The Wind Against Your Body
BEHIND the bold lines
of black and the
alternating yellow fabric
is your body,
the winds against your body
the fabric shows well
the curve
the pointed breasts
the valley
of cleavage
i cannot stop looking
longer this time
and i
exploded into a firework
of golden lights
to the skies
to the seas.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Party
0n her 60th birthday
she had her hair dyed red
had a face life
and had her body
bleached
she wears her skimpy
outfit
with yellow flowers
on the fabric
her lips are thick
red
her body still makes
the swing
she dances the whole
night
does the tango and boogie
we cheer for her strength
still making it
without her husband
who left her for another
woman
in America
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rip Up The Threads
We're all in this together.
We never were alone.
We've just been told
we're different.
And so the words were sewn
into a fabric, sewn up tight
by the dirty hands with the needle
and the threads became the grime.
It made the fabric
and wove the shame
into it tightly
without any name.
For without a name
there's just a blank space,
no visible face
to cast the blame on.
Rip up the threads.
Rip it in shreds.
Each race take a thread
and pull it apart.
Your common purpose
will be what you see.
And peace will finally start.
Love will be there
for we're creatures from God
that wants us to share
in a fabric made of love.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Quality is the result of a carefully constructed cultural environment. It has to be the fabric of the organization, not part of the fabric.
Philip Crosby in Reflections on Quality
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We all participate in weaving the social fabric; we should therefore all participate in patching the fabric when it develops holes mismatches between old expectations and current realities.
quote by Anne C. Weisberg
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Black Ladder
Black ladder I long
To finger to feel
A pulse a curve
Pulsating inward
Grinning outwards
An ageless smile
Horizons on the pillow
As I still mountaineer
Clinging hold of her brazier
Vertigo dizzies itself on a cleft
One more swing-out and in
And the fabric of the world
Will fit into a rubber skin
poem by Mark Heathcote
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The Way You Smile At Me
as we get near
at the junction of our new directions
i could not help but notice your smile
i understand perfectly what you are hinting
you will offer something that i dream of
like your heart on a golden platter
i would like to take it
with my own hands
and keep it whole
i want it forever
but no
things do not just stop in there
there is also an exchange
a price that i must pay
you will also take everything i have
my soul my body
it is there on the curve of the smile like a scythe
i am not ready as always to part with what i treasure
my body my soul my independence my mind
and so i turned back
to the old ways of my home
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Conceal to reveal
Breasts bare, breasts with bra,
Breasts revealing the cleavage,
Breasts under blouse with bare belly
And breasts with contour visible
Have their appeal up in that order.
The more one is left for imagination
The more the beauty will reveal.
06.12.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Body To Body
Body, body, bo-bo-bo-body, body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
I love the way you make me feel
When you do what youre doing to me, oh
Touching me the way you do, you know, know youve got to feel it too
When you bodys next to mine, youve got me hypnotized
Body to body
Body to body
You know I like the way you do what you do when you do it to me, oh
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
Flowing through this magic night
I love to feel you hold me tight
You are the one thats right for me
You got me feeling tingaly
Share the night with stars above
I think Ive found this thing called love
Fever running through your eyes
You are my heavenly device
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
You opened up the world to me
You changed my life so tenderly
I know you are the only one
Youre brighter than the burning sun
Dont know where youre going to
I dont care as long as Im with you
That certain sparkle in your eyes
Has got me feeling oh so high
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
I like what you do when you do all those things to me
Body to body....
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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The Mountain And The Snake
a long black yellow snake with stripes
arrives hissing
looking for a prey
a rat perhaps
but there is none
not even an ant for a snack
and so the long black yellow snake with stripes of green
slides its way to a dark, moist cave
tight on its door
pushing its long slimy body
to the tip of the
cave's orifice to the end of its
intestine
it was a good tickle
and the whole body of the mountain
gives a tremble
a moan and from the slits of its sides
to the tip of its feet
and toes and trees
the whole body of the mountain
moans
happy with the long slimy body of the
snake's skin and bone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Refrain
Of all the songs which poets sing
The ones which are most sweet
Are those which at close intervals
A low refrain repeat;
Some tender word, some syllable,
Over and over, ever and ever,
While the song lasts,
Altering never,
Music if sung, music if said,
Subtle like some golden thread
A shuttle casts,
In and out on a fabric red,
Till it glows all through
With the golden hue.
Oh! of all the songs sung,
No songs are so sweet
As the songs with refrains,
Which repeat and repeat.
Of all the lives lived,
No life is so sweet,
As the life where one thought,
In refrain doth repeat,
Over and over, ever and ever,
Till the life ends,
Altering never,
Joy which is felt, but is not said,
Subtler than any golden thread
Which the shuttle sends
In and out in a fabric red,
Till it glows all through
With a golden hue.
Oh! of all the lives lived,
Can be no life so sweet,
As the life where one thought
In refrain doth repeat,
"Now name for me a thought
To make life so sweet,
A thought of such joy
Its refrain to repeat."
Oh! foolish to ask me. Ever, ever
Who loveth believes,
But telleth never.
It might be a name, just a name not said,
But in every thought; like a golden thread
Which the shuttle weaves
In and out on a fabric red,
Till it glows all through
With a golden hue.
Oh! of all sweet lives,
Who can tell how sweet
Is the life which one name
In refrain doth repeat?
poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
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Numberless Dreams
Wonderful beauty
The curve of her neck
The fullness of her lips
The way her eyes cast
fervent glances
Her hair freshly disheveled
Her furtive smile
The curve from her waist
down to her hips
The fullness of her breasts
The way her legs flash when they move
Her skin flushed. Her body fervid
Reverent hands
Every time he touched her
was like the first time
His hands trembled,
yet moved with purpose
over her body;
gently pushin', pullin'
Her response urgent, ardent
Numberless dreams
Once I lived my dreams
Now I dream my life
I dream of you muse
Each night I hope
you will fill my sleep
with numberless dreams
of your wonderful beauty
and my reverent hands
tremblin' as they touch you
poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro
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Foolish Pleasure
Pleasing the body is quite a feat.
It's life's biggest quest.
Pleasing the soul is a bigger feat
for the soul knows you best.
You cannot hide the crimson blush.
It's the body's tell-tale sign.
You cannot see the heartened rush
for the soul's pleasure is devine.
It's beyond the pleaure the body feels
for the body is a fickle fool.
But the pleasure of the soul is lasting.
It follows every rule.
But oh that foolish pleasure
that makes us who we are
seems so stong.It is hard to stop.
It's end is way too far,
far from realitry, close to insanity
and still the body is bold.
Some say it's foolish. I say no
for the pleasure undoes the cold.
The soul abides and patiently waits
and knows the time will come
when foolish pleasure is temporary
for the body will succumb.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Health is.
When you are aware of the real need of your body
Will not try to destroy it with bad habits wrongly.
Should learn how the human body function,
What to eat and drink to have the best food conversion.
Definitely must move enough to stop deterioration,
Never to have joint and bone troubles, need prevention.
Must rest enough and good night sleep,
To avoid stress, anger and your health to upkeep.
Our body has the built in healing,
Only we have to stop which is destroying,
Then you do not need doctor or medicine,
Perfect health is yours, your body'll be a well oiled machine.
The human body is the greatest wonder of this time,
We must take the best care and stop the crime.
Anyway, if we keep peace, harmony and kindness,
Our body will reflect that back timeless.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Love Seat
Over sized chair of dusty plum,
forcing my body into fetal pose.
Color the perfect shade of pain and depression,
you beckon me.
You’re velvety arms encase me,
as my body sinks into you’re warm embrace.
Sucking the blood red of pain &
the cold midnight blue of depression from me
into you’re fabric.
I sink into you’re warm softness
Free to dream peaceful dreams.
poem by Karen Thornburg
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The Red Valley
Let me swim in your red valley of love and,
Let me kiss your lips as well my sweet woman;
For i will surely find my way in this thick black forest.
Come and let me kiss your body and,
Let me hold you closer to my body as well;
For i need this red valley of love to swim in.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Body
Your body is not
Under your control
Futile to say
About other scroll.
You do not know
Where I am
And you are going on
Calling my roll.
You know I am
Not in the Mandir
Not in the Mosque
And you are losing
Your time and energy
To make a search.
You know I am not
In any action
Not in any reaction
And you are
Expressing emotion.
I am with you
And within your body
And in the bodies of all.
Take care of the body
Know the body is
To know me.
Remember
I am not the body
Body is not I
And you have to leave
The body
Without the body
Nothing can be achieved
And you are nothing.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Souls are born
Souls are born leaders-
But a stranger's come calling,
Trying to open a door;
For sure opening windows.
Soul's all dressed up,
Body lagging behind
Following the bright lights,
Like shepherds hunting babies.
Body the sluggard; body the receptacle
Of so much light, amid time-crazed journeys;
Body follows maps, soul the guiding stars..
Soul knows not where the body's going
But only what happens, when it gets there.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Thou hide thyself behind the Fabrics of life
weft is Energy and matter is
warp,
Weaving fabric after fabric of
worlds,
Filling your own breath in all,
Every breath is eternal story of
thy love,
thou are blind to thy own brightness,
Covering yourself with colourful fabric of life,
thou art that primordial existence and cause,
Primordial love,
Thou art the love, ever loving lover,
beloved of all life,
every life is a ray of thy love,
Every life is thy love story,
You weave the web of life,
Using corporeal and Empyreal illusions,
Every word is colourful and
powerful,
Every life is thy love song,
singing with different lyrics and tune,
Under the fabric of words,
Web of every words and scriptures hide you more,
Every heart is thine hide!
The heart that one with you in
love,
Only love these fabrics because of you,
Behind every form of
corporeal you hide more,
Thou are always naked,
Behind fabrics of life,
to the one who is silent,
bearfooted and naked in thy love!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Why We Said Goodbye
(billy kirsch, tom douglas)
I remember sunday mornings walking on the beach
And that place wed stop for breakfast with the old red vinyl seats
The hours of the tide chart
The way the sunlight dance upon your face
That antique roller coaster you just had to ride
I remember how you laughed at the terror in my eyes
The color and the detail
Just like it was yesterday
And I remember how you held me the night my father died
I didnt have to tell you
I just broke down and cried
Youre sewn into the fabric, the pieces of my life
And I just cant remember why we said goodbye
Up and down this boardwalk lonely people sit
I know it wasnt perfect but nothin ever is
The sails out in the harbor
Are searching for the wind
I just had to call you, I had to hear your voice
And tell you I still love you we still have a choice
Youre sewn into the fabric, the pieces of my life
And I just cant remember why we said goodbye
Everything I do
Leads back to you
I know I just cant let us go
There must have been a reason, but I cant remember now
I know if I could hold you we could work it out
Youre sewn into the fabric the pieces of my life
And girl lets give it one more try
Cause I just cant remember why we said goodbye
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Who cares? - Nobody Cares.
No-body cares!
if I die, or You die
no-body cares!
if i cry, or your cry
no-body cares!
if you move out or i stay
no-body cares!
if your hurt or I'm hurt
no-body cares!
i fail, win or gain any form of victory
no-body cares!
if your job-less and i be skint, and out of pocket
no-body cares!
if your being abused, I'm being abused behind closed doors
no-body cares!
if there is justice for me and no-justice for you
no-body cares!
if my child is known, and yours be UN-known
no-body cares!
if there are wars in my country, wars in your country
no-body cares!
no-body cares! no-body dare's to put a 'STOP' sign up!
poem by Noorie Ali
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