Richness has is a beauty.
A fatty woman
With richness painted
All over her skin,
Was full in glow,
Tempting me to look
Back at her again and again,
From my seat in a train,
Defying the concept
That to be slim is beauty.
A fatty cow, a fatty pig,
How nice they look!
Richness has beauty
2.12.2000, Vijayvada
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Beauty of the sky, is the richness of the blue.
Deepness of the sky, is the richness of the red.
Darkness of the sky, is the richness of the black.
Freshness of the sky, is the richness of the rain.
Glimpses of the sky, is the richness of the stars.
Smile of the sky, is the richness of the moon.
Sparks of the sky, is the richness of the lighting.
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Fatty Pig
P for pig, fatty pig
Eating lots of rice
O fatty pig
So funny you look
When you dance around.
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My Bad-Habit Past
Nothing blocks evil effect of fatty food
ate last night's dinner at work; voilà, a
big headache that stops my brain and
fills my mind with mist, thick and grey
I can't operate, clear thinking recedes
life turns into a faint mirage, all I know
is discomfort, pressure and pain - let
this be a lesson: no more fatty foods
that render me almost comatose and
cloud my thoughts until only one idea
remains: death seems to be the only
release - all for sausage and cheese
No more, I shall only feast on salads
and green vegetables - I refuse to be
a prisoner of my bad-habit past, new
routines will bring back my joy in life
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You're The One For Me, Fatty
You're the one for me, fatty
You're the one i really, really love
And i will stay
Promise you'll say
If i'm in your way
You're the one for me, fatty
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And i will stay
Promise you'll say
If i'm ever in your ...
A-hey
All over battersea
Some hope; and some despair
All over battersea
Some hope; and some despair
Oh ...
You're the one for me, fatty
You're the one i really, really love
And i will stay
Promise you'll say
If i'm in your way
You're the one for me, fatty
You're the one i really, really love
And i will stay
Promise you'll say
If i'm ever in your ...
A-hey
All over battersea
Some hope; and some despair
All over battersea
Some hope; and some despair
Oh, oh ...
You're the one for me, fatty
You're the one i really, really love
And i will stay
Promise you'll say
If i'm ever in your way
A-hey
You're the one for me, fatty
You're the one for me, a-hey-hey
A-hey
A-hey
A-hey
A-he-he-he-hey
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I was making out with this woman, and my shirt was off, and she leaned over and, in a really cute, girly voice, went, 'Hey, fatty!'
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Changing The Angle Of The Sight Of My Eyes
the fatty side of the eye
bugs shall be removed
and the tiny tumors just
below my eyelids shall
be extricated
it is another day for a
clearer vision of the
world
another kind of view for
my life
embracing something
bright and beautiful
less the haze
less the pessimism of
the tumor
less the obstruction of
the fat
set the angle towards
beauty and goodness
and truth
now it is moving towards
the goal of
perfection
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In your neighbors' soup there is always one fatty morsel.
I don't weigh a pound over one hundred and eighty and, what's more, I never did.
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In marriage, a man becomes slack and selfish, and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his moral being.
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I think middle-age is the best time, if we can escape the fatty degeneration of the conscience which often sets in at about fifty.
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Sonnet 41: Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty and thy years full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art.
Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won;
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assailed;
And when a woman woos, what woman's son
Will sourly leave her till he have prevailed?
Ay me, but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth,
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth:
Hers, by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
Thine, by thy beauty being false to me.
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Sonnet: Beauty
The flesh gets beauty, when draped by its skin;
The soul loses beauty, when filled by sin;
The beauty of things is seen when revealed;
The beauty of unseen things is concealed.
Woman! Thy beauty is in concealment;
Nature, thy beauty is the Firmament;
O Man! Thy beauty is by revealing;
Heart, Thy beauty is in deep feeling.
The Grace of God is the dress of the soul!
The Stars, Sun and Moon- the dress of the ‘bowl’! ’
Just as how skin protects the body’s flesh,
Good deeds make a soul beautiful and fresh.
Doing good in life is most important;
Avoiding harm is more significant.
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As she is near.
So fragile and so soft was she.
So dark and so busy was she.
She being fatty, old and impotent,
I was deterred though.
She being evasive and elusive,
I was not daunted though.
I loved her and desired her
As she was near and hence dear.
07.08.2001
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A Man of letters who needs an escape
Turn off the lights and crawl into bed.
But the night is still young.
Sleep skips away and he too needs an escape.
But he's chained to the pillar of success
And cannot avoid letting things pile up to his fatty nose.
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Bulky and Beautiful - Burdensome Love
I came to this sleepy village
to manage my aunt's cashew farm
sincerely was on the job, till
bulldozed flat by a fleshy bul-bul
she boards the bus to school
in full view, through the windows of our hall
I tap on her back by a low-key whistle
turning back, she responds with a consoling smile
fatty and bulky is itself a beauty
broad, shinning open shoulders
twin folded curved belly, hot bun cheeks
slow voice, leisurely walk and of benevolent heart
I hang around near the bus stop, every evening
to witness the Jumbo's safe, scenic landing
over-sized breasts jolting very precariously
marvellously on her heels, to a perfect self-balancing
our castes are different and status is the irritant,
before making inroads, I should have clear courage and format
to squarely pole-vault all the barriers - intermediate;
and to weight-lift my big fat-hen above my shoulders.
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The Player Piano
I ate pancakes one night in a Pancake House
Run by a lady my age. She was gay.
When I told her that I came from Pasadena
She laughed and said, "I lived in Pasadena
When Fatty Arbuckle drove the El Molino bus."
I felt that I had met someone from home.
No, not Pasadena, Fatty Arbuckle.
Who's that? Oh, something that we had in common
Like -- like -- the false armistice. Piano rolls.
She told me her house was the first Pancake House
East of the Mississippi, and I showed her
A picture of my grandson. Going home --
Home to the hotel -- I began to hum,
"Smile a while, I bid you sad adieu,
When the clouds roll back I'll come to you."
Let's brush our hair before we go to bed,
I say to the old friend who lives in my mirror.
I remember how I'd brush my mother's hair
Before she bobbed it. How long has it been
Since I hit my funnybone? had a scab on my knee?
Here are Mother and Father in a photograph,
Father's holding me.... They both look so young.
I'm so much older than they are. Look at them,
Two babies with their baby. I don't blame you,
You weren't old enough to know any better;
If I could I'd go back, sit down by you both,
And sign our true armistice: you weren't to blame.
I shut my eyes and there's our living room.
The piano's playing something by Chopin,
And Mother and Father and their little girl
Listen. Look, the keys go down by themselves!
I go over, hold my hands out, play I play --
If only, somehow, I had learned to live!
The three of us sit watching, as my waltz
Plays itself out a half-inch from my fingers.
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Beauty of a Woman
The beauty of a woman lies in her silence
Rather than her speech
The beauty of a woman lies in her patience
Rather than her inquisitiveness outreach
The beauty of a woman lies in her experience
Rather than her age
The beauty of a woman lies in her veil for awhile
Rather than her face
The beauty of a woman lies in her submission
Rather that her dominance
The beauty of a woman lies in her smile
Rather than her laughter
The beauty of a woman lies in her abode
Rather than her adventure
The beauty of a woman lies in her offspring
Rather than herself ever
The beauty of a woman lies in her heart's spring
Rather than in skin cover
Shashikant Nishant Sharma
(शशिकांत निशांत शर्मा ‘साहिल')
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The nature of her beauty
The nature of her beauty
~
her pale soft skin
pure like untouched fields of snow
her lips red like the roses petal
feather like in their kiss
those eyes warm like the earth
feed my soul with a richness of passion
the depth of which is limitless
bury my heart into hers
let me lay amongst her nature
let me rejoice her beauty
let her words sing to me
the essence of her soul
place my hands in hers firmly
that I may feel their warmth
holding eternally
there is a beauty undying
embedded into my heart
and its all in her nature
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Want-less is richness
Richness is in fewness of wants.
Richness is in paucity of wants.
Massiveness of wealth is not the scale.
Richer is a hermit than a king.
16.04.2002, Pakd
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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
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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