Beauty is within the scale
A woman with dark skin still appeals
If she is in the region where all are dark.
So does a dwarf one among the dwarf
The background is pre-drawn in your mind
25.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Demerits dissolve
Some though dark have drawn me.
Some fleshless and some boneless
Have equally drawn me. Some dwarf,
Some lanky and some rustic too have.
Demerits in a woman dissolve in her hormone
01.04.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No regret, however you are.
Are you dark? No regret!
The White will never resist you.
Are you a plump? Not to worry!
Steel frame prefers the fatty.
Are you a timid? No anxiety!
Tyrants want such personalities.
Are you a stupid? No remorse!
The clever will find in you recluse.
Are you a rustic? No shyness.
Peasants afford not extravagance.
Are you a dwarf? It is common
that a tall one found a match in a dwarf.
No woman goes without a match
21.07.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Little Comfortable
The prepared bed
The warm food
The fresh cloth
Man sometimes doesn’t realize
There’s a ‘dwarf’ that helps in daily life
The tidy room
The clean toilet
The washed dishes
Man sometimes doesn’t remember
There’s a ‘dwarf’ that makes those comfort
The welcome greet
The opened door
The safe night
Man sometimes doesn’t appreciate
There’s a ‘dwarf’ that keeps in watch
The quiet listener
The secret keeper
The pathfinder
Man sometimes doesn’t regard
There’s a ‘dwarf’ that gives those comfort
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Sex Dwarf
Isn't it nice
Sugar and spice
Luring disco dollies to a life of vice
I could make a film and make you my star
You'd be a natural the way you are
I would like you on a long black leash
I would parade you down the high street
You've got the attraction, you've got the pulling power
Walk my little doggy, walk my little sex dwarf
we could make a scene
We'd be a team
Making the headlines sound like a dream
When we hit the floor you just watch them move aside
We will take them for a ride of rides
They all love your minature ways
You know what they say about small boys
Yeah
Sex dwarf
Sex dwarf
Aaah...
I'm in my jaguar
Look it's so huge
It's big and gold with my dumb chauffeur
Looking to procure
Run little doggy, lure a disco dolly
Run my little sex dwarf, I feel so lonely
Get my little camera, take a pretty picture
Sex dwarf
In a gold rolls
Making it with the dumb chauffeur
Isn't it nice
Sugar and spice
Luring disco dollies to a life of vice
Sex dwarf
Isn't it nice
Luring disco dollies to a life of vice
Sex dwarf
Ah ah
Sex dwarf
Ah ah
Yeah
Mmmmm... aah...
We could make an outfit for my little sex dwarf
To match my gold rolls and my dumb chauffeur
We look so good, we'll knock 'em cold
Knocking 'em cold, in black and gold
We can have playtime in my playroom
Disco dollies, my sex dwarf
And my dumb chauffeur
Yeah
I would like you on a long black leash
You can bring me all the things I need
Sex dwarf
Isn't it nice
Luring disco dollies to a life of vice
Yes!
Sex dwarf
Sex dwarf
Ah ah
Sex dwarf
Oohh... sex dwarf
Hahahaha
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Neanthe Bella
Neanthe Bella, beautiful dwarf,
Beautiful from birth.
Glorious woman in green.
Fan dancer,
Seductress,
Wild,
Exotic,
Mysterious,
And unique.
Neanthe bella, beautiful dwarf,
Unlike,
All others.
Delicate,
Fragile,
So feminine.
Never aging,
Always,
Shy,
Reserved,
A queen,
Among the rest.
Though,
Small,
And meek,
Thine beauty is,
Beyond compare.
Neanthe Bella, beautiful dwarf.
poem by Juan Olivarez
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A dwarf who brings a standard along with him to measure his own size, take my word, is a dwarf in more articles than one.
quote by Laurence Sterne
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Beauty comes next.
Be she a girl or a woman,
Lean or plump, tall or dwarf,
Fair or dark, a maid or a queen.
She will arouse a man
When the level of hormones
Is high in either or both
And beauty comes next.
02.11.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Whistling In The Dark
A woman came up to me and said
Id like to poison your mind
With wrong ideas that appeal to you
Though I am not unkind
She looked at me, I looked at something
Written across her scalp
And these are the words that it faintly said
As I tried to call for help:
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark
A man came up to me and said
Id like to change your mind
By hitting it with a rock, he said,
Though I am not unkind.
We laughed at his little joke
And then I happily walked away
And hit my head on the wall of the jail
Where the two of us live today.
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling, whistling
Whistling in the dark
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
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Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
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Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
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Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
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Dark (dark), dark (dark)
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The Dragon and Dwarf
The dwarf is a fit man, always in slaughter of his soul,
Many gifts are driven in his path, like eating a casserole
And dividing the bodies in two on the battlefield,
More like crucifying a little giant who appealed.
A dwarf may travel on the back of a dragon
To slay a man half-alive, and then to abandon
The dragon. The fearsome one, who lies and dies
In the full sun, the heat is immense.
We also are human, but you may be so.
Maybe, the dragon is not small, but you are aglow,
Like a candle that finishes and bursts into flames,
With enemies, with foes of hunger, and the claims
Of regenerating are rare: you need magic of funny fire
To regrow and double in some full attire.
I guess a dwarf does not need this fun,
More humans shall win and lose their abdomen.
poem by Naveed Akram
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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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Karen
Disillusioned with the dwarf fruit trees,
And with the seeds and tools to march on to my farm;
But, how could you not get enough of my love?
The doorbells rang as i was carrying my bags to the front door,
There i met Karen without having a second thought!
But don't be disillusioned with the dwarf fruit trees around.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Rituals That Appal
Cumbersome rituals appal the mind,
The wits are affected by this ritual.
The mind is troublesome to the eloquent speech,
One speaks loudest when affected.
The whole piety of a speaker is about,
Wanting the air of a seminary.
A doddering dwarf has reminded us
Of his walk in the holy region.
The rituals of his stupid speech
Are around the house of words.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Dwarfs Play tricks
Who is the dwarf?
Jumping jumping dwarf
Who is there playing tricks
but I will not be got on the hooks
The bitch is deeply entrenched in his heart
Oh how can I help
How can I help
My pet is looking at me directly
Uphold his dear little head
I kiss, kiss, kiss....
Kiss you my dear petty
poem by Yihuai Ying
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Dwarf
The river of crocodiles,
In the land of mangoes! !
Waterfall,
Economic,
City life,
The Holy water!
In love,
With love,
Earth,
Wind,
Fire! !
In the Island of explisive mountains;
And, of the victims.
Wharf, dwarf, scarf! !
And like a greed bastard and an old evil dwarf;
But, we need love than hatred on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Summer’s Dream
To the sagging wharf
few ships could come.
The population numbered
two giants, an idiot, a dwarf,
a gentle storekeeper
asleep behind his counter,
and our kind landlady—
the dwarf was her dressmaker.
The idiot could be beguiled
by picking blackberries,
but then threw them away.
The shrunken seamstress smiled.
By the sea, lying
blue as a mackerel,
our boarding house was streaked
as though it had been crying.
Extraordinary geraniums
crowded the front windows,
the floors glittered with
assorted linoleums.
Every night we listened
for a horned owl.
In the horned lamp flame,
the wallpaper glistened.
The giant with the stammer
was the landlady’s son,
grumbling on the stairs
over an old grammar.
He was morose,
but she was cheerful.
The bedroom was cold,
the feather bed close.
We were awakened in the dark by
the somnambulist brook
nearing the sea,
still dreaming audibly.
poem by Elizabeth Bishop
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The woman who appeals to a man's vanity may stimulate him, the woman who appeals to his heart may attract him, but it is the woman who appeals to his imagination who gets him.
quote by Helen Rowland
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You, the Dark
Dark, She is the mind of yours.
Icy chill of thought becomes
A steely shimmer.
Behold a glimmer in the black -
A flash of grey, that even glows
In show against the hallowed dark of you.
And that is why you scream in jarring tones
'I have no heart for joy!
My white and brittle bones have died'
You cried in dark and fractured moans.
So now the Queen of Black you writhe,
Whence from dark of shade
That honed an evil form afar;
In curse of me you bade:
'I, the wave shall rape the shore!
Violence will there be in glares I'll throw
At all who prey, and more:
A dark and fetid sea I'll bleed.'
And now, the bitter tinge
And bleak of waste
That eyed the death of once your soul
Will here forever be!
Indeed you tell:
'The cramping pain is here!
Eternal spasm, infinite chasm,
The Devil's chaplain plays!
We'll climax in a tortured glee
As all my love decays.'
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Watcher on the Tower
I
The Voice of a Man
WHAT of the Night, O Watcher?
The Voice of a Woman
Yea, what of it?
The Watcher
A star has risen; and a wind blows strong.
Voice of the Man
The Night is dark.
The Watcher
But God is there above it.
Voice of the Woman
The Night is dark; the Night is dark and long.
II
Voice of the Man
What of the Night, O Watcher?
Voice of the Woman
Night of sorrow!
The Watcher
Out of the East there comes a sound, like song.
Voice of the Man
The Night is dark.
The Watcher
Have courage! There’s To-morrow!
Voice of the Woman
The Night is dark; the Night is dark and long.
III
Voice of the Man
What of the Night, O Watcher?
Voice of the Woman
Is it other?
The Watcher
I see a gleam; a thorn of light; a thong.
Voice of the Man
The Night is dark.
The Watcher
The Morning comes, my Brother.
Voice of the Woman
The Night is dark; the Night is dark and long.
IV
Voice of the Man
What now, what now, O Watcher?
The Watcher
Red as slaughter
The Darkness dies. The Light comes swift and strong.
Voice of the Man
The Night was long.—What sayest thou, my Daughter?
Voice of the Woman
The Night was dark; the Night was dark and long.
poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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Dark Dark Girl
Dark girl so filled with strife
Dark Dark girl she'll take your life
Dark girl stay for a while
Dark Dark girl she makes me smile
Dark girl she shows no fear
Dark Dark girl is always near
Dark girl wont see her cry
Dark Dark girl just wants to die
But Dark girl lives in the dark
so you dont see her painfull mark
Dark Dark girl may never know
just how much the light can show
poem by Kyle Potter
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Its Dark
Its dark in this town,
Its dark in my house,
Its dark in my soul,
Its dark in my mind,
Its dark everywhere,
Its dark in my life.
poem by Bryer Rose
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