Flirting
She likes listening to you
And then talking with you.
She acknowledges your presence
And then grants her presence.
She lets her eyes meet yours
And then throws private glances
She pretends your intensions
And then accept casual presents.
She ignores incidental touches.
Now the ground is ripe for flirtation.
Flirtation is an art of living.
Flirtation is an art of loving.
Flirtation is the essence of life.
No adultery; a harmless recreation.
16.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Libido exertion
Umpteen chances are there for flirtation.
Equally are there thwarts for their abortions.
Youths have learnt to live with flirtation
As means for their libido exertion.
11.08.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Only A Slight Flirtation
‘Twas just a slight flirtation,
And where’s the harm, I pray,
In that amusing pastime
So much in vogue to-day?
Her hand was plighted elsewhere
To one she held most dear,
But why should she sit lonely
When other men are near?
They walked to church together,
They sat upon the shore.
She found him entertaining,
He found her something more.
They rambled in the moonlight;
It made her look so fair,
She let him praise her beauty,
And kiss her flowing hair.
‘Twas just a nice flirtation.
So sad the fellow died.
Was drowned one day while boating,
The week she was a bride.’
A life went out in darkness,
A mother’s fond heart broke,
A maiden pined in secret –
With grief she never spoke.
While robed in bridal whiteness,
Queen of a festal throng,
She moved, whose slight flirtation
Had wrought this triple wrong.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Yira
Flirtation,
To run into each other's arms! !
With social contacts and of the events,
But the approaches cam from Yira your mate.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In his holy flirtation with the world, God occasionally drops a handkerchief. These handkerchiefs are called saints.
quote by Frederick Buechner
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When I was on the ice, in the lights, with the music and the motion, there was a certain kind of flirtation that gave great energy and expressiveness to my performance.
quote by Peggy Fleming
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Ay, You Punished
You! The me, from I then you it took.
It has the all love and the lonely nights,
all the all of terror and the desire, to knock from you. You!
The me and look it has all the constriction and the dreams,
romantic insignificance and the test loves flirtation,
thus sorely was it punished.
poem by Is It Poetry
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Wasting Company Time
Chasing to taste love from someone,
Will not be done by me.
Bar stools are full with those in flirtation mode,
Especially after a hard day of pushing papers...
From one file to another!
And wasting company time planning company events,
To get employees together...
To discuss what they dislike about their jobs!
It's all part of the alcoholic moments,
Shared by some bartender dependable to keep secrets.
And then the presence of fresh meat enters!
A drink is passed!
A nod is shared.
Numbers are exchanged.
And an arrangement is made,
To deceive someone unaware a chase was done!
In fun to pleasure.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exotic birdie an emblem of flirtation
Exotic birdie an emblem of flirtation,
'Burning' the love demands risk,
Fishing in Aquarium, there is no sense,
The falcon in the sky does not search rice,
Flight frightens parrot 'L..' _ jumps up Poultry...
poem by Gioom Galen
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Bar Girl Blues
Although our little flirtation doesn't amount to much
I'd like to think you really care,
But if you do you needn't worry I'd do anything about it,
I wouldn't dare!
Of the difference in our age and attitudes
I'm well aware,
I'm just an old fool at the end of the day,
Given to drink and despair,
You're young enough to be my daughter
And it simply wouldn't be fair!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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What Is Flirtation?
What is flirtation? Really,
How can I tell you that?
But when she smiles I see its wiles,
And when he lifts his hat.
'Tis walking in the moonlight,
'Tis buttoning on a glove,
'Tis lips that speak of plays next week,
While eyes are talking love.
Tis meeting in the ball-room,
'Tis whirling in the dance;
'Tis something hid beneath the lid,
More than a simple glance.
'Tis lingering in the hallway,
'Tis sitting on the stair,
'Tis bearded lips on finger-tips,
If mamma isn't there.
'Tis tucking in the carriage,
'Tis asking for a call;
'Tis long good-nights in tender lights,
And that is-no, not all!
'Tis parting when it's over,
And one goes home to sleep;
Best joys must end, tra la, my friend,
But one goes home to weep!
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Nasty Suspicion
A nasty suspicion creates condemnation
And concussion, one floats as a balloon.
Then fixing combs your hair and scalp,
The enemy is mandatory for the friends.
Footmen walk towards the station of right,
In front of a mangrove they grow and thrive.
Mighty claws arrive and toss the enemy
To the sea of delights, a flirtation to be and desire.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Journey Without Destiny
The voices of hope......
Screaming for lives..
Were not fulfilled
The truth is
We can't handle the truth
Take me to the place...
Where the weather
Is fine all around
We could live
Till the world
Is no longer exists...
and remember
The arts of love
Implies to flirtation
Your longing....
Is descriptive
Well painted
onto the canvas of psychopath
A journey without destiny...
Is a long lost destination
Only the determined
Would understand
and nodded
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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It is my boon.
I eat less; I sleep less.
Yet I am tireless.
It is my boon.
I lust for, at sixty,
Women sixteen to sixty.
It is my boon.
I have the woman
Half my age in flirtation.
It is my boon.
I send the woman
In her teen to orgasm.
It is my boon.
So I want no heaven
As I lived through heaven.
It is my boon.
21.07.2000, Paralakhemundi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Words, words, words...
I don't know you.
Is it important?
I would like to say: Yes!
Is it possible to love
just for beautiful words?
I would like to say: No!
A real love should grow
like a flower grows
starting with a little care
with enough air and glare.
Words in declaration of love
look like a flirtation
which uses it's imagination,
like a fog or a smoke,
not the sunshine but a sunstroke.
You don't know me.
Do you agree?
It is really funny
to tell the unknown one:
You are my honey.
The shadows in the rainy evenings
can be covered by illusion.
Here I come to the conclusion.
You draw the picture of unstable image
and deliver a speech on a stage.
Your thoughts and dreams
lightened your mind by moonbeams.
So, meanwhile I can give you a smile.
And if I have a chance
I would like to meet your glance
which will tell me more
than thousand words told before.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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I Am The Sinner
Day in, day out
conscious sedation
Eyes half closed, suffocation
isolation
Paired (desperation)
Struggling…sweet…falsification
Wear these clothes of sublimation
Now: electric raw fixation
(deliver me into temptation)
flirtation
fascination
anticipation
Invitation
Truth be told i’m far from perfect
(promises are meant to break)
Do you blame someone for wanting
Can’t i take what i can take?
If i risk this condemnation
Abdication (i am awake)
Am I grasping at Illusion?
Should this feel like a mistake?
(you are the Sin and i’m the Sinner
revelation, bring me peace
Does This feel just like Salvation?)
Does isolation ever cease?
Blue and You
It was Panama
And blue butterflies
Significant as Blue Velvet
Blue as the sea's surrounding it
Blue as your eye's
With glimmer's of surprise
Dancing with your smile
Near to Panama's quarter mile
You could have won me over
I was vunerable
And open
Empty arms
Just waiting
Your charms
Mixed signals
Sent
Too much time
Spent
Wondering?
Flirtation or imagination?
I'll never know
But Blue Butterflies do exist
In Panama's
Color tipped show
poem by Theodora Onken
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Kinda Sexy
Execution-style romance,
Death flirtation tango,
Bonnie and Clyde, Sid and Nancy,
Role models of violent seduction,
Be my princess of destruction,
Roll with me Friday night
When the air is hot in the criminal city
On remorseless streets that never take pity
On the naïve and the inept,
On those not mindful of a thief’s precepts
To strike the first blow
And never fall asleep with your eyes shut.
You’re kinda sexy dressed in black,
You could wrap your nylons around someone’s neck.
Keep your intentions mysteriously cloaked
So the bastards never know what’s coming next.
I like you all cut-throat and cool
Creating new ways to be callous and cruel.
I expect, one day, you will give me the gun or the knife
And it will be such a perfect way
To call it a life!
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Presence or Presents?
The dawn of the day
Wore the birthday—
Colourful festoons_
Beautiful balloons—
Relishable Cakes—
Loving hand-shakes—
Jubilancy with buoyant festivity!
Presents! Oh! Presents!
Varieties of them!
From cute bottles of scents
To many valuable jems-
From useful articles
To futile particles!
'Oh! Why bother with presents?
Happy so - with your presence! '
'Why this? '
'Why that? '
Music over—silence pours;
All disperse.
Examining presents—
'Oh! only this?
I gave that! '
Oh! That!
I gave this! '
Presence or presents?
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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A Bonus
That day i finished
A small piece
For an obscure magazine
I popped it in the box
And such a starry elation
Came over me
That I got whistled at in the street
For the first time in a long time.
I was dirty and roughly dressed
And had circles under my eyes
And far far from flirtation
But so full of completion
Of a deed duly done
An act of consummation
That the freedom and force it engendered
Shone and spun
Out of my old raincoat.
It must have looked like love
Or a fabulous free holiday
To the young men sauntering
Down Berwick Street.
I still think this is most mysterious
For while I was writing it
It was gritty it felt like self-abuse
Constipation, desperately unsocial.
But done done done
Everything in the world
Flowed back
Like a huge bonus.
poem by Elizabeth Smart
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Sideways
My love mesmerizes you;
its your intoxication.
I see your soul
singing with every glance I give,
every heart tug
you too evince in me,
with just one
of those smiles of yours.
You pose in my view,
twirl slightly,
give me sudden side-way
glance
just like in the movies,
counting my heartbeats
which you can hear from across the room.
Oh, you love my smitten-ness.
Like the hummingbird
you flutter to each of my flower glances
suck my nectar
and fly away quickly
leaving only a blur of wings
in my too-slow side vision.
Oh, I love your flirting love
it gives
so much
to your innocent ego
which needs my need of you,
my hungry eyes.
Your need of me
is as great as mine for you;
in this we are Flirtation Lovers
ever attracted
but never joined.
For me this is enough for now;
for you it is a need fulfilled.
We are Lovers of the Side-way Glance;
a love never to consummate
because that would likely spoil
a Love Perfect
in its purity
and mutual joy.
Ours can only
survive
in the askance view
where I look at you from afar
offering you
yet more
nectar;
as you flirt and flit
on the wing
exhausting
my quivering
flower.
.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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