Hindus are cowards.
The Hindu Goddess was drawn nude.
The painter still has Hindu fans.
Could he have fans from his religion
Had he drawn his messiah nude?
06.07.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Nude Artist
A Nude Artist
he says he is a nude artist
because he is naked when he paints
such nakedness has
nothing to do with being a nude artist
a naked artist who paints a cat or a chicken
is not a nude artist
there is no nude cat
thyere is no nude chicken
just paint a naked woman
and he will be called a nude artist
an artist is not an art
he must know that
- Frog Mantra, Accents Publishing,2012 -
poem by Suchoon Mo_
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The Naked and the Nude
For me, the naked and the nude
(By lexicographers construed
As synonyms that should express
The same deficiency of dress
Or shelter) stand as wide apart
As love from lies, or truth from art.
Lovers without reproach will gaze
On bodies naked and ablaze;
The Hippocratic eye will see
In nakedness, anatomy;
And naked shines the Goddess when
She mounts her lion among men.
The nude are bold, the nude are sly
To hold each treasonable eye.
While draping by a showman's trick
Their dishabille in rhetoric,
They grin a mock-religious grin
Of scorn at those of naked skin.
The naked, therefore, who compete
Against the nude may know defeat;
Yet when they both together tread
The briary pastures of the dead,
By Gorgons with long whips pursued,
How naked go the sometimes nude!
poem by Robert Graves
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M.F. Husain Is No More
Maqbool Fida Husain,95, is no more.
A controversial Indian painter is no more.
He, a Muslim, pictured Hindu Gods in nude
And had to live in exile and die abroad.
M.F. Husain was a bare footed, fair,
Tall, handsome gentleman with a beard.
He is to painting as to poetry
Is Kamala Das, sexual in contents.
His infatuation with Madhuri Dixit,
A captivating actress, half his age,
Is a well known and well spread gossip and
He made a film to have her act in it.
He had thick friendship with Kamna Prasad,
A writer, who broke it, for his indifference.
His family and six children loved him,
His philandering nature notwithstanding.
M.F. Husain’s artistical onslaught
On the Hindus’ sentiments made him flee.
He died in London and was buried unsung.
If I were he, you’d call me a womanizer.
(09.06.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Let us thank our Gods..
Buddha was a human and a Hindu,
And he worshiped the Hindu Gods,
Instead of worshiping Hindu Gods,
Why do people worship Buddha?
Jesus was a human and a Jew,
And he worshiped the Father,
Instead of following his religion,
Why do people worship Jesus?
These are the questions of logic,
We may provide the answers of magic,
If Religions were gate way to heaven,
Where our ancestors went in BCs?
I like the teaching of Jesus,
Who asks us to love our foes.
I like the teachings of Mohammad,
as he eliminated injustices.
We, the human, elevated ourselves,
From the hardship that Gods have created.
From naked human to today's technocrats,
We have evolved from ignorance.
Let us take the religion for guidance,
not to inflict hatred on another human.
Let us take the doctrines for consolations,
not to hurt another human with weapons.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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I have had fans make me the big picture collages of the photo books; I have had fans send me birthday cakes... sing to me on my voicemail. I have had fans flash me. I have had older fans give me their bras and underwear onstage.
quote by Puff Daddy
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Fans are my favorite thing in the world. I've never been the type of artist who has that line drawn between their friends and their fans. The line's always been really blurred for me. I'll hang out with them after the show. I'll hang out with them before the show. If I see them in the mall, I'll stand there and talk to them for 10 minutes.
quote by Taylor Swift
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A Nude Picture
Your love is like a nude picture in my mind and,
It is sweeter than a candy pie;
You are real and i am here to stay.
Like a nude picture,
Your taste is sweeter than the candy;
For it makes me feel so high!
Your love is like a nude picture in my mind and,
I am dying for your love my sweet one;
Oh girl, throw me an apple of your sweet love to run for it.
True love knows no boundary and,
Sweet love knows no barrier;
You are my precious one and, what is your hot-line? !
The only picture i have in my mind is your nude body.
I will wait for you always!
Even in the rain;
I will sing for you always!
Even on your bed;
My nude lover,
My nude picture,
What a beauty that you are! !
Like Romeo and Juliet.
Do rebounce on me always,
For your love is like a nude picture in my mind;
With the reflections of you in the mirror.
You are sweeter than the candy pie,
With much hope and dreams to the world of roses;
I will wait for you always my sweet one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fans Of Written Word Verse
fans I have no fans
fans are for past dead
fans are for present posers
I am not yet spent dead
I am still one of elite verse doers
I am still among rare word writers
poem by Terence George Craddock
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That which we call the Hindu religion is really the Eternal religion because it embraces all others.
quote by Sri Aurobindo
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A nude pose
The middle aged Woman gatecrashed
Early in the morning.
'I do modelling and how much you pay for a nude pose? '
I looked around and my wife's frying something in the kitchen,
I said; ' It's not me next-door the painter.'
'He said you're the painter & poet.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I love to swim in the nude and roam around the house in the nude. You're just as free as a bird!
quote by Bettie Page
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Voices of the Fans
It is only 38 degrees here in the windy city on this first day of April. If you go by just the weather you can’t even tell that this is the 20th day of spring. Well I know it springs from the sounds my ears hear. Not bees buzzing or birds chirping but the voices of the fan. The fans of America’s greatest past time baseball. The excitement and hope in each fans’ voice as the season begins. Fans Argue with one another but not in anger but in fun defending their team. Every fans a manger and know exactly what their team needs to win. Yeah the weather might make it feel like it is still winter but the voices of the fans lets me know it is spring.
Fans made me. The fans gave me a chance, and they made me. Beyond that, my career has been trials and tribulations and ups and downs, so I have to have true fans riding with me.
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The Lion
The Lion is a kingly beast.
He likes a Hindu for a feast.
And if no Hindu he can get,
The lion-family is upset.
He cuffs his wife and bites her ears
Till she is nearly moved to tears.
Then some explorer finds the den
And all is family peace again.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Significance of One to Ten
O-ne is the great Almighty,
T-wo denotes the Man and Woman;
T-hree is for the Triad Trimurti, -
Brahma, Vishnu, and Siva,
The Gods for the three actions—
Creation, Maintenance, and Dissolution;
F=our indicates the directions—
East, West, North, and South;
F-ive are Life's elements,
Earth, Water, Ether, Air, and Fire;
S-ix is Half a Dozen, the insects' legs;
S-even symbolizes the Days of a Week;
E-ight represents the Deity Durga's Hands;
N-ine connotes the Navagrahas in Hindu religion;
T-en signalizes the Dasavatharam in Hindu philosophy—
The ten manifestations of Lord Vishnu!
Z-ero typifies just Nothing!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Not X
nude is beauty
not a sex...
sex is not only nude...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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A painter
A painter on study
sketched two nudes
In canvass, a nude
Man & woman
The man in hard
Solid lines his torso
His thighs his legs
Well chiseled by
The dark colors
Of his brush, and
The woman in
Smooth lines, her
Fragile hands, her
Soft breasts, her
Thin lines in light
Feminine colors,
He so admired
His nude creations,
And he stared
At the magic
He just painted,
And tired for
Hours, he just
Blinked a while
Wanting a little
Slip, he faltered,
He blinked and
Winked for a second,
Surprised, only to
Find out that the two
Are suddenly missing
not looking for food
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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About Her (Villanelle)
She having filthy finger nails like that of a workingman
She being found down by the shore, of Ice Lake
She being the frozen nude woman
She being the apparent victim of a madman
She being pretty like a one of a kind snowflake
She having filthy finger nails like that of a workingman
She, being frozen solid! Said the newsman
She being, negative 33 degrees below zero for God’s sake!
She being the frozen nude woman
She, must be vindicated by the hangman
She must be accounted for, never to forsake
She having filthy finger nails like that of a workingman
She must have a name? Asked the police man
She must have had some identification for heaven’s sake
She being the frozen nude woman
She was a beautiful woman
She is now but a-heartache
She having filthy finger nails like that of a workingman
She being the frozen nude woman
poem by William Cavanagh
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Your Nude Knees
I am as mute as the cathedral, and I
Am dreaming
And all of this is the reason that the snow falls
Across the television:
I don’t suppose it is anything entirely beautiful
But then it was just the weather
Across the television in her high heels
And then I guess I knew what it was you
Were talking about through the echoes
Or through the trees while there was still
A reason and it remained echoing- echoing
Across the forgotten chassis-
While the sweet- sweet pornographies sang
Of the open estuaries of your nude
Elbows- or, or they sang as well of your
Open estuaries of your nude- or
Your nude knees.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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A playwright in a lunatic asylum
The Psychiatrist read the script and said;
'I am your doctor my brothers and sisters.'
'It's a common saying and we too whispered the same line
When we're enrolled to this college.' A colleague interupts.
'But now we're almost cured' Someone muttered.
'What's your religion? ' Doctor inquired a patient
He tells; ' My Dad is a Strong Catholic and mother is a simple Buddhist,
Sister eloped with a Muslim and the youngest brother converted to Hindu.'
'Sorry you need my religion isn't it?
He wants to give me a scholarship to Harvard University it seems.'
My religion is Oxygen.'
'What, A new religion? '
'No doctor the oldest religion since the beginning and once that stopped
All the sages go to hell or Heaven who knows? '
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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