Slimron, The Image
Talking eyes, speaking lips,
Inviting cheeks, provoking busts,
And arresting belly are yours,
When I see you in celluloid.
Can you be so in person?
It makes no difference to my pulse.
Your image keeps up my urge.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Which part is sexy?
Which part of women
You train your eyes on
Would become to you sexy,
Be it busts or the belly.
16.09.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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One person can make a difference. In fact, it's not only possible for one person to make a difference, it's essential that one person makes a difference. And believe it or not, that person is you.
The difference between talking on your cell phone while driving and speaking with a passenger is huge. The person on the other end of the cell phone is chattering away, oblivious.
quote by Marilyn vos Savant
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Speeeeeech!
does it make difference you speak in front of many people or alone
does it make difference you speech in historic place or in your toilet
does it make difference you are charismatic leader or unknown beggar from streetside
it makes difference you speak to clash conflict or for better world
it makes difference you speech bonded by past or to move forward
it makes difference you depend by fact or just soap service
does it make difference you read from text or speak fluently
does it make difference you speech in busy market or deserted mountain
does it make difference you write words yourself or scrap it from books and paper
it makes difference everybody exitedly listens or sleeps peacefully on their seats
it makes difference you have freedom to speak or prisoned by intimidation
it makes difference it gives effect or just a long boring speech
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Your Gaze Has Always Made A Difference
i wonder why your gaze makes
a lot of difference from all the gazes
i have seen in my lifetime
i look at you. I steal a moment to
look at you. I am not afraid. I am silent
about this gaze. It is true.
Your eyes are different. They speak
They sing a love song.
Not necessarily for me.
But i like it that way. For me.For me?
then you gaze at me. I pretend
I do not understand the language
of your eyelashes. They say,
why are you avoiding me?
Don't you know that my eyes
did not sleep last night because
you were there kissing my lips
in the metaphors dancing
in the ceiling?
I stop thinking. This cannot be.
How are we speaking in the midst
of this crowd without using
a word, or even a syllable?
I walk away. No, this cannot be.
This is strange. This is impossible.
Two gazes speaking a language
of their own. Saying: this is love.
This is desire. And the night is
waiting. It is short. It not demanding
in knowing a true name, or a place, or
a space in the future.
I close my eyes. I open them again.
I walk away. Now, I am tellling myself
I cannot hear you. I am safe.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Echo
Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
O dream, how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low
As long ago, my love, how long ago.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1893)
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I Can Mind My Own Business Somewhere Else
You talking to me?
'No.
Not necessarily.
Why? '
You seem able to pick my thoughts.
And expound upon them.
'I was actually talking to myself.'
Well,
I wish you speak up.
At least allow me to interfere,
In your discussion.
I have a few comments I'd like to suggest.
'But I am not speaking to you! '
And what difference does that make?
I have other things to do than to waste my time.
You want to hear what I have to say or not?
'No.
Not necessarily.
Why? '
Who cares?
I can mind my own business,
Somewhere else!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cloudy Air
Cloudy air
burns my eyes
makes me sick
as I think of you
with someone else
I start to cry
over things
that have happened before
like rain
my tears fall
down my cheeks
and onto my lips
that you once kissed
when you loved me so
as God loves his creations
who cloud the air
with their smoke
that burns my eyes
and makes me sick
poem by Michelle DeWitt
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When Youve Got What It Takes
When youve got what it takes
Youve got nothing to hide
Youve got miles of feelings
And acres of pride
Youve got it
Youve really got it
When you know who you are
Then you live what you feel
You give what you can
And its good when youve really got it
And when youve got it
(*) let it out
Let it show
Letem know
Inside youve got it
Let it shine like a fine tomorrow
For when you do
The feeling comes back to you
What a difference it makes
When youve got what it takes
What a difference it makes
When youve got it
When youre sure of your heart
Then you give it away
And love is a promise
You keep every day
You know it
And when you know it
You begin to believe
Youll do more than survive
That the best part of being is being alive
You feel it
And when you feel it
Repeat (*)
When a difference it makes
When youve got what it takes
What a difference it makes
When youve got it
When a difference it makes
When youve got what it takes
What a difference it makes
When youve got it everyday
song performed by by Carpenters
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The Rhythm (feat. Ice-T, Donald D & Diva)
The rythm is both the songs manicle and it's demonic charge charge
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
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The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
I'm Everlast born to be a caucassion but it makes no difference what persuasion you are
As long as you know how to get up on the floor and start workin' a sweat
To a musical measure that makes you move as soon as the needle drops into the groove
So get up and dance to the gift I'm giving, forget about your troubles get into the rhythm
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Yo, yo, you know what the world needs...we need peace, rhythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
You linger for the rap singer, when Donald D brings the party to the deal my presence is felt world wide
You don't dance to this it's suicide
Put your hands into the air on, the M.C. cop, the girlies are pipen' hot
Natorious Lama is how I'm livin' don't step to me step to the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
You make me feel so good
Like I said before the world needs a lot more rhythm
Talking 'bout the rhythm
Talking 'bout the rhythm
Talking 'bout the rhythm
Talking 'bout the rhythm
Talking 'bout the rhythm
Listen to the tracks that rolls, watch the mic as it glows
The lethal weapon got you trapped in this dance mode
Ice-T's throwin' words at you like dodge ball y'all
You gotta move get hit, if you get hit, you fall, no jokin', no boastin' and no bragging
Grip the mic like a .44 magnum, dust you off if you suck 'cause I ain't
You want me to write soft rhyme's, sorry, I write the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
We need rhythm for the world to have peace and unity, we must first have rhythm
song performed by by Everlast
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Briefly speaking, our conclusion is that stochastic volatility does not make a huge difference as far as the pricing is concerned if you get the average volatility right. It makes a big difference as far as hedging is concerned.
There is little difference in people, but that little difference makes a big difference. The little difference is attitude. The big difference is whether it is positive or negative.
quote by W. Clement Stone
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There is little difference in people, but that little difference makes a big difference. That little difference is attitude. The big difference is whether it is positive or negative.
quote by Robert Collier
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Woman herself is beauty.
Some pleasing, some inviting,
Some exciting, some enticing,
Some alluring, some enthralling,
Some arresting, some captivating,
Some stupefying and some haunting,
Some lurking, some tantalizing
Thus, many women disturb men.
Beauty is her weapon
By which men are slain.
12.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What a Difference Reality Makes
What a difference reality makes.
Those who once chased rainbows...
Have suddenly put on the brakes!
The fuel that assisted...
This bustle rushed with hope,
Has stopped many in their tracks...
As they receive the facts,
Of an impending big payback!
With hallucinating dreams...
That begin to clamp them in traps!
So it seems for them to be like that.
What a difference reality makes.
It had been easy to ignore,
The needs of those labelled poor.
Those hungry and homeless,
The greedy chose not to see...
Are now quite vivid reminders,
As eyes of those who chose to close them...
Now view this 'picture' with such clarity!
What a difference reality makes,
When the pain of others...
Descends without an escape.
And all that it took...
Was a look that was forced.
By the confronting of delusions...
On a misguided course introducing remorse.
And those chasing rainbows,
With a goal to hoard all the gold...
Now see themselves,
More foolish than anyone else.
And those they crushed with disrespect...
Walk over them who crawl bawling,
With a pride and dignity they always kept!
What a difference reality makes...
When respect for others,
Reveals a satisfaction...
Shown and brightened,
On a happy face that is not faked!
What a difference it makes...
When those are shakened from a sleep,
That awakes!
And that is the difference 'awakening' takes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feeling the image
Take a heroin in celluloid.
Though an image, she is lovely.
Seeing her, you experience love.
Like that some see God in images.
21.07.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Painting Jealousy
Her lips spell his name...
her cheeks, his smile.
Her tender glance reflects his soul,
as though his shadow made her whole.
I tried to paint her silent lips
till it clamored out his name.
And when I tried to sketch her cheeks...
I saw his smile, it's all the same.
Yet when I tried to paint her eyes,
in my canvas it's his face.
And so I stopped painting her,
and stopped loving her as well.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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The Talk Show Circuit
A blue suit with short hair
Speaking empty speech
To a tanned girl
With long legs and a beautiful mouth
A gray suit with gray hair
Speaking empty speech
To a fair skinned girl
With sexy hips and cherry red lips
A black suit with a pink tie
Speaking empty speech
To a Latin girl
In a green dress with lovely breasts
A pinstriped suit with a silver tie
Speaking empty speech
To an Asian girl
With rosy cheeks and perfect knees
…Too much television
© J. James Martinez
poem by J. James Martinez
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meeting Dureza at the church one sunday
the eyes speak the familiar
and her eyes are talking about me
and my eyes too glance at her
and both eyes are talking in
careful whispers of silence as
the priest is still saying grace
before the mass ends,
and peace be with you we
bow at each other to the left
and to the right and then our
eyes glance again speaking
carefully the whispers of our
past sins, and i look at her,
my God she has aged a lot,
i even thought she is her mother.
we have nothing to remember.
we left the church not saying
any word from our mouths,
my wife pulls me to the car
there is no looking back she
says, there is no looking back.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Keeping An Agenda Makes A Difference
Hoping I'd awaken next to someone who had thrilled,
Is a heartache I had dumped.
Wishing for someone to come to undo all my ills,
Is a heartached I had dumped.
Keeping faith and praying I would find somebody real,
Is a heartache I had dumped.
And I believe...
Keeping an agenda makes a difference.
Yes I believe...
Priorities kept in sight,
Eventually makes things turn out right...
If a patience isn't hit by a car,
Or struck by lightening.
Yes I believe...
Keeping an agenda makes a difference.
Hoping I'd awaken next to someone who had thrilled,
Is a heartache I had dumped.
And I believe...
Keeping an agenda makes a difference.
Wishing for someone to come to undo all my ills,
Is a heartached I had dumped.
And I believe...
Keeping an agenda makes a difference.
Keeping faith and praying I would find somebody real,
Is a heartache I had dumped.
Yes I believe...
Priorities kept in sight,
Eventually makes things turn out right...
If a patience isn't hit by a car,
Or struck by lightening.
And I believe...
Keeping an agenda makes a difference.
With eyes opened wide.
And I believe...
Keeping an agenda makes a difference.
With eyes opened wide.
And I believe...
Keeping an agenda makes a difference.
Keeping an agenda makes a difference.
And I believe...
Keeping an agenda makes a difference.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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