Revealing Clothes
Just show your face, neck, hair and limbs.
Curves and contours will speak the rest.
You need not wear any revealing clothes.
Then you will command men in hight.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Gentlemen’s women.
Wear not open ended shoes;
Nor revealing clothes, no hair
Colouring, nor danglers for ears,
No bright lipsticks, no jewels.
Gentlemen like such.women
20.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Landscape Of A Woman Sleeping Naked In Bed
a woman faces her bed
forming a landscape of
hills and shadows
a forest of long hair
contours of the body
curves of roads
without the usual cars
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Am At The Beach
i am at the beach
it is getting too dark to play
with my emotions
there is this woman against the wind
her clothes blown outlining the contours of her body
her hair black and long
she stares at the waves
getting bigger
i am watching her vigilant
on her next move
the sun sets sadly on her face
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The unseen from the seen
Dear, O my dear forever,
I have seen you a portion,
The rest under clouds.
Your face, hair, nape
And limbs from elbows,
And no more, were visible.
The rest beneath the saree
Is safely kept unseen.
It is enough to my faculty.
From the parts I have seen,
I perceive the parts unseen.
I could visualize,
I could surmise,
I could X-ray.
I could fantasize
And I could imagine
What were there in store,
And what shape they were:
The lean breast, the thin arms,
The slender legs and the narrow groin.
I felt about it as if I was drunk.
Yours unseen are frenzy
To me rather than to him
Who is your custodian.
Your contour is just like curves
In a cartoon, speaking volumes.
I owe much to your company.
It keeps me in harmony.
There is no harm to any.
17.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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A Collection
(music: marillion lyrics: steve hogarth)
Ive got a photograph
I took a picture of you
I took your photograph in front of my favourite view
You play the part so well
You look so sure and free
No one could ever tell that you belong to me
And cause you lie so well
Ive got to pin you down
Under lock and key
So you will always be in my in my collection
If you cant speak you cant lie
If you cant run and you cant hide
I know a place you cant die
So no one lives inside
My collection
I want to capture you
I want to immortalize
The way you play with your hair
The way you flash your eyes
I taste the air you breathe
I taste the food you eat
I keep your nails and hair
And some of the clothes you wear
If you cant speak you cant lie
If you cant run you cant hide
And if youre dead you cant die
So no one lives inside
No one lives inside
My collection
Ive got some photographs
Id like to show them to you
though you dont know the girls
Youll recognize the view...
song performed by by Marillion
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Knowledge By Demeanor
Its not the clothes that you wear--
But more the looks upon your face...
Your different expressions...
Visions i will not erase;
Its not the different hats you wear---
But more the way that you stand...
Tall or slouched over-hang dog...
Or at readied command! ;
Its not the slippers that you wear--
But more what you do with your hands...
Whether waving them or in your pocket...
Or tilling the land;
Its not the shades that you wear---!
But more the movements of your eyes...!
They tell me the most about you...!
And your shifty disguise;
Its not your pen or paper---
But more what you write...!
That tells me so much...
That sheds a clear light! ;
Yes- knowledge i gain...
And wisdom by listening with mouth closed--
Oh your demeanor tells me everything...!
I will ever need to know;
So-if you ask me: 'Whats shakin' kid? '
After watching and listening to you...! !
I'll give you an accurate answer...! !
With information i already knew! ;
May 28,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Long neck is beautiful.
Long neck is beautiful.
It is indicative
Of long limbs, long fingers,
Long nose, long chin,
Long waist, long loins
Long shins and long toes.
Altogether tall is beautiful.
The best way to show
The neck longer than it is
Is tug up the hair on head
So as to bare the nape.
25.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No Matter
No matter what your resume might say
No matter your belief or to what GOD you pray
No matter the languages that you might speak
No matter the lessons that you might teach.
No matter the words that you might use
No matter your occupation or the work you do
No matter the schooling or the degrees you have
No matter the pot holes that's in your path.
No matter the places that you had lived
No matter the gifts that you did give
No matter your wealth whether your rich or poor
No matter if you speak quietly or speak with a roar.
No matter the clothes that you wear
No matter the color or the length of your hair
All that matters is your actions and your deeds
As they speak louder, and to them, man will heed.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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You Are Helpless
The clothes you wear, the tongue you speak,
The marks you wear, the rites you do
Are designed to suit a certain section.
Those might irk others and you are helpless.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You Don't Know Me
I will disguise myself so no one
will really know who I am.
I will wear bright clothes and flashy shoes
and they will call me ma'am.
But when I'm in no one's company
I'll let my hair all down.
I'll put on a drab old shirt
and slippers of shabby brown.
For clothes do make the person.
That's what I've been told.
When my flashy clothes are on
I'm a sight to behold.
But that's not who I am you know.
I'm just a plain old gal.
But I can fool the best of them.
They think I'm a femme fatale.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Curves
i love curves
like winding roads
that lull me
giving me such
needed rest
when i climb
mountain tops
for curves have
a way of making
things turn the
way they are not
and i marvel
about such
an intricacy
an art that winds
upon itself in
mystery, something
so profound
like what is that boa
hiding in its coils?
a pig? a goat?
a dog?
or a man?
curves heal
like a profound idea
entwining a man's mind
like a vine
delivering a yellow flower
to my lips
curves of a woman's body
like an argument that
wants to convince a stoical
and impartial jury
curves in my mind
not sharp not blunt not even piercing
but exaltingly stunning
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wear My Ring Around Your Neck
(words & music by bert caroll - russell moody)
Wont you wear my ring around your neck
To tell the world Im yours, by heck
Let them see your love for me
And let them see by the ring around your neck
Wont you wear my ring around your neck
To tell the world Im yours, by heck
Let them know I love you so
And let them no by the ring around your neck
They say that goin steady is not the proper thing
They say that were too young to know the meaning of a ring
I only know that I love you and that you love me too
So, darling, please do what I ask of you
Wont you wear my ring around your neck
To tell the world Im yours, by heck
Let them see your love for me
And let them see by the ring around your neck
Let them know I love you so
And let them know by the ring around your neck
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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I Can See You
In the
Corners
Of my
Eyes,
I can see
You
In the depths
Of my mind,
I can see you
In the halves
Of my heart,
I can see you
In the freckles
Of my face,
I can see you
At the touch
Of my lips -
I can see you
Down the nape
Of my neck -
I can see you
On the tips -
Of my bosom
I can see you
In the mesh,
Of my pubes
I can see you
In the curves,
Of my fingers
I can see you
In the embrace
Of my arms…
I can see you
In the sways
Of my hips ~
I can see you
From my thighs
To my knees,
From my legs
To my toes…
I can see
Only you
I've tangled you
In the tresses of my
Flowing hair
Every pore
Of my body
Breathes you
Yet you
Ask me
Dear,
Where in me,
Are you?
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Take A Look
Im a ragged man with a ragged heart
But I wear my soul with pride
You can see me on the road
See my carrying my home
And perhaps it seems that Im all alone
But Im happy here inside
You can keep your fancy dress
cause to me it dont impress
When I look in your face
That camera smile looks out of place on you
By the look in your eyes
I can see you realize
So lend yourself to me
Ill show you what could be
Well Ive come so far down so many roads
Ive experienced your pain
You know that thats a fact
I can see the way you act
But I learned to see what was wrong with me
And I wont go back again
I know Ive made mistakes
But I also made the break
You surround yourself
With secrets you are afraid to show to the world
You convince yourself
Theres no other way to go dont you
See the smile on my face
Does it look so out of place
So lend yourself to me
Ill show you what could be (yes I will)
So many ways
For you to spend the passing days
Loving and living or losing and using
Life is forgiving so use it well
Feeling revealing or wheeling and dealing
Lifes not for stealing and time will well
Take a look at your face
Take a look at your face
You must surely know
If man made heaven then man made hell
So take a look at yourself
Whats this secret you cant tell me
(when I look in your face
I see that smile so out of place on you
And by the look in your eyes
I can see you realize, oh yeah)
song performed by by Level 42
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Moving and Dreaming:
Fast moving down, up, rounding curves, as
Astonishing morning scatters glow
And joy throughout and blue overflow
Bushes huddling and whistling wind upsetting
Chatting chickadees and ruffling feathers, they scatter.
Still, heel and toe slowly rocking and leaning into curves
asserting my pace against the wind, becomes winded.
Have to relax my pace.
So still are feathered friends strung along
the nearly bare limbs. Relaxed.
They ruffle feathers and wing.
Relaxed. I stretch my limbs and my dream flew.
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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Kisses Dance Like Fire
Kisses dance like fire
Upon my lovers soul
Her whispers on my neck
Seek to regain control
Our curves are filled
By equal parts
One part passion
One part heart
Fingers stranded
Where lovers dare
Lips locked
In scarlet hair
Kindled by hopes
Of loves desire
We linger on slopes
Engulfed by fire
Now we lie face to face
And side by side
Quenched and satiated
Fom the well of
A long abandoned fire
poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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So Much I Gazed
So much I gazed on beauty,
that my vision is replete with it.
Contours of the body. Red lips. Voluptuous limbs.
Hair as if taken from greek statues;
always beautiful, even when uncombed,
and it falls, slightly, over white foreheads.
Faces of love, as my poetry
wanted them.... in the nights of my youth,
in my nights, secretly, met....
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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A Wing And A Prayer
I heard someone talking
about kids and what they wear.
They said they walk about these days
wearing nothing but a wing and a prayer.
I smiled to myself at that remark
because it was obviously they had forgot
about the clothes they used to wear.
So before we are quick to condemn
lets take a trip down memory lane,
back to the clothes we used to wear
when we were that age
and to the designs that were all the rage.
Suppose we go back to the sixties
now that was a good time,
the Mods and the Rockers,
scooters and motorbikes,
not to forget Flower Power.
Oh, yes I remember it well.
The drainpipe trousers,
sitting in the bath
to shrink the jeans down,
not forgetting the holy vest and long hair,
brothel creepers and winkle picker shoes,
and that was just the boys.
What about the girls with their skirts?
There was the maxi, the mini and the micro,
the latter once described as nothing more than a long scarf.
So before we condemn the youngsters today
for going around with nothing but a wing and a prayer, l
et us not forget what we used to wear.
I can remember my parents saying
your showing your knee
now that is so shocking.
Today people look at youngsters
saying it wasn’t like that in my day.
Don’t you believe it,
we were just as bad,
and we were just as crazy as kids today.
When it came to our clothes,
we have no right to condemn
for whatever they wear.
We were just the same at their age,
we used to wear
nothing more than a wing and a prayer.
We called it Fashion
way, way back then,
the same as they call it now.
poem by David Harris
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Look taller, woman.
Bare your nape. With hair knotted up.
Wear sleeveless and bare loins.
Drape in muslin clothes.
Wear small studs and such sorts.
You would look taller than you are.
You look nicer than you are.
30.05.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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