Chest
Chest, what power do thou h've?
That women place their heads on
men's when they're showing love
Chest, what charm do thou have?
That women take virtue of thee to pray
for their siblings that sucked their breasts
Chest, what spirit do thee have?
That women curse men with thee that
otherwise, if man didn't meet them chest to chest
Chest, what glory do thou h've?
That people beat you with palm
and swear
Chest, of what important is you?
That women knock their heads on
men's chest during the fighting
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Fuddy
On my room
To the floor bed...
I was tasted
With the
My girl friend
Chest bun...
Toung was play
Bun of chest...
Mouth wanted
Milk...
Not for the
Chest bun....
No weat
No sweet
No salt..
Not for the bun...
Meet taste
Vegtable taste
Also not ther;
Chest bun
Taste for
With big and
Beauty...! ! !
And fuddy
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Awaiting You
I await
in sittingroom
awaiting you come
with the boisterous chest
but you do not come
until day
so I do repeatedly
with the boisterous chest
but you do not come
until my hand tremble
jolt heart
in my chest
do not willing to desist
until you come
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Vital
close to my heart
lungs contract
chest falls
fighting
to maintain my
windy passion
chest rises
blood requires
oxygen's fire
still alive
poem by Steven Federle
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Tart Tart
When he came out to the lock-up
He said Im looking for something better
He made his shock announcement
And backed off, backed down, backed off
And then he got up off the floor
He said Im wealthy enough, not to do this no more
And he made it all known with his hands held up, palm
Out
And she said dont know if I should
Cause I worry too much about the tests on the blood
And at first it was a yes, and then a no, then a
yes.
A maggot sleeps on her desk
H wears a sleeping bag as his vest
And hes getting too too bothered
About the spots on his chest, chest, chest
Now shes (blank)...she laid it on
And a few days later shes gone
So its back to the womb
To get drowned, drowned, drowned, drowned warm (? ? ? )
song performed by by Happy Mondays
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You Will, You Won't
You will you won't
You do you don't
You're saying you will
But you know you won't
You may you might
Your chest gets tight
You say you love day
But you come out at night
While your thinking, thinking, thinking up a storm in you
All the things you're thinking, are they false, are they true
You know the dipsydoodle rag, it tells no lie
But all the time you're thinking, well you're tricking your mind
You will you won't
You do you don't
You're saying you will
But you know you won't
You may you might
Your chest gets tight
You say you love day
But you come out at night
Well the devil's standing tall on the top of the hill
Pointing down his fork and betraying your will
You gotta make decisions whether old or new
Then god comes from the heavens and he'll say to you
You will you won't
You do you don't
You're saying you will
But you know you won't
You may you might
Your chest gets tight
You say you love day
But you come out at night
Well I've tried so hard
I've tried so hard
To make it right
To make it right
I'm gonna bury my thoughts
And forget all my worries
Tonight
You will you won't
You do you don't
You're saying you will
But you know you won't
You may you might
Your chest gets tight
You say you love day
But you come out at night
song performed by by Zutons
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Just How Much I Have Left You to Value
I have yet to open my treasure chest.
What you have experienced,
Is my blowing the dust off of it.
And that activity,
To you has impressed.
If I opened my treasured chest,
To share with you where my best is kept.
You will then not suspect...
Just how much,
I have left you to value what I have to give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blessed Cats and Dogs
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
Causing the country to insist
What the blows are to the chest.
Why do little angels work so caressed?
Making the country to assist
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
My soldiers in the army are with a blood test,
Keeping lines and dictation as a checklist,
What the blows are to the chest.
Amazed by the brilliance of those in the contest,
Canine help became something to co-exist,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
May service feed the animals of conquest,
Domestic keepers will arrive at their crest,
What the blows are to the chest.
We see, we know the animals are depressed,
May loving people take a goodness as a list,
What the blows are to the chest,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Bulletproof
Hey, it's me. Got a kevlar vest ornating my chest,
Walking a battlefield, with scars only partly healed.
Bullets and rockets explode, as the dead's bones corrode.
But I got a kevlar vest ornating my chest.
Hey! Got nothing to fear right? I walk the alleys at night.
I'm a gun-toting machine, stop me if you can!
Bulletproof, gun in hand, tis this an invincible man?
But did I tell you where I've got most my scars?
They're under my kevlar vest ornating my chest.
Deep and hard, some still bleeding, jagged scars.
Many bullets have hit, but few through could they get.
So now you ask, from where are those scars you mask?
Most of my scars are on my back, the sad fact:
I'm bulletproof, but the knives still go through.
Got a kevlar vest ornating my chest, might be bulletproof, but the knives still go through.
Bulletproof...
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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In a coffin
Hands folded over the chest
she lies forever stretched out
as if death out of the blue holds her calm
and nothing will wake her up,
from the last sleep folding coldly round her
and strangely changed from princess to rotting dirt.
Hands folded over the chest
she lies forever stretched out.
with no fingers clenching hot around mine
and drawing me nearer,
no arms embracing me to her body
and I am totally alone
and stare at hands folded over her chest.
poem by Gert Strydom
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All You See
Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Aaah Haa
Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Hey Hey
Verse 1 Terry
You best believe everyday I get the same ole thang
All kind of bruthas coming up to me
With silly lies that could make you sick oh they need to quit
And get away from me, don't get me wrong I like attention too
But do they really have to act a foolCuz they see a lady lookin' good?
Please admit
Chorus
Is it my hips? my lips?
My eyes? My thighs?
My chest? My hair?
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Is it my hips? My lips?
My eyes? My thighs?
My chest? My hair?
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Verse 2 Terry
In a limousine, fancy car, bling-bling-bling
Even if you're standing 6 foot 3 or 3 feet tall with no teeth
Have respect for me, try conversation please
Before you try and put your hands on me
When will they ever learn there's more to me,
Than T&A on this PYT
Daddy please
Chorus
Is it my hips? my lips? (Daddy)
My eyes? My thighs?
My chest?(My chest) My hair? (My hair)
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Is it my hips? (My hips) my lips? (My lips)
My eyes? (My eyes) My thighs? (My thighs)
My chest? (My chest) My hair? (My hair)
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Bridge Michael Marshall:
How come you actin' like you don't know
Why some bruthas always lose control
When you're wearing them hip high jeans
With your thong out baby please let a playa speak
And don't you start to tweak,
You got the body that can make men weep
So when you walk around in those do me clothes like those videhos
Girl you need to know that all I'm lookin' at is
Chorus
Hips and lipsAnd eyes, your thighs
Your chest, your hair
Girl that big ole (hey-e-e-ea)
Is that all you see?
Your hips, your lips
Your eyes, your thighs
Your chest baby, your hair
You're sexy underwear (hey-e-e-ea)
Is that all you see?
Uh-huh Uh-huh sexy underwear I see
Ooh and I know, I know
Your hips somethin' 'bout your thighs
Is driving me crazy, Ooh hey uh-huh uh-huh
(Ooh)Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Aaah Haa
Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Hey Hey
(hey-e-e-ea)
Is that all you see?
song performed by by En Vogue
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Anxiety
i hold the pillow tight against my face to silence the tears
i look into my mind releasing my darkest fears
my chest starts to hurt and my head throbs
my tears start to turn into violent sobs
i think of my father which makes things worse
my putrid life i start to curse
im going into blackness never to return
now my chest is starting to burn
i hear no one just my violent breath
i hear my heart beat quicken inside my chest
im reaching out for you but your not there
i want to see your face and feel your hair
i cant take life without you its hurts so bad
i am a lowlife child without a dad
im the one who deserves to be six feet under
my body collapse while my soul begins to plunder
i hate myself more each day
i feel nothing but never ending pain
please come back just for a minute or two
please daddy i need you
poem by Jean Pullman
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I Saw Your Hairy Chest
The first person said:
'I saw your hairy chest that is why,
I came to you last night and we made love together';
The second person said;
'Why'? !
Then the first person replied:
'It is because i love men with hairy chest and,
I am ever ready to sleep with any of them'! !
And this was the conversation i heard among two people;
Then i said to myself: 'Love is too blind at times'.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bonescraper
There is no future for us to suture
Your life ill-fated, beat down and hated
Shot in the head, walking undead
Numb to the world, around your head
Rip my skin from my bone, I won't bleed
Rip my heart from my chest, I won't scream
Hide in the shadows, deep black, and hollow
Empty void of light cuts clean, like a knife
Damaged and torn, punctured by thorns
I've felt nothing since I was born
Rip my skins from my bones, I won't bleed
Rip my heart from my chest, I won't scream
My flesh <-> Your flesh
Your eyes <-> My sight
My pain <-> Your shame
We are the same ...
Rip my skin from my bones, I won't bleed
Rip my heart from my chest, I won't scream
Rip my skin ...
song performed by by Fear Factory
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Sonnet 48: How careful was I, when I took my way
How careful was I, when I took my way,
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
That to my use it might unusèd stay
From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!
But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,
Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,
Thou best of dearest, and mine only care,
Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
Thee have I not locked up in any chest,
Save where thou art not—though I feel thou art—
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;
And even thence thou wilt be stol'n, I fear,
For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Village Girl
Why cant you just say what’s in your heart, why must you always play another’s part hiding from the feelings you have deep in your heart, tearing apart what was so beautifully Clear, why could you not say those three little words my dear…
Now I don’t want to hurt you or cause you distress, as always I want what for you is the best, I have always had a open heart beating in my chest, honesty as always been a virtue That I love best, if I love you I tell you and I don’t mess, but if you hurt me I tell you and get it off my chest, I may be blunt but honesty always I confess…
Now many years must this go on, tell we meet and admit this thing we have going on, or we both agree its time to move on and say so long, I must admit to see you again the feeling is strong, to see your beautiful face that I have waited so long…
There has to be a better way, than this constant fighting everyday help me to find away, lets be close again if only for one day…
poem by Abiodun Adekoya
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Looking On
Standing up in someones place looking down on thee
Now I may behold your face as its supposed to be
Get you in but tried enough to keep you be
Give you in to take a...that you will need
Chorus
Oh may it not be so
See me looking down
Im just looking on
Standing with their heads...
Watching down on me
Theres a...on my chest
Where the soul should be
Give you in but see who as they...by now
Get you in that meet you as they all cry now
Chorus
Repeat first two verses
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Leaving Sorrow
Holding my breath
At the bottom of the sea
Where I keep my secrets
In a treasure chest.
I have drowned Sorrow
In an ocean of regret,
Tied her firm
To that treasure chest.
I break the surface
And take a new breath,
Leaving Sorrow
Far below.
poem by Annabel Cruz
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If Lawyer's Hand Is Fee'd
A fox may steal your hens, sir,
A whore your health and pence, sir,
Your daughter rob your chest, sir,
Your wife may steal your rest, sir,
A thief your goods and plate.
But this is all but picking,
With rest, pence, chest and chicken;
It ever was decreed, sir,
If lawyer's hand is fee'd, sir,
He steals your whole estate.
Sonnet X: To Nothing Fitter
To nothing fitter can I thee compare
Than to the son of some rich penny-father,
Who, having now brought on his end with care,
Leaves to his son all he had heap'd together;
This new rich novice, lavish of his chest,
To one man gives, doth on another spend,
Then here he riots, yet among the rest
Haps to lend some to one true honest friend.
Thy gifts thou in obscurity dost waste,
False friends thy kindness, born but to deceive thee,
Thy love that is on the unworthy plac'd,
Time hath thy beauty, which with age will leave thee;
Only that little which to me was lent
I give thee back, when all the rest is spent.
poem by Michael Drayton
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This Blacktop Romance
Oh no,
I've gotta tell you how I feel right now,
Kept it bottled up for so long,
Gotta tell you before I go insane,
Can't go to my room and cry now!
You're right infront of me staring into my eyes,
I'm gazing back cos I don't know what to say
I just can't say it to you,
I need to get this shit off my chest,
All I need to say is 'I love you' and thats done,
But it's all puppy love in this blacktop romance
Oh no,
I've just gotta tell you but I acn't,
You'll only say no so what's the point?
I'll cry with the geeks and dive into darkness,
Where the vampires can't hurt us,
I'll build your crypt where we can stay,
Together forever in each others arms
I just can't say it to you,
I need to get this shit off my chest,
All I need to say is 'I love you' and thats done,
But it's all puppy love in this blacktop romance
Oh no,
I'm falling down again, down to my grave,
Blood rains down on my face as I cry,
But I keep singing the words 'I love you',
That keeps me alive in this cruel world we live,
The notion that you might say yes and love me,
We'll cover our necks and live the rest of our lives together
I just can't say it to you,
I need to get this shit off my chest,
All I need to say is 'I love you' and thats done,
But it's all puppy love in this blacktop romance
Oh no,
I said it to your face finally,
Waiting for you to say no and slap me,
But you just stand there gazing into my eyes,
Heaven's gazing on our moment together,
Hoping for a good answer whatever it may be,
And you said those four magic words 'I love you too'
I just can't say it too you but I did,
I really needed to get this shit off my chest,
I said 'I love you' and you said 'I love you too'
So it aint just puppy love in this blacktop romance
poem by Callum Byrne
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