Rural Scene
what you see
is this:
a straw hat
covering her hair
against the sun
she is just a
shadow
her eyes look
against you
you are blinded
by her
presence
her lips are
not delightful
as her hips
are no longer swaying to your
dictates
this is what you do not see:
her tongue
in cheek
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Hips Sway
Not the harsh sunshine
Cast soft dusk ambers instead
Brow furroughs not be shown
Let only clarity be read
Sway. Just sway
Close your eyes now
Sway
Let your mind wander now
Hips Sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway
And like the road
That tells of no fatalities
Let me fool you one more time
Nievete travels smooth-Just fine
When you're with me
Sway Just sway
Close your eyes now
Sway
Let your mind wander now
Hips sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway
Let the sweet of my lips
Linger on your finger tips
Longer than the rational of time
Not trying to keep you
Not trying to make you mine
Sway. Just sway
Close your eyes now
Sway
Let your mind wander now
Hips Sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway
So when the night shadows
No longer move my way
Persuaded you can not be
Not even one more day
Impaled I will not be
Instead retreat to mountain tops
To face the sky and say
Remember how we used to sway
Close your eyes now
Sway.
Let your mind wander now
Hips Sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway
poem by Atty Davis
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It Is Poetic And Prophetic
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'I see the holes in shoes.'
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'Those shoes have not been used.
Since many are afraid of walking.
But talk about nonsense,
They choose to do.'
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
And...
It could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'Lips flap flip flop so much.'
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'Flipping lips lick ears to touch,
With venom spiced and nothing nice to say...
Yet quick to pick from empty pockets.'
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
'Woe goes the mogul to spend from thieving.
Wishing to steal more.
To take and not to give.
Or...
Sympathize with those begging.'
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'I see the holes in shoes.'
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Moonflower
The moon flower has lights on her kneecaps
Kissed by the beams galaxies stranding
Across the milk ways breast fed in her laps
Sleepless in each glimmer that's landing
To pull the strings of her silent lips
To crack the code of the cryptic night
To touch her hair and her silver hips
Swaying the burdens of the morning light
Her navel's pierced with a jewel rare
Stolen right from the tip of the tongue
A day to pronounce and once again to dare
To spell the dawns in the songs unsung
Her feet are tender her toes are so tiny
Her nails are polished in stardust of silver
Her eyes made of beauty silently miming
A water to each ocean and bed to each river
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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She's In Style
She's in style
She's got that infamous smile
And no one could reject her doe eyes
Everyone says she's a kind of lunatic
Or maybe she's just a bit eccentric
Don't be tricked by her alluring lips
Don't be deceived by her swaying hips
Or you only be moved like an easy puppet
She's in style
You will shiver by the mischief laugh from a mile
And no one could escape her silky web
Everyone says she's a kind of freak
Or maybe she's just too energetic
Don't be trapped by her seducing skin
Don't be swept by her blowing hair
Or you only act like obedient pet
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Homage to My Hips
these hips are big hips.
they need space to
move around in.
they don't fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don't like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top
poem by Lucille Clifton
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How do you know it’s not a hand
It no longer takes your hand
It no longer strokes your hair
It no longer touches your lips
No longer waves hellos and goodbyes
No longer types a message for you
All it does is close your eyes
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Characteristics of People
Long hair,
Short hair
Dark or light,
Black or white
Small or full lips,
Thin or wide hips
Blue eyes,
Brown eyes
Skinny or fat,
This or that
Everyone has one or another,
Wether it's from themselves
Or their father or mother.
poem by Jessica Goudreault
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Return
Once more. Look: a spent old scarecrow
shrivelled face
straw-dry shadow
swaying like a leaf
bending and swaying over books.
Once more. Look: a spent old crone
weaving and weaving
knitted stockings
mouth full of curses
lips forever mumbling curses.
There’s the household cat
has not moved since I left,
still dreaming by the stove
playing cat and mouse
in his dream.
And as ever, in darkness
the spider weaves
hanging its web
full of swollen fly corpses
in the dark west corner.
You’ve not changed:
All old as the hills.
Nothing new.
I’ll join you, old cronies!
Together we’ll rot till we stink.
poem by Hayyim Nahman Bialik
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Frosted Fruity Booty
Frosted fruity booty breezed,
With fragrant ammunition.
A scented ambition...
To encapture, tease and please,
From eras passed.
Womanly and loving...
Every bit of her qualities.
A smile of pleasure quickly found my lips.
As my eyes laid to rest,
Upon her swaying hips.
And this was not a rehash of fads,
To come and go!
And when she whizzed and left with flair,
Her presence was still in the air.
And it was kept right there.
For amatures to copy!
But this original...
Was hers alone!
And 'that' she made aware!
Preserved,
And in delicious minted condtion!
She and I both knew,
Her persona was not a replica!
And 'where' was she...
When I was quicker 'then',
To lift with abandoned ease?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Red Lips With a Hint of Confidence
You have to be confident
Walk in a room with your chin up
You are the leader of every step
They will stare at you
Captivated by your Walk
And those juicy red lips you wear
Its because of the air around
The way your hair moves
You Control their eyes
Ruby red lips and sexy hips
You have the confidence
To move a man with one look
A flick of the wrist if you will
A task you undertake with ease
Your smile takes over them
With that delicious red lipstick
You tangle up all their thoughts
all because you are confident
Ruby Red Lips
Sexy little Hips
and a Stare that can control a man
A Stare of Confidence
poem by Audrey Marie Kay
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Moon's Wrath
Running in the moon's shadow
I catch your glimpse,
Your eyes wear a burning glow
A cruel smile is on your lips.
I know what's in your mind,
Revenge for all the wrong,
The slavery, the perpetual grind,
The suppression borne so long!
You walked the fire with patience
Stretching limits of your endurance,
But my might, my blinded sense
Felt no remorse, no penitence!
I'm fleeing from the moon's shadow,
From the wrath your heart drips,
Your eyes wear a deadly glow,
A monstrous smile is on your lips!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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I Once Looked At A Face
I once looked at a face
which in a single glance spoke volumes to me,
the traffic lights, the cars
the other people on the sidewalk
went by unnoticed
The glittering of her eyes
their colour and expression
her slender nose, her dimpled cheek
her lustrous dark hair
made a lasting impression
as if I was looking at an ideal form
but there was more to it than just that
and her sparkling laughter
the way that she threw her hair back
had an own significance
Yet more stunning was her actions
of which years later I am still trying
to decipher the meaning
as she walked up to me
flinging her arms around my neck
She drew my head down to hers
her perfume was enchanting
her lips sweet, soft and hot against mine
and there was a kind of electricity
while she kissed me
I was totally dumbfounded
while her laughter
was both sweet and serene
and she was a stranger to me
but extremely pretty
She looked at me
for another moment in excitement
with a smile on her lips
before she walked away
with swinging hips
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Love The Smell Of Maggie In The Morning
To wake with you each morning,
Such a pleasant thought that is.
Waking on a winter's day,
for winter becomes the bedroom,
waking with you beside me in your bed,
my arms embracing you
gently from behind.
Your body warming mine.
Your hair against my cheek.
Your fragrance in my breath.
The taste of you still on my lips.
And last night's memory of you
stirring in my groin.
You wake and, smiling sleepily,
turn into me and peck softly at my mouth,
with merest touch of tongue,
for ours are morning breaths.
Then, fondling with your eyes in bed,
and touching a finger to my cheek,
you bite your bottom lip
and barely, ever so slightly,
shake your head.
poem by Red O'Mara
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Spider web
There’s a spider web
of which parts got on your hair
and you are alarmed by it
and I take fine silk from your hair
while you look big eyed at me
and your lips are open
as if you are gasping for breath.
The wind blows a branch
whipping up and down,
but it’s unnoticed
by us both.
Your eyes are caught by the spider web
on which two spiders
are rocking in the wind
and I am caught,
with the look in your golden eyes
and your open lips that are inviting
and a small leave hanging on your cheek.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Right Thurr (remix)
Right Thurr"
uh ey dirty (what)
look at that girl right there (aw)
she make me faint (ohh)
ohhh oh oh
do whatchu do
[Chorus]
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
I like the way you look in them pants, say you fine (fine)
your mama a quarter peice, she far from a dime (dime)
The type of girl that will getchu up and go make you grind (grind)
I'm thinkin bout snatchn' her up
Dirty, making her mine
Look at her hips, look at her legs, Ain't she stacked (stacked)
I sure wouldn't mind hittn' that from the back (back)
I like it when I touch it, cuz she moan lil bit
Jeans saggin', so I can see her thong lil bit
I know she grown lil bit, 20 years old, you legal
Don't trip off my people, just hop in the regal
I swoop on her like an eagle, swoop down and rate
I know your popular, but you gon be famous today
[Chorus]
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
She be shoppin at front nack, just look at her front back
Man she's soo stacked, does she knows that I want that
He make he's soo whack, girl can i taste your cat
Gave her 300$ to spend, like buying a throw-back
She stay in the club, like they be saying she got it
In real life, girl remind me of pochantas
She be at events, like the best when she past
All the high rollin' cats, wana pay for that ssss
Niggas half steppin', strapped with a nice weapon
It's against the law for her to move them hips
If you ever seen it dirty, your mouth gone drop
World wide, fools volenteer tell you its off top
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
I like it when she's doing that (come on)
Cuz I like it when she bring it back
ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh do what you do
I like it when she's doing that (uhhh)
Cuz I like it when she bring it back
ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh do what you do
Gimmie what you got for a pork chop (uh)
She threw it at me like I was a show stop (uh)
Twerkin in a phatty girl halter top
Then she backed it up on me, and let it drop (drop)
Make it hop (boing) , like a bunny (bunny)
Can I touch you where it's sunny
Or embarrass, and make you give us some money
She should pose for sports illustriated
It's like a picture perfect site
when she passed all the other girls hated.
[Chorus]
But I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
[2x]
I like that
I like that
I like that
I like that oh oh oh
song performed by by 50 Cent
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Art of Face
Whether pretty, whether ugly
Whether smooth, whether wrinkles
Strong character or average standard
Face is the front line charisma
Whether wall, whether comical
Whether mugged, whether candid
Trained facial, natural pose
Face is the shadow of world
Raising bow, twitching nerves
Blushing cheek, glittering sweat
Curving lips, mocking tongue
Face is emotion expression
Whether poker, whether joker
The fierce tiger, the cute doll
Sometimes impress, sometimes deceive
Face is the image of mind
Plastic surgery, covering veil
Forged by time, painted by culture
The beauty of Helen, the curse of Medusa
Face is the mask of creature
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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04 Have Scented Kiss
sharp wall’s corner
pasting half your beauty
thin contour of you lips
barely showing behind
your cascading wavy hair
shadow of your eyelashes
attenuating your eyes’ sparkle
to a soft, romantic glow
your thin shirt capturing
a full cap, descending
to a white shorts
riding beautiful flowing
leg to silver anklets
topping red stiletto heels
adoring smooth foot
and ivory nails
my love come, come
i want to see everything
as if, you’re walking on runway
you’re swaying to melody
i took your hand
i turn you around
oh! my, your hair floated
like flower bloom
you end up on my arms
as i dip you for a kiss
poem by Manonton Dalan
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The Brown Woman Walking In The Street Of The Town Early Morning
i meet a brown woman
early this morning
walking down the
street of the
town
she wears a transparent
blouse
her tits are protruding
bra-lessly
her hips swaying like a tsunami
her lips are wet with
too much gloss of red in there
her shorts are too short
her bottom is calling
for you to lust on her
she is showing her navel
and her middle
is cracking
i guess she is simply
telling you
that she is ready for
any war
and her tits and
cracks
and nipples
and hips
are her
potent weapons
and you go home
wanting to explode
she may destroy
& defeat you
after all
with all your
hidden weaknesses
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Leave-Taking
She will not smile;
She will not stir;
I marvel while
I look on her.
The lips are chilly
And will not speak;
The ghost of a lily
In either cheek.
Her hair--ah me!
Her hair--her hair!
How helplessly
My hands go there!
But my caresses
Meet not hers,
O golden tresses
That thread my tears!
I kiss the eyes
On either lid,
Where her love lies
Forever hid.
I cease my weeping
And smile and say:
I will be sleeping
Thus, some day!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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