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Awaiting You

I await
in sittingroom

awaiting you come
with the boisterous chest
but you do not come
until day

so I do repeatedly
with the boisterous chest
but you do not come
until my hand tremble

jolt heart
in my chest
do not willing to desist
until you come

poem by Prasetya Utama
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Chest

Chest, what power do thou h've?
That women place their heads on
men's when they're showing love

Chest, what charm do thou have?
That women take virtue of thee to pray
for their siblings that sucked their breasts

Chest, what spirit do thee have?
That women curse men with thee that
otherwise, if man didn't meet them chest to chest

Chest, what glory do thou h've?
That people beat you with palm
and swear

Chest, of what important is you?
That women knock their heads on
men's chest during the fighting

poem by Jack Lad
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Fuddy

On my room
To the floor bed...

I was tasted
With the
My girl friend
Chest bun...

Toung was play
Bun of chest...

Mouth wanted
Milk...
Not for the
Chest bun....

No weat
No sweet
No salt..
Not for the bun...

Meet taste
Vegtable taste
Also not ther;

Chest bun
Taste for
With big and
Beauty...! ! !
And fuddy

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Vital

close to my heart
lungs contract
chest falls

fighting
to maintain my
windy passion

chest rises
blood requires
oxygen's fire

still alive

poem by Steven Federle
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Bulletproof

Hey, it's me. Got a kevlar vest ornating my chest,
Walking a battlefield, with scars only partly healed.
Bullets and rockets explode, as the dead's bones corrode.
But I got a kevlar vest ornating my chest.
Hey! Got nothing to fear right? I walk the alleys at night.
I'm a gun-toting machine, stop me if you can!
Bulletproof, gun in hand, tis this an invincible man?
But did I tell you where I've got most my scars?
They're under my kevlar vest ornating my chest.
Deep and hard, some still bleeding, jagged scars.
Many bullets have hit, but few through could they get.
So now you ask, from where are those scars you mask?
Most of my scars are on my back, the sad fact:
I'm bulletproof, but the knives still go through.
Got a kevlar vest ornating my chest, might be bulletproof, but the knives still go through.
Bulletproof...

poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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a possible explanation for the cause of chest pain

The pain is on the left side of my chest
And runs to the other half of my arm
Sometimes it settles in my hand

I think I know why
On the left side is the woman who lives
With me
On the other half of my arm
Is another one

She runs to my hand so I may hold her
For all the days of my life
But I can’t I just can’t,
It is not simply possible

But above all these
The pain lingers at the center
Of my heart
Because I have not offered
My heart
Like a ripe mango, my heart,
To the real one
Who deserves it because
She came first
Before I have known
The meaning of lust
Forever she will last
And the pain is never gone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just How Much I Have Left You to Value

I have yet to open my treasure chest.
What you have experienced,
Is my blowing the dust off of it.
And that activity,
To you has impressed.

If I opened my treasured chest,
To share with you where my best is kept.
You will then not suspect...
Just how much,
I have left you to value what I have to give.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Will, You Won't

You will you won't
You do you don't
You're saying you will
But you know you won't
You may you might
Your chest gets tight
You say you love day
But you come out at night
While your thinking, thinking, thinking up a storm in you
All the things you're thinking, are they false, are they true
You know the dipsydoodle rag, it tells no lie
But all the time you're thinking, well you're tricking your mind
You will you won't
You do you don't
You're saying you will
But you know you won't
You may you might
Your chest gets tight
You say you love day
But you come out at night
Well the devil's standing tall on the top of the hill
Pointing down his fork and betraying your will
You gotta make decisions whether old or new
Then god comes from the heavens and he'll say to you
You will you won't
You do you don't
You're saying you will
But you know you won't
You may you might
Your chest gets tight
You say you love day
But you come out at night
Well I've tried so hard
I've tried so hard
To make it right
To make it right
I'm gonna bury my thoughts
And forget all my worries
Tonight
You will you won't
You do you don't
You're saying you will
But you know you won't
You may you might
Your chest gets tight
You say you love day
But you come out at night

song performed by by Zutons
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Bonescraper

There is no future for us to suture
Your life ill-fated, beat down and hated
Shot in the head, walking undead
Numb to the world, around your head
Rip my skin from my bone, I won't bleed
Rip my heart from my chest, I won't scream
Hide in the shadows, deep black, and hollow
Empty void of light cuts clean, like a knife
Damaged and torn, punctured by thorns
I've felt nothing since I was born
Rip my skins from my bones, I won't bleed
Rip my heart from my chest, I won't scream
My flesh <-> Your flesh
Your eyes <-> My sight
My pain <-> Your shame
We are the same ...
Rip my skin from my bones, I won't bleed
Rip my heart from my chest, I won't scream
Rip my skin ...

song performed by by Fear Factory
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If Lawyer's Hand Is Fee'd

A fox may steal your hens, sir,
A whore your health and pence, sir,
Your daughter rob your chest, sir,
Your wife may steal your rest, sir,
A thief your goods and plate.

But this is all but picking,
With rest, pence, chest and chicken;
It ever was decreed, sir,
If lawyer's hand is fee'd, sir,
He steals your whole estate.

poem by John Gay
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Tart Tart

When he came out to the lock-up
He said Im looking for something better
He made his shock announcement
And backed off, backed down, backed off
And then he got up off the floor
He said Im wealthy enough, not to do this no more
And he made it all known with his hands held up, palm
Out
And she said dont know if I should
Cause I worry too much about the tests on the blood
And at first it was a yes, and then a no, then a
yes.
A maggot sleeps on her desk
H wears a sleeping bag as his vest
And hes getting too too bothered
About the spots on his chest, chest, chest
Now shes (blank)...she laid it on
And a few days later shes gone
So its back to the womb
To get drowned, drowned, drowned, drowned warm (? ? ? )

song performed by by Happy Mondays
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In a coffin

Hands folded over the chest
she lies forever stretched out
as if death out of the blue holds her calm
and nothing will wake her up,
from the last sleep folding coldly round her
and strangely changed from princess to rotting dirt.

Hands folded over the chest
she lies forever stretched out.
with no fingers clenching hot around mine
and drawing me nearer,
no arms embracing me to her body
and I am totally alone
and stare at hands folded over her chest.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Blessed Cats and Dogs

Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
Causing the country to insist
What the blows are to the chest.

Why do little angels work so caressed?
Making the country to assist
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?

My soldiers in the army are with a blood test,
Keeping lines and dictation as a checklist,
What the blows are to the chest.

Amazed by the brilliance of those in the contest,
Canine help became something to co-exist,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?

May service feed the animals of conquest,
Domestic keepers will arrive at their crest,
What the blows are to the chest.

We see, we know the animals are depressed,
May loving people take a goodness as a list,
What the blows are to the chest,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?

poem by Naveed Akram
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All You See

Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Aaah Haa
Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Hey Hey
Verse 1 Terry
You best believe everyday I get the same ole thang
All kind of bruthas coming up to me
With silly lies that could make you sick oh they need to quit
And get away from me, don't get me wrong I like attention too
But do they really have to act a foolCuz they see a lady lookin' good?
Please admit
Chorus
Is it my hips? my lips?
My eyes? My thighs?
My chest? My hair?
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Is it my hips? My lips?
My eyes? My thighs?
My chest? My hair?
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Verse 2 Terry
In a limousine, fancy car, bling-bling-bling
Even if you're standing 6 foot 3 or 3 feet tall with no teeth
Have respect for me, try conversation please
Before you try and put your hands on me
When will they ever learn there's more to me,
Than T&A on this PYT
Daddy please
Chorus
Is it my hips? my lips? (Daddy)
My eyes? My thighs?
My chest?(My chest) My hair? (My hair)
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Is it my hips? (My hips) my lips? (My lips)
My eyes? (My eyes) My thighs? (My thighs)
My chest? (My chest) My hair? (My hair)
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Bridge Michael Marshall:
How come you actin' like you don't know
Why some bruthas always lose control
When you're wearing them hip high jeans
With your thong out baby please let a playa speak
And don't you start to tweak,
You got the body that can make men weep
So when you walk around in those do me clothes like those videhos
Girl you need to know that all I'm lookin' at is
Chorus
Hips and lipsAnd eyes, your thighs
Your chest, your hair
Girl that big ole (hey-e-e-ea)
Is that all you see?
Your hips, your lips
Your eyes, your thighs
Your chest baby, your hair
You're sexy underwear (hey-e-e-ea)
Is that all you see?
Uh-huh Uh-huh sexy underwear I see
Ooh and I know, I know
Your hips somethin' 'bout your thighs
Is driving me crazy, Ooh hey uh-huh uh-huh
(Ooh)Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Aaah Haa
Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Hey Hey
(hey-e-e-ea)
Is that all you see?

song performed by by En Vogue
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This Soul of Eternity's Burden Unleashed

Soon I am to walk within these bounds but know
No grounding as my own, still this shall be home,
If nothing more than a place where I shall never be alone.

If not at least a pillow upon which my heart doth rest
Whilst beating still within my chest.
If not at least a home where my heart could dwell
Whilst within my chest my heart doth swell.

Blood boils. Turmoil takes its toil upon this
Soul of eternity’s burden unleashed.
I’m Freedom bound yet Homeward torn,
Returning to the ether from which I was born.

poem by David Lacey
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Laughter

When circumstance permits absurdity,
And this incongruous state, would stir my mirth,
My grin gives way to loud hilarity,
As boisterous laughter would gain its birth;
Times spent depressed would to oblivion take,
On this moment in time, when joy exceeds,
Wish, like a bottled potion, this I'd make,
To open up someday, so grief recedes;
Just mentally noted, might well suffice,
The neurons filled with its nitty-gritty,
Recall, however, could entail some price,
Smile alone, and they'll doubt your sanity;
……Laughter, is said, as medicine, is best
……Not a pill to take, but could loose your chest.

poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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The Heart Beat

n the middle of the night i heard a beat,
It had a rythem that was slow and claiming,
I left my eyes closed and continued to listen,
It's pase remaind the same,
After a few moments it stoped,
I quickly opened my eyes and looked up.
I realized what the beat was,
It was you're heart,
I watched you walk away into the bathroom,
When you returned you layed next to me,
And wishpered in me ear the words I love you, then kissed my lips,
I similed and kissed you back,
I layed my head back on your chest,
Your heart beat was the same,
I put my hand on my chest and felt my heart beat in synic with your rythem,
Thats how i know we are ment to be.
Because we created the same,
BEAT.

poem by Janessa Beitler
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Repo

I had my headaches repo-ed...
Yes repossessed.
And closed up all those loopholes.
Right off my chest.

I had my headaches repo-ed...
And took my heart off a lease,
That leeched upon my peace.

Repo-ed!
I rid myself of all burdens,
I was told I had to keep!
And took my heart off a lease,
That leeched upon my peace.

Goodbye to all that stuff on my back,
To release.
My freedom got too crowded out,
And that bothered me.

I got up one morning,
To review worth and stock.
My dividends were wearing thin,
And that had to stop.
With investments spent in groaning,
And I heard that a lot!

Repo-ed!
I rid myself of all burdens,
I was told I had to keep!
And took my heart off a lease,
That leeched upon my peace.

I had my headaches repo-ed...
Yes repossessed.
And closed up all those loopholes.
Right off my chest.

Oh yes,
I confess...
I had a repo.
Yes a repossession
My headaches repo-ed...
Right off my chest.

Yes,
Repo-ed!
And glad I got that repossessed...
With every stress I had possess,
To go...
And with a repo.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leaving Sorrow

Holding my breath
At the bottom of the sea
Where I keep my secrets
In a treasure chest.
I have drowned Sorrow
In an ocean of regret,
Tied her firm
To that treasure chest.
I break the surface
And take a new breath,
Leaving Sorrow
Far below.

poem by Annabel Cruz
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Anxiety

i hold the pillow tight against my face to silence the tears
i look into my mind releasing my darkest fears
my chest starts to hurt and my head throbs
my tears start to turn into violent sobs
i think of my father which makes things worse
my putrid life i start to curse
im going into blackness never to return
now my chest is starting to burn
i hear no one just my violent breath
i hear my heart beat quicken inside my chest
im reaching out for you but your not there
i want to see your face and feel your hair
i cant take life without you its hurts so bad
i am a lowlife child without a dad
im the one who deserves to be six feet under
my body collapse while my soul begins to plunder
i hate myself more each day
i feel nothing but never ending pain
please come back just for a minute or two
please daddy i need you

poem by Jean Pullman
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Illusion About My Love

Ten years of love
ten years of missing
ten years and my heart
hitting my chest and pressing
thinking she is a fairy
whose man should carry her
the heavy treasure as a dowry
a perfect woman
with sense of humor
who reach her will get the honor
deep eyes, delicate voice
and she is the girl of the best choice
I struggled for a sight
And failed despite
My courageous fight
And after ten years
When her head was on my chest
I found out she is not the best
I looked at her eyes
They rolled every side
I touched her hand
Cold as a slide
I wanted her love
She wanted to be bride
This made me wish
If I never tried

poem by Ahmed Abomahfouz
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