Blindly busy.
You see but look not.
You hear but listen not.
You smell but sense not.
You taste but relish not.
You touch but feel not.
All in hurry-scurry,
You are blindly busy.
Be lazy to enjoy
04.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Me?
i take a look at your cravings, i listen well t your sexy stories, i sense your smell,
i relish a relationship, i feel your tickling whispers in my ear,
i may be busy, but i am not blind
i may be lazy, but i know how to enjoy
making love with you
tonight and
tomorrow morning.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The end is not a must.
To see her and contact her eyes,
To listen to her, her voice in mind,
To smell her when she is close.
To touch her, though accidentally
And to long and hope for more
Are steps that feed a man’s lust
And no step, though alone, fails.
18.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man sees, hears, touches, tastes and smells that which it is necessary for him to see, hear, touch, taste and smell in order to preserve his life. The decay or loss of any of these senses increases the risks with which his life is environed, and if it increases them less in the state of society in which we are actually living, the reason is that some see, hear, touch, taste and smell for others. A blind man, by himself and without a guide, could not live long. Society is an additional sense; it is the true common sense.
quote by Miguel de Unamuno
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Happy
When I look at you
I know what you say is true.
When I hear your voice
I know I made the right choice.
When I smell your smell
I remember how hard I fell.
When I feel your touch
I know why I love you so much.
When I feel your arms around me
I melt into you softly.
When I feel your hand in mine
I know everything will be just fine.
When I feel your kiss
I know exactly what I will miss.
When I look into your eyes
I know you will tell me no lies.
When I know you're near
I have no fear.
When I sense you're around
Nothing can bring me down.
When I hear your name
I feel my face enflame.
When you just appear
I feel this uncontrollable want for you, my dear.
When I touch your skin
I feel this electricity within.
When I'm with you I always smile,
I feel wonderful just getting to sit with you for awhile.
When you rub my feet
I feel my heart skip a beat.
When I hear you speak
I feel my legs go weak.
When I touch your lips with mine
I feel a tingle run down my spine.
When I think of us together
I want us to remain that way forever.
When we talk or you're with me
I feel so incredibly happy.
poem by Ashley Reese
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Wish it is Funny
funny thing, i can still feel the touch of the scattered petals, white roses with red ones
funny thing, i can still hear the coo of the turle doves freed, flying high
funny thing, i can still see the golden sun slowly sinks under wide ocean
funny thing, i can still taste the sweet yet semi dry wine, passionately aromatic
funny thing, i can still smell your citrus-minty scent, soothing my senses
funny yet unfair
everything i feel, hear, see, taste, smell accompanies YOU
everything i feel, hear, see, taste, smell symbolizes you
everything that i feel, hear, see, taste, smell is not funny at all
it is bringing me black smoky background
it is bringing me delusions and hallucinations
it is bringing me confusion
funny but wish it is fair
dainty as the roses
free as the turtledoves flying nowhere
golden as the sun collided under the wide ocean
passionate as the wine
citrus-minty as your scent
wish it is
funny
poem by Shelomith Noarbe
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Sensibility
The five senses of man
sight, smell, touch, taste and hearing
are mandatory.
This makes you feel expeallagrandatory,
For sight for seeing the funny side of life,
Smell for inhaling laughing gas,
Touch for touching the funny bone,
Taste for the good life and,
Hearing for a rib tickling joke.
The sixth sense ESP. is only for the few.
The lucky are blessed with the seventh sense,
A sense of humour.
Like the barman answering the lady penguin’s question
“Have you seen my husband he drinks here a lot? ”
“Lady we get lots of drinkers in here, what does he look like? ”
Most important of all
This humorous sense stands tall,
It opens your emotional sensibilities
So grab your lover for platform seven
To travel on the happy train,
To the fun side of life,
It’s just like heaven.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Listen To The Rain
(Rain)
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen listen
Listen to each drop of rain (listen listen)
Aaah
Whispering secrets in rain (listen listen)
Aaah
Frantically searching for someone to hear
That story be more than it hides
Please don't let go
Can't we stay for a while?
It's just to hard to say goodbye
Listen to the rain
Aa...ah
Listen listen listen listen listen listen to the rain
Weeping
Oo...ooh oooh ooh oo...ooh
Oo...ooh oooh oh oh
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen
I stand alone in the storm (listen listen)
Suddenly sweet words take hold
(Listen listen)
Hurry they stay for you haven't much time
Open your eyes to the love around you
You can feel youre alone
But I'm here still with you
You can do what you dream
Just remember to listen to the rain
oo...ooh oh oh oh oh
ooh ooh oh oh oooh
Listen
song performed by by Evanescence
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Losing My Touch
Reservations for one tonight
Ill be eating by myself again
At that quiet little corner spot
Where we used to hang with all our friends
And Ill ease down to the local pub
Climb up on the tallest stool
Holding court with my common sense
Outwitting all these common fools
Chorus:
Ive got good taste for blended whiskey
I can see my way around this bar
I can hear the sound of a vintage jukebox
And smell the smoke of a hand-rolled cigar
I cant read your mind
Baby I can sense this much
When it comes to your love
I feel like Im losing my touch
Youre not buying this anymore
My lies have come up short again
You havent said its over yet
Oh but I can feel a bitter wind
And after giving me your better years
And hoping for the very best
Closing time is drawing near as I sit alone with all the rest
Chorus
When it comes to your love
I feel like Im losing my touch
song performed by by Toby Keith
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Touch By Touch
(r. zito/a. barrow/j. esposito)
I can tell by the look in your eyes
That you like what you see
I can tell by the touch of your hand
That youve got what I need
Baby theres no hurry
Weve got no worries
Lets take all night
Give me sweet lovin
Come taste my honey
Into the light
Touch by touch
Your fingers do the talking
I need to hear so much
Touch by touch
Now youre getting closer
To what I want so much
I can tell by the woman in me
Youre the man that I need
So much lovin that comes from your heart
That you give tenderly
Come take my hand
Ill show you where
Where you can lean
Baby theres no hurry
Weve got no worries
Make me believe
Touch by touch
Your fingers do the talking
I need to hear so much
Touch by touch
Chemical reaction
Makes me give it up
Touch by touch
And put your arms around me
Baby wrap me up
Touch by touch
Now youre gettin closer
To what I want so much
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Dream Walking
When I can feel the texture
of the scent of roses…
Sense the velvet caress
Of the fog’s vaporous touch
Feel the sonorous
voice of Elvis
the velvet-like timbre
That I loved so much
When I can feel the warmth
From brown eyes that look into mine
And hear unspoken whispers…
And taste unsipped wine
When I can talk to the raven
And he… speak to me…
His words will be graven
In my heart… eternally
When I can hear the grass growing
When I can taste…fairy dust
And hear the hiss of rainbows
And know the sound of trust
If I can experience just one of these
And know also… all is not what it seems
I’ll also feel my heart’s voice singing
And know I’m walking in my dreams
poem by David Whalen
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The Children Of Love...
sometimes it seems we travel
on long journeys as far away from
ourselves as we can....
before we can find the way
and the means to come home.
often, somewhere in the seasons
of our living, love is like that.
we become so numbed by the struggle
to merely exist, that we lose our
intimate connection....
we lose our sense of taste, of smell,
our very sense of touch...
and it is this loss, if we are lucky,
that redeems us, that strips us
and brings us back to the basic
instincts of our heart...
the storm comes, destroying
all the false images we've worshipped....
yet the rain washes our bodies,
the very bodies of our souls clean....
and only then, naked and vulnerable,
without any props... are we able again
to know love... to feel, to touch, to taste....
and again, through suffering, the candle is lit.
at our best, and our worst, naked...
we are the children of love!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Poet's Epitaph
i see the lights of a far distant shore.
i hear the moan of thundered skies.
i smell the perfume of rain not fallen.
i taste the lips of earth, and of trees.
i see the fire in cold artic winters.
i hear the words the wind desires.
i smell the scent of passion held back.
i taste the blood of coming death.
i see the dawn of the blackened cave.
i hear the weeping of mountains still.
i smell the coffin, and shovelled dirt.
i taste the spirit set free in flight!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Food and taste
There is good food and good bed.
There is fine wine and fine tune.
By is a cute lady with a melody.
You, as a king, are restless to taste.
The sword of Damocles hangs there.
The poor have taste, no means.
The rich have means, no taste.
17.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We Are Alive
I can feel the air around me,
I can see the people laughing and singing,
I can be the spirit in the trees,
I can fly with the birds in the sky.
I can believe what I want to belive.
I can say and do what I want.
I can be who I want to be,
I can follow my dreams.
I can taste the life within me,
I can smell the sweet breath of my soul,
I can be with the people before me,
I can think of those to come.
I can see through the eyes of others,
I can put myself in their shoes.
I can feel everything around me,
I can see the people laughing,
I can hear the sobs of an infant,
I can taste the love of a mother.
I can see the lives of others,
I can imagine what they are thinking,
I can guess what they are like.
I can see the colors in the wind,
I can hear the breath of god whispering his knowlage,
I can taste the strength he gave me,
I can feel the life in my veins.
I can stand here and think of all these things,
I can watch the day fall into night,
I can wait for what tomorrow will bring to me.
I can carry the word of god to others,
I can show them the light of hope.
I can show people the truth,
I can bring you the message of life,
I can bring you the knowlage of faith.
I can run through the prairies and forest,
I can touch everything around me.
I can hear my heartbeat in my ears,
I can feel the passing spirits,
I can smell the warmth of the Earth,
I can feel the live with in me.
I can tell you you can too,
I can show you the way to be free,
I can bring you to know your mother, Earth.
I can try my hardest to show you,
I can hope you'll understand,
Yet I know
It's up to you to welcome this power,
I know you can, just like
I can.
We are one with eachother,
We are one with the Earth,
She is our mother,
We are alive.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Jealousy is cruel.
The hero and heroine indulge in love.
We enjoy watching it.
When it is enacted in the neighborhood
We resent and betray it.
10.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man’s itch
Flowers are there to see and enjoy.
Flowers are there to smell and enjoy.
Women are there to gaze and relish.
Women are there to love and desire.
Man’s itch to crush woman is still there.
03.01.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Streamline your life
Abandon your ego and be useful.
You aren’t then unwanted.
Read or write or enjoy music.
Your mind is then not in turmoil.
Do Hatha Yoga throughout,
You’ll have a feeling of well being.
Then you are not a recluse.
08.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Books are superior.
The computer is a wonder.
Information you can plunder.
Books are the real treasures.
It gives personal touch.
17.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I can love you any manner.
The Lord, any manner I can pray.
I shall be blessed.
I can touch His feet and pray.
I can stand in front and pray.
I can see the tower and pray.
Wherever I am, there I can pray.
The beloved, any manner I can love.
I shall be erotic.
I can see you and love.
I can hear you and love.
I can remember you and love.
Wherever you are, there my love comes.
No need to touch or hold.
28.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mere sex has no gratification.
Maybe Viagra, a drug of Sildenafil Citrate,
Is a boon for erectile insufficiency
And a man’s inferiority complex.
You can have it and in an hour, a jet upon bed.
Can it make one’s psychosexual insufficiency?
With it a sense of life is there;
Without it no sense of life
27.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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