She Is Homely
she is homely
heavy legs, dead toenails,
crooked limbs, thick lips,
round eyes like a
soccer ball,
twisted, twitching face,
wild eyebrows,
entangled hair,
rough skin,
flat nose,
by all means she
is not like the rest
who are lovable
but i know you noble
man loving a
betty la fea,
for if you do not love
her,
who may ever can?
thanks to you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Supremacy is the beauty
Chubby lips, plump cheeks, massive breasts, fleshy buttocks,
Blunt nose, hairy skin, coarse hair and black eyes
Are the features the Dravidians inherited from the Negros.
Thin lips, flat cheeks, rounded breasts, slated buttocks,
Long nose, pale skin, silky hair and brown eyes
Are the features Aryan inherited from the White race.
Aryans are held beautiful by their cultural supremacy.
30.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Tantalizing
I have seen that her eyes are sharp.
Her eyes are sharp and attentive
But still I dare not encounter them.
They hold my head captive.
I have seen that her nose is stern.
Her nose is stern and aiming
But still that nose I cannot pinch.
It torments my eyes, straining.
I found that her lips are of flesh.
Her lips are fleshy and amorous
But still the very lips I cannot caress.
They render my lips nervous.
I like her face being slim and slender.
Her face is slim and passionate
But still I cannot claim that of her.
It keeps my brain desolate.
I wonder how nimble her limbs are.
Her limbs are nimble and at hand
But still to touch them I don’t dare.
They set my belly to grind.
I understand that her vibes is strong.
Her vibes is strong and resonant
But still me she chose to tantalize.
She left my soul poignant.
Total reticence from her
Might have been better
Rather than raising hope
And then belying it.
05.05.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Like Being Brown
I like being brown
Caramel with red undertones
I love my thick lips and wide nose
I can create kinky masterpieces from my locks
And yes my round hips can be seen for blocks and blocks
These things are part of my culture you see-traits, characteristics
Yet they don't define me
They don't tell you that I don't like to fly
And am sometimes afraid of the dark
You can't tell by them that on Saturdays
I take my son to the park
My intelligence cannot be seen in the color of my skin
The thickness of my lips does not tell you what kind of person I am
You may assume from my kinky locks that I am a certain 'type'
But only by knowing my heart, can your predictions be right
See whether you are red or tan, white, yellow or brown
With curly or straight hair, eyes slanted or round
Be proud to show love for your culture and your heritage
And celebrate your fellow man as he shows pride in his
poem by Tamika Stubblefield
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The Brown's Man's Nocturnal Anxieties
brown man with thick lips
flat nose and bold eyelashes
your face rests on your right arm
you need sleep
you can't
tomorrow is still filled
with anxiety
the night will be insomniac
your eyes are suspicious always
when the lights are finally turned off.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Suffocation
Last night I had the weirdest dream
I dreamt that I was lying in bed
With this girl whose hair was
As black as the night and as
Thick as a forest,
And her hair, her hair was
Smothering me
Or at least, I thought it was
Her hair,
Until I noticed it was her hands
Running over my face,
My lips
My eyes
My cheeks.
As hot as the desert
And smooth as silk
But pressing down
Pressing me into my pillow
Until I could see nothing
But the pink of her skin
And I thought,
Im gunna die
Those hands are gunna
Kill me
Until I realized really,
It wasn’t hands,
But lips,
Sucking the air from mine
Engulfing my last breath
And drawing it into her being
And I thought, well,
At least lips are
A nice way to go
Until finally I came
To my goddamn senses
And I realized,
I realized it wasn’t her lips
But the words coming
From those sweet lips
That was suffocating me
And it was “I love you”
I was choking on
Not her hair, hands or lips
At all.
poem by Nick Downer
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Picasso Youth Mask
youth glazed
green brown
clay framed red
absorb emotion
features contort
experiences run
brow flat lip twist
nose master hairline
forehead eyebrows sight
hair to neck curve straight
above eyes below hairline
world will raw face stiff chin
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Loving Arms
Darling, the day is over,
my boots, are resting in the rack,
homely, and lovely, your eyes are.
My pen, I'm done, let my pen rest,
the door is bolted, whose time is not?
my eyes are heavy, the log of duty was heavy.
Darling, spread yourloving arms,
screws, in my head, let my head rest,
in your loving arms, I slumber.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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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 Heaven
Young and tender – like a green coconut with sweet juices
Soft skin – as soft as an infant
Red blushes face – as red as the ‘Red Sun’
Sweet voice – like a hungry Dolphin echo
Firm and hard breasts – as ripe as water melons
Body contour – like an acoustic guitar
Crispy butt – as crispy as honeyed meat loaf
Mouth watering in between – as delicious as tropical seafood
Flawless silken hair – like a Stallion tail
Teasing nose – like the Swiss Alps skiing steep
Hungry like a wolf eyes – as deep as the Pacific cliff
Rose petals ears – as wide as water lily
Heart vibrating legs – as lengthy as the Chinese Bamboos
Flat masculine stomach – like a trampoline
Sweet and sour armpits – like the killing senses that freeze
Snow-white teeth – like the sparkling stars
Venomous tongue – as deadly as Cobra
Raspberry voluptuous lips – as sweet as the Berry fruits
Crystal shine nails – like a full moon
Steamy long fingers – like the steamy eyes of Delilah
I want every inch of you baby,
don’t want to waste even an ounce.
When the moon starts to light up the darkened skies,
that’s the time when my sanity becomes wild,
as wild as the rough Yangtze River,
but I would survive the rough waters
just to be at your feet,
to kiss you from toes to head.
Every second of my life is attached to your soul,
galvanizing the strings of our love,
sewn to the hearts.
My drying tears of joy would be refilled
by your droplets of honey dew,
produced by your loving glands.
How we would caress lips to lips
exchanging our saliva,
thus weld the passionate line of amalgamated souls.
Love surrounds us
like a full blown rhythm of the heart beat,
engrossed with lyrical flow of fragrance blood.
Even your fart would smell chocolate to me.
To see your smiling face full of craving delicacies
would make my composed song hit the billboard chart
and remain on top permanently.
Baby, don’t falsify your words of ‘I do’
cuz it will backfire
and would place us
in the precinct of disaster.
Please, hug me now,
hold me tight till our bodies
heat up and melt and become a honey bar.
Darling, you’re the only Heaven,
I would long for.
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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Drop Dead Legs
Drop dead legs, pretty smile,
Hurts my head, gets me wild.
Dig that steam, giant butt,
Makes me scream, I get nuh-nuh-nothing but the shakes over you
And nothing else could ever do.
Chorus:
You know that you want it.
I know what it is.
You know that you want it, baby,
When the night is through, will I still be loving you ?
Dig those moves, vam-pire
Set me loose, get it higher.
Throw my rope, loop-de-loop
Nice white teeth, betty boop.
Set it cool real heavy.
I aint fooled, gettin ready.
Chorus
(guitar solo)
song performed by by Van Halen
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Wrestle Them Out
this is the puzzle of the wrestle.
no, it is not the mortar and pestle.
not the usual metric matter, but something
beyond what your eyes can see,
a fusion and diffusion of arms and legs,
muscles and cartilages, you look for
the abdomen hidden by an abdomen,
there are no mouths, strictly no tongues,
but there are lots of fingers and toenails.
whose face is that? it is twisted.
Whose mouth is that? it is twitching.
whose faces faces whom? Butts
and bottoms. Could be robert's?
Could be ric's? Two bodies wrestling
fate. The stars bet their light. The moon
is awed. The night gets darker.
No one wants to go home. Everyone
is watching the wrestle. All flesh.
The pressure builds like a muscle.
My neck is bound by an elbow.
The elbow is bound by the thigh.
There is prison and bars and rings.
Knobs. Locks. No keys.
We struggle to be free.
We hold and then we loosen.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Depends
Rich, black curls
Smooth fore head
Shapened eyebrows
Perfect nose
Beautiful lips
Clear skin
The attractive smile
The cool walk
The smooth strides...
He says, 'She is beautiful.'
Beautiful heart
Rich and glad spirit
Virtuous soul
Ever listening ears
Ever loving face
Innocent eyes
Forgiving mind
Calm in the tempest
Sweet lullaby in sleep
Another he says, 'She is beautiful.'
It depends on your outlook....
Still...she is the girl, sister, wife, mother, grandmother.
poem by Nithya John
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Lovin You (feat. LA The Darkman)
featuring La the Darkman
[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
What is love? Love is love
What is love? (Loving you)
[Inspectah Deck]
Yo examinin her hour glass frame
Exotic name passion splashin the fly fashions
On the 2 train words soothin her brain
There's the cue cross the platform she 'bout to exchange
She wooed slowly in plannin a kiss
And in the same motion bounced off with the switch
Couldn't let here go, before the train pulled off
She gave me a look that described my thoughts
And I was hypnotized by her ebony eyes
She wised to my scheme, made her temperature rise
Hours later, still zonin off the moment
Happened so fast, it's over with
And now you're gone, like the same short time
But stay so heavy on my mind, I'm...
"Loving you"
[La The Darkman]
Yo, I met a bad chick, model actress
Soft as a mattress, said she was catholic
Physically attractive, earth-toned skin
Thick but thin, looked like she just came off an island
Rolled in Porsches, lady was gorgeous
I'm tryin to ram bar down her mental fortress
Loved my name, La song, how'd you like to have my 4th born?
I'm the God, I'll be your umbrella in a storm
We can smoke, parlay, see a ghetto matinee
Don't worry about me, young thug, cuz I'll stay...
"Loving you"
[Inspectah Deck]
Dana was a girl I knew, she was true
Twist L's with the crew, bust the gat too
Had the stash labbed for when the jake rushed
'nuff head to grab, razors in bags
Lettin me rest my head, wild fugitive
Acceptin all collect calls throughout the bid
Like a big sister, I've got major love
She waved my hair, plus hold a gun in the glove
While you girls move like slippery eels
You the diamond in the rough that been keepin it real
That's why you're closer to me than most I roll with
Smoked bones, rolled dice and made dough with
And now you're gone like the same short time
But stay so heavy on my mind, I'm...
"Loving you" (x2
song performed by by Inspectah Deck
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Lovable
(chorus)
Its going round the town
Its going round the town
Its going round the town
Youre so lovable
My baby gave me notice to quit
I just cant get used to it
She broke my little heart in two
Now somebody else is being the same old you
(chorus)
My baby has egyptian eyes
And a wicked look beyond compare
If you thought I was a fool for you
Then I must be a bigger fool for her
(chorus)
Hed turn the flowers of springtime into a wreath
He says hed love you eternally
I say please please cant you keep it brief
They say theyre going to bury you
Because youre so lovable
Put your money where your mouth was
Youre so lovable
Each tender mumble brings us closer to bedlam
Youre so lovable
The toast of the town and the talk of the bedroom
Youre so lovable
Youre so sweet
Youre so honest
You say 'Ill be true to you boy
But I wont promise
Then you say you love me
Then you show me
As you lie there so lifelike below me
(chorus)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Lovin You
[intro: inspectah deck]
What is love? love is love
What is love? (loving you)
[inspectah deck]
Yo, examinin her hour-glass frame
Exotic name, passion, splashin the fly fashions
On the 2 train, words soothin her brain
Theres the cue, cross the platform, she bout to exchange
She wooed slowly in plannin a kiss
And in the same motion, bounced off with the switch
Couldnt let here go, before the train pulled off
She gave me a look that described my thoughts
And I was hypnotized by her ebony eyes
She wised to my scheme, made her temperature rise
Hours later, still zonin off the moment
Happened so fast, its over with
And now youre gone, like the same short time
But stay so heavy on my mind, im...
Loving you
[la the darkman]
Yo, I met a bad chick, model actress
Soft as a mattress, said she was catholic
Physically attractive, earth-toned skin
Thick but thin, looked like she just came off an island
Rolled in porsches, lady was gorgeous
Im tryin to ram bar down her mental fortress
Loved my name, la song, howd you like to have my 4th born?
Im the god, Ill be your umbrella in a storm
We can smoke, parlay, see a ghetto matinee
Dont worry about me, young thug, cuz Ill stay...
Loving you
[inspectah deck]
Dana was a girl I knew, she was true
Twist ls with the crew, bust the gat too
Had the stash labbed for when the jake rushed
nuff head to grab, razors in bags
Lettin me rest my head, wild fugitive
Acceptin all collect calls throughout the bid
Like a big sister, Ive got major love
She waved my hair, plus hold a gun in the glove
While you girls move like slippery eels
You the diamond in the rough that been keepin it real
Thats why youre closer to me than most I roll with
Smoked bones, rolled dice and made dough with
And now youre gone like the same short time
But stay so heavy on my mind, im...
Loving you (x2)
song performed by by Inspectah Deck
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Crooked Smile (song)
With your deep brown eyes
and your crooked smile
you swept me away for
quite a while when you smiled
a crooked smile
Then you came and
asked for a chance
but all I said was
How bout a dance
and then you smiled
A crooked smile
(Chorus)
Now your gone
and I'm missing you
and my broken Heart
wont be in two
when you smile
a crooked smile
Years have passed
and tears have too
but all I know
is I love you
and your smile
your crooked smile
Yesterday when you
got off the plane
you ran to my side
cuz I stood at your gate
and then you smiled
a croooked smile
You pulled me close
and said hello
but I could see
you were being mellow
til you smiled
a crooked smile
(Chorus)
now your here
and I'm loving you
and my broken heart
won't be in two
when you smile
a crooked smile
Moments passed
and memories made
And I know there ain't a better day
then when you smile
a crooked smile
Oh when you smile
my heart goes wild
poem by Jasmine Thompson
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In Need of Love
Maybe I have to tell you,
My eyes are brown.
My nose is wide.
And my hair is kinky too.
Maybe I just don't show,
My feelings deep.
Or those things inside of me,
You will never know.
And no!
It is not okay you walk away.
In belief I am just an object.
There!
But too invisible to see.
And no!
It is not okay my feelings are ignored.
As if I should not have them.
And you have more.
Maybe I have to tell you,
My eyes are brown.
Skin black as viewed
With a wide nose and kinky hair too.
Although you may walk away,
Believing to dismiss me is okay.
As if I am an object invisible to see.
And not in need of love.
But I am!
And I suspect...
You have no idea what love means.
If it is not drenched in peroxide.
Or has contacts in blue.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even More Domineering
I love Rudi’s protectiveness, Juliette says
I’m a disgrace to all feminists, I love his
jealousy while Juliette points out that she
is the great beauty, not I, she has the hair,
seriously beautiful hair, long legs and big
blue eyes; while I have soft hair, light-sen-
sitive eyes and short legs and a non-sexy
smile, Juliette has been crowned first
princess in a beauty pageant
She mockingly threatens to steal Rudi from
me, he’s much too handsome and I’m much
too clinging, she says, but I disagree, I asked
him could he have chosen Juliette if he had
met her first, he burst out laughing and said
not on your life, I don’t care for eyes, legs and
hair, but about what’s inside, I asked him if
he loved what’s inside me more
than the outside –
He replied, I love what’s inside AND I adore
the package in which you arrived, he kissed
my non-glamorous hair and my light-sensitive
eyes and said he liked the fire that lived inside,
he kissed my non-sexy smile and said the love
in the line of my lips drove him wild, I asked him
about my being too dependent and forcing him
to be domineering, using Juliette’s arguments;
he decided then and there
To become even more domineering instead
and marched me off to bed…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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Her Lover Boy...
he wants to be remembered
by his strangled hair
by the waves of his eyebrows
his shaven face
his sticky wink
his protruding nose (bent backwards like his penis)
his gasping breaths (like those sex moans last night)
his teeth that bites an unlighted cigarette
quietly caught between the hold of his
lips of fire.........
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Loving Our Bodies But Only For A Time
i shudder on a possible answer
on the question of
what is it that really makes me desire you?
the temporary and quick answer of course
is your body,
those hands, that hair, those legs, that skin,
i have touched you and it is so good,
but i am worried for how long shall this answer satisfy me
time is staring at me and gives me that quizzical look
of fading and waving
that undulating shape of existence that soon surrenders
to reality
this reality of passing, this change,
this moving away, those leaves that fall and rot and become nothing
but another layer of insignificant ground,
and i shudder again to the next question, as i prepare for the shudder
of my next answer,
i am terrified at last, finding out
that there is nothing in you that is worth loving at all,
that i am but trapped in my body, trapped also into your own body
and we are in this same prison for quite a time
the seasons give us keys of awakening
there is finally nothing in us that is lovable at all
and we see it now, as we glimpse upon the veiled face of
the incoming death
we were fooled, we know that,
but it does not matter now, we have learned and by all means
we are ready to go.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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