Turn Back The Clock At What Cost?
Ladies is it better to be confident
mature women of inner beauty;
or the teenager plump or skinny;
of phobia and fears; your choice?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Phobia
Everybody got something hidden
In a darkness deep inside
Everybody gotta fatal flaw
Everybody got something to hide
Take a look into my eyes
See the fear and silent cries - phobia
Deep inside, take another look at it - phobia
Everybody got a phobia
Take another look, what you got - phobia
There are alleyways of your psyche
That have gotta be analyzed
Psychological penetration
Of the fear you cannot hide
Theres a key to a door to be opened
And I wanna take a look inside
And in the darkest shadow of your mind
What you gonna find?
Phobia
Out under a technicolor ray
It all disappears on a bright, sunny day
But even on a crowded street
Somebody you might meet
Might trigger a repeat of phobia
Strikes again, fear of fire and being buried alive
Dizzy heights, wire coat hangers
Things that crawl and go bump in the night - phobia
Fear of germs
Creepy crawlies that make you squirm - phobia
Images of long ago, memories that you hardly know
A minor childhood incident
Triggering something deep below
Spiders webs and black cats
Cockroaches and sewer rats
Full moons and witches hats
Creepy crawlies, vampire bats - phobia
Im talking about phobia
Crowded rooms, too many faces
Suffocation, open spaces
Everybody gotta weird sensation
That they wanna keep trapped inside
Maybe its a sexual deviation
Hiding beneath a respectable guise
If you are of this persuasion
There is just one explanation - phobia
Started out a long time ago - phobia
When you were small you may have seen a sight
But you were too young to know - phobia
What you got - phobia
Everybody got phobia, what you got - phobia
Everybody got phobia, take another look, what you got?
Everybody got phobia, what you got?
Phobia
song performed by by Kinks
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Fat Women vs Skinny Women
Where does it end with the skinny women getting skinnier
and the fat women getting fatter
what's going on in this world?
You've got different shapes and sizes
different diets and models
a bunch of unhappy fat women depressed because they are fat
and a bunch of skinny women unhappy because they are skinny
ALL
having one thing in common
they're all comparing themselves
to skeletons and women they see as better than them...
They don't realise that the true journey
THE REAL JOURNEY
is that of the mind
the inner journey
the only way to be happy
is to take the real journey
of meditation
the journey that leads to
self discovery
and real emotion
Give up the ghost and
see beyond
the demons of attraction
see yourself in the mirror of the mind
and defeat your worst enemy
Accept Yourself
Or live in FEAR!
poem by Nathan Strange
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Ladies Pay
All the sailors theyre all home from leave
And everybodys waiting for them to try to deceive
The storekeepers have drawn their lace curtains bare
And all the women and the wee young girls all waiting there
Oh, but how the ladies pay
Oh, if they only knew how the ladies pay
Yeah now, how the ladies pay
Oh, when the men theyve gone away
Nobody is standing on upon the door
And nobody is feeding any of the poor
The poor sick soldier lies in bed beside his girl
Thinking of another place on the other side of the world
Ah
How the ladies pay
Oh-oh, oh, how the ladies pay
When the men theyve gone away
Oh, I wish I knew how the ladies pay
Day and night, night and day
How the ladies pay
Day and night, night and day
How the ladies pay
Day and night
Night and day
Day and night
Day and night, night and day, ladies pay now
Night and day, day and night
How the ladies pay
Day and night, night and day
How the ladies pay
Day and night now
Night and day and now
How the pay now
Oh, how the pay now
Ladies pay, ladies pay
Ah, ladies pay the way now
Ladies pay, ah, ladies pay
Ah, ladies pay
Night and day, night and day, night and day
Oh, how the ladies pay
Oh, night and day, night and day, night and day
Oh, how the ladies pay
song performed by by Lou Reed
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He's Far From Dead
He's far from dead his heart is ticking
Although he looks like one near death
No he's very much alive and kicking
There's lots of living in him yet.
He may be in his early seventies
And he may look skinny, gray and pale
But looks can often be deceiving
And he's not ill though he looks frail.
He has a thing for younger women
And at them he never fails to smile
And they say he's such a lovely old chap
And they always buy into his guile.
A man is old when at women he stops looking
But to him that hardly does apply
And though he may look old, wrinkled and weary
He is not ready yet to die.
He fancies women than him decades younger
And women of his own age he ignore
One mature lady to him takes a fancy
But he feels she's too old for him at sixty four.
He may look old and on his last legs
With one foot almost in the grave
But looks in his case are deceiving
And for some-one else your pity save.
poem by Francis Duggan
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That Skinny Past
the past is skinny
it does not speak much
it goes to church
everyday
it is shy, but it thinks
much better, deeper and
probing like
a scalpel to the
gum and decaying teeth
it is what you only know
and you are surprised
how skin deep things were
until you wake up
and embrace the wonders of
change
the past is buried
it is skinny and dead
you want it
it can never be yours again
you meet a face
it is plump, and alienating
it does not recognize you
it is still hurt
and kept its composure
in indifference
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thatskinny Past
the past is skinny
it does not speak much
it goes to church
everyday
it is shy, but it thinks
much better, deeper and
probing like
a scalpel to the
gum and decaying teeth
it is what you only know
and you are surprised
how skin deep things were
until you wake up
and embrace the wonders of
change
the past is buried
it is skinny and dead
you want it
it can never be yours again
you meet a face
it is plump, and alienating
it does not recognize you
it is still hurt
and kept its composure
in indifference
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Today's Women (Collection Of Rictameters)
**1**
Women!
Today's women!
Demand equality,
Declining to hide calibers
Behind the mask of orthodoxy now;
They are crossing the boundaries
Drawn irrationally:
They're born to win.
Women!
**2**
Women!
Today's women!
Wise, confident and smart,
Always filled with self- esteem,
Earning beauty pageants, exploring space.
In business or politics,
Breaking male dominance,
Shining everywhere,
Women!
**3**
Women!
Today's women!
Forwarding continuously,
Although, expanding with success,
By generating life, serving nature
Is still their salient feature.
Blessed with the 'motherhood',
They're endearing.
Women!
*****
poem by Jyoti Sunit Chaudhary
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Subliminal or Not That is The Q
Are women wild by choice...?
Or by a subliminal push...
So I ask in a different way...
Are women exploited...
Because that is there choice...?
Or is sublimunal that voice...
Bear with me ladies...
Don't beam up just yet...
Just think about that...
Look at the teenage female...
Today...
Is her mother...
The reason for the things...
She say...
Why so young...
When they run away...
Did her mother tell her...
she was old enough or...
She is ready for rice...
Remember she has been watching...
T.V. all of your life...
whisperkwane
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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You are beautiful
Boys!
Be confident of your skills;
Half the beauty you’ve got.
Be self-confident of your deeds;
The rest of the beauty you’d get.
Girls!
Be proud of your postures;
Half the beauty you’ve got.
Be conscious of your composure;
The rest of the beauty you’d get.
15.01.99, Madras
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In praise of older women for M lady Ernestine
There is beauty in old age
which younger girls can’t emulate
As if the lady’s reached the stage
where she need not dissimulate
She’s not afraid to let you see
the lines that life’s writ on her face.
Each wrinkle was earned honourably
each laughter line has earned its place
Cosmetics may conceivably
appear to slow the passing years
but only temporarily
before you are reduced to tears
Youthful beauty soon fades away
no matter how hard you may try
by artifice to make it stay.
In lucky ladies replaced by
A much longer lasting beauty
which shows from somewhere deep inside
without a trace of vanity
Though grace and dignity abide.
Old ladies can be beautiful
and often turn a young man’s head.
Although they are quite comfortable
accepting compliments unsaid.
Admiring glances from young men
who readily appreciate
The beauty of older women
is something youth can’t imitate.
Young women lack maturity
which older ladies can display.
Their youthful insecurity
somehow always gets in the way.
29-Jul-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Women's Greatest Assets
Voluptuous, round, soft, and plump,
Breasts- the ultimate source of pleasure
For babies and for men, alike.
Babies, burying their heads in their mama’s bosoms,
Say bye bye to dangers, say bye bye to insecurities,
They wrap their plump lips around the little pink dots.
And voilà, they suck!
Sfuuuuuuuup~ sfuuuuuuup~
Slurrrrrrrrrrp~ slurrrrrrrrrp~
Hunger, desire, yearning,
Lust (in its most primitive form) ,
Overwhelm these babies, as they suck fervently
On the little pink dots of their mama.
Men, placing their hands on their women’s bosoms,
Say bye bye to self-discipline, say bye bye to dignity,
They circle their fingers around the little pink dots.
And voilà, they caress!
Shhhhhhhhhh~ chhhhhhhhh~
Shhhhhhhhhh~ chhhhhhhhh~
Hunger, desire, yearning,
Lust (in its most mature form) ,
Overwhelm these men, as they caress passionately
Around the little pink dots of their women.
Voluptuous, round, soft, and plump,
Breasts- the ultimate source of pleasure
For babies and for men, alike.
poem by Irene Pang
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Phat
The word 'fat' is a term,
That 'skinny people' use,
Because they don't know what else to say,
When they see a 'fat person.'
No one has to be so rude about it,
When they see a 'fat person' eating ice cream,
Or sitting around watching others,
But some 'skinny people' don't understand to just dropp a conversation.
The word 'rude' is what 'fat people' use when someone makes fun of them,
'Fat people' are all over the world,
And yet - 'skinny people' don't want to accept the fact that 'fat people' are in this cruel world,
So some 'skinny people' have to act like they're all that and be mean to others.
There are people in this world that are 'low class' and are different from the people in the 'higher class, '
Because some people in the 'lower class' goes into depression and eat,
Because of the events happening in their life,
And so they become 'fat.'
But what 'skinny people' explain,
Is that they are slobs and can't eat normal instead of shoving food down their throat,
But what 'fat people' explain,
Is that they try to lose weight, but some of them can't because it's hard.
'Skinny people' make fun of them and 'fat people' let them,
Because some 'skinny people' don't know how it feels like to be 'fat, '
And some 'skinny people' call 'fat people' ugly and of course 'fat, '
But what 'skinny people' don't know is that we all are phat.
poem by Alicia Meyers
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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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Slipping Standards
I’m sure that mature ladies know
that men admire the fluid flow
of their Gluteus Maximi.
Discerning men all much prefer
a lady’s moving derriere
it brings a twinkle to the eye.
A lady in a clinging dress
can with a wiggle well express
her playful personality.
Deportment is all important
so you can wiggle when you want.
To catch some handsome fellows eye.
Today’s young women seem to lack
this knowledge which must hold them back
They need some friend to tell them why.
Perhaps an older lady could
A man might be misunderstood
a slap would be their shock reply.
I do enjoy my morning walk
when women wiggle as they stalk.
I view them with a practised eye.
I’ve studied ladies rears for years.
Had hot discussions with my peers
which made the fur and feathers fly.
Though gentlemen will all agree
that ladies derrieres should be.
A sight that’s easy on the eye.
Although I’m old I am not blind.
It gives me pleasure when I find
A woman walking properly.
The thesis for my PH.D
was based almost entirely
on derrieres mobility.
I was awarded my degree
and joined the august company.
Who know Gluteus Maximi.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Love - Mad And Mature
Mad love leads to terrorism
Mature love gets to Gandhism
Mad love makes one wicked
Mature love makes life sublime
Mad love kindles body
Mature love ennobles the soul
Mad love binds the spirit
Mature love releases the bond
Mad loves brings pain
Mature love provides pleasure
Mad love breeds acrimony
Mature love brings harmony
Mad love hinders progress
Mature love helps success
Discard mad love, develop mature love
Make life pleasant and world a happy house!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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Beauty is Fleeting
Men why run after her beauty
For when she old what good will she bring
With beauty here today and gone
Tomorrow there’s no anchor
Beauty doesn't hold it grabs so why lust
It brings no fortune but a woman who love God
Bring a man wealth not the one the bank stores
But the wealth that comes from the God
For what can Beauty do for me besides inflict her pain on me
She is hurt in her own insecurity’s
But a women who fears the lord build her security in him
So my brother take this to heart and don't
Let her beauty tear you apart
poem by Joshua Winfield
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All Women Are Beautiful
All women are beautiful,
I can attest to that.
There are no skinny women,
And none that are fat.
No matter what color,
They are gorgeous to me.
Just like a rainbow,
That beckons to me.
Men certainly are fools,
To pass women by.
They're so stuck on themselves,
That you can't deny.
And I look, at every single one,
And see what they need.
All women like fun,
You just meet their needs.
Don Juan Tenorio
poem by Don Juan Tenorio
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Beauty Of Life
Virginity is the beauty of ladies, colour is the beauty of rainbow, tourism is the beauty of country, memories is the beauty of past, brightness is the beauty of stars, happiness is the beauty of mind, vision is the beauty of future.Love, nature, peace are the beauty of Life.
poem by Tijani Adebowale Destiny
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I Paid Her
Subjects,
Touched,
Eventually;
I was a teenager ans she was a teenager!
And love came and took us away into the deep blue ocean! !
But, we finally landed home in peace.
Envisioned,
Promises,
Hope,
Deception,
Wide opened! !
And like the perfection of her beauty;
But i paid her all the dues on this love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Sexual Fertility
A woman is sexy in whom
Oestrogin is found in spate.
A women generates hormones
As she feels beauty conscious.
Wide eyes, thick lips, plump cheeks
Can be the visual clue
About one’s sexual fertility.
04.11.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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