food and skin to feel heat.
I direct my eyes to see women,
Ears to hear them, nose to smell them,
Tongue to kiss them and skin to toss them.
Is it due to sixth sense or starvation?
18.03.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Snorkling At Crocodile Island
you jump into the sea
with a wish
to sea the world of the fish
blue and green
and some bubbles
and slimy and slim
and slippery
to hold
you open your eyes
to the world of seaweeds
and sea urchins
you find something different now
the world where you do not utter a word
to describe
if something is beautiful
you find something's shut
up
your ears and nose and mouth
you open your eyes
to the possibility that in the world so beautiful
as inside the sea
you need not have a nose
a mouth, two ears
because beauty need not be said
they can only be
seen
and contemplated upon.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Angel's Restraining Order
Through my eyes
I see your beautiful face
A seraphim's promise
I watch your hips
move in heavenly grace
Through my ears
I hear a masterful chorus
spoken in words
detailing the simplest conversation
and I rejoice
in your laughter
Through my touch
I feel your silky skin
arousing my being
O how hard it is
to end the press
of this skin on skin contact
Through my nose
I smell your rosie odor
piercing the air in which
I breathe
penetrating my memory
locking you in forever nostalgia
But when I open my mouth
I utter a few words
and through all your senses
I'm perceived as a creep
poem by Justin Tallman Gonzalez
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No Distrust
Then the eyes distrusted the other parts,
The solution was that the eyes could see,
Then ready were the ears to be sweethearts,
Tomorrow our nose desired an ability.
When sentences are made to offer new meaning,
I decide so many are given to the face,
To submit them I see how I am cleaning
My nose and eyes, and my ears in case.
Tense are the breaths we command,
To disregard the pleasure and demand.
poem by Naveed Akram
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How Is It Possible ?
When no iota of dust can stay in eye
Without making its presence realized.
No hair can enter the mouth stealthily
Without astounding the alert guards.
No ant can run on skin without a quake
No fly can rest on hair without burdening
No draft of wind can pass without a shake
No slight sound can enter ears without hearkening.
Then how is it possible that an idea evil
Enters a pure heart without an explosion
And innocent eyes fail to cavil
About the fatal abominable delusion.
poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai
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Zipper my tongue
notice me not; i am zipper by the fence of
my teeth and close by the lips, protected by two
holes beneath the two big eye balls rap with color
little hair, to feel it shiny tiny cloth of skin to tell
why keep in talking if the heart can't improve
good silent, and why the nose always breathing
when, the same air, feel in the air, would it's not
easy for the ears listen and talk to the wind after
the dawn of silent
sleep my dear heart; let us always open the mouth
and touch the teeth for every silent the tongue will
speak; for each return claps the hands where the pin
is on
what then the little heart tell, when the big blind
mouth says that; the waiting is over for everything is
ready to a harder fight, and win a better glorious
victory, its not the right aim yet, the best shoot it
gain
stop my apology; the same things happen again,
please switch a new beginning for my awesome
heart zipper my tongue forever......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Face Value
For seeing your eyes, the sun is shining
For looking your hairs, the moon is brighting
Your nose is likely a little summit,
Which touches my soul like the heart-beat.
There is no question about your mouth,
Which is smiling continously without any doubt.
Your cheeks are more sweet than the cream of ice,
Which makes me alive.
Your face is most beautiful in the universe,
This poem is only for my love...
poem by Kumarjeet Basu
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This is my sorrow...
The women of your age I train my eyes on
Remind me of you through some resemblances
And some violent contrasts now and then.
Nose studs and ear drops I see in the shops
Catch my eyes and bring to my view your face.
I imagine the stud worn on your nose
And with that how your nose would tempt my lips.
I imagine the drops hung from your ears
And with that how your ears would prompt me.
When I am lonely you are in my thought;
I dream of passing my hand through your hair
And gazing into your eyes full of love.
To bring this about, I must conquer Fate
As I accuse myself of cowardice.
I have no courage nor propriety
Even to let you know my feelings.
This is my sorrow that cripples my mind.
This is my agony underlining.
02.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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This is my sorrow
The women of your age I train my eyes on
Remind me of you through some resemblances
And some violent contrasts now and then.
Nose studs and ear drops I see in the shops
Catch my eyes and bring to my view your face.
I imagine the stud worn on your nose
And with that how your nose would tempt my lips.
I imagine the drops hung from your ears
And with that how your ears would prompt me.
When I am lonely you are in my thought;
I dream of passing my hand through your hair
And gazing into your eyes full of love.
To bring this about, I must conquer Fate
As I accuse myself of cowardice.
I have no courage nor propriety
Even to let you know my feelings.
This is my sorrow that cripples my mind.
This is my agony underlining.
02.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love & Girl (Argonelle)
Why love?
I see your eyes glitter
sky-blue full of sparkling pure light
pretty deep, secretive and bright
I see your eyes glitter.
Why girl?
Your glance now is soulless
as if all of life is missing
without any feeling closing
your glance now is soulless.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sense of senses
If my feeling going nauseous
I’ll breathe the rain scent that fills my nose
Rather than the cold that kills me
If my breath going lost
I’ll taste the sweet promise that kisses my tongue
Rather than the ache than hungers me
If my tongue going tied
I’ll look at the bright smile that holds my eyes
Rather than the bitter that chokes me
If my eyes going blind
I’ll listen to the gentle sound that tickles my ears
Rather than the darkness that surrounds me
If my ears going deaf
I’ll feel the warm sun that touches my skin
Rather than the silence that shrinks me
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Heaven In My Mouth Tonight
Oh...
Heaven is in my heart
Oh...
Heaven is in my heart
Oh...
Heaven is in my heart
Oh...
Heaven is in my heart
Oh....
Heaven is in my heart
The Kingdom of our God is here
Heaven is in my heart
The presence of his majesty
Heaven is in my heart
And in his presence joy abounds
Heaven is in my heart
The light of holiness surround
Heaven is in my heart
Oh...
Heaven is in my heart
Oh...
Heaven is in my heart
Oh....
Heaven is in my heart
We are a temple for his throne
Heaven is in my heart
And Christ is the foundation stone
Heaven is in my heart
He will return to take us home
Heaven is in my heart
The Spirit and the Bride say come
Heaven is in my heart
Oh...
Heaven is in my heart
Oh...
Heaven is in my heart
Oh....
Heaven is in my heart
Oh...
Heaven is in my heart
Oh...
Heaven is in my heart
Oh....
Heaven is in my heart
1991 Graham Kendrick
The following is my rewrite of the song lyrics posted above.
A rewrite of the song, Heaven Is In My Heart by Graham Kendrick
Oh...
Heaven in my mouth tonight
Oh...
Heaven in my mouth tonight
Oh...
Heaven in my mouth tonight
Oh...
Heaven in my mouth tonight
Oh....
Heaven in my mouth tonight
The king of all sex gods is here
Thrusting sheer bliss
Heaven in my mouth tonight
His oh so lovely errection is sheer majesty
Thrusting ecstasy
Heaven in my mouth tonight
And with that sexy 10 inches plus pounding
I find my joy and lust abounding
When he slides in nice and thick
Heaven in my mouth tonight
The bright lights of a dozen webcams surround
To capture every last erotic detail of him pulsing
Heaven in my mouth tonight
Oh...
Heaven in my mouth tonight
Oh...
Heaven in my mouth tonight
Oh....
Heaven in my mouth tonight
I am the temple where anytime he likes
He can stick his throne
To make me moan and groan
Pleasuring in
Heaven in my mouth tonight
Slurp, slurp, slurping on his loaded stone
Gets me hot everytime he shoves
Heaven in my mouth tonight
He's married but every other weekend night
When his wife is away
I still go over to play at his not so holy home
Where after we do it doggystyle
He loves to melt
Heaven in my mouth tonight
Oh yea, yea
Whenever my man tells me to come
I obey
Begging on my knees for more, more, more
Heaven in my mouth tonight
Oh...
Heaven in my mouth tonight
Oh...
Heaven in my mouth tonight
Oh....
Heaven in my mouth tonight
Oh...
Heaven in my mouth tonight
Oh...
Heaven in my mouth tonight
Oh....
Heaven in my mouth tonight
2009 Ramona Thompson
poem by Ramona Thompson
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The Stone That You Love
you are unique
for having loved a stone
how did the stone
entice you?
are you seduced by
its silence?
are you tempted by
its solitude?
you take the pain
poking the stone to
your heart
and you bleed
you rub the stone
in the skin of your body
hoping that someday
the stone may have
feelings and
love you
but this is all useless
the stone is a stone is a stone
and there is no love
in its blank stare
there is no softness in its
belly
i ponder upon this
and come to think of it
you and the stone
are the same
on this hardheadedness
this futility
this numbness
this suffering without end
the stone can never give
a part of its cracks
it will never part with its
dust
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When Ears Don't Listen and Eyes Don't See
why we have two ears that can't be naturally closed
but we less listening than talking
why we have one mouth that technically is not locked
but we speak nothing less than complaint
why we have two hands that carved beautifully
but we use it to hurt someone we love
why we have two eyes that sparkling wide
but you only look at me from one side
are your hands made to close your ears
and your eyes are blind to see damage
are your hands made to lock your mouth
and you are scared to accept truth
why we have two legs that walk graciously
but you always step away from me when I try to get closer
why we have one heart that we keep sacredly
but we can't control to whom it belongs
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Got The Ball
gaping head divided half-thought
half-work of my hands look straight to the eyes looking at you
a ping-pong
existence of wrinkled hands the ball stops
in midspace words attempt a beginning the ten fingers grab
reality the eyes and the nose united in partnership
something fishy and illuminated
the ball is in your hand now
you are in control of your heart keep it your fingernails stuck on the surface of her skins
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Open mouth
Open mouth
East west
North south,
Ears eyes
Nose tongue
Keep silence
Permission only
To the monk.
Nothing to hear
Nothing to see
Nothing to smell
Only feel
And tell.
You are only here
To make a tale
Out of this heaven
Out of this hell.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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No hearing no smelling
No hearing no smelling
Ears eyes nose tongue
Not mine.
We are here to
Make this world heaven
We are here to tell
Without mouth.
Only seeing is
Your work
And we are to
Wander here
East west
North south.
Feeling is only ours
Through this poem
I want to say
Who care.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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No charm without entrance
Eyes, mouth, nose, ears, navel, nipple, groin,
And buttocks are all the lineaments
Of a woman that revert men’s attention.
Why? All have inlets to let in your passion.
The Taj Mahal looks nicer
When pictured at its face.
29.10.2000, Vija
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Portrait Of Tomorrow
get the pen of the present
and take the colors of the past
use the hand that you trust
and begin making
tomorrow's portrait
have the ears of twenty years ago
try listening
if the sound is happy
put them there
and for the nose
smell the sweat of your childhood
those that play so well on the grass
and took the plunge on the clean rivers of your life
if you have that nostalgic feeling
then put that nose there
and how about the mouth and the lips
i think, if i were you
i'll take the teen age years
remembering the first kiss
and the first communion
the sound of a tight embrace
and if you like those happenings
then have those years
as your mouth and lips
and even the teeth
and now for the eyes
those that know really how to see
clearly and probingly
ponderous eyes
where wisdom is embedded
i think if i were you
take it from the present
those that see the past
as a summary
and of course the future
as a plan
specific and determined
strong and willing
and with a stroke of your
skilled hand you put the final
touches of tomorrow's portrait
you see your face and you say
you are beautiful
you caress it and tell yourself
you are lovable
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Scream That I Have Seen And Cannot Forget....
we were in that boat
behind us is an erupting volcano
vomiting lava
we have to jump out
the sinking boat and there
is that man
without everything, eyes, nose, ears,
hair
teeth, except a huge mouth like
an inflated balloon
then nothing but waves
and silence....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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