Body Movements
I have in my arms an inner mechanism,
Yes legs, there is strong realism.
The body movements will remain
Loving our lessons and again.
I have all lesson and learning in this way,
My organs shall respond in a day.
Joys repeat as forces collect,
And the skeleton’s bones will connect
To prove ounces of flesh
Are exactly in this mesh.
My arms and legs and offal
Are in one single way lawful.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ill Go On Loving You
Alan jackson
Ill go on loving you
When I look into your soft green eyes
And when I see your delicate body
Revealed to me as you slip off your dress
Im reminded that what I feel for you
Will remain strong and true
Long after the pleasures of the flesh and
Ill go on loving you
Ill go on loving you
Ill go on loving you
And be it the wind or the rain
Or the moon up in the sky
The spin of the earth
Or the change in the tides
I dont know what brought us together
What strange forces of nature
Conspired to construct
The present from the past but
Chorus:
When I look into your soft green eyes
And when I see your delicate body
Revealed to me as you slip off your dress
Im reminded that what I feel for you
Will remain strong and true
Long after the pleasures of the flesh and
Chorus:
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Leg
I know your legs are
On the legs of Baali the demon king
I know your legs are
On the head of Bharata your brother
I know your legs are on the
Head of Uddhaba your follower.
You have no leg I heard.
I Know you are present everywhere
Everytime and in everybody.
I do not know what a leg is.
I know the insect has six legs
I know the animal has four legs
I know the bird has two legs.
Your leg is my project paper
I do not know howmany legs you have
I do not know I a leg is.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Day for you (3)
may the grey arms of the morn'
turn into life for a day
may silver meet you just there
where your chest is hollow bare
feeling like a ladder on a stair
sturdy ladder legs standing stronger
on the grey arms of early morning
silver legs staring seeing
seven doves' innocent love
in grey arms of the dawning
Dummy Song
Louis Armstrong--Dummy Song
I'll take the legs from some old table
I'll take the arms from some old chair
I'll take the neck from some old bottle
And from a horse I'll take the hair
I'll take the hands and face from some old clock
And baby when I'm through
I'll get more loving from the dum-dum-dummy
Than I ever got from you
Get me some legs get me a chair
And a bottle, too
Give a horse give me some time
And baby when I'm through
I'll take the legs from some old table
I'll take the arms from some old chair
I'll take the neck from some old bottle
And from a horse I'll take the hair
I'll take the hands and face from some old clock
And baby when I'm through
I'll get more loving from the dum-dum-dummy
Than I ever got from you
I get more loving from the dum-dum-dummy
Than I ever got from you
Yeah Mama get more loving
From a dummy than I get from you
song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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Grey Day
When I get home its late at night,
Im black and bloody from my life,
I havent time to clean my hands,
Cuts will only sting me through my dreams.
Its well past midnight as I lie
In a semi-conscious state.
I dream of people fighting me
Without any reason I can see.
In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.
After eating I go out,
People passing by me shout.
I cant stand this agony
Why dont they talk to me?
In the park I have to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The rain is falling on my face
I wish I could sink without a trace.
In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.
In the park I have to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The rain is falling on my face
I wish I could sink without a trace.
In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.
song performed by by Madness
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Grotesque
My
Man
Says
I weigh about four ounces,
Says I must have hollow legs.
And then say I,
'Yes,
I've hollow legs and a hollow soul and body.
There is nothing left of me.
You've burnt me dry.
You
Have
Run
Through all my veins in fever,
Through my soul in fever for
An endless time.
Why,
This small body is like an empty snail shell,
All the living soul of it
Burnt out in lime.'
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Bobby's Arms
(Dolly Parton)
Bobby's arms, they are warm when he holds me
Bobby's arms always comfort and console me
When I'm in his arms held tight
I know everything's alright
Just as long as I'm inside bobby's arms
Chorus:
Bobby's arms always welcome me inside
Bobby's arms always hold me when I cry
Bobby's arms are my shelter from life's storms
And I feel so safe in Bobby's arms
Bobby's arms, they are strong but they're tender
Bobby's arms reach for me and I surrender
When he reaches out for me, I'm never out of reach
And I always want to be in Bobby's arms
Repeat Chorus
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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My Arm
I devote my arm to my endeavour,
The real result of my army and response.
The arms hacked at the mirror of my life,
The shouting of a century is upon us.
Arm them with guns and ammunition,
To quests they drive, to missions they fail.
My century is among the few that restore
And heal the many that travelled in time.
My legs carry forever a thoughtful pursuit,
Let the legs be lazy and let the arms be happy.
poem by Naveed Akram
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You In My Arms
Whatever happened to you last night
You should have been here holding me tight
Without you in my arms
I've tried to hold out to get you here
I've waited ages to hold you near
Without you in my arms
People say that I'm a lonely one
but I'm going to prove you're not the only one only one only one
(repeat)
It seems I tried just a little too hard
to make you stay with me all night
Without you in my arms
Without you in my arms
Without you in my arms
song performed by by Hollies
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I Can See You
In the
Corners
Of my
Eyes,
I can see
You
In the depths
Of my mind,
I can see you
In the halves
Of my heart,
I can see you
In the freckles
Of my face,
I can see you
At the touch
Of my lips -
I can see you
Down the nape
Of my neck -
I can see you
On the tips -
Of my bosom
I can see you
In the mesh,
Of my pubes
I can see you
In the curves,
Of my fingers
I can see you
In the embrace
Of my arms…
I can see you
In the sways
Of my hips ~
I can see you
From my thighs
To my knees,
From my legs
To my toes…
I can see
Only you
I've tangled you
In the tresses of my
Flowing hair
Every pore
Of my body
Breathes you
Yet you
Ask me
Dear,
Where in me,
Are you?
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Poor Skeleton Steps Out
Poor skeleton steps out,
Dressed up in bad blood,
Bad brains, bad thoughts, and others deeds.
Poor skeleton no doubt,
One of these days,
You can cast aside your human, be free.
When the cities run with blood,
And you drink our health in mud,
All flesh be gone.
Save your dry and joyous shout,
For the day poor skeleton steps out.
Poor skeleton steps out,
Sprung from his life sentence,
Deep inside some muscle mask.
Poor skeleton devout,
Propping up truck drivers,
Filmstars, thieves or queens, your brave task.
When technology is rust,
And you write your book in dust,
All flesh be gone.
Cant buy tickets from a tout,
For the day poor skeleton steps out.
Poor skeleton steps out,
Liberated from sex organs,
And brown, black, white skin.
Poor skeleton you lout,
Dont you think that we might,
Like to have been asked to join in?
For good skeletons are we,
And were dying to be free,
All flesh be gone.
I will scream or sulk and pout,
Until my poor skeleton steps out.
Better watch out, here comes bony boy.
song performed by by Xtc
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My Physique
My physique carried monuments of stone,
With pointless arms and legs to work.
The tendency to spoil the life was monumental,
It caused metallic arms to vibrate
And let the arms be virtuous for themselves.
Immortal fibres stayed in the torso
To inflict new wealth and keep great health.
Stone was the body, of appealing nature,
With feet to dance and elevate the occasion.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Arms Of Love
Robin Hitchcock)
Maybe tonight you're achin'
For someone you're dreamin' of
Tomorrow you'll be wakin
Into the Arms, into the arms of Love
Maybe tonight you're cryin
Like a poor wounded dove
Tell me you'll soon be flying
Into the Arms, into the arms of love
Maybe tonight you're takin
You couldn't get enough
Honey you'll soon be wakin'
Into the Arms, into the arms of Love
Maybe the world is falling
It wasn't strong enough
Tell me you'll soon be crawling
Into the Arms, into the arms of Love
(repeat to end
song performed by by REM
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Love, Salvation, And Goats!
she said...
'i still love you as a person,
but not as a man...'
he was silent for a long moment...
and then answered,
'when we go off to war,
do we cut the arms off our enemies,
and leave the legs?
do we cut the legs off,
and leave the arms?
do we pluck out one of their eyes,
and cut off one of their testicles?
do we rip out their tongues,
and demand that they speak? '
she shook her head, crying softly...
'then, declare war on me! '
he walked out, slamming the door,
to sleep with the goats.
while she knelt under a bare lightbulb...
praying for the salvation of his soul!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Jeremiad
As the swimmer propelled himself through the watery furrows
His arms thrashing admirably to clear a path
His legs churning admirably to push and be pulled
Into the vaccuum created by his sweeping arms
The cameras followed his course from every conceivable angle
Even-yes, even from below, leaving nothing to the imagination
The TV viewer being denied not a single drop
Not a single breath or gasp for air:
Such coverage is, indeed, admirable-
Nothing is left to the dull imagination:
To the dull imagination, thrashing away behind closed lids.
Nothing at all.
Soon, when there has long been nothing to imagine
When image replaces imagination, entirely,
When 'news' replaces reason entirely
When imagination is replaced entirely by technology
And reality by its virtual version
Imagination will prove an unnecessary, even risky, commodity
Soon the imagination will prove an encumbrance
And be forbidden completely by people with cameras and badges.
But please don't get me wrong, I've a camera myself-
In fact, my best friend is a photographer.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Will it really come ?
And if it does come
Will I still be human ?
All I ask of you is one thing that you never do
Would you put your arms around me ?
(I wont tell anyone)
Tomorrow
Does it have to come ?
All I ask of you is one thing that youll never do
Would you put your arms around me ?
(I wont tell anybody)
Tomorrow
And what must come before ...
Oh, the pain in my arms
Oh, the pain in my legs
Ooh, my shiftless body
Tomorrow
Its surely nearer now ?
You dont think Ill make it
I never said I wanted to !
Well did I ?
Oh, the pain in my arms
Oh, the pain in my legs
Oh, yeah; oh, yeah
No, yeah; no, yeah
Through my shiftless body
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
All I ask of you ... oh ...
Is : would you tell me that you love me
Tell me, tell me that you love me
Tell me, tell me that you love me
Tell me that you love me !
Ah, I know you dont mean it
Ah, I know you dont mean it
Tell me, tell me that you love me
Tell me, tell me that you love me
Tell me, oh, tell me, oh
Tell me, oh, tell me, oh, tell me, oh
Tell me, oh, tell me, oh
song performed by by Morrissey
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Back To The Flesh
it is still the warmth of the flesh of the arms and legs
and somewhere between
that make us feel more alive
we are not saints
not angels, we are humans still rooted to the ground
less our imaginary wings
and halos and white feathers
if at all we are meant to be
divine
holy
i touch your body and you touch mine
and set ourselves on fire
the world, in some ways, in its darkness
at noon
or night time, gets lighted with our lust
i call it love, because it feels so right
my blood pumping from my heart to my head to my bottom
to my toes
and i moan, and i sigh, and i think, at a glimpse when i close my eyes
i have seen the eyes of God looking so gently
to the eyes of my soul
inside this body,
my bones did not make the sound of the rattling snake
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window?
He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks
Preoccupied with his vengeance
Cursing the dead that cant answer him back
Im sure that he has no intentions
Of looking your way, unless its to say
That he needs you to test his inventions.
Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it wont ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to.
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels
Trying to peel the moon and expose it
With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk
Or pick it up after he throws it.
Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it wont ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to.
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
Are you frightened of the box you keep him in
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Their religion of the little ten women
That backs up their views but your face is so bruised
Come on out the dark is beginning.
Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it wont ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Television Lovers
Once, something passed between us more than space and time
And something other filled my bed than flailing arms and kicking legs
And nights pass by in silence
Television fills the void
You leave the radio on late to paint the silence
And talk more with the static voices and the singers
The newsreaders tell me more about your world than you
And the dogs walk longer these days than before
and broken things take longer times to heal
the bones, the hearts, the ears, the lips, the words
all the organs of Love, degrading
You turn the volume up louder
And watch
poem by Jack Turner
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The Moth And The Flame In My Own Story
just this morning
i look at you seeing to it that you shall not notice it
to be honest, i look at your legs for they excite me making me a flying bird inside my small dark world
a night of myself
for if you notice, what has it get to do with you
anyway
just this morning i keep an image of your pair of legs
and they will excite me the whole day
as though i am
victorious
i do not wish that you will recompense me for being foolish for being true in loving you
i do not wish to make myself stupid to make you love me
you see
there is this big difference this distance that i have measured and it is so near
to my destruction
and so i keep it simple and segregated
just your legs and my eyes, nothing more and nothing less
beyond this two shortest distance
are the restrained movements
i know, if i go beyond this, i become a moth getting too near
to a flame and then surely i will be burning my wings,
fall to the ground and die
or to be honest with you
i become wingless, and the lizard nearby shall swallow me whole
mercilessly.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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