The Good, The Bad And The Ugly
THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UGLY
Women tend to be shy of admitting their age
And try to forget as they slip beyond thirty five
Daunting feelings that their innings are over
LBW'ed men are peeping into somebody's splendor
Those Barbie dolls are now Rugby balls
The nature has redeemed the charms it pawned
Sweet, cute, juicy and wonder girls
Are stunned in defeat, at their abrupt fall
Blush-ful faces have dried up in patches
Glossy skin is dull in scratches
The smiles they sported have dimmed as past
Stress and strain have pulled them down faster
Whatever be the causes, there is a class of men
Who, in private, admire at those ripens
For their blow-out outfit and resilient specimen
Silly points, not to the taste of the virgins
Moral values are on the decay
Disappointments all around, have pushed its way
If the western free culture comes here to stay
Perhaps, most these idle beauties be drifting away
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Patches Of
patches of sunlight,
patches of clouds.
patches of Jesus,
patches of doubt.
patches of joy,
patches of pain.
patches of hope,
patches of strain.
patches of tomorrow,
patches of today.
patches of forever,
patches of 'cant stay'!
patches of loving,
patches of cold.
patches of youth,
patches of old.
patches of bravery.
patches of fear.
patches of happiness,
patches of tears.
patches of life,
patches of death.
patches of trying
with your last breath!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Business Lovers
BUSINESS LOVERS
The women of rare, the Pandora box
of generous feelings that nothing of her is lost
true models of socialistic heart
the unsung great, on national integration cruise
the otherwise nice, is woefully on her wrong foot
tagged at a price, in exchange of her loot
short- lived drama, she plays the role as mute
hang up your boot and nose-dive into the soot
wrestling nights and joyless bouts
handsome gains for machine like work
ready- made smiles, cajole and the run-down flesh
taste-less men do waste their wealth
virtues and values are under the carpet
pricking conscience is ruthlessly slaughtered
when your dear ones are toiling in the quarters
you are bent to reward them from your………… AIDS Basket
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Two Teachers
TWO TEACHERS
When I was in
Viii th standard
slim, young, tall girl
was our class teacher
assigning a lengthy comprehension
to the students as exercise,
she would delve with passion, into
personal letters kept in the drawer.
may be her sweet-heart
from a distant centre;
hiding her sweating bodylines and visible distraction
she would pretend to be model disciplinarian
as an immature lot, we only watch
and forget much sooner, without
attributing any importance to the
blushful teacher's mission so hidden
her hero once turned up at class time
a rustic outfit, not a match for our teacher
teacher went absent, the news leaked a week later
that both got married & seen together in a theatre
after a month, a new teacher arrived
of sufficient age, black, stiff and short-tempered
with the biased bent of mind on the students of viii std.,
as if we colluded with or aided the affairs of the slim teacher
I got admitted into a high school, at the fall of the year
and re-visited my school, after a lapse of 15 years
our black teacher is now the ‘strict head- mistress'
having struck by a disastrous love,
had chosen to be a ‘vexed-spinster'.
Moral: as common in any school, the final result;
one is ‘successful' and another has ‘failed'
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Ugly Irl
Ken: Wanna go for a ride
Barbie: Sure Ken
Ken: Well forget it
Barbie:
Im and ugly girl,
My face makes you hurl,
Sad i have it,
I should fag it,
Acne everywhere,
Unwanted facial hair,
Im a realation,
To Frankinstiens creation.
Ken:
Your so ugly,
You disgust me.
Barbie:
Im a bad homely girl,
All alone in the wolrd,
Im as flat as a board,
Thin and lanky,
Ken:
Your a dog and a troll,
Were you hit by a train,
Wont go near you cos your breath is skanky.
Barbie:
Dont get touched,
Im afraid,
Cos guys say,
"A man i saw."
Im and ugly girl,
My face makes you hurl,
Sad i have it,
I should fag it,
Acne everywhere,
Unwanted facial hair,
Im a realation,
To Frankinstiens creation.
Ken:
Your so ugly,
You disgust me.
Barbie:
Boo Hoo Hoo Yeah
Ken:
Your so ugly,
You disgust me.
Oh Ooh Oh Ooh
Barbie:
Oh, lets go out and have some fun!
Ken:
Im sorry but your to damn ugly!
Barbie:
Oh, screw you Ken!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Juicy Lucy
Every time I call her name shes right there by my side
Every time that I think its a change
Theres no place left to hide
This must be for real
This must be for real
This must be for real
It cant be a dream
Every time I blow my love
Shes knockin on my back door
Every time that I tear her clothes
She pulls me down some more
This must be for real
This must be for real
This must be for real
It cant be a dream
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Scary woman put me under, under her spell
Never tell, if I risk it I ____ her
There still standin, try to get my hand in
But she gets away________one stride
Every day she comes around
Lookin good and tryin to catch my eye
Aint no way to tell her no
I guess I never even thought to try
This must be for real
This must be for real
This must be for real
It cant be a dream
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Every time I tie her down she wants to let me go
Every time I start to slide
Shes tellin me Im way to slow
This must be for real
This must be for real
This must be for real
It cant be a dream
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy
song performed by by Nazareth
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My first modeling job was Gap, and my first time in front of the camera was for a Soda Pop Girls commercial - it's one of those Bratz dolls, Barbie dolls...one of those.
quote by Hailee Steinfeld
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Dolls Of Religion
Dolls of Religion
Virgin Mary was a Barbie doll, the only one that has given birth
to a Barbie doll baby. Two thousand years this went unseen till
she appeared in toy shops, together with a cute Barbie doll man
... her son? And you now find them both in many homes placed
on shelves or cradled in children's arms. Artificial created, we can
never be as perfect as them. Timeless they are never get old, not
in the image of man's imperfection, but in image of a dreams that
lack what resemble souls and holds no promise that man was for
a higher purpose than just being alive. As millions of people go on
diets, they can never obtain long legs like a Barbie doll.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Satisfaction
My two grandchildren
both girls
always on my nerves
with their smart little pranks
asked me to accompany
to a fair nearby
I promised but as a standby.
Their mother gave a call
all of us zoomed to a big mall
saw a set of Barbie dolls
as lively as present day gals
trance-fixed
girls did not budge an inch
till their wish was not fulfilled.
Girls were happy
with great expectations they laughed & giggled
became chirpy and sizzled
their mother too
pride writ large on her face
as Barbies had cost
only rupees two thousand and fifty-two.
Back home Girls’ imagination ran riot
thinking of their buddies
walking, talking & singing Barbies
they wanted to play
but to their dismay
Barbies were showcased
for display.
Out of their reach
theirs, yet not theirs
saw their hopes sink
remembered ST Colridge*
“ water water every where, not a dropp to drink”
they could not express
their anger, anguish and distress.
Sensing their shock
least to say
took them to fair same day
they cuckooed with glee
had lot of rides for free
at their back & call
procured various small cute cottage dolls
Just for rupees fifty-three.
Sparkling eyes
smile on their faces
bringing home
the dumb & mute bounty of their own
with those they could play, walk, sing, talk and relate
and to their friends these could be shown and partake
enjoying their own world of make believe when they can
better than
watching barbies themselves like a dumb and mute
merely listening only two words, “ how nice? how cute”
physical holding of dolls made all the difference
they became alive, agile, innovative and I must say
joy on their faces
made my day.
(This poem is dedicated to all grils below 6 years including my grandchildren Yona & Sia./19-06-2011/Samuel Taylor Coleridge*)
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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The Welsh Rugby
The Welsh have feelings about rugby
No other Nation can describe
They sing all their rugby songs
To keep the game alive.
We hate to lose at rugby
And cannot stand defeat
Their songs are sang much louder
As they stand out of their seats.
The Millennium Stadium
Is their National rugby ground
You need to see a Welsh rugby match
To enjoy the immense sound.
The Three Feathers as a logo
Sits right above Welsh hearts
They sing their National Anthem
Before the Rugby starts.
So come on the Welsh rugby teams
Play the game like a proper side
Because the Nation is behind you
So play the game with pride.
poem by Katie Evans
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Fondling Sweet Memories of You
I enjoy my time alone,
when missing you.
Missing you while fondling
sweet memories of you,
while free to lapse
into silly, inappropriate smiles.
Free to sit and write,
to you,
undisturbed.
Free, with no threat of discovery,
no fear that my face
might tell more than I want known.
Free to to explain my feelings for you,
and how you make me feel about myself;
so much more kindly
than I had before.
I'd never noticed that with other women.
None ever gave me cause
to like myself more,
because of her,
in that way you do.
poem by Red O'Mara
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A Booster Dose
A BOOSTER DOSE
On the way to my office
I slowdown at a point, quite intently
In a simple desire, to have a lengthy glimpse
At one who keeps standing there, hot and sweet
In Vimal collections of subtle shades
With nil make-up, but a volte face
Nature's the best soft-squeeze doll
Soothing sight for the passers by
From the way she presents her up
No old and bald can shut and fly
Spicy looks that you sip and bite
Can does in you, the spells of Glucon-D
Stops and starts of the boring life
Need a refueling station just like this
Free source energies, at no expense
To keep your engines greased, at least.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Don't Fall In Love
Don't fall in love
Girls gentle and sweet
For love is nothing but sweet nothings
An evening blues and colorful soap bubbles
A Rainbow avenue and romantic feelings
Thoughtless words and emotional verse
Poem Of Love is not splendor but a blunder
It will take you through romantic street
And desert you at the end with sorrows and tears
Hence girls gentle and sweet
Please don't fall in love
poem by Kavin Charalan
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Chudidars
From five year old to fifty year mold
it is the most preferred mode
piercing unto the village mobs
misshape features go hiding under this robe
neck to knee, a one sheet shutter
kabuli pants for magnum thigh and buttocks
loose fitting free size easy wear sacks
nested in safety, their movements are unfettered
full-drawn curtains over high power grids
teasing eyes can have no happy raids
sun shine is barred inside the chambers
faces of soldiers, roaming in Armour
The blouse and saree with limited windows
can have a telling story of its own
even while on your deepest dreams
chudidars have no place - and such is our culture
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Self-examination
SELF-EXAMINATION
I am just a small man
with usual weaknesses of all kind
and I try to understand all others
as each one, has few riches superfine
I put my self on guard
Not to injure anyone so hard
by the slip of the tongue's lancers,
untamed uttering flying as bouncers
being neutral, has its own advantage
courtesy and politeness proves one
as a good personality, cutting a clear edge
among all our acquaintances
though I am aware of all these goodness
I am still a starter, lacking in fineness
before, I do preaching for someone else
let me double-refine and keep myself cleansed first.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Two Sections A & D
I was a dull boy, in studies
during high school days
In 9th standard - D section - where
below average minds were only dumped
since, all my co-students
were also of same mold,
teachers used to be strict and harsh
still, we struggled to get even pass marks
Sections A and B, full of proud students
with an air of superiority, as intellectual breeds
they never mingled with the pollutants 'D'
the co-ed girls of our own class too
preferred only boys from the ‘bright sections'.
In quiz, Chess or inter-school meets
those veterans brought prizes and laurels
to the broad smile of our HM and teachers, while
we remained sidelined, as wastes & useless
after 25 years or so, I met my girl-classmate
in a car parking lot, with her family all around
proudly, she announced that her two sons are M.D.s
from the womb of ‘Section D' - two brilliant Medicine guys!
in turn, I gave my visiting card, Manager of a leading bank;
my daughters both are engineers, one is presently doing Ph.D in US
after a short chit- chat, they left.
Seated in my car, I just rewind,
TRUE - that ‘dull last bench', had not fared, initially, well
but, is now the spring-board for our wards to shine
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Lip Service
LIP SERVICE
The church is almost empty
Lit with candles
Under deserted alters
No hymns or music
Nor any distortions
Perfect silence
Is the hour - God lends his ears
For my prayers, smiles and feelings
Shown in perfect stillness
You need not sing,
Shout, weep, clap or cry
To take your prayers
to the soaring heights
Your deeds are being watched
Minute after minute,
- as who never sins
can even need not pray
God is one, and
He sits too high
He may not be knowing
YOU and ME
Conscience is His
Ambassador, stationed in me
Dispatching reports
To HIM, daily of me.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Normatively the Western universalist belief posits that people throughout the world should embrace Western values, institutions, and culture because they embody the highest, most enlightened, most liberal, most rational, most modern, and most civilized thinking of humankind. In the emerging world of ethnic conflict and civilizational clash, Western belief in the universality of Western culture suffers three problems: it is false; it is immoral; and it is dangerous.
quote by Samuel P. Huntington
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Miles High And Bone Dry
Smoke the dope
stay high
but without
wings to fly
A spoonful
just enough to
dull your brain
make you forget
your stress and strain
losing your identity
in yourself
and when finding it gone
you'll have no sense
of yourself or
Identity of your own.
poem by Dorsey Baker
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Part Of My Life
Can you be a part of my life?
Can you be a part of my life?
Oh its easy to find some one to play with
And almost anyone will do to fill your idle time
But that very special someone,
You can share all your dreams with is so hard to find
And it use to be like me to settle for the physical
But these days it aint too easy to make up my mind
Cause apparently you body just to temporally to take up my precious time
See Ive got to know that
That I can be free with you and
Youve got to show that
That youre worthy of my time
Can you stimulate my mind?
And I know that it looks good,
But can you be a part of my life
And Im sure that it feels good
But can you be a part of my life
And it probably even taste good
But can you be a part of my life
Ive got to know
I still appreciate the beauty of a man
But theres more to what I need now than what meets the eye
And if beautys only skin deep,
Then your pretty skin wont send me to my highest high
Oh its been along time come for maturity
And I believe that its truly what it has to be
Cause as much as I admire you
My sexual desire, aint controlling me
See Ive got to know that
That I can be free with you and
Youve got to show that
That youre worthy of my time
Can you stimulate my mind?
And I know that it looks good,
But can you be a part of my life
And Im sure that it feels good
But can you be a part of my life
And it probably even taste good
But can you be a part of my life
Ive got to know
And I know that it looks good,
But can you be a part of my life
And Im sure that it feels good
But can you be a part of my life
And it probably even taste good
But can you be a part of my life
Ive got to know
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
song performed by by India Arie
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Girls vs. Women
Girls are insecure; Women are confident.
Girls dress trashy; Women dress classy.
Girls are students; Women are teachers.
Girls are listeners; Women are preachers.
Girls makes babies; Women raise babies.
Girls have sex; Women make love.
Girls are weak; Women are strong.
Girls fight; Women walk away.
Girls argue; Women speak.
Girls give in; Women compromise.
Girls envy. Women appreciate.
Girls give up. Women strive.
Girls look. Women see.
Girls take. Women give.
Girls follow; Women influence.
poem by Christina E. Brown
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