No regret, however you are.
Are you dark? No regret!
The White will never resist you.
Are you a plump? Not to worry!
Steel frame prefers the fatty.
Are you a timid? No anxiety!
Tyrants want such personalities.
Are you a stupid? No remorse!
The clever will find in you recluse.
Are you a rustic? No shyness.
Peasants afford not extravagance.
Are you a dwarf? It is common
that a tall one found a match in a dwarf.
No woman goes without a match
21.07.97
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Beauty comes next.
Be she a girl or a woman,
Lean or plump, tall or dwarf,
Fair or dark, a maid or a queen.
She will arouse a man
When the level of hormones
Is high in either or both
And beauty comes next.
02.11.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sex Dwarf
Isn't it nice
Sugar and spice
Luring disco dollies to a life of vice
I could make a film and make you my star
You'd be a natural the way you are
I would like you on a long black leash
I would parade you down the high street
You've got the attraction, you've got the pulling power
Walk my little doggy, walk my little sex dwarf
we could make a scene
We'd be a team
Making the headlines sound like a dream
When we hit the floor you just watch them move aside
We will take them for a ride of rides
They all love your minature ways
You know what they say about small boys
Yeah
Sex dwarf
Sex dwarf
Aaah...
I'm in my jaguar
Look it's so huge
It's big and gold with my dumb chauffeur
Looking to procure
Run little doggy, lure a disco dolly
Run my little sex dwarf, I feel so lonely
Get my little camera, take a pretty picture
Sex dwarf
In a gold rolls
Making it with the dumb chauffeur
Isn't it nice
Sugar and spice
Luring disco dollies to a life of vice
Sex dwarf
Isn't it nice
Luring disco dollies to a life of vice
Sex dwarf
Ah ah
Sex dwarf
Ah ah
Yeah
Mmmmm... aah...
We could make an outfit for my little sex dwarf
To match my gold rolls and my dumb chauffeur
We look so good, we'll knock 'em cold
Knocking 'em cold, in black and gold
We can have playtime in my playroom
Disco dollies, my sex dwarf
And my dumb chauffeur
Yeah
I would like you on a long black leash
You can bring me all the things I need
Sex dwarf
Isn't it nice
Luring disco dollies to a life of vice
Yes!
Sex dwarf
Sex dwarf
Ah ah
Sex dwarf
Oohh... sex dwarf
Hahahaha
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Beauty is within the scale
A woman with dark skin still appeals
If she is in the region where all are dark.
So does a dwarf one among the dwarf
The background is pre-drawn in your mind
25.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Demerits dissolve
Some though dark have drawn me.
Some fleshless and some boneless
Have equally drawn me. Some dwarf,
Some lanky and some rustic too have.
Demerits in a woman dissolve in her hormone
01.04.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Little Comfortable
The prepared bed
The warm food
The fresh cloth
Man sometimes doesn’t realize
There’s a ‘dwarf’ that helps in daily life
The tidy room
The clean toilet
The washed dishes
Man sometimes doesn’t remember
There’s a ‘dwarf’ that makes those comfort
The welcome greet
The opened door
The safe night
Man sometimes doesn’t appreciate
There’s a ‘dwarf’ that keeps in watch
The quiet listener
The secret keeper
The pathfinder
Man sometimes doesn’t regard
There’s a ‘dwarf’ that gives those comfort
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Neanthe Bella
Neanthe Bella, beautiful dwarf,
Beautiful from birth.
Glorious woman in green.
Fan dancer,
Seductress,
Wild,
Exotic,
Mysterious,
And unique.
Neanthe bella, beautiful dwarf,
Unlike,
All others.
Delicate,
Fragile,
So feminine.
Never aging,
Always,
Shy,
Reserved,
A queen,
Among the rest.
Though,
Small,
And meek,
Thine beauty is,
Beyond compare.
Neanthe Bella, beautiful dwarf.
poem by Juan Olivarez
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In Praise Of England
From tangled brake and trellised bower
Bring every bud that blows,
But never will you find the flower
To match an English rose.
It blooms with more than city grace,
Though rustic and apart;
It has a smile upon its face,
And a dewdrop in its heart.
Though wide the goodly world around
Your fancy may have strayed,
Where was the woman ever found
To match an English maid?
At work she smiles, through play she sings,
She doubts not nor denies;
She'll cling to you as woodbine clings,
And love you till she dies.
If you would put it to the proof,
Then round the zodiac roam;
But never will you find the roof
To match an English home.
You hear the sound of children's feet
Still pattering on the stair:
'Tis made by loving labour sweet,
And sanctified by prayer.
Go traverse tracts sublime or sweet,
Snow-peak or scorched ravine,
But where will you the landscape meet
To match an English scene?
The hamlet hallowed by its spire,
The wildwood fresh with flowers,
Garden and croft and thorp and byre
Gleaming through silvery showers.
Across the wave, along the wind,
Flutter and plough your way,
But where will you a Sceptre find
To match the English Sway?
Its conscience holds the world in awe
With blessing or with ban;
Its Freedom guards the Reign of Law,
And majesty of Man!
poem by Alfred Austin
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A dwarf who brings a standard along with him to measure his own size, take my word, is a dwarf in more articles than one.
quote by Laurence Sterne
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The Snowman
I'm molded from the fresh white snow,
I have two round eyes from dark coal,
All kids can see my special glow,
I am a snowman with a soul.
A white pom-pom ends my fancy hat,
and a red carrot is my long nose,
I do not eat, yet I am fat,
and when it snows, my belly grows.
Two stiff brooms are my outstretched hands,
Sometimes, proudly I wear a scarf,
I'm the symbol of winter lands,
I even might be the eighth dwarf.
I don't have a match in the world!
But I live only one season,
In the end, I'll be torn and swirled,
My life here is for a reason.
I love every girl, every boy,
Indeed they all are my best friends,
They bring me happiness and joy,
Ah, my heart melts when Winter ends!
poem by Marius Alexandru (January 2023)
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A coach can only teach.
A coach is not a match to his players.
Stamina matters.
A teacher cannot match his students;
Memory matters.
A preacher cannot match his disciples;
Staunchness matters.
A husband cannot match his cuckold;
Curiosity matters.
Can a ladder match the climber?
30.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Match-ball!
Match-ball!
Everywhere;
Match-ball, match, ball, at;
Everywhere!
Miscellaneous,
Cat, hat, hall, ham, call;
Into the clefts of the rocks! !
Holes, moles, ploes, soles;
To the moles and bats!
Exiles,
Exits,
All, mall, tall, mat, bat;
Pastures,
Pictures,
Tab, bam, lam, cam, act, batch;
Kindled,
Justifies!
But, like a flint;
Boles, voles, roles!
At Royal Victoria Place Shopping Centre;
However, it was like a match-ball.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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2.........What is a woman to you?
What is a woman to you? ...........
what is a woman to you?
is she tall…short…thin…or plump?
what attracts you to her
is it her eyes, her smile, her breast
or is it her intelligence, her views on issues
the way she makes you feel
when she looks at you
what is a woman to you?
Do you like a woman who keeps a good house,
Raises your children, and
Flatters you constantly
Or do you like a woman who is career oriented,
Who will challenge you,
And support you in your endevours
What is a woman to you?
Is she aggressive, dominante, she’s the one on top,
Always the one on top
Or is she timid, shy,
lets you do anything you want,
you are the one in control what happens, not her
what is a woman to you?
only you can answer that questions
I’d just thought I’d ask……..
(june/2009)
poem by Fawzia Zie
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In isolation
You lose your friend with whom you are clever.
They may not be clever enough to match.
They'd be clever enough to deduct you.
You will then end up in isolation.
26.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Dragon and Dwarf
The dwarf is a fit man, always in slaughter of his soul,
Many gifts are driven in his path, like eating a casserole
And dividing the bodies in two on the battlefield,
More like crucifying a little giant who appealed.
A dwarf may travel on the back of a dragon
To slay a man half-alive, and then to abandon
The dragon. The fearsome one, who lies and dies
In the full sun, the heat is immense.
We also are human, but you may be so.
Maybe, the dragon is not small, but you are aglow,
Like a candle that finishes and bursts into flames,
With enemies, with foes of hunger, and the claims
Of regenerating are rare: you need magic of funny fire
To regrow and double in some full attire.
I guess a dwarf does not need this fun,
More humans shall win and lose their abdomen.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Each attribute strikes a woman.
An actor by his romance, a model by his curve,
A sportsman by his frame, a wrestler by his muscles
Whips a woman’s passion.
An artist for his skill, an intellectual for his brain,
A sage for his piety, an executive for his cleanliness
Strikes a woman’s heart.
A rich for his lavishness, a clever for his maneuver,
A doormat for his servitude, a slave for adulation
Ripples a woman’s sense.
A Hitler of arrogance, a Ulysses of valour,
A Caesar of charisma, an Antony of glamour,
Humbles a woman’s ego.
Women flirt with them in person or in vision.
No exception, no exemption. Slip to err or err to slip.
Her mate can not be a match to her in all counts and hence.
12.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Karen
Disillusioned with the dwarf fruit trees,
And with the seeds and tools to march on to my farm;
But, how could you not get enough of my love?
The doorbells rang as i was carrying my bags to the front door,
There i met Karen without having a second thought!
But don't be disillusioned with the dwarf fruit trees around.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sonnet: On Comparison
Compare ’tween nearly equal personnel,
Who art almost alike in every way;
Compare you can’t a devil with angel
Or darkness with sunlight nor night with day!
Equate not ocean vast with small a sea;
The brine with sweet-smelling Rose essence;
How can a giant’s girth and property,
Ev’r match a dwarf and sense equal non-sense?
A Banyan-tree has mighty growth to make;
A shrub remains always a plant so small;
No one compares a puddle with a lake:
A pigmy horse with giraffe’s stature tall!
Two things of nearly similar proportions
Can be compared in akin situations.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-29-2000
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Standing tall
and we shall stand tall
and we shall stare you down
and you shall be enthralled
by our courage
our wisdom, our all
we shall rise from the ashes
like the phoenix grand
and you shall witness with awe
the glory when we shall stand
shoulder to stauch shoulder
like a turret against your froth
your backs shall shiver with the cold
whilst we advance, silently bold
you will want to run
you will want to cower
you will hunt for swords
for the courage to stumble forth
for the grit to match our form
and..
you shall find none
and you shall than run
and we shall watch the dust
as it settles upon your shadows
and we shall smile indulgently
as we light the evening candle
and we shall stand tall forever
and we shall stand shoulder to shoulder
till the next time you think
you have the gall
to come match our stare
to catch us, perchance, unaware...
but you shall find us forever vigilant
you shall find us forever keen
eyes glistening in the night
watching you silently....
as we stand tall forever....
poem by Wardha Jawdat
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Dwarfs Play tricks
Who is the dwarf?
Jumping jumping dwarf
Who is there playing tricks
but I will not be got on the hooks
The bitch is deeply entrenched in his heart
Oh how can I help
How can I help
My pet is looking at me directly
Uphold his dear little head
I kiss, kiss, kiss....
Kiss you my dear petty
poem by Yihuai Ying
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Dwarf
The river of crocodiles,
In the land of mangoes! !
Waterfall,
Economic,
City life,
The Holy water!
In love,
With love,
Earth,
Wind,
Fire! !
In the Island of explisive mountains;
And, of the victims.
Wharf, dwarf, scarf! !
And like a greed bastard and an old evil dwarf;
But, we need love than hatred on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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