Lust has no shyness
.
The sipped syrup or the bitten dishes
Are the ones sullied by others’ tongues,
So I detest. But your very tongue,
To reach I am very much in anguish.
Why?
The rubbish decay or the rotten eggs
Are so much a repelling odour
So I detest. But your very armpit,
To inhale I am very much eager.
Why?
Hand is washed while private part
Is held, after the toilet.
But when at bed, her very part
One shies not manipulating.
Why?
Is it that lust has no eyes?
Or that it alone has eyes
To discriminate the bliss
And to retrieve one to the sense?
Latter must be.
What to the rational is dirty
Is to sex pretty;
What to the sensible is foul
Is to sex agreeable;
What to mind is ugly
Is to sex holy.
31.07.99
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Woman is conditioned to be a feast
Those rapacious eyes of men,
As they are in and around,
Over my curves and contours,
I detest not and repels not,
Rather would prefer them
And yet choose to ignore,
Set to fear the tongue of scandal.
I am content to be a feast.
Those rapacious eyes of men,
Much in for-aught-I-mind,
Nevertheless have their food.
Man lives on his eyes;
Woman lives from his eyes.
29.10.2002, Chenn
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Whenever we read the obscene stories, voluptuous debaucheries, the cruel and tortous executions, the unrelenting vindictivenes, with which more than half the Bible is filled, it would be more consistant that we called it the word of a Demon than the word of God. It is a history of wickedness that has served to corrupt and brutalize mankind, and, for my part, I sincerly detest it as I detest everything that is cruel.
quote by Thomas Paine
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Sight For Sore Eyes
Goin downtown, goin down, goin down
neath the city, eatin ground round
Underground is pretty gritty
I turned the screw she held the light
Thats when I knew she was a
Sight for sore eyes
She was a sight for sore eyes
Playin no fair, sleepin under stairs
Downtowns a pity, takin fair square
Under where its pretty gritty
I turned the screw, she held the knife
Oh, holy jesus, shes a sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Shes a nitty grutty
Turnin in style, walk a mile for your titty
Naked foul while under there
Under where its pretty gritty
Hey, dont you know people
Shes a love lust hussy
She left, oh she rust me
Dear old girl
She was a sight for sore eyes
But she was sittin pretty
A sight for sore eyes
She was a nitty gritty
Sight for sore eyes
Peeled back and parted
Even at the start it was delight or demise
I feel like a leopard king
Sight for sore eyes
She was a sight for sore eyes
song performed by by Aerosmith
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I really detest movies like Indecent Proposal and Pretty Woman because they send a message to women that sleeping with a rich man is the ultimate goal and really that's such a small part of it.
quote by Laura Kightlinger
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Dirty Eyes
You hypnotize
Honey
Yeah honey
You do it
Woooo, do it good
Do it all right
Every night
When you turn off the light
Its outta sight
(alright)
You hypnotize
Mezmorize
With your dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Your dirty eyes
Breathin
Breathin heavy
Heavy
Heavy breathin
Send shivers down my spine
[make me | and [im|youre]] so glad that youre mine
[when youre so bad and youre
Mine]
Thats what turns me on
All night long
You hypnotize
Mezmorize
With your dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
You got dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
I love your dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Right through me
Your dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
song performed by by AC-DC
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Nature versus Collective Self
they say we are
a part of nature
but i say nature
is part of us
growing eyes,
ears, tongues
heart and mind
compass for us
to sail the ocean
of the one self we
all are part of
nature spells out
charms to the
varied senses in
the self too many
to count
when the full moon shines
the thought is lighted up
large and calm as a lake
when a person dies
he strips a part of nature
in the self
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Wetness
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
Denying heat wont make it go away.
Saying something different,
Is in conflict with your mission.
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
Lie about it!
Try to hide those naked wishes in your mind.
Deny and fight it.
But you know fresh meat is what you want to find.
To bump and grind as you're sighing.
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
You despair for nakedness and wetness.
You want it there,
Some sex and wetness.
Keeping you uptight at night,
And restless.
Ooooohhhyeah...
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
mmmmm...
That sex and wetness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Relax
Relaxation is a technique
By which you feel it fantastic.
Breathe in and out and hold it in between,
Each five seconds, eyes half closed,
Mind traveling along the air.
Contraction of muscles
Part by part makes you nestle.
Contract while you inhale
And let it go while you exhale.
Do it five times apiece
On fingers and toes,
Buttocks and belly,
Neck front and back,
And eyes and forehead.
Fall motionless flat for a while.
07.04.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Something Foul And Sweet
you smell something foul and at first you may say at once
' i don't like this! '
and then you feel something thorny
and you will say ' i detest this'
and then you see
the pale color of the flesh
and you say ' what is this? '
then you taste it
lick it with your tongue
and savor every meat
letting it roll inside
your mouth,
enjoy the milky
texture and then you say
'Omg! this is heaven! '
such is the durian experience.
try it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Happily Ever After
A time, your, families would be
As great and big, our wish that be
Yours, not yours, ours would be
Grandsons, laughing with mirth, would be
Your growing a part
Would make our hearts part
Sparkling stars, would part
A place, time, and homeliness would part
A gain our sons and daughters, yours for love
Love not with lust, but care to love
Lust decay, it would be, care makes true love
Happily ever after, marriages flow with love.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Truth, Goodness And Integrity
THE BEARER OF TRUTH COURTS TROUBLE IN THE WORLD OF LIARS,
THE BEARER OF LIES COURTS TROUBLE IN THE WORLD OF THE TRUTHFULL,
WHY DOST MY WORLD DETEST TRUTH?
WHY DOST MY LAND DETEST GOODNESS?
YES, EVEN MINE HOUSE DETESTS INTEGRITY,
THUS I AM BECOME UNWELCOME IN MINE WORLD,
LO AND BEHOLD, I AM NOW BECOME AN ABOMINATION IN MY LAND,
YES, I AM NOW BECOME DETESTED IN MY OWN HOUSE,
YES, I AM BECOME THAT WHICH THEY DETEST,
I AM BECOME TRUTHFULL,
I AM BECOME GOOD,
YES, I NOW GLOW WITH INTEGRITY,
YES INDEED, I AM TRUELY BECOME THAT WHICH THEY DETEST,
GOODNESS, TRUTHFULL, AND FILLED OF INTEGRITY!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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The value of kiss
An erotic kiss is close to intercourse.
A woman’s lips symbolize her private part
And a man’s tongue, his private part, in their minds.
His hygiene and skill promise her a good course.
26.03.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Another Pretty Face
Flick your hair, wink your eyes:
Still won't keep the truth shining through the lies.
You're so sweet and sexy, it's hard to resist.
But deep inside, you harbour things I detest.
I use to care about you, let you get through.
But now i'm finally free. I'm over you.
Don't care if you're Venus, a creature from another place-
Now you're just another pretty face.
Nothing special no more, just another picture on the wall;
There's so many pretty faceless faces, another won't change it all.
So many i could pick and try,
Why I'd waste time on you, i don't know why.
Just like the crowd in the marketplace-
You're just another pretty face, just another pretty face.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Witch
Eyes, rivulets of red that run beneath a canopy
Of green-tinged lashes –
Tear blood playing on the grey-white skin,
Stretched across the twin peaks of cheekbone.
That slender pillar of a neck –
Magnet of eroticism, blinds to
Veins gorging on the flesh,
Dancing under pulse of blood –
Or whatever pumps inside.
Coal-black lips word intentions –
Castigations – variations of the horror
She was born to be.
O the hair! – a flame-orange avalanche
Thundering down to Hell
Where seething mounds of torn bodies lost their souls
To viler wants and fouler holes of
Scatological minds.
And the plunge of lavish breast –
E’er the siren’s weapon! –
Baits the mortal man –
Were he to chance his hand across
The certainty of doom.
But still we go, our weakness on display –
Hers will not a challenge be to see to our decay.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Day Of Judgment
When the bearing and doing are over,
And no more is to do or bear,
God will see us and judge us
The kind of men we were;
And our sins, so ugly and heavy,
We shall drag them into His sight,
And throw them down at the foot of the throne,
Foul on the steps of light.
We shall not be shamed or frightened,
Though the angels are all at hand,
For He will look at our burden,
And He will understand.
He will turn to the little angels,
Agog to hear and obey,
And point to the festering sin-loads
With, 'Take that rubbish away!'
Then the steps will be cleared of the burdens
That we threw down at His feet;
And we shall be washed in the tears of Christ,
And our tears bathe His feet.
And the harvest of all our sinning
That moment's shame will reap -
When we look in the eyes that love us
And know we have made them weep.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Apart
A part of this world I open my eyes and breathe...
Apart of this world I wonder what they think of me on Facebook
A part of this world I laugh at how beautiful everyone is...
Apart of this world I check to see who likes my comments
A part of this world I live in the brilliant orgasm of now...
Apart of this world I lay down some anonymous hate as Guest42
A part of this world I sigh at the joke of separation
Apart of this world I struggle to connect to someone worth it
A part of this world I smile at every pretty girl...
Apart of this world I smile at the pretty girls
A part of this world I am very close, closer than comfort...
Apart of this world I feel so very far away and so alone
poem by Poet Dragon
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A Shadow
you are not alone
for i am a shadow and i always follow you
wherever you may go,
you shake me off?
no you can't. I am your shadow.
you want to be left alone?
you shove me away, no you can't.
i am a part of you. i reflect you. I am your shadow.
you feel forsaken?
you dislike me? You plan your escape.
You stand at noontime. No you can't take me away.
I am diminished. When the sun comes as your ally,
I am equal to you, under you and still a part of you.
You cannot take me away. I am your shadow.
You shed tears. I have the shadow of tears.
You bleed blood. I have the shadow of blood bleeding.
You cannot take me away from you. I am a part of you. I am your shadow.
You regret life? You want to end all these? You hate me?
Plan your next step. Vanish me. Kill me.
Use your black magic. Take me away from you. No you can't.
I am always a part of you. I am your shadow.
I ask you to ask me if i like this way with us together.
I tell you. I want to shake you off from me. I am your shadow.
And i detest you. My body.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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All existing things are really one. We regard those that are beautiful and rare as valuable, and those that are ugly as foul and rotten The foul and rotten may come to be transformed into what is rare and valuable, and the rare and valuable into what is foul and rotten.
quote by Chuang Tzu
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Lust, the root of youngness
Women portrayed
In romantic classics,
Heroines decked out
In celluloid,
Sexy music
In lusty lyrics, and
Thoughts and deeds
Fully around women
Are all manifestation
Of lust and lust
That we miss in our nest.
Lust, we need not detest.
Every action zeros to lust.
Every organ zeros to carbon.
13.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sex has no bad odour
You detest not foul smell from two areas:
Your body and your partner in sex
13.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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