You.
You are the image of the World.
Your eyes are like two light houses
On the opposite poles.
Your nose, the tallest tower
sniffs all sort of air.
Your thin lips, the Equator
Your ears, which catch every secret murmur.
You are running around the Sun forever.
You are genius and untouchable
Oh! I am only a faded number
in your heart-calendar.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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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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The Midnight Skaters
The hop-poles stand in cones,
The icy pond lurks under,
The pole-tops steeple to the thrones
Of stars, sound gulfs of wonder;
But not the tallest thee, 'tis said,
Could fathom to this pond's black bed.
Then is not death at watch
Within those secret waters?
What wants he but to catch
Earth's heedless sons and daughters?
With but a crystal parapet
Between, he has his engines set.
Then on, blood shouts, on, on,
Twirl, wheel and whip above him,
Dance on this ball-floor thin and wan,
Use him as though you love him;
Court him, elude him, reel and pass,
And let him hate you through the glass.
poem by Edmund Blunden
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Runaway Genius
Running & running, of course i know where I'm going, I'm a genius.
Running & running faster now, my family is coming, yelling, & screaming. I know why, I'm a genius.
Running & running faster than before, here comes my friends with bats & sticks. I know why they're coming, I'm a genius.
Running & Running as fast as I can, here comes more people with pots & pans. I know why they're chasing me, I'm a genius.
Eventually, I tire out & begin to jog.
But as soon as I stop here comes the mob. I was about to resume running but then I turned around. The mob was in silence, then I ask a very simple but complex question, 'What is the meaning os life? ' I know of course, I'm a genius.
poem by Tevin Ellis
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Untouchable
Shes not just another pretty face in a magazine
This girl is real - shes every schoolboys dream
She fills my fantasies, my eyes and my ears
But every time I try to touch her - she dissappears
Oh oh oh oh oh shes untouchable
Oh oh oh oh oh untouchable delight
Oh oh oh oh oh shes untouchable
Oh oh oh oh oh shes outta- sight
In my mind Im always with her - moans and sighs
I touch her full red lips - her silken thighs
We meet in the city, she begs, please take me home
But when I wake up in a cold sweat: Im all alone
song performed by by Falco
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your eyes in that picture insist on asking why
well, i was yet 15 but i already keep a photograph of you
in my pocket,
you are the face of my heart beat in black and white
i often kiss your tiny lips and put you on my chest
as though i feel you one with me
in my sleep,
that was long time ago and the picture suffered
with the way i was keeping it
inside my old poetry books
in those pages eaten by bookworms
some scratches ultimately
are inflicted in your cheeks
and even your lips
have become empty spaces
blurred by time
what keeps insistent however are your eyes
stripped of a nose and lips and even a neck
thriving on lesser hair
and thin ears
they float in that picture
still looking at me
asking
why?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mirror Image.
i've met my mirror image,
lost in his hazel eyes,
loved my mirror image,
till my heart exploded with colors,
hated my mirror image,
with a fury even satan would cringe,
I've met my complete opposite,
lost in his inner beauty,
love my complete opposite,
my heart burst with colors every secong in his arms,
want my complete opposite,
till our souls leave for somewhere better.
poem by Sabrina Seriva
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The Untouchable
Long ago
a
silhouette
was
planted
in my
minds
eye.
a face
so
vague
untouchable.
time went
by,
features
emerged
holding
as a
precious
gem
untouchable.
being
tucked away
to a
secret
place.
not to
be
revealed
so
untouchable.
now in
the distance
you
stand
with
a tear
in your
eye.
perhaps
waiting
in
the
balcony
yet
still
so
untouchable.
poem by Heather Burns
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Mid path
Right and wrong are two poles apart,
Between which we prefer living,
Often around the equator,
Poles being too hard to adapt to.
08.07.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Your Eyes In That Picture Insist On Asking Why
well, i was yet 15 but i already keep a photograph of you
in my pocket,
you are the face of my heart beat in black and white
i often kiss your tiny lips and put you on my chest
as though i feel you one with me
in my sleep,
that was long time ago and the picture suffered
with the way i was keeping it
inside my old poetry books
in those pages eaten by bookworms
some scratches ultimately
are inflicted in your cheeks
and even your lips
have become empty spaces
blurred by time
what keeps insistent however are your eyes
stripped of a nose and lips and even a neck
thriving on lesser hair
and thin ears
they float in that picture
still looking at me
asking
why?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let Me Into Your Wonderland
The way in my cup you move,
Things in my heart you remove,
The way in my bed you grovel,
That aches in my heart might hovel,
The way you catch the light in my eyes,
The way you shimmer in the face of the sky,
The way you apprehend the strolling air,
The way you craft out from fragments of hemisphere,
To the bleakness of the night wearing a splendor,
That strikes a sky so dusk yet at backdoor.
Let's in our secret place congregate,
Let our hearts bear witness&conjugate,
To this nightly sweetness.
Let our lips understand the language of one-another,
Let my chest into your skin's silkiness,
And the softness of your breast well,
By your order,
Let me to your ears say, calm, mute and worldly things.
That your soul may to another time rise to the adulation of my twitchy lips..
poem by Folayemi Akande
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My Secret
You've been told my secret
Not from the words of my lips
I wanted to keep it
Keep it on my finger tips
Wanting to tell you myself
Trying to find my courage
Wondering what are you thinking to yourself
Loosing all of my courage
Leading me far away from you
Slower each day
My eyes want to catch you in my view
Walking past you each day
But I don't won't to stray away
My heart is beating faster
For what I'm about to say
My lips begin to chatter
Chatter with the words in my mind
As I'm telling you my secret
From the words of my lips this time
Now you can keep it... our secret
My Little Secret
Your smile brightens my world
Your eyes glimmer into my soul
Your touch takes my breath away
Your voice is like beautiful music to my ears
Your body is like extremely guarded untouchable gold
That once touched you don't want to let go
Your face is as if I'm looking at an angel
Because that is what you are
An angel on earth and I can treat you that way
The secret is out
I can't hold it in any longer
That I am totally madly in love with you
And have always been
You're the most amazingly beautiful woman
That walk's this planet
I have Given you all the sign's that I know
For you to know you're the girl of my dreams
I don't know what else to say
I don't know what else to do
To make it more clear to you
You are the only girl that holds my heart in her hands
And can do anything she wishes to me and
I will forgive her for any wrong that has been done to me
For you have and hold my little tender heart
That has been broken and bruised many times
If you want to take my heart and use it for the better
Please tell me and I'll be delighted
To assist you in that matter
But please
Please I beg of you don't take it and
Crush it into a million pieces
I think, I wonder, I dream
Are you still that way
I think you are
Well it's more like I hope
I pray you're that way still
For I would be honored to be with you
I would be blessed to feel your soft experienced hands
Explore my willing and ready body
It would mean only a dream come true for me to feel
You're all so tempting body while kissing your tender lips
We could make a fire as long as there are sparks
I can be your little secret and
You could be my little secret
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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You Do Not Notice The Genius Of Other People
in your vanity
in the tallness of your price
like the tower of babel
you stand disunited
and scattered soon
you shall be like leaves
blown by the winds
of change
you do not notice the genius
of other people
you have looked so profusely
inside yourself
and you have not only become
one meaningless tower
but a cave digging more
confusions towards
the darkness of your
feet
try opening the eyes between
your eyes
try using the ears embedded
in your ten fingers
hear those who have no spoken
listen
see those who are like shadows
living
in the twilight of your life
perhaps you can find yourself
the paradox keeps upon itself the truth
your heart thrives somewhere
your hands have not been holding
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face
Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.
Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you'd be forced to smell your feet.
Your nose would be a source of dread
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.
Within your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.
Your nose, instead, through thick and thin,
remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place--
be glad your nose is on your face!
poem by Jack Prelutsky
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My eyes are too big, my nose is too flat, my ears stick out, my mouth is too big and my face is too small... my body is thin as a clarinet and my ankles are so skinny that I wear two pairs of bobby socks because I don't want people to see how thin they are.
quote by Goldie Hawn
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O! What a nose!
People talk about a running nose
I'm talking about a long facial cargo
She’s got a nose longer than my longest toes
With a mission of being nosy as time goes
Please don’t get close
When she discloses
Her loud snoring doze
Don’t be like the heroes
Goodness gracious
O! What a nose!
Goodness gracious
What a precious nose pose!
Painted as red as a romantic rose
Standing long like my garden pipe hose
And as she sniffs, sneezes and exposes
I cannot help thinking of Pinocchio’s nose
Goodness gracious
O! What a nose!
Goodness gracious
Red and long when it snows
And this nose is nosy
She can smell a rat, cat or a bat
When you are getting cozy
In your one bedroom flat
O! What a nose!
In and out juice flows
And when she smells the air
They all cannot help but stare
Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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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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I Want to Eat You
Dearest Smi
today 30 dec 2003
Is the happiest day in my life
My own Smi
loved me and together we spent hours
loving kissing
feeling each other so close
so much loving
i do not mind dying any moment now
I got more than what I hoped from life
Love of my Smi
I never ever imagined
your body to be so much beautiful
You are the most beautiful woman in the world
Your forehead ears, eyes
nose, beautiful lips
extremely beautiful face
intoxicatingly beautiful navel
must be unimaginably beautiful hidden parts
hidden to me
Oh My Smi
I will do anything to
have you as my own forever
I love you so much Sooooooo
Muchhhhhh.
Your lips were so tasty
your hug was so sexy
have I made you happy my Smi?
Were you happy with your vht?
I will make you mad with my love
As I am really mad with you
Oh my dearest darling
I cannot live without you
You are the best woman in the world
Be mine forever
poem by Thomas Viruvelil
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Nose
No one cares for the nose
To go nose straight is the tao
If there were no eyes
You could see better with your nose
If there were no nose
you wouldnot distinguish the sweet from the bitter
And there would be no value judgements in the world
And it is the nose that keeps you hot in the cold
And that keeps you cold in Jakodabad
The nose is the vigilant customs officer
That does not allow any drug to your lungs
And the nose cannot be bribed
Oh Nose! the customs officer of the body
And the pivot of value judgement in the world
If that name thou love
Remain with us and teach the noseless world
That it must have a nose in this wartorn world
He who knows the greatness of nose
Surely goes to the realm of rose
In the life to come
Hurrah Let us compose hymns to nose
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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