Music, A Stimulant
Amorous verses
By Vairamuthu,
Lusty tune
By A.R.Rahman,
Sexy voice of
Anuraha Sriram,
All in blend
Send me senseless,
Hormone in spate,
Feelings unabated.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sexual Stimulants
Fruits make you sexy, with the skin in glow.
Sports make you sexy, with a toned body.
Love makes you sexy, with hormones in spate.
Their stimulants are ones in opposite sex.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Poetry Is Sexy
Poetry is sexy
Its lyrics aim to please
Poetry is sexy
Engaging in its tease
Poetry is sexy
It radiates with verb
Poetry is sexy
Every idyllic word
Poetry is sexy
Refined for purity
Poetry is sexy
Stripped of subtlety
Poetry is sexy
When read between the lines
Poetry is sexy
Laced with frilly rhymes
Poetry is sexy
Both singular and plural
Poetry is sexy
Every exclamatory swirl
Poetry is sexy
Grammatically raw
Poetry is sexy
Even typos and all
Poetry is sexy
Consummated publicly
Poetry is sexy
When performed properly
Poetry is sexy
Irrespective of its font
Poetry is sexy
Fashioned any way you want
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I Didn't Know That Butchered Animals Do Not Feel Pain
sexy, so sexy,
and meaty and
tasty....
tenderloin steak,
spare ribs,
pork barbecue,
menudo,
sausages, and
chicharon, and
brain chops
sexy, so sexy,
butchered meat
feeling no pain
well cooked and
too spicy on my
table.
do i hear
the sound of red
blood dripping?
send it the specialty of this house.
sexy, so sexy,
and meaty and tender and juicy....
that is how i want things to be.
i don't mind the pain too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Role To Play
Spate has a role to play
No matter positive or negative.
Spate is a spate and spate
Play role in conspiracy.
Praise not war
It is undeserved
Whether external or internal.
Actually nothing is hard
It is our brain that
Think about it and
Time passed on its own.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The conflict of religions
Ram or Rahman, who is God?
Some said Ram; some said Rahman.
There was no conflict.
Some said only Ram and some, only Rahman.
There entered the conflict.
Whose followers are better?
There explodes the conflict.
27.12.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sexual Feelings Rank
Be sexy; feel sexy; look sexy;
Find sexiness in opposite genders.
Read and write about romance.
Sexual feelings supply energy.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Change my mood! Oxytocin, Adrenalin and the rest!
The drizzle of yet to shower rain,
The breeze of yet to blow wind,
The coldness of eternal spring,
The elasticity in the coils of spring,
Hormones run in arteries and veins.
When the Shower changes into a storm,
When the breeze changes into tornado,
When the coldness changes into fire,
When the suppleness changes into rigidity,
One exits and others enter fiercely.
when we like someone, we forgive them,
when we hate someone, we torture them,
When we are praised, we adore them,
When we are questioned, we doubt them.
As our moods change, the hormone change or,
the hormone changes, our mood changes?
The more the love hormone, we are happy,
The more the fly or fight hormone,
we are sad and bold.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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My Plea
I send you my letter
you who reads hearts better
to tell you how life is turning sour
and that my sorrows are more
I send you this prayer
you who shows that you care
when life proves bitter
a wound without cure
i send you this case
you who bares no curse
for my actions so coarse
and that my heart bares a crust.
I send you this hymn
you who knows life's theme
please keep my lips in tune
and receive my life; a song out of tune
I send you my plea
you who'll never flea!
poem by Timothy muggaga
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Voice From The Mountain
Voice from the mountain
And a voice from the sea
Voice in my neighbourhood
And a voice calling me.
Tell me my friend my friend
Tell me with love
Where can it end it end
Voice from above.
The sound on the ocean wave
And the sound in the tree
Sound in a country lane
Say you can be free.
Tell me you crowd you crowd
Tell me again
Tell me out loud out loud
This sound is rain.
Tune from the hillside
And tune full of light
A flute in the morning
And a chime in the night.
I know the game again
I know the score
I know my name my name
But this tune is more.
Voice from the mountain
And voice from the sea
Voice from in my neighbourhood
And a voice calling me.
Tell me my friend my friend
Tell me with love
Where can it end it end
Voice from above.
song performed by by Nick Drake
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Poetry Is Sexy
POETRY IS SEXY.
Poetry is sexy,
These girl clothed in verbal
Tense,
Poetry is sexy
The beautiful wig fixed
On the Queens head.
Poetry is sexy
Distinctive letters with
Natural bliss,
Poetry is sexy
Ornament of blessings
Mirage with endless
Lessons,
Poetry is sexy
The comic bearing
You laugh to gain
Tremendous energy,
Poetry is sexy
Pregnant lettering
Ready to deliver triplets
Without ending.
Talk to me
Isn't poetry sexy?
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
poem by Habib Akewusola
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Blend
blend, how did i ever use that word in my life?
blend with the people i work with, dissolve in their ordinariness
so i cannot be noticed anymore
i wear the same clothes, same brand and even same color to blend
with all of them, and so i am in, not a deviant, not an opposition
not a rebel but a supporter of their cause
blend with the crowd like cuts of carrots and apples and melons
in a blender and nothing is identifiable in that concoction
blend and blend and blend myself with the world and this universe
escape from my uniqueness betray my individuality
as all creeks and rivers all flow to the sea as one entity
away from loneliness, losing myself my thoughts
the I surrendering to the we, the coward one,
blending, and now there is no one, yet why this poetry apart from you?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sexy Single
All my life I've tried to find
A love to give me piece of mind
And I, I looked into your eyes
Captivated by your wicked smile
I was mesmerized there
for a while or two
But what's a girl gonna do?
Oh I lay in my bed
with your stupid face in my head
Just another piece in my life
Now I'm a sexy single
Sexy single that's OK
I'm living on my own
And I'm feeling the way I do
Like a sexy single
Sexy single
Birds of a feather
We flock together
Like leaves on a tree
We were meant to be in love
I guess it was just a dream
Oh I lay in my bed
with your stupid face in my head
Just another piece in my life
Sexy single
Sexy single that's OK
I'm living on my own in my special way
Like a sexy single
Sexy single
I'm sexy single
Sexy single
Sexy single
I said I'm living on my own
And feeling the way I do
When I'm not with you
I said I'm sexy single
That's OK
Living on my own
And feeling the way I do
I said when I'm not with you
Sexy single that's OK
I'm living on my own in my special way
Like a sexy single
Sexy single
song performed by by Anastacia
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The voice and the face
In many female singers
I loved them imagining their faces
Till I came to know their faces.
Then I separated their voice
From their faces to love.
Anuradha Sriram is an exception.
08.04.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The sexy need not be sensuous.
A frigid or a barren woman
Is not that she is not sexy.
The one who looks sexy
May not be to feel sexy.
Yet she can entice, unaffected.
She is sexy but not crazy
A man’s sex in his eyes
And hence is often misled
30.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Revival is A Boost
The more I loved her the more I thirsted.
The more I pursued the more she thawed.
Had I not been struck, had she not been knotted,
We would have been knotted, tightly knotted.
I heard she was fervent to get my verses.
My hormones are once more in spate thanks to her.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Verses Wrought
I do not know just how or when, God will send something to my pen,
From something that's on my heart, a thought God desires to impart,
Throughout my day, just as I go, thoughts from above seem to flow,
While I begin with simply a thought, by The Spirit verses are wrought.
It is The Lord God, Who blesses me, with these verses, that you see,
As these words that I pass along; the credit for all, does truly belong,
To The Lord God, Who reigns above, inspiring the verses, I speak of,
These very words, which I pen, that God has me share with other men.
God pens verses from my prose, through ways only The Spirit knows,
This when God's Spirit is inclined, to guide these thoughts in my mind,
In ways which only The Spirit can, as my Lord fills just an ordinary pen,
God blessing me, with His choice, to use my pen, instead of my voice.
Blessings, I hope to pass your way, with verses, on what I have to say,
As The Lord moves upon my heart, regarding thoughts I wish to impart,
From my thoughts God takes words, and He compiles them into verse,
Through ways that only God can do, so that I may share them with you.
Sharing with many through my life, the Truth and Grace of Jesus Christ,
Sharing Truths, you may have heard, that you find in God's Holy Word,
And Grace, which God bestows on us, when we follow The Lord Jesus,
All this as my Savior blesses me, while He guides me home to Eternity.
The Sexual Fertility
A woman is sexy in whom
Oestrogin is found in spate.
A women generates hormones
As she feels beauty conscious.
Wide eyes, thick lips, plump cheeks
Can be the visual clue
About one’s sexual fertility.
04.11.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Blend, Do Not End
Blend. Sip your coffee.You blend to the colors
Of this room. Smell like a morning perfume of
Small red roses. Open palms. No collarbones.
Blend. Take your time. Familiar faces and freckled
Dreams. Blend, bend.
For God's sake, do not end.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Be Sexy Effortlessly
Being sexy is not revealing parts.
Being sexy is highlighting features.
Highlight hair, ears, neck, upper back,
Arms or legs but one or two at a time.
There's a fine line between being sexy
And being cheap, which a woman must note.
For a toned body, no need of windows.
For defying hair, no need of hair-do.
For evenness of the skin, no cosmetics;
For hygiene body, no need of perfume.
On a pair of high heels one is sexy
With breasts forward and buttocks upward.
To look sexy, woman must feel sexy.
In feeling sexy, she gains confidence
About her sexual prowess and command.
Be sexy effortlessly and feed man's eyes.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Thinking about Dreaming
when darkness is around
and you're alone at night -
just think about someone,
who gives you all day light...
just think about this way,
that someone is now right;
who's one without you,
will make you fly the night...
will undrestand your wait
with honesty and bright!
and let my feelings go -
create your day tonight!
poem by Habibur Rahman
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