Weight
uneven weights
struggling on the broad shoulders
of the heart
and the slimy forehead of the
brain,
the body suffers with no one
helping
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An uneven lot
My hands are uneven;
The one that seeks is long
And the other that lends is short.
My eyes are uneven;
The one for women is wide
And the other for the poor is weak..
My ears are uneven;
The one for applause is sharp
And the other for critics is weak.
My heart too is uneven;
The left half is fat for lust
And the right is thin for concern
.
Everyone has turned like me;
The fabric is loosening
And selfishness brings ruins.
21.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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And also it was a process of, we lifted weights as well, in an effort to train my body to then be able to lift heavier weights when I got in Australia. So that was the first couple of months.
quote by Brandon Routh
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Obstacle 1
I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips
We can cap the old times, make playing only logical harm
We can cap the old lines, make playing that nothing else will change
But she can ray, she can ray, she can ray, she can ray, she's bad
She can ray, she can ray, she can ray, she's bad
Oh, she's bad
But it's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this face again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
And we can find new ways of living make playing only logical harm
And we can top the old times, clay-making that nothing else will change
But she can ray, she can ray, she can ray, she can ray, she's bad
She can ray, she can ray, she can ray, she's bad
Oh, she's bad
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this place again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
But it's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this place again
And you go stabbing yourself in the neck
It's in the way that she posed, it's in the things that she puts in my head
Her stories are boring and stuff, she's always calling my bluff
She puts, she puts the weights into my little heart
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart
She puts the weights into my little heart
I said she puts the weights into my little heart
She packs it away
It's in the way that she walks
Her heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts, oh she puts the weights into my little heart
song performed by by Interpol
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Hair
Wide cheeks? Let the hair hide the ears.
Broad forehead? Let the hair spills in front.
Dwarf neck? Let the hair in knot be up.
Lanky figure? Let the hair falls on shoulders.
Hair being dense is an asset to woman
27.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We all have a destiny in accordance with the breadth of our shoulders. My shoulders are broad.
quote by Placido Domingo
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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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Let the Beat Control Your Body
-a- anita ; r - ray
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat contol your body
R: now the my beat control your body!
R: let my beat / let my beat
A: control your body/ the beat is running throw your vains/ control your body /when you let it penetrate your brain!
R: the booming system which plays in places / move your system, change these spaces / when Im on the mic you cant refuse / no one ever came to preach, I came to amuse / techno making; no mista
Never faking / always breaking it down, hey to a party / now let my beat control your body!
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
R: now let my beat control your body
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
R: let my beat / let my beat
A: control your body/ the beat is running throw your vains/ control your body /when you let it penetrate your brain!
R: its my beat now / its my beat
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body, yeah...
R: let my beat / let my beat
R: down with the forces how we go / the second to first just you to show / you just cant stand still cause you gotta move / you feel the bass line you feel the groove / my beat accepts you jus
You are / it drives you away just like a fast car / its my beat, it belongs to me / so let my beat control your body!
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
R: let the beat control your body!
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
R: now let my beat control your body!
A: control your body/ the beat is running throw your vains/ control your body /when you let it penetrate your brain!
A: let the beat control your body!
song performed by by 2 Unlimited (1996)
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The Signature Of Angels...
he said:
'you are a wretched man,
and bound for hell.
for you are not a disciple
of our creed...
i cannot pray for you,
you wear the mark of Cain! '
i smiled, and replied:
'ah, but i read the scriptures
of the human heart,
written by the indelible hands
of passion and time.
i lift in prayer the sweat and the tears
of hungry souls struggling to survive.
i sing the hymns of the naked body,
my offering, myself, without restraint.
if i be wretched,
then stoke the fires!
the mark on my forehead,
tis the signature of angels! '
poem by Eric Cockrell
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At Your Love
Pallor has spread on my forehead.
The brows, boas in shape, have drooped.
The lips, a boat in cut, have drooped.
The shoulders, a scale, have drooped.
The breasts, two pyramids, have hung.
The heart, fat with love, has shrunk.
The limbs weak, bangles slipped off.
You don't see my agony.
To show you my waned body,
My modesty forbids me.
Your delay causes tension.
Hold my hand in public, soon.
Had I not lost my innocence
To you, I would not have pleaded.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Peace In The Neighborhood
Best thing I ever saw
Was a man who loved his wife
In a place where things were good
I felt peace in the neighbourhood
That feeling in the air
Something was definitely there
It was a time when things were good
I felt peace in the neighbourhood
I was there, I really was.
At the centre of a love vibration.
People sharing with their friendd.
Helping each other out
Peace in the neighbourhood
Helping each other out
Then I woke up from my dream
To see things as they really are
People struggling to survive
How can peace hope to stay alive?
Well I was there...i felt so good
At the centre of a love vibration.
People caring for their world
Helping each other out.
Peace in the neighbourhood
Helping each other out.
Peace in the neighbourhood
Helping each other out.
Best thing I ever saw
I saw a man who loved his wife.
Peace in the neighbour hood
Helping each other out.
Peace in the neighbourhood.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Peace In The Neighbourhood
Best thing I ever saw
Was a man who loved his wife
In a place where things were good
I felt peace in the neighbourhood
That feeling in the air
Something was definitely there
It was a time when things were good
I felt peace in the neighbourhood
I was there, I really was.
At the centre of a love vibration.
People sharing with their friendd.
Helping each other out
Peace in the neighbourhood
Helping each other out
Then I woke up from my dream
To see things as they really are
People struggling to survive
How can peace hope to stay alive?
Well I was there...I felt so good
At the centre of a love vibration.
People caring for their world
Helping each other out.
Peace in the neighbourhood
Helping each other out.
Peace in the neighbourhood
Helping each other out.
Best thing I ever saw
I saw a man who loved his wife.
Peace in the neighbour hood
Helping each other out.
Peace in the neighbourhood.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The Soul
subsumed in the syllables
of the conscience it speaks
at dawn,
'this should have been this
the ought and must'
the body feels its softness
afraid of its purity the body declares
' i am human and i have needs
you must understand'
poles apart, one sleeps the other wakes up
upon a disagreement the mind suffers
the body wanders throughout the night
uttering a justification
the soul listens attentively
the eyes of the heart now speaks
'there must be a compromise somewhere
a middle, the mean, what must, what is'
time plays the game
the body is the boat, the soul its watcher
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stagnant Air
What can be said
To someone who is sleeping?
Someone so removed from consciousness...
Nothing can be done,
To drag them away!
This lifelessness weights
On their shoulders each day!
And because their eyes are opened...
It is believed a thought is there!
But nothing is inside their heads!
Nothing at all but stagnant air!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Busy...
you body clock
does not tell time,
busy body, slimy fingers,
trembling hands,
wrecking nerves
fast tracking heart,
exploding ideas
killing boredom
it's been this way
since
nothing is written
the spirit is away
the body is left here
comatose
dreams like butterflies
hovering on some red flowers
heartless sounds of
discontent
fingers dissociated from hands
the eyes are closing
like closed computers
at 8 o'clock in the morning
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No I Am Not Made Of This World
The flesh denies the touch
The touch denies the real
The real denies - just like me
That I am here struggling to learn
The ways of all the flesh
To cast the touched within the womb
Where fires burn in torches raised
No I am not here and you cannot find
A single thread to lead my steps
Might as well be a net
Caught within itself
Struggling to learn the ways of all the nets
‘Too broad a human, should be narrowed down’
So as to stand under the shadows
The same ones I stood against
The day I was born
When Irony stood my way
No I am not, not made of this world
I am 9 an upside down 6
struggling an in between zero
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Limit
Tempo!
Limit;
My brain,
Your brain,
Einstein's brain! !
In common,
But, to drive us apart with negative minds.
Tempo!
Limit;
My brain,
Your brain,
Einstein's brain! !
In common,
But to hold us together with positive works.
Toad, load, road, broad!
Ignominious,
Tent, intent;
test, attest;
Mutter, butter, cutter, utter, gutter, putter! !
But, let us all try to do positive works only in this life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Most of the time I meet my trainer at the gym and we do a lot of everything: weights circuit with cardio, football drills, sprinting with weights on the treadmill.
quote by Charisma Carpenter
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We Tried To Make Uneven Pieces Fit
Why can't I say I love you?
Without the previews,
That begin with tests to emphasize...
Your specialty is drama.
Why can't you just accept,
How I feel?
Without the need to see,
How deep you perceive...
A reality you can believe,
That you seek from me to reveal?
Both of us have survived,
Other relationships.
Both of us have said we tried,
To make uneven pieces fit.
And cried our eyes,
Until we squinted to see through slits.
Just to prove our cloudless eyes...
Can and did swell up a bit.
Why can't I say I love you?
Without the previews,
That begin with tests to emphasize...
Your specialty is drama.
With your re-enactments staged...
To portray the wounding done,
And suffered...
By a recovering ingénue?
Accompanied by sobbing...
To express,
'No one really knows what I've gone through? '
I do!
But I am not commited,
To revisit those scenes with you.
With those props to stop a heart,
In mid beat!
Poetically,
I can understand this.
A psychologist,
I am not.
I love you,
Not your past agonies.
I want to establish a future with you!
But I will not sit and applaud,
Every detail of your healing process.
With an ovation that would please.
I have reason,
If I wanted to...
To express my own sorrows.
But why should I invest our happiness,
Together we can get...
With the borrowing of that kind of time?
The past ideals are pushed out of mind.
We tried...
To make uneven pieces fit.
We tried it,
To make uneven pieces fit.
We tried...
To make uneven pieces fit.
We tried it,
To make uneven pieces fit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Praise Be Da Poetry
Me brain suffers badly
From a lack of stimulation
So I'm going to sail me ship
For treasured language education
See me heart stops yearning
When it is happy learning
From a fresh breath of poesies
Misting o'er da seven seas
poem by Harriet James
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Unmoved
i wish i am an object
unmoved by uneven
unequal forces,
i wish i stay as cold
as ice
i wish the night keeps
the darkness
the moon still full
i wish that we be
together
a little longer
that when we part
i shall be unmoved by
sorrow
and that loneliness
this uneven force
within
unequal to my
state
my heart now cold as
ice
i wish there is no sun
no light
no warmth to melt these
feelings away
i wish time to freeze
when you are
inside my arms
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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