Liberty's Gal
Italian blood runs hot
Under coffee-colored African skin,
Through Vietnamese veins, fed
By a jackhammer Irish heart.
Lithe Iranian hands
Guide a Swedish skirt
Across Parisian legs.
Share an irreverent joke.
She laughs with the warmth of Canada.
Her Samoan smile comes easily.
Ask and she'll join you in
A Brazilian toast,
A Vatican prayer,
Old Arabian verses
Or Norwegian song.
Argue, if you like.
She is prone to opinions and forgiving of dissent.
Her Japanese adherence to honor
Is expressed with British civility.
She's used to disagreement,
And she'll answer back –
Greek logic and Chinese wisdom
Are equally at her command.
But don't touch her. Never arouse
Her Spanish temper.
Her German sense of purpose.
Her Russian tolerance for grief.
Her Colombian notions of vengeance.
Never arouse
Her Australian, white-knuckled toughness.
Her Native American will
To guard the dirt at her toes.
Her Puerto Rican sense
Of protection of kin.
Never arouse
Her Afghan memory,
Her Israeli flair for reprisal.
She's wont to undertake
A Mexican vendetta.
And if aroused, nothing can deter her:
Not illness in envelopes.
Not zealots in caves.
Not soot-colored cities or glass in the streets.
Not desert alchemy,
Or the asymmetric threat
Of a holocaust virus,
Not the grimace of a gap-toothed skyline,
Or silence in engine-less skies
As vast iron birds – once as common as swallows –
Are felled to the ground.
poem by Eric Nolan
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Women Are Redundant
Amorous songs arouse.
Erotic scenes arouse.
Woman at sight arouse.
They are the substitutes
To the denial of sex.
Having been used to it,
Men dispense with women.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Poets to Come
POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for;
But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than
before known,
Arouse! Arouse--for you must justify me--you must answer.
I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,
I but advance a moment, only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.
I am a man who, sauntering along, without fully stopping, turns a
casual look upon you, and then averts his face,
Leaving it to you to prove and define it,
Expecting the main things from you.
poem by Walt Whitman
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The hidden treasure
Women may fail to arouse men
With their skin, limbs, face or contour.
No woman will fail to arouse men
With their breasts, the hidden treasure.
21.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The mode of attraction
He is struck by her sight;
He is lured by her curves;
He is aroused by her image.
Her flesh is his ultimate.
She is nonchalant at first;
She is moved in company;
She is aroused in sequences.
His hold is her ultimate.
A visual stimulus of woman
Is enough to arouse a man.
Amorous sequences of events
Are needs to arouse a woman.
Mere porn can lure a man;
But in story form, it lures a woman.
He wants to hold;
She wants a hold.
14.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Arouse Ye Brave Canadians: Lines Suggested by General Brock's Stirring Appeal to the People of Upper
Canadian's arms are stout and strong,
Canadian hearts are true ;
Your homes were in the forest made,
Where pine and maple grew.
A haughty foe is marching
Your country to enthrall ;
Arouse ye, brave Canadians,
And answer to my call !
Let every man who swings an axe,
Or follows at the plough,
Abandon farm and homestead,
And grasp a rifle now !
We'll trust the God of Battles,
Although our force be small ;
Arouse ye, brave Canadians,
And answer to my call !
Let mothers, though with breaking hearts,
Give up their gallant sons ;
Let maidens bid their lovers go,
And wives their dearer ones !
Then rally to the frontier,
And form a living wall ;
Arouse ye, brave Canadians,
And answer to my call !
poem by J.D. Edgar (1893)
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Latin Girls
Mira mira mira mira mira....
Mira mira mira mira mira....
Mira mira mira mira mira....
Mira mira yo quiero
Cuban girls, Cuban girls, I like em'
Puerto Rican girls, Puerto Rican girls, yo quiero
Mexican girls, Mexican girls, yo quiero
Spanish girls, Spanish girls, I like em'
Girls, Girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, What's happenin' girls?
What's happenin' girl? What's happenin?
I like Latin dem Latin women (I do)
And they love me cause I'm that man
With cocoa nuts and chocolate skin
I'm that mocha masculine
Feminines that are Latin call ya friends
And call your cousins cause I know you got dozens of them
Marias, Elizabeths, Sonyas and Blancas
When I see ya you can get boned if ya wanta
Yo quiero en I'm sincero
If you never had an ichi let me be your primero
We can hit the channel we can dance the bolero
Have a shopping spree and you can spend my dinero
But...
I wish you was more like JLo
(my love don't cost) Cause love don't cost a thing
So why don't you let this king love the queen of Argentin
Girl you know I know you know what I mean
Cause I like them'
Cuban girls, Cuban girls, I like em'
Puerto Rican girls, Puerto Rican girls, yo quiero'
Mexican girls, Mexican girls, yo quiero'
Spanish girls, Spanish girls, I like em'
Girls, Girls, Latin girls'
Latin girls, Latin girls'
You makin me hot girl!
What's happnin' girl? What's happnin? (oh!)
Que un da
Que quieres con mi
Mira muchacha esta es para ti
Latina chicana por mi
Mas finas me gusta me a si
Mira ah, mira ah, mira ah, mami
Esperate, esperate, esperate aqui
We could connect
song performed by by Black Eyed Peas
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To All The Girls
Yea...
To all the brooklyn girls
To all the french girls
To all the oriental girls
Chinese...
Japanese...
To all the swiss girls
To the italian women
To the upper east side mombiles
To all the jamaican girls
And to the top-less dancers
Australian...
And brazilian
To the southern belles
To the porte rican girls
To the stewardesses flying around the world...
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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Because Of You
It was once for you
In the summer sun, the sense of gentle breeze
Stirred my heart.
The words of mine were shedding jasmine,
Only found the hard ground to fall upon,
Beneath your feet, ignored….
Wish you ever knew!
With the closed eyes though
I carried a fragrant soul, only because of you.
It was only because of you then
A storm arouse to leave an inebriated mind
I floated like a broken leaf in that wind
Whispered in your ears my pain, my joy…
Didn't know though, if I was ever heard!
Amazed at your beauty of bloomed Poinciana
Colored heart of mine ever cared for you;
Even I feared sometimes of losing you
When your open arms seemed to have touched the sky.
It was only because of you
I ever had wings to fly...
My dreams could touch the rainbow...
Waiting to bloom, I knew the bud's cry.
With the tide of time, I find you far away.
Dreams are like autumn leaves, broken….
Found ground to lie.
Craving for love the deserted heart only knew
To shower tears upon stones.
It's because of you.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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I Love You in Any Language……I Will Only Say This Once
Je t'aime, I love you in French
Ich leba dich, I love you in German
Seni seviyorum..."I love you in Turkish
Ja Cie Kocham, I love you in Polish
Tora dust midaram, I love you in Persian
S' ayapo, I love you in Greek
"Ani ohev otach, "I love you in Hebrew
? G elska Big, I love you in Icelandic
Szeretick te'ged, I love you in Hungarian
Ikh hob dikh lib, I love you in Yiddish
Te quiero, I love you in Spanish
Jag a "Iskar dig" I love you in Swedish
Main tenu pyar karda haan, I love you in Punjabi
al Kita, I love you in Pilipino
Volim te, I love you in Serbian
Ch'ha di'rn, I love you in Swiss German
Tha gra\dh agam ort I love you in Scot Gaelic
Te iu bese, I love you in Romanian
Eu amo-te, I love you in Portuguese
Gwa ai lee, I love you in Taiwanese
Anh ye^u em, I love you in Vietnamese
Ya lyublyu tebya, I love yopu in Russian
Phom Rak Khun, I love you in Thai
Ti amo, I love you in Italian
Taim I' ngra leat, I love you in Irish
Kimo o ai shiteru, I love you in Japanese
"Tane Prem Karoo Choo, I love this dialect in Indian
I love you in the morning
I love you in the evening,
I know you are sweet but
Don't ask me to repeat
poem by Ken e Hall
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Until Death
Until Death till we part
From each other we wont depart
As we will share the same heart
And in the end we will again start.
We will always be at each others side
Through GOD’s law we will abide
As I am your husband you are my bride
And through our love we will never hide.
We will have each other in our thoughts
The same roads now we will had sought
The same battles we will have fought
The same same values we will have taught.
We will share the very same dreams
Together we will sew the same seams
As together we are the the same team
And never from our past will we redeem.
Never will we ever violate our vows
No matter the situations that might arouse
Our love to each other we will allow
And to that fact I will always avow.
Though we might argue and might fight
Though we might laugh and also cry
We will be truthful and will never lie
We will live and we will also die.
We will have eyes only for each other
And never could there be another
You will be my blanket and I your cover
You will be my best friend and my lover.
From each other we will never be apart
And this wisdom to you I will impart
You are my revelations and my art
Until Death till we part.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The ineffable joy of forgiving and being forgiven forms an ecstasy that might well arouse the envy of the gods.
quote by Elbert Hubbard
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We're Coming! We're Coming!
We're coming, we're coming, the fearless and free,
Like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea!
True sons of brave sires who battled of yore,
When England's proud lion ran wild on our shore!
We're coming, we're coming, from mountain and glen,
With hearts to do battle for freedom again;
Oppression is trembling as trembled before
The slavery which fled from our fathers of yore.
We're coming, we're coming, with banners unfurled,
Our motto is FREEDOM, our country the world;
Our watchword is LIBERTY-tyrants beware!
For the liberty army will bring you despair!
We're coming, we're coming, we'll come from afar,
Our standard we'll nail to humanity's car;
With shoutings we'll raise it, in triumph to wave,
A trophy of conquest, or shroud for the brave.
Then arouse ye, brave hearts, to the rescue come on!
The man-stealing army we'll surely put down;
They are crushing their millions, but soon they must yield,
For
freemen
have
risen
and taken the field.
Then arouse ye! arouse ye! the fearless and free,
Like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea;
Let the north, west, and east, to the sea-beaten shore,
Resound
with a
liberty triumph
once more.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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That elusive perfect poem
Some day I’ll write one…
That won’t garner great numbers
Yet will linger in hearts…and
Rest sweetly on one’s lips
A poem that readers
will want to come back to
A poem that readers will savor
Tasting, …In long, sensuous sips
A poem that warms one’s cockles
Makes one lean back and smile
Makes one glad to have read it
To enjoy my writing…for a while
Maybe place it in their favorites
Hopefully, at least… keep in their hearts
Repeat to themselves favorite phrases
All my descriptive and alliterative parts
Better to have written
Just that one special poem
That could arouse great emotion
Than to write many… that arouse it in none
I have not yet accomplished it
And by me, this feat may ne’er be done
The perfect poem yet eludes me…
Yet I hope… some day I’ll write one
poem by David Whalen
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One Cup Of Coffee Is Enough
I'm the one who waits for the love
Years and years may ones returns back without asking why and what's
Holding this heart in my hands
With the sorrows with all aches
I'm the only one who waits
Alone a stranger is this poor heart of mine
Always believed in honesty of love sense
Though I know the real ones never counts Those who've gone never comes
But the awaken pity since survives in this heart
Will never allow me to become insensitive one
How can I forget the tenderness of a smile
Every bit of sense with honesty once I've shred
They used to say just for the sake of one cup of coffee is enough
To keep people's memory within hearts
And I say one glance stays there in my heart
I'm not the one who forgets the pure emotions have a place
Every bit of love sense
Stays there in my heart
I can't regret the love sense with honesty one day I've shared
Even the ones who've gone have a place in this heart
Ah how poor is this heart of mine how many memory you'll hold inside
But this is who I am
Always lost in the world of love
A tenderful smile
A sincerely touch of a hand
A glances filled with love and pain
Always will have a place in this heart
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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A good sermon should be like a woman's skirt: short enough to arouse interest but long enough to cover the essentials.
quote by Ronald Knox
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Farewell
Can I see thee stand
On the looming land?
Dost thou wave with thy white hand
Farewell, farewell?
I could think that thou art near,
Thy sweet voice is in mine ear,
Farewell, farewell!
While I listen, all things seem
Singing in a singing dream,
Farewell, farewell!
Echoing in an echoing dream,
Farewell, farewell!
Yon boat upon the sea,
It floats 'twixt thee and me,
I see the boatman listless lie;
He cannot hear the cry
That in mine ears doth ring
Farewell, farewell!
Doth it pass him o'er and o'er,
Heard upon the shore behind,
Farewell, farewell!
Heard upon the ship before,
Farewell, farewell!
Like an arrow that can dart
Viewless thro' the viewless wind,
Plain on the quivering string,
And plain in the victim's heart?
Are there voices in the sky,
Farewell, farewell?
Am I mocked by the bright air,
Farewell, farewell?
The empty air that everywhere
Silvers back the sung reply,
Farewell, farewell!
While to and fro the tremulous accents fly,
Farewell, farewell!
Now shown, now shy,
Farewell, farewell!
Now song, now sigh,
Farewell, farewell!
Toy with the grasping heart that deems them nigh,
Come like blown bells in sudden wind and high,
Or far on furthest verge in lingering echoes die,
Farewell, farewell!
Farewell, farewell, farewell!
Oh, Love! what strange dumb Fate
Hath broken into voice to see us hope?
Surely we part to meet again?
Like one struck blind, I grope
In vain, in vain;
I cannot hold a single sense to tell
The meaning of this melancholy bell,
Farewell, farewell!
I touch them with my thought, and small and great
They join the swaying swell,
Farewell, farewell!
Farewell, farewell, farewell!
Aye, when I felt thee falling
On this heaving breast-
Aye, when I felt thee prest
Nearer, nearer, nearer,
Dearer, dearer, dearer-
Aye, while I saw thy face,
In that long last embrace,
The first, the last, the best-
Aye, while I held thee heart to heart,
My soul had pushed off from the shore,
And we were far apart;
I heard her calling, calling,
From the sea of nevermore
Farewell, farewell!
Fainter, fainter, like a bell
Rung from some receding ship,
Farewell, farewell!
The far and further knell
Did hardly reach my lip,
Farewell, farewell!
Farewell, farewell, farewell!
Away, you omens vain!
Away, away!
What! will you not be driven?
My heart is trembling to your augury.
Hence! Like a flight of seabirds at a gun,
A thousand ways they scatter back to Heaven,
Wheel lessening out of sight, and swoop again as one!
Farewell, farewell!
Farewell, farewell, farewell!
Oh, Love! what fatal spell
Is winding, winding round me to this singing?
What hands unseen are flinging
The tightening mesh that I can feel too well?
What viewless wings are winging
The siren music of this passing bell?
Farewell, farewell!
Farewell, farewell, farewell!
Arouse my heart! arouse!
This is the sea: I strike these wooden walls:
The sailors come and go at my command:
I lift this cable with my hand:
I loose it and it falls:
Arouse! she is not lost,
Thou art not plighted to a moonlight ghost,
But to a living spouse.
Arouse! we only part to meet again!
Oh thou moody main,
Are thy mermaid cells a-ringing?
Are thy mermaid sisters singing?
The saddest shell of every cell
Ringing still, and ringing
Farewell, farewell!
To the sinking sighing singing,
To the floating flying singing,
To the deepening dying singing,
In the swell,
Farewell, farewell!
And the failing wailing ringing,
The reaming dreaming ringing
Of fainter shell in deeper cell,
To the sunken sunken singing,
Farewell, farewell!
Farewell, farewell!
Farewell, farewell, farewell?
poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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Lease and relief
If I could arouse her
By whom I had been aroused,
What more merit must I have?
If I see her desire me
After falling in love with her,
What more bliss must I seek?
Formidable she might be;
Forbidden she might be.
Corporal touch is not to be.
I shall still fly in air
I shall be full with air.
She will feel credited.
Intricacies of such love
Gives one lease and relief
From the sexual monotony.
19.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Only when we realize that there is no eternal, unchanging truth or absolute truth can we arouse in ourselves a sense of intellectual responsibility.
It's Now, It's Time
albino skunks,
nuclear rain.
on the tracks again,
no whistle, no train.
sit down and stand,
occupy your rights.
you gotta be honest
to join the fight.
black man, white man,
your blood colored red.
throw down your anger,
forgive and forget.
the time of the end,
or the time of change.
freedom's never won
without forgiveness and pain...
the soul of the callouses
the hands of those that worked...
dignity defined
by the sweat and the dirt...
their blood in the land,
the cities, and the town.
written far too deep
for greed to take down...
now all that's left
is guts and heart.
you either lay down
or stand up and start.
the choice is ours,
it's all on the line.
the guns are drawn,
it's now, it's time!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Man can arouse the lowest instincts for higher purpose.
aphorism by Andrzej Majewski from Aphorisms
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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