A woman’s arm
A woman young and lean,
With skin fair and lovely,
Stood by me in a bus stop,
Her lateral view in my focus.
How graceful she was!
How more so her arm was!
Especially the upper one in the sleeveless!
Watch the curve of the hand;
The flesh that slides down
Back from the shoulder mount,
Spreading behind the arm pit
And sloping down to the firm elbow,
With a contrast of the shallow concave
Formed in front below the color bone,
By which it sends the profile of the chest
More protruding as if falling.
I left the site necessarily.
January 2005 11.2
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Bonescraper
There is no future for us to suture
Your life ill-fated, beat down and hated
Shot in the head, walking undead
Numb to the world, around your head
Rip my skin from my bone, I won't bleed
Rip my heart from my chest, I won't scream
Hide in the shadows, deep black, and hollow
Empty void of light cuts clean, like a knife
Damaged and torn, punctured by thorns
I've felt nothing since I was born
Rip my skins from my bones, I won't bleed
Rip my heart from my chest, I won't scream
My flesh <-> Your flesh
Your eyes <-> My sight
My pain <-> Your shame
We are the same ...
Rip my skin from my bones, I won't bleed
Rip my heart from my chest, I won't scream
Rip my skin ...
song performed by by Fear Factory
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Still Life in Landscape
It was night, it had rained, there were pieces of cars and
half-cars strewn, it was still, and bright,
a woman was lying on the highway, on her back,
with her head curled back and tucked under her shoulders
so the back of her head touched her spine
between her shoulder-blades, her clothes
mostly accidented off, and her
leg gone, a long bone
sticking out of the stub of her thigh—
this was her her abandoned matter,
my mother grabbed my head and turned it and
clamped it into her chest, between
her breasts. My father was driving—not sober
but not in this accident, we’d approached it out of
neutral twilight, broken glass
on wet black macadam, like an underlying
midnight abristle with stars. This was
the world—maybe the only one.
The dead woman was not the person
my father had recently almost run over,
who had suddenly leapt away from our family
car, jerking back from death,
she was not I, she was not my mother,
but maybe she was a model of the mortal,
the elements ranged around her on the tar—
glass, bone, metal, flesh, and the family.
poem by Sharon Olds
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The wrapper has no use
How fully wrapped you appear!
How wholly draped you are!
However, you are to me naked.
Your pallu round the lean arm
Hides from me your flat belly.
Your pallu thrown over shoulder,
Close to neck gives me a clue
How deep your cleavage beneath is.
Your pallu brought backward
Covers the blouse with bra cut.
Your pallu brought forward over shoulder encloses deep armpit,
And the dimple of elbow.
Your pallu never runs over the head,
Which gives me all the clue
How you will look where you’re hidden.
I can see your long face, long nape,
and long hair and long fingers,
By which I can sense your hidden parts.
However fully you are wrapped,
However wholly you are draped,
You are to me fully naked.
To my passion or to my acumen-
To which should the credit go?
You can shut to my eyes.
You cannot stop my eyes.
11.05.2001, Pmdi [repetition]
[pallu is the end portion of Indian woman saree,
thrown over the chest and a shoulder
to hide the contour of one's breasts]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Feel Of Skin
it's nice to feel close to somebody again
to have somebody there that wants to hold your hand
to lean back your head, rest on a friendly shoulder
makes me never want to grow any older
I never knew how much I truly missed the feel of skin
missed those strong fingers, and your chest I feel is sin
even the rough squeezes on my side that make me squeal
that give me tender bruises, I still love the way you feel
poem by D.M.L. Catseye
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The Tattooed Man
He looked like a common sailor
As he wandered up from the port,
Carried his swag on his shoulder,
Wore a cap of the jaunty sort,
His eyes were livid and bloodshot,
Staring, under a tattooed brow,
And on his cheeks, a scatter of stars
As seen from an old ship's prow.
He stopped at the Mariners Arms
And bought a room on the upper floor,
Went out and stood on the balcony,
And stared on down at the square,
He'd left his shirt in the tiny room,
His torso, full in view,
There wasn't an inch of his sailor skin
Untouched by a bright tattoo.
His arms were covered in serpents
Writhing up, and under his chin,
His shoulders, Chinese Characters,
Of Ports, where he might have been,
His sides were covered in fungi
Found in tropical forest glades,
And down on his muscular midriff
The ubiquitous Queen of Spades.
And there on his chest in colours
Very subtle, and so refined,
There lay a naked woman
Baring all as she lay reclined,
Her lips were coloured in scarlet gloss
And pursed in a sensual pout,
Her eyes a searching, brilliant blue
That would find her lover out.
He turned away from the village square
And rested back on the rail,
So now the tattoos across his back
Could be seen... a Schooner's sail,
With storm-filled clouds and a rising swell
As the breakers slid on by,
And over the top, above it all
A piercing, staring eye!
For every passer-by that stared
The eye had stared them back,
Had stared right into the guilty soul
Where every sin was black!
And hairs rose up on the back of the neck,
And shivers ran down the spine,
As guilt drove men to the 'Man of War'
To drown their fears in wine!
And I... I came to the Mariners Arms
And I saw the tattoos there,
And the woman, bared on the sailor's chest
Made me quake and shake in fear,
For the face was unmistakable,
I had left her safe at home,
That face of lust was the woman I trust,
Was the wife I knew as Joan.
For days the sailor prowled the streets
And he peered through windows there,
But he never wore a shirt nor coat,
And he kept his torso bare,
The tattoos seemed to come to life
As he moved, they moved with him,
I saw the serpents flickering tongues
Reach out, and under his chin!
And from his back, the eye stared out
Made strong men weak and quail,
Their knees gave way as it stared them down
And they felt their courage fail,
Then Joan saw him in the market place,
And stood there, hypnotized,
As she stared at the face on the sailor's chest,
And he pierced her, with his eyes.
I saw her enter the Mariners Arms
And I tried to call her back,
But she walked like one in a crazy dream
And I heard her call him, 'Jack...'
They disappeared up the stairway,
Made their way to the upper floor,
I had raced to the top of the stairs when they
Went in, and locked the door.
Out in the street, the clouds rolled in
And the sea beat up on the shore,
The rain came down in a torrent,
Lightning flashed at the old Inn door,
Then he came out on the balcony,
Turned round, and showed his back,
Clung to the mast of the Schooner
There was a woman, dressed in black!
I followed the sailor down the street
In the wind and the pouring rain,
As lightning lit the storm on his back
And the woman screamed in pain,
But on his chest was an open space
And the eye had stared me down,
As he boarded a battered Schooner,
And then sailed away from the town!
24 August 2010
poem by David Lewis Paget
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What Color? (Hope)
what color
was the dust
from which the stars
were made?
what color is the hunger
written on the child's face?
what color is justice,
forgiveness, desire, truth?
what color is the wind....
the rain, gravity,
and knowledge?
what color is equality?
what color is freedom?
what color is eternity?
what color is redemption?
what color is God?
what color were the nails
that hung Jesus on the cross?
what color was enlightenment
falling on the Buddha as he sat
'neath that tree?
what color is prejudice, hatred,
fear, greed, apathy.....
what color your skin?
nay, what color is your blood?
and what color are the eyes
of humanity staring through the darkness?
and what color is hope?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Crystal Ball
a crystal ball in your hand
foretelling my mood
stop it
the paranoia is a lamp in your mind
it is daytime
stop it
see the sun
feel the warmth
do not make predictions
reality is here
see the world for yourself
do not look at me
feel the grass
not my skin
touch the wind
not my words
fly like a bird yourself
do not think that i have wings
stop talking much
every syllable becomes a bar of your prison wall
try the silence
like licking vanilla ice cream
set me free
for i am free
live your life
do not be crippled by my own biography
focus focus
focus focus
write the words for your life
do not see my notes
be brave
as i am.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Without the face, no grace
The dimple in her elbow,
More hollowed by her flesh
Bulging on her upper arms,
The muscles on her hip,
Crippled by tight blouse,
To pinnate down below,
And the sturdy nape,
Under her thick plait of mane
Falling like the trunk of an elephant,
She showed her back
And tormented me to rush
Forward to ogle her face.
Her face was out of grace,
Those parts lost their base.
Without a face, there’s no grace.
21.10.2000
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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And always you will find...
And always you will find a woman's hand,
Which, being fresh and light,
With pity and with love,
You, as a brother, will alleviate.
And always you will find a woman's shoulder,
In which you can breathe in a passion
And lean to it with a dissipated head,
Entrusting your mutinous dream by that.
And alway you will find the woman's eyes,
Which, by the damping of your inner pain,
Or may be not entire, but the part,
Can see your suffering that day.
But there exists one woman's hand,
Which is especially sweet,
When touching your exhausted forehead,
It's like the eternity and destiny.
But there exists one woman's shoulder,
Which's given once by the unknown purpose
Not only for night, but, surely, for all time -
You realized that long ago.
But there exist one woman's eyes,
Which look at you with the lasting sadness,
And they are till the end of life -
The eyes of your Love and your Conscience.
poem by Evgeny Evtushenko, translated by Lyudmila Purgina
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And God Created Woman
In a deep sleep I fell
And the music starts 2 swell
One of my ribs he took and it shall be
Bone of my bones (bone of my bones)
And God created woman
And we were naked and did not care
Theres a time 2 take and a time 2 share
2 in love, all around and all aware
Flesh of my flesh (flesh of my flesh)
And God created woman
Temptation sweet and so much (sweet and so much)
Surely die if neither one of us shall ye touch (shall ye touch)
Then again we could die from the rush (rush)
Heart of my heart (heart of my heart)
And God created woman (woman)
Woman
My-my-my-my-my-my woman
In my darkest hour I find
Many serpents who have lied (lied)
Given half the chance still Id run 2 your side (run 2 your side)
Love of my love (love of my love)
And God created woman (woman)
And if I never see u again
Its alright 4 I am guilty of no sin
They can have u, Ill have your love in the end
Soul of my soul (soul of my soul)
And God created woman
(God created woman)
(God created woman) (woman)
Flesh of my flesh
(God created woman) (soul)
(God created, God created woman)
(God created, God created woman)
(God created woman)
song performed by by Prince
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Lithium
Baby, am I too big for my skin?
Baby, am I too far lost to win?
Sugar, sweet Sugar
I took your hand and followed you
Sugar, bitter Sugar
Buried me; I didn't have a clue
‘Cause I'm gone, so far gone
Sugar, somethin' feels wrong
Baby, am I too big for my skin?
Baby, am I too far lost to win?
Baby, baby, baby
Your love is needles and pins
Baby, am I too blue to carry on?
Baby, am I still too here to be gone?
Baby, baby, baby
This love is something wrong
Honey, sweet honey
I'm falling away, can't you see?
Honey, sickly honey
I'm falling and you won't catch me
And the light is so far away
Only white is what I need today
Baby, am I too big for my skin?
Baby, am I too far lost to win?
Baby, baby, baby
Lovely, lovely lovely
Lovely lithium is so damn lovely
Lovely, fucking lovely
Get the loveliness out of me
Get it out
Get it out, please
It's breaking my brain in two
Get it out
Get it out, please!
It's breaking my bones in two
Get it out!
Get it out now, please!
It's breaking my
Breaking my
Breaking my heart in two
And no one knows it but you
So get it out, get it out
Get it out, get it out
Get it, get it
Get it, get it
Out, out
Get the lovely out!
poem by GEN Nelson
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The Bone Of The House
in the house
he is a bone,
not a flesh on
the side
dogs outside are
waiting
he is not the
kind of bone
that any dog
wants,
the useless bone
in the kitchen
mere shadow of
the soup-stock
left-over of the flesh
inside the garbage can.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Symbolism Of A Cigarette Ads
there is this brown room
with closed windows
two men are smoking down
seven feet below
the soil level
up there is a view of the
priest with violet vestige
spreading the holy water
as they all watch
with shallow sadness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Biker chick Rag
So long farewell goodbye
your tears won’t buy me a beer
Someday when your young again I’ll
come home again
So long farewell goodbye
She left on her Harley
a thunder of pipes
was all that I could hear
She looped back around
and gave me a biker check wave
as the front wheel began to rise
a wheelie they call it
a cycle display
of contempt and delight at having her way
Her leathers were fringed
and the bone in her nose
sparkled in the light of the day
She rides with Hell’s Angels
east of LA
and works in a strippers bar
I stop now and again
to sit and watch her act
and leave a buck or two
in the G-string she wears
for her pants
So long farewell goodbye
she says
as I leave to pick up the kids.
Oh how I miss that damn bone in her nose
So long farewell goodbye
poem by Stephen S. Yeandle
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O My Soul...
where have you gone,
o my soul...
where have you gone?
are you lost in the tears
of a thousand faces
blackened by hunger?
in the cries of the dying?
of the homeless?
in the defiant feet
of those standing in line?
the unemployment line?
the soup line?
the line just outside
the prison walls?
in the lover left desperate,
who takes his own life?
in the students beaten,
who stood up for freedom?
in the young man hated,
for the color of his skin?
in the young woman sold
on the lonesome street corner?
in the windowless offices
where lives and deaths are decided?
in the hole behind the gun,
eyes hard as steel?
in the bare apartment,
where the children are cold and hungry?
on the corner, 'neath the bridge,
in the back of the car?
where have you gone,
o my soul...
where have you gone?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Focus
focus
focus on god
focus on freedom
focus on forgiveness
focus on sweet speech
focus on treasures
focus on humility
focus on commitment
focus on mind
focus on success
focus on health
focus on healthy transformation
focus on goodness
focus on laughter
focus on fun
focus on angel
focus on sweetness
focus on wealth
focus
poem by Johnny Walks
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The Minute I Met You
I would like to start off by saying,
I had everything to do with it.
You may think that I lie real well,
You can tell that I am holding it in.
Nevermind the time or the spinnin of your head,
I could tell my life was changing,
Since the minute i met you.
And if I stop ever thinkin of you,
I'd probably choke on the words I never said.
If I stop ever thinkin of you,
I'd burry my heart and fall back in my bed,
And wat a site that will be, yeah.
I will never tell you this,
But I am scared of falling apart.
It may seem like I am holding it together,
But the weather is making it hard.
Nevermind the time or the spinnin of your head,
I could tell my life was changing,
Since the minute i met you.
And if I stop ever thinkin of you,
I'd probably choke on the words I never said.
If I stop ever thinkin of you,
I'd burry my heart and fall back in my bed,
And wat a site that will be.
All my friends surrounding me.
Just cause you made it this far,
Doesn't mean you made it.
And if I stop ever thinkin of you,
I'd probably choke on the words I never said.
If I stop ever thinkin of you,
I'd burry my heart and fall back in my bed,
And if I stop (STOP!) ever thinking of you,
I'd probably choke on the words I never said.
If I stop ever thinking of you,
I'd burry my heart and fall back in my bed,
And what a site that will be (that will be),
And wat a site that will be, yeah.
song performed by by New Found Glory
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Dancing Girls
(coverdale)
I dont need a doctor, I dont need a priest,
I dont need no superstitious cures for my release
Im flesh an blood, skin an bone
A little petticoat company cant get me stoned
So just gimme the night,
Skin it back to the bone,
Turn on the spotlight
Cmon, bring on the dancing girls,
Bring on the dancing girls,
Bring on the dancing girls
You can dance, dance,
Dance for me,
Dance for your daddy all night...
I got a one track notion on a feminine squeeze,
A sackfull of love an a mindful of fantasies
A midnight rider on a stallion steam,
I got an old mans weakness hanging on a young mans dream
So just gimme the night,
Skin it back to the bone,
Turn on the spotlight
Cmon, bring on the dancing girls,
Bring on the dancing girls,
Bring on the dancing girls
You can dance, dance,
Dance for me,
Dance for your daddy all night...
So just gimme the night,
Skin it back to the bone,
Turn on the spotlight
Cmon, bring on the dancing girls,
Bring on the dancing girls...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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A Hand In Need!
When we look for a shoulder to lean on,
When we cry for help to float on,
When we gasp for air to breathe in despair,
When we are crumbled during dispute,
When the cataract doubts create shades,
When the abandoned spirit stands lonely,
When the flies of the fruits flown away,
When caterpillar's munched plant left bare,
There is a hand, touch our back,
When we look at it with shock,
It is the hand, that God has sent,
May be anyone that we hardly know.
thank the God and the hand.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Ack!!
She's a lovely girl, but, only when she gets her way.
She can be thaughtful, but, she's cruel sometimes.
I think I like her, but, she sends an inconsistant vibe.
Hold my hand out, and, she punches me good-bye.
She's got me tied up in her eyes.
Makes me compromise myself.
She feeds on disillusion.
I thaught she was disillusioned.
I kicked the grass up while I waited outside my front door.
She drove by twice before she stopped and let me in.
I want to tell her exactly how confused I am.
I try to stop, but, then I can't begin.
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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