Music Maestro! ...
what is regret?
in this party, i never invite it,
comes hope in full gown
well scented and full of
fresh flowers on her hair,
come fidelity as formal as
ever with diamond necklace
and golden brooch,
comes truth in candid poses
skimpy and cleavage exposed
wow legs, skinny backless
bare and daring cheekbones,
comes trust
regal gown and sprayed firm
dovetailed hair,
where is regret? that sad woman
wanting to be in,
i call the guards not to let her in
for she is a contagion
and does not deserve to be
here in this dancing hall of
my life
turn on the music
and let the dance in circles begin.
maestro!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Backs are prominent
Women who feel shy to flaunt their cleavage
Are content baring their backs by wearing
A backless blouse or a backless gown.
Thus they address their urge to excite men.
03.01.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lovely is the night
Lovely is the night
Full-moon is like her fair face
She is like a bride
She is wearing a black gown
Stars are her diamond necklace
poem by Asif Andalib
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On and In What Stage of Regret
On and in what stage of regret,
Will an accepted sorrow be fully embraced.
With a forgiveness granted?
Unfortunately...
These actions are seen as signs of weaknesses.
And...
Today,
Treating weaknesses for a round of mall shopping,
Is not economically cost effective.
And a way of life has been stalled to shed just tears.
Variety is said to be the spice of life.
One's nectar of true happiness.
But expressing one's regret,
Has adopted customs of doing it in spotlight.
With invited guests.
Who may or may not choose to dress,
In After Six attire or full formal wear.
You know,
The tuxedo and gown...
With announced arrivals done.
Only for one purpose...
To exchange a basic human-ness.
Prior to the debate of any decision one makes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Meaning Of Fidelity
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is deeper than any emotion,
Fidelity is full of trust and compassion,
And is filled with a keen devotion.
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is a state of faithfulness from the heart,
Fidelity is an adherence to a special cause
And its' sworn vows will never part.
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is an allegiance bound to stand,
Fidelity is part of a Nation's domain,
And is steadfast throughout the land.
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is full of piety and ultimate care,
Fidelity is filled with an intense sense of duty,
And is like soothing music in the air.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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La Derniere Robe De Soi
OH, silken gown, all pink and pretty,
Bought, quite a bargain, in the City,
Your ill-trained soul full false has played me--
No Paris gown would have betrayed me.
You knew, my pretty silken treasure,
I must not wed for love or pleasure,
But for a settlement and title;
Yet you encouraged his recital!
He said--oh, faithless gown, you listened
While on your sheen two tear drops glistened--
He said . . . let love to music set it,
I'll never speak it--nor forget it!
'No, no!' I cried, I tried to save you--
False gown, you showed the tears I gave you!
You looked discreet when first I found you.
How could you let his arm go round you?
You darling dress--I'll smooth your creases,
I'll wear you till you drop to pieces;
But poor men's wives wear cotton only--
Dear gown--I hope you won't feel lonely!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Regret's A Cold Companion
Regret's no consolation
For things no longer near
Regret's no panacea
For problems that were clear
Regret's a backward looking
For things that were to last
For hopes that were to happen
Now firm stuck in the past
Regret's a cold companion
Regret's a dulling force
Regret finds its own dominion
In that process called divorce.
poem by David Keig
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Monkey Business...
I'VE SEEN your picture
fat lady, with curly red hair
thick arms, thin lips, red scarf
transparent blouse
bra-less
peach cheeks,
broad shoulders
thin eyebrows
cascading
necklace
diamond earrings
golden brooch
bare feet
big smiles
i almost forget you
you have turned into
someone else
that i cannot
identify with
anyone here
and you have taken
another name
i know what depression is,
how it is very much
food related
lots of soda, lots of cheese
and pasta
big bites of black moist chocolate cakes
long lonely hours
many nights of pondering
schemes of separations
strategies for surviving life
without
anyone to cling to
money, money,
it is worth having now
makes you
more powerful you know
despite the
sorrow
i know
like me
you imagine more
places to hide
more secrets to keep
more plans to
execute
more
unfinished
business
i deviate a little
from law to
literature
(and pornography
yucks!)
it is one of my old antics
and kits for
survival
a poem here
and a poem there
an alias here and another one
there in another place
with another set of
people
i love strange places
aliens
make my
travel more
interesting
you see,
i do not get bored now
i have many faces
i grow more eyes and hands
from this
worn out body
I'll add more legs
and perhaps
if it makes you more
comfortable with me
I'll have more tongues
and
a longer tail
shiny
and scented
to the odor
of earth
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Full Of Life Questions
life is full of unexpected,
life is full of challenges,
life is full of bitterness,
life is full of strife,
life is full of contentious disputes,
life is full of revenge,
life is full of hatred,
life is full of mystery,
sometimes.....
life is full of sweetness,
life is full of joy,
life is full of happiness,
life is full of hope,
life is full of dreams,
you can have all this life when the soul is in body, and you will be able to feel everything because this is real life to creatures who call the''human''
Have you thought to life after death? ? ? ?
Invocation II
COME to-night in a dream to-night,
Come as you used to do,
Come in the gown, in the gown of white,
Come in the ribbon of blue;
Come in the virgin's colours you wear,
Come through the dark and the dew,
Come with the scent of the night in your hair,
Come as you used to do.
Blue and white of your eyes and your face,
White of your gown and blue,
Will you not come from the happy place,
Come as you used to do?
Tears so many, so many tears
Where there were once so few--
Can they not wash the gray of the years
From the white of your gown and blue?
poem by Edith Nesbit
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~ The dancing woman ~
~ The dancing woman ~
~
You are like the shadows that hover over me,
will you ever be mine to a dancing spree,
when you walk pass my way,
I start to tremble and marvel so I pray,
will your eyes ever capture me,
so i can admire and yet to see,
You dance like no other,
so some men dont even bother,
I often wonder, when will it be my turn,
so my heart sometimes i feel it burn,
You are the woman in my dreams,
I think some men might often deem,
You are a virturous woman in your own unique dance,
when will I ever trust to enhance,
I am so feeble and weak from your look,
look it how long it took,
you dance like the uniqueness of a magical stick,
how i wish I would of been so confindent as rick,
When you dance a hive of men incline to you,
that i know your dance is so true,
You are my dancing woman of the night,
wont you look my way and consider me tonight,
You are the dancing woman.
poem by Dandy leo jr.
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Mother Universe
IT took so many million years
before men finally realized
that this universe is
a female
feminine so feminine with
stars as accent for his black hair
moon as brooch
sun as golden gown
with all flare ascending the
stairs of heaven
the earth as her soft bed
at night laden with trees and flowers
and soft grass too
she got this black hole
sucking everything masculine
inside her radioactive womb
and with a bang
she gives birth to another set
of stars
another family
in the line of galaxies
heavenly family trees
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wind O' The Autumn
I love you, wind o' the Autumn, that came from I know not where,
To lead me out of the toiling world to a ballroom fresh and fair,
Where the poplars tall and golden and the beeches rosy and red
Are setting to woodland partners and dancing the stars to bed!
Oh! say, wild wind o' the Autumn, may I dance this dance with you
Decked out in your gown of moonmist and jewelled with drops of dew?
For I know no waiting lover with arms that so softly twine,
And I know no dancing partner whose step is so made for mine!
poem by William Henry Ogilvie
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Regret
Regret is the way we feel
when life starts getting us down.
We think of things we should have done
or things we should have said.
We regret not to have taken the time
to live our lives to the full
and realise our full potential.
We are always in such a rush
we rarely hear an infant cry.
To counter act these things
that all of us sometimes do
we fill ourselves with remorse and regret.
It is worse when time rushes by
and everything has gone,
it is then we examine our lives
to see what went wrong.
Therefore, as you read this through,
stop and take a minute or two.
To look around at your life
and look more closely at all the things
that are of real value to you,
your friends and family.
Then turn your life around
to spend more time with them.
Everything else will be there tomorrow,
but will your family and friends.
Appreciate them more
because life is short
and there is never
any real certainty there.
So stop now and examine
the real priorities in your life,
lest you live the rest of it
with remorse and regret.
(8 November 2007)
poem by David Harris
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R. M. a revelation
when he opens up
the world closes in on him
the headman closed the window
the woman with the white long gown
closes the door
they will change his name
the one that fits his revelation of who he really is
then he moves on
to a new life
this now he is as brave as a lion
carrying the truth of his sharp teeth
his strong legs and claws
make the great leap
from one cliff to the other
below him the abyss
between him
the invisible bridge of his connection
to the the truth long hidden
he is silent now
but free
his solitude becomes a tree with long leaves
full of flowers are the branches
now the butterflies like him are free
like a chameleon tired of changing hues
he sticks to the color of the wind
the warmth of the sun
on the lush grasses of the plains
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Woman, You Deserve More
Woman, you deserve more than flowers.
You deserve more than vows.
You deserve more than that ring,
Woman, you deserve more than love
The beauty in your eyes
Woman you deserve more than tender touches
The beauty of your voice
Woman you deserve more than kisses
Dear you deserve more,
something unseen, someone untouchable
More than gold, more than diamonds triple fold
Trust me, you deserve more
Written March 05,2012 by Theo Merma. In honor of International Woman's Day 2012.
'To all the woman out there, thank you for the existence. Stay strong, whatever life may throw at you, keep in mind that you deserve more! Live life, embrace it until it's through. Regards. -Theo'
poem by Theo Merma
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The Dancing Bumble Bee / Bumble Boogie
The Dancing Bumble Bee/
Bumble Bee Boogie
And when the hot winds blow tonight
The dancing bumble bee takes flight
And all the flowers in the field
Prepare their nectar soon to yield
Dance
Dance
Fly
Fly
Behold the dancing bumble bee
And as they gather 'round to see
His rhythm burns like a raging fire
In passion by that sweet desire
Dance
Dance
Fly
Fly
Dance
Dance with me here tonight
I'll make you warm and right
I'll make you warm tonight
Come dance
He danced until the morning came
Until the music's last refrain
And though he knew it soon would end
He only lived to dance again
Dance
Dance
Fly
Dance
Dance with me here tonight
I'll make you warm and right
I'll make you warm tonight
Come dance
Dance
Dance
Fly
N. Diamond, J. Fina 1978
Album: You Don't Bring Me Flowers
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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The shapely arms
One’s cleavage visible tempts men.
One’s legs exposed tempt men
One’s naval bare can tempt men.
But the bare, shapely arms excel them.
30.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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LIFE and REGRET
If this is my life
So this is my life
If my life is filled with the ins and outs
So I know, I'm alive
If my life is full of sharp gravel
So I know, I'm alive
If my life is full of happy laughter
So I know, I'm alive
But if life is a regret
I surely know, it's not my life
Life for me is a breath without regret
poem by Venny Rose Tangkilisan Pelle
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Preserve Family
Man will put his trust in woman
For an exchange of fidelity.
Breach of fidelity amounts
To the forfeiting the trust of his
Restraints of sexual impulses
Are the outcome of fidelity.
Restraints of evil tendencies
Are the result of trustworthiness.
Trust is wider than fidelity.
A part of the trust is fidelity.
In spite of infidelity,
Trustworthiness can be still there.
Marriage is built on mutual trust.
Fail marks in one of the subjects
Should not warrant total dismissal.
Be that field improved or overlooked.
A man tends to flirt with other women
And still stands by his own woman.
A woman who responds to men’s lure
Can still be loyal to her husband.
Man’s disloyalty doesn’t hurt
Woman as much as woman’s does.
It is more from his possessiveness.
It is more from his assertiveness.
Love and trust travel beyond sex.
Wife’s status is husband’s status.
Child’s status id parents status.
Identity will take care of trust.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Dance For Relief!
Dancing is an art that makes one forget all worries;
Dancing to a tune relieves one a while from tensions;
Dancing according to music makes one really free!
Dancing and singing make one enjoy pleasure fine.
Dancing, singing and playing music makes one divine!
Shaking of body, hands and legs beautifully is dance;
Sake dance, break dance, clap dance are all real fun!
Dancing makes one healthy and beautiful life long!
Dancing is a balancing art as the Stars do in the Universe!
Dancing for balance is beauty that attracts all to dance
And make the company joyous to forget time and worries.
So, man visualized God as Divine Lord of Dance to dance!
Dancing, singing and playing music is a wonderful art
Poetry has prompted man to visualize and realize in life!
poem by Ramesh T A
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