Nihilists and Naturists
O, you men and women of this world
have a strong taste for naturism.
The old is not gold; they are bold
to give pose to the camera,
not wearing even the tatters,
standing together as a crowd.
People from abroad come to ashrams
to learn to meditate and dedicate
of their body to the devouring sages.
These nudists be given free uniforms
or else they will sound a death-knell
to the life of the tailors and garment- designers.
If they don't come to terms at least to wear
a bikni or loin-cloth, the weavers will become
suicide bombers to kill these free celestials,
the replica of the ancient tribes.
The monks of some faith go nude
and there is a heavy turnout to get blessings.
Some men in booze block the buses, in nude,
during the night and the women feign sleeping.
The driver persuades them to move away.
The police don't rush to shroud them in clothes.
Let them be transported to terror camps
and the outfits will throw their guns and flee off.
They may confine themselves to websites
to save at least the growing children
with some human norms.
The pity is learned people fall easy preys to that throng.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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A Nude Picture
Your love is like a nude picture in my mind and,
It is sweeter than a candy pie;
You are real and i am here to stay.
Like a nude picture,
Your taste is sweeter than the candy;
For it makes me feel so high!
Your love is like a nude picture in my mind and,
I am dying for your love my sweet one;
Oh girl, throw me an apple of your sweet love to run for it.
True love knows no boundary and,
Sweet love knows no barrier;
You are my precious one and, what is your hot-line? !
The only picture i have in my mind is your nude body.
I will wait for you always!
Even in the rain;
I will sing for you always!
Even on your bed;
My nude lover,
My nude picture,
What a beauty that you are! !
Like Romeo and Juliet.
Do rebounce on me always,
For your love is like a nude picture in my mind;
With the reflections of you in the mirror.
You are sweeter than the candy pie,
With much hope and dreams to the world of roses;
I will wait for you always my sweet one.
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Manner Matters
Even in clothes, women can be
Tempting;
Even in nude, women can be innocent.
Even kisses on women’s cheeks are naïve.
Even men’s looks on women can arouse.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Uncle Dan Rides Again
Real men aren't afraid of affection
Real women aren't afraid of sex
Never give a crazy man a gun
just because he asks for it;
don't tell the truth if it will be used to murder someone.
If you want to be beautiful
learn to smile.
It is not enough to be right
especially if you use it against others:
then it is a wrong.
Remember your children
are smarter than you
till they become teens;
then not so much
Be nice to people
it don't cost nothing.
Growing up is about
more than just getting taller
You can have anything you want in the world
if you are willing to let others have what they want too.
Always give credit to others more than yourself
even if this is not true.
The most important phrase in the world is
'I am not sure. Let's go find out.'
You can get any woman to fall in love with you
if you really love women. If you don't like women
the woman you end up with will return the favor.
You can get a man to fall in love with you
if you are willing to like him.
Gossip is the refuge
of those who lack any skills
If you are willing to shut up just some of the time
you'll get smarter
Don't spend your life protecting
what didn't deserve protecting in the first place
It is hard to find a good woman
so get a hard woman to help you look
Women want a man who understands
what women want without having to be told.
A man wants a woman who gives him what
he wants without asking
You can't find your princess
without being a prince yourself
Don't wait until you are on your death bed
to tell people you are sorry
Don't wait until mom or dad is on their death bed
before you tell them you love them.
Act like a loving person
and soon you don't have to act no more
Beginning things is easy
ending things is the hard part.
Being happy only comes to the happy being.
Happy being is the willingness to be without demands.
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The Religious Terror and the Horror of Drug Addiction
The Religious Terror and the Horror of Drug Addiction
The ghouls of religious terror
eat the corpses of the poorfolk
shot by the guns or got into the fireball
of the blasting suicide-bombers,
from India to Iraq, the lands
trodden on by Alexander, the Great.
Those who are poor in education and gold,
ought to be born and bred as patriots
and die as martyrs in the lands where they are.
When we visit the nations of the whites
we goggle our eyes seeing the drugs-taken,
men and women kiss and embrace in open
with their children following their trail and smiling.
The drug addicts scare the people in their houses,
and at times jump down into the rivers and die,
along with their children to shock the world.
Broken life leads them to consume drugs
and roll into the hell from which relief denied.
Most of the nations are haunted by
the ghosts of drug abuse.
The goblins of child porn will corrode
the moral fabric of life and we are in the grip
of third world war in which the drugs are the killers!
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O Death, O Death, Rock Me Asleep
O Death, O Death, rock me asleep,
Bring me to quiet rest;
Let pass my weary guiltless ghost
Out of my careful breast.
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Thy sound my death abroad will tell,
For I must die,
There is no remedy.
My pains, my pains, who can express?
Alas, they are so strong!
My dolours will not suffer strength
My life for to prolong.
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Thy sound my death abroad will tell,
For I must die,
There is no remedy.
Alone, alone in prison strong
I wail my destiny:
Woe worth this cruel hap that I
Must taste this misery!
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Thy sound my death abroad will tell,
For I must die,
There is no remedy.
Farewell, farewell, my pleasures past!
Welcome, my present pain!
I feel my torment so increase
That life cannot remain.
Cease now, thou passing bell,
Ring out my doleful knoll,
For thou my death dost tell:
Lord, pity thou my soul!
Death doth draw nigh,
Sound dolefully:
For now I die,
I die, I die.
O Death, O Death, Rock Me Asleep
O Death, O Death, rock me asleep,
Bring me to quiet rest;
Let pass my weary guiltless ghost
Out of my careful breast.
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Thy sound my death abroad will tell,
For I must die,
There is no remedy.
My pains, my pains, who can express?
Alas, they are so strong!
My dolours will not suffer strength
My life for to prolong.
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Thy sound my death abroad will tell,
For I must die,
There is no remedy.
Alone, alone in prison strong
I wail my destiny:
Woe worth this cruel hap that I
Must taste this misery!
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Thy sound my death abroad will tell,
For I must die,
There is no remedy.
Farewell, farewell, my pleasures past!
Welcome, my present pain!
I feel my torment so increase
That life cannot remain.
Cease now, thou passing bell,
Ring out my doleful knoll,
For thou my death dost tell:
Lord, pity thou my soul!
Death doth draw nigh,
Sound dolefully:
For now I die,
I die, I die.
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The monster's reign/the holocaust
Children playing in the streets,
gunshot is what the parent meet.
Men lined up against a wall,
one by one they start to fall.
Women mourn over fallen men,
they know they won't awake again.
Women flee the frightning scene,
children ask where daddy's been.
Hitler screams, 'Satan's spawn! !
We will not rest until they're gone! '
The hated begin to run and hide,
they know they will be found inside.
Soldiers march through city streets,
we call them Nazis, frauds and cheats.
They kill people in their way,
they think it's right, correct, okay.
Hitler tried to kill them all,
he tried to make the hated fall.
He tried and tried and tried in vain,
but he had caused way too much pain.
The airplanes came to free them all,
they came to heed the hateds call.
they came with guns, and bombs, and men,
they marched into the lions den.
They were freed from hell itself,
they were no longer rats on a shelf.
They were releived from all their pain,
and so ends the monsters reign.
THIS IS JUST A BREIF REMINDER OF THE 12 MILLION PEOPLE WHO WERE BRUTALLY MURDERED IN THE HOLOCAUST, WHICH, IN TRANSLATION, MEANS A BURNT SACRIFICE OFFERED WHOLE TO GOD. MAY THE SOULS OF THE 12 MILLION PEOPLE REST IN PEACE.
poem by Ashley somethingorother
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Two Sided Love
Two Sided Love
By Lori Triggs
Copyrighted 24 2009
Women think with their hearts,
men think with their Johnson.
Women think with their heads,
men think with the wrong head, they have two heads.
Women give love with men,
men give screwing with women.
Women want to touch men,
men want to get abusive to women.
Women want be emotional with men,
men want to be unemotional with women.
Women want have physical attraction with men,
men want to give the abusive apart to women.
Women want sex with men,
men want to give rape to women.
Women wants to talk to men,
men want watch TV and screw women.
Women want to eat out with men,
men want a free ride from the women.
Women want to go to movies with men,
men want play games on computer.
Women want children with the men,
men are children.
Women are independent,
men are dependent.
Women achieve goals,
men half the time never finish their goals.
Women are unselfish even caring to men,
men are selfish besides uncaring to women.
Women give true love to men,
men give infatuation to woman.
poem by Lori Triggs
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This Is Me:
One says I have the heart an angel,
One says I have the heart of the devil,
Well,
I'm neither an angel, nor the devil,
I'm me.
A women,
A women who will believe in anyone who can believe in themselves,
Even believe in those who don't believe in themselves,
A women who loves all things,
Weather dark of light,
For as I know the world cannot cooperate without the other,
I hate the things that make me mad,
Like racism, bullying, age discrimination, being a women and not have full rights to everything, and watching people suffer and go throw hell right in front of my eyes,
A women who is strong as steel,
But has compassion and is full of love,
One who likes to get her way, but can allow others for there's, too,
This is me.
A women,
A women who loves pissing people off,
But a women who wants to comfort the sad,
A women who loves to give her heart out,
To where it on her sleeve so people can see,
But don't when they take advantage,
A women who likes to cuss like a sailor,
Yet who loves to sweet words,
This is the women I am,
This is me,
And how I am...
poem by Sherry Painter
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I seem to be getting a lot of things pushed my way that are strong women. It's like people see Hackers and they send me offers to play tough women with guns, the kind who wear no bra and a little tank top. I'd like to play strong women who are also very feminine.
quote by Angelina Jolie
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Women are just as good
We can’t live without them
We Can’t stand to be near them
Are men better than Women?
Do they think they are cooler?
Why do they piss us off so easy?
We hate them, Yet love them so dear
Would the world be better without them
Or would it be good for all of us?
We say us women are better
But we need them to save the human race
Do men need us?
Do they say they love us
So they can have 'fun'
And throw us away like a dead cat
Then leave us heart broken
Why do men abuse women mentally and Physical?
Why don't they listen to when we talk?
Why do they think they are the boss?
And women has the same amount of rites a man does
Women can also be just as successful as men
Why can't men be the house maids?
And Women the one to come home late?
Why do they think they are always right?
Why must they think it's funny
To do the scariest things to us?
Why do they think they are smarter?
Women are just as good as men!
poem by Kimberley Gonzalez
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Indian Weavers
WEAVERS, weaving at break of day,
Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . .
Blue as the wing of a halcyon wild,
We weave the robes of a new-born child.
Weavers, weaving at fall of night,
Why do you weave a garment so bright? . . .
Like the plumes of a peacock, purple and green,
We weave the marriage-veils of a queen.
Weavers, weaving solemn and still,
What do you weave in the moonlight chill? . . .
White as a feather and white as a cloud,
We weave a dead man's funeral shroud.
poem by Sarojini Naidu
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Food Handouts To Vagrants
There were food handouts
for vagrants in those days
when people travelled to places by walk.
If tired strangers sat at the steps
of choultries in villages,
people would give them food to eat.
And in the early morning,
they would resume their journey.
Now we see hotels all along the road
but the rate of each item is doubled.
Some tramps beg for food and shelter
and in the dawn they'd be out with
some valuables missing. In some places,
the derelicts are given shelter
but their meagre gold is looted.
The governments give freebies to people
in exchange of their votes in ensuing polls.
Yet some odd persons are out to beg and eat.
In a few days the cops find them as terror-outfits.
Some with beards come like sages
and in the morning, some nearby cages are empty,
from which a few women elope with them.
Beware of the vagrants these days!
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Women In Towels
She's looking good in a new towel,
Looking clear in the new crowd,
She's so funny to be with,
So easy to forgive
See you, you see me,
We could be free,
I'll let you know
"Women in towels"
Take a look at the old suits,
Hanging around in the old school,
She's looking good with her hair down,
Feeling high in the fairground
See you, you see me
We could be free,
I'll let you know
So you could breathe
I wish you could just see yourself,
No shame, in pain (again)
"Women in towels"
"Life is work"
"It's not what you are, it's what you do"
See you, you see me
We could be free,
I'll let you know
So you could breathe
I wish you could just see yourself,
No shame, in pain (again)
"Women in towels"
"Women in towels
song performed by by Feeder
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Suicide, suicide
Suicide, suicide
Come and save me
Suicide, suicide
Come and take me
Suicide, suicide
Where are you hiding
Suicide, suicide
Please let it be now
Suicide, suicide
Give me and answer
Suicide, suicide
Release me, i beg of you
Suicide, suicide
I can't take no more
Suicide, suicide
Free me, please touch me
Suicide, suicide
Help me end this
Suicide, suicide
It's only you in my mind
Suicide, suicide
Take me silently
Suicide, suicide
I need it now more than ever
poem by Sumiya Khan
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I love to swim in the nude and roam around the house in the nude. You're just as free as a bird!
quote by Bettie Page
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A Nude Artist
A Nude Artist
he says he is a nude artist
because he is naked when he paints
such nakedness has
nothing to do with being a nude artist
a naked artist who paints a cat or a chicken
is not a nude artist
there is no nude cat
thyere is no nude chicken
just paint a naked woman
and he will be called a nude artist
an artist is not an art
he must know that
- Frog Mantra, Accents Publishing,2012 -
poem by Suchoon Mo_
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Death Alley Driver
Rough and ready rider
In a supersonic sound machine
Rock and roll survivor
Chrome pipes between your knees
Running all the red lites
Your gonna make a dead stop
But you just cant see the signs
Oh - youll never win the race
But you cant give up the chase
Death alley driver
Living at high speed
Death alley driver...yeah
Death alley driver...who knows what you need
Death alley driver...
One hundred twenty five smokin on the turns
Always on the hit and run
But you never learn...
Running from the man... and youre running
From yourself
Another dirty angel heading straight to hell
Oh - youll never win the race
But you wont give up the chase
Death alley driver...
Live in overdrive...death alley driver...yeah
Death alley driver...ride to stay alive
Death alley driver...
Lets go
Red lights in the mirror
Danger on the band
Got to take a detour cause a road blocks up ahead
He takes you on the corner with a wave of his hand
Death is in the back seat of a big old black sedan
Oh - youll never win the race...
As you turn and see his face...
Death alley driver...
Movin for the kill
Death alley driver...yeah
Death alley driver...
Time is standing still...
Death alley driver...
Always on the run cause youre a...
Death alley driver
Love the way it feels
Death alley driver...yeah
Death alley driver
Hell on wheels...
Death alley driver... ooh -
song performed by by Rainbow
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Freedom Now
They throwed him in jail
And they kept him there
Hoping soo hed die
That his body and spirit would waste away
And soon after that his mind
But every day is born a fool
One who thinks that he can rule
One who says tomorrows mine
One who wakes one day to find
The prison doors open the shackles broken
And chaos in the street
Everybody sing were free free free free
Everybody sing were free free free free
Everybody sing were free free free free
They throwed him in jail
And they kept him there
Hoping his memoryd die
That the people forget how he once led
And fought for justice in their lives
But every day is born a man
Who hates what he cant understand
Who thinks the answer is to kill
Who thinks his actions are gods will
And he thinks hes free free free free
Yes he thinks hes free free free free
He thinks hes free free free free
Soon must come the day
Whe the righteous have their way
Unjustly tried are free
And people live in peace I say
Give the man release
Go on and set your conscience free
Right the wrongs you made
Even a fool can have his day
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Free our bodies free our minds
Free our hearts
Freedom for everyone
And freedom now
Freedom now
Freedom now
Freedom now
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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It's the kind of clothes that mothers and daughters can wear, in terms of concept... It's not about age. It's about taste, and it's about lifestyle. I believe women of all ages can wear anything.
quote by Ralph Lauren
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