The face reveals
In a revealing or provocative pose
It's easy for a woman to catch men's eyes.
In a concealing pose if one does it,
It's due to her face, which reveals the rest.
28.04.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Pose
He looked at the painting,
his lover in the nude.
And as he stared
it always changed his mood.
Young and frail
but still a delight.
He looked at the painting
on every night.
He remembered the pose
as if yesterday,
provocative it was,
her eyes far away.
Were they remembering
the brush strokes used
or the feel of his hand
and how they fused
together as one
when the pose was over.
Now all that was left
was the painting,
not the lover.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Regal Pose
One lioness stood out a mile
And thus in stature grows,
As though she had a sense of style,
Possessed a regal pose...
Had she observed some ancient rules
To win such fervent stares?
Did she have eyes like limpid pools
To catch some in her snares?
One lioness transcended all
And others knew their place,
She held the lions in her thrall
Through dignity and grace...
Her hunting skills unbeaten here,
She shifted moods to suit
And chief of all, she knew no fear,
Not foolish, just astute...
One lioness still in her prime,
A prize if courted well,
A noble queen, if given time,
Yet who there could foretell?
A regal pose if seen by Man
Could target her one day,
To steal from her that noble plan
To live her life her way...
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'A Regal Pose'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
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poem by Denis Martindale
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Open Your Heart
And when it hurts you know
They love to tell you
How they warned you
They say dont be surprised
At someones lies
They think they taunt you
But if you can stand the test
You know your worst is better
Than their best
And so you stand here
With the years ahead
Potentially calling
With open heart
Or with a spirit dead
You walk on
Lies the reason
Faith or treason
Playing a part
End concealing
Try revealing
Open your heart
Dare to feel
Take the chance
Make the deal
Being an island
Shying from trying
Seems the easy way
Such an easy way
But theres no future
Without tears
Lies the reason
Faith or treason
Playing a part
End concealing
Try revealing
Open your heart
But if you can stand the test you know your worst is better than their best lies the reason
Faith or treason
Playing a part
End concealing
Try revealing
Open your heart
song performed by by Human League
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Vogue a Pose
Assimilate all of your excessive moves.
Co-ordinate every accessory you choose.
Separate each pose,
To develop into downloaded grooves.
And vogue a pose you could carry over...
Like a model throttled up,
In a hold held bold.
And vogue a pose,
You could carry over...
For a paparazzi set,
To make you that 'IT' yet!
And vogue a pose,
You could carry over...
Either on the internet.
Or something you could even text.
And vogue a pose,
You could carry over...
For a paparazzi set,
To make you that 'IT' yet!
Assimilate all of your excessive moves.
Co-ordinate every accessory you choose.
Separate each pose,
To develop into downloaded grooves.
And vogue a pose you could carry over...
Like a model throttled up,
In a hold held bold.
And vogue a pose,
You could carry over...
Either on the internet.
Or something you could even text.
And vogue a pose,
You could carry over...
For a paparazzi set,
To make you that 'IT' yet!
And vogue a pose,
You could carry over...
Either on the internet.
Or something you could even text.
And vogue a pose,
You could carry over...
Either on the internet.
Or something you could even text.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Virgin Considered As A Picture
Her unawed face, whose pose so long assumed
Is touched with what reality we feel,
Bends to itself and, to itself resumed,
Restores a tender fiction to the real.
And in her artful posture movement lies
Whose timeless motion flesh must so conceal;
Yet what her pose conceals we might surmise
And might pretend to gather from her eyes
The final motion flesh gives up to art.
But slowly, if we watch her long enough,
The nerves grow subtler, and she moves apart
Into a space too dim with time and blood
For our set eyes to follow true enough,
Or nerves to guess about her, if they would.
poem by Edgar Bowers
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And What Is A Photo
And what is photo
The photographer can tell you.
And what he told
Is to conform the pose.
And the pose if neglected
Spoiled you and the picture.
And your life is in danger
O Photographer please guide
You are my master.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Story of Or
To pose nakedness is
To refute it. A pose
Is a clothes. Like
Stanzaic arrangements of
The word which should
Ideally, be in pain against
Its w and its d. No slack
Is why such heaves of or
To denude itself could
Make us exude gold, yet when
Was that ever opposite enough
What scream or epigram
This sperm has come
To measure our mouths for.
Note: For 'or' to free itself from 'word,' it must strain ('heave') against the 'w' and the 'd' that enclose it. If, via this strenuous (perhaps squeamish) process, the meaning of 'or' is transmuted from the English into the French as a sort of homage to the pseudonymous author of 'Story of O' (Histoire d'O), then, alchemically speaking, (or so an Aurealist might suggest) it will have risen from the pose of its measures to or-emerge as an else-gasm.
poem by Bill Knott
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The climax
The details of the goods without its cost,
The data of the one without one’s name
And the woman’s pose with her face unseen
Are like an intercourse without climax.
01.02.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hint From Voiture
Let Sol his annual journeys run,
And when the radiant task is done,
Confess, through all the globe, 'twou'd pose him,
To match the charms that Celia shows him.
And should he boast he once had seen
As just a form, as bright a mien,
Yet must it still for ever pose him
To match - what Celia never shows him.
poem by William Shenstone
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Veiled Scenes Behind The Sun
Perceived glimpses cast emotions
Perceptions give glimpses
Wrapped in a draped veil
Cupped hands you hold out with discretion
An offering of vagueness
When a turning sun reveals
Truth maybe scant but
Concealing the obvious is obvious
When a turning sun reveals
Eyes meeting eyes are not insincere
When the turning sun reveals
A pall fades behind the dark side
Truth in abstention drapes around me
It revolves then evolves
Bending the beating heart
When a turning sun reveals
When the turning sun turns
There is dimness, there is luminosity
Aspirations and bleakness
For all this disappears behind the sun gloaming
poem by Eric Von Rohr
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The blushing
She is the woman that had blushed to her face,
To wear modern outfits, to pose to camera,
To be with men and hear their comments.
She is the woman that had blushed to bare her belly,
To go seminude, to fall on men’s arms,
To be under men and to get their hold.
She is now a famous model, glamorous actress,
Maddening audience and tantalizing companions.
She has lost her blushing, and turned immune to men.
22.12.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Purr-Pose
My path is not to be found, supposed by the pose, the rope to rose, what is my purr-pose - War by death, taken to the clouds, can anyone be so daft-war-craft - My entire life, mild by hot, death has been breathing down my neck - Without cheating a cheat, i am crafted by what has been kept, behind, the door i left open - I was swallowed, downward into the draft - Tomorrow will come, tomorrow will go - So will the summer, lazier to be late, as the snow - Take, even if she fakes, your score
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Love for a Season
The phrase has been said time and time again
It is better to have loved and lost love
Than never to have had love dreamed of
And, I s'pose, that's my solace in the end
Though she broke this loving heart in April
At least I had her in the Summertime
Waiting for the time her eyes would find mine
Memories I've had, linger even still
Though she broke this loving heart in April
At least I had her in Autumn's season
How love grew with no apparent reason
Memories I've had, linger even still
Though she broke this loving heart in April
At least I had her in the Wintertime
With her rosy cheeks and cold hands in mine
Memories I've had, linger even still
Oh, how she did break my heart in April
With tears streaming down our both our faces
Knowing we were going diff'rent places
Pain I felt then, it lingers even still
In the end I s'pose all we have are dreams
Oh, I wish love was easy as it seemed
((June 8th,2008))
poem by Danny Speicher
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The Onondaga Madonna
She stands full-throated and with careless pose,
This woman of a weird and waning race,
The tragic savage lurking in her face,
Where all her pagan passion burns and glows;
Her blood is mingled with her ancient foes,
And thrills with war and wildness in her veins;
Her rebel lips are dabbled with the stains
Of feuds and forays and her father's woes.
And closer in the shawl about her breast,
The latest promise of her nation's doom,
Paler than she her baby clings and lies,
The primal warrior gleaming from his eyes;
He sulks, and burdened with his infant gloom,
He draws his heavy brows and will not rest.
poem by Duncan Campbell Scott
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Halloween in the Deep Night
Festival in the deep night
Parade of colours and masks
Time to dwell in darkness
And what it can bring to life.
It is time in the year when
People pose in disguise,
playing the role of the good
the bad, the sinners and saints.
Let us celebrate this night
of Halloween in fear and delight
Let us pose in disguise and see
Ourselves behind our own masks.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Easy Way Out
You'll take advantage, till you think you're being used
'Cause without an enemy your anger gets confused
And I got stuck on a side you know I never chose
But it's all about
Taking the easy way out for you
I suppose
There's no escape for you, except in someone else
Although you've already disappeared within yourself
The invisible man, who's always changing clothes
It's all about
Taking the easy way out for you
I suppose
While I watch you making mistakes
I wish you luck, I really do
With the problem, with the puzzle
Whatever's left of you
I heard you found another audience to bore
Creative thinker, you imagined you were more
A new body for you to push around and pose
It's all about taking the easy way out for you
I suppose
It's all about taking the easy way out for you
I suppose
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Wonder of Woman
I’m not here to quote thy face akin to a rose
Nothing but nothing grows to match your beauty pose,
Your sparkling eyes make diamond dull as a dismal day,
No diamond can ‘wink’ come hither to play
An’ melt Samson into his own shoes,
Cutting his hair for weakened blues.
Your curvy shape creates metaphors in man’s head,
They all see themselves waiting in the wedding bed,
Your inner thighs set the bar for silky softness,
Which the silkworm’s production fails a miserably mess.
Woman softly softly with that magic beguile
Beaming out that feminine smile,
Since home was a cave, man does not want to be alone
Softly softly he wants woman in his home,
poem by Ken e Hall
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My pretty Cat
Her eyes always glaze at me
whenever she is hungry
Her eyes always attracts me
whenever she wants me to pick her
She has white double coated fur
But because of dust it has turned into black
She has a doll face
with a pair of whiskers
She likes to play soccer with a paper ball
But sometimes she acts like a dog
She cannot bare another cat in front of her
As she thinks she is the prettiest amoungst all
She sleeps as if she is the maid of the house
with her paws on her eyes
Her face has a natural beauty
As I call her sleeping beauty
She likes to pose here and there
when the camera roll is on..
poem by Haram Fatima
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Taking The Easy Way Out
Youll take advantage til you think youre being used
Cause without an enemy your anger gets confused
I got stuck on the side you know, I never chose
But its all about taking the easy way out for you I suppose
Theres no escape for you except in someone else
Although youve already disappeared within yourself
The invisible man whos always changing clothes
Its all about taking the easy way out for you I suppose
Well I dont want you making mistakes
I wish you luck I really do
But the problem with the puzzle
Whatevers left to you
I heard you found another audience to bore
A creative thinker who imagined you were more
A new body for you to push around and pose
Its all about taking the easy way out for you I suppose
Its all about taking the easy way out for you I suppose
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Watch The Birdie
(d. raye/g. paul)
(chorus)
Watch the birdie and take a camera candid shot
Watch the birdie, come on and give it all you got
Watch the birdie, just look around and pick a spot and hold it
(chorus 2)
Watch the birdie, just strike a funny pose a while
Watch the birdie and you can beat that pose a mile
Watch the birdie, let me see your pretty smile and hold it
(bridge)
Looking for a tall dark handsome man
With eyes of blue and golden tan
Strong white teeth like joel mccrea
Hey you, get out of the way
(chorus)
(chorus)
(chorus 2)
(bridge)
(chorus)
Watch the birdie
Watch the birdie
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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