tongue in cheek
the chocolates on the
women's bodies
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo

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Love Is A Box Of Chocolates
love is a box of chocolates,
white chocolates,
milk chocolates,
dark chocolates,
mixed chocolates,
each chocolate gives you a different experience.
poem by Keelie Morgan

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It Is Poetic And Prophetic
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'I see the holes in shoes.'
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'Those shoes have not been used.
Since many are afraid of walking.
But talk about nonsense,
They choose to do.'
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
And...
It could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'Lips flap flip flop so much.'
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'Flipping lips lick ears to touch,
With venom spiced and nothing nice to say...
Yet quick to pick from empty pockets.'
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
'Woe goes the mogul to spend from thieving.
Wishing to steal more.
To take and not to give.
Or...
Sympathize with those begging.'
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'I see the holes in shoes.'
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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sweet chocolates
who will ever resist
sweet chocolates
we take with
our bare fingers
handing these
chocolates inside
our mouths melting
sweetly these
chocolates in
our tongues
putting heaven
sweet chocolate
so sweet inside
our mouths
playing with
our tongues
guilt food and
sin how do you
really love the
sweetness inside
our mouths
melting with
our tongues
these sweet
chocolates of
hidden sins
burning our souls.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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Chocolates
sweet chocolates
who will ever resist
sweet chocolates
we take with
our bare fingers
handing these
chocolates inside
our mouths melting
sweetly these
chocolates in
our tongues
putting heaven
sweet chocolate
so sweet inside
our mouths
playing with
our tongues
guilt food and
sin how do you
really love the
sweetness inside
our mouths
melting with
our tongues
these sweet
chocolates of
hidden sins
burning our souls.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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Chocolate!
Chocolates, Chocolates, Chocolates,
Milk- chocolate, Mint-chocolate and semi-sweet,
Yummy dark chocolate is such a treat.
Chocolate yoghurt, sauce and chips,
And the chocolate dips,
One can have lot of sips.
Some are hard, some are smooth,
But at times give you saw-tooth,
Chocolate-shake, Hot chocolate are some drinks,
Which makes you wink.
Chocolate to express your love,
Which makes you feel above,
Chocolate to say sorry,
And then no worry.
So is chocolate healthy?
Or is just a mystery?
Or is chocolate a delight?
But, chocolates are just so right.
poem by Anju Addanki

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Men And Women
The women of this domain struck us in the mouth,
The highness of women struck us with their tongue.
A soul clenched in the fist is used for clamping together the brains
Of males and females, for keeping women alive with their tongue.
If their tongue is highly successful then at last we commence
With what may lie underneath us, and trust their cause,
For the votes from the women are highly collectable,
The voting is correct and the domain is vast for men.
poem by Naveed Akram

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the men lost in two worlds
chocolates and
bodies
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo

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his mind sandwiched
between the bodies
and chocolates
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo

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Diamonds In The Mine
The woman in blue, shes asking for revenge,
Man in white -- thats you -- says he has no friends.
The river is swollen up with rusty cans
And the trees are burning in your promised land.
And there are no letters in the mailbox,
And there are no grapes upon the vine,
And there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore,
And there are no diamonds in the mine.
Well, you tell me that your lover has a broken limb,
You say youre kind of restless now and its on account of him.
Well, I saw the man in question, it was just the other night,
He was eating up a lady where the lions and christians fight.
And there are no letters in the mailbox
And there are no grapes upon the vine,
And there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore,
And there are no diamonds in the mine.
(you tell them now)
Ah, there is no comfort in the covens of the witch,
Some very clever doctor went and sterilized the bitch,
And the only man of energy, yes the revolutions pride,
He trained a hundred women just to kill an unborn child.
And there are no letters in the mailbox,
Oh no, there are no, no grapes upon your vine,
And there are, there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore,
And there are no diamonds in your mine,
And there are no letters in the mailbox,
And there are no grapes upon the vine,
And there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore,
And there are no diamonds in your mine.
song performed by by Leonard Cohen

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thank you
sweet words
sweeter than chocolates
not even like ice cream
cool to the tongue
sweetest to the heart
that the mind will always
remember.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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Thank You
thank you
sweet words
sweeter than chocolates
not even like ice cream
cool to the tongue
sweetest to the heart
that the mind will always
remember.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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It is true that women tend to be more identified with their bodies because in this crazy world, both men and women measure women's value as human beings in relationship to their physical appearance.
quote by Andrew Cohen

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No Fault In Women
No fault in women, to refuse
The offer which they most would chuse.
--No fault: in women, to confess
How tedious they are in their dress;
--No fault in women, to lay on
The tincture of vermilion;
And there to give the cheek a dye
Of white, where Nature doth deny.
--No fault in women, to make show
Of largeness, when they're nothing so;
When, true it is, the outside swells
With inward buckram, little else.
--No fault in women, though they be
But seldom from suspicion free;
--No fault in womankind at all,
If they but slip, and never fall.
poem by Robert Herrick

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Ah Lord Eros
Ah Valentine that ferocious bum
Makes women swoon just for fun
Costs me a packet in cards and stamps
And the return is a kiss just to say thanks.
What more would I ask for, now that would be rude
To see you all naked and reacting all crude
First in a maids shift and then as a nurse
or perhaps a stern policewoman what could be worse.
Dear Valentine well man thanks a lot
No one is speaking because I forgot
If it wasn't for you perhaps I'd be rich
with a house full of women not wearing a stitch.
We men have it hard at this time of year
sending out flowers and calling you dear
with tons of chocolates tied with red ribbon
All sorts of goodies, many forbidden.
and then we get told 'Oh but you shouldn't
or get boxed ears because this year we didn't
Its a no win day for men the world round
so again thanks a lot Eros you clown.
Happy Valentine I'll say to you
I hope you enjoy the day and not be blue
Forget all my moaning its all done in fun
I'm sending this love to a wonderful one
Be happy be healthy I'm thinking of you
Imagine some roses and chocolates too
Just think of a little cuddly bear
Then close your eyes and you will see me there.
A kiss and a cuddle and then a big hug
A wonderful dinner and love on the rug
This is your dream and so it should be
Happy Valentine sweetheart to you from me.
poem by Mike Nifton

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We Sinful Women
It is we sinful women
who are not awed by the grandeur of those who wear gowns
who don't sell our lives
who don't bow our heads
who don't fold our hands together.
It is we sinful women
while those who sell the harvests of our bodies
become exalted
become distinguished
become the just princes of the material world.
It is we sinful women
who come out raising the banner of truth
up against barricades of lies on the highways
who find stories of persecution piled on each threshold
who find that tongues which could speak have been severed.
It is we sinful women.
Now, even if the night gives chase
these eyes shall not be put out.
For the wall which has been razed
don't insist now on raising it again.
It is we sinful women
who are not awed by the grandeur of those who wear gowns
who don't sell our bodies
who don't bow our heads
who don't fold our hands together.
[Translated from urdu to english by Rukhsana Ahmed]
poem by Kishwar Naheed

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M & M
before breakfast
i like to see the different colors
of m & m
chocolates inside my tongue
so many of them
as i begin to write the different
colors
inside my
early morning
thoughts
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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The Meek Shall Inherit
Women are searching for their own identities
And rightfully so.
They contribute so much- and that we all know.
From the laymen positions to the greatest professions
To do good is their obsession.
Business women, doctors, lawyers too
They know exactly what they have to do.
Perseverance is the key
To reach their dreams, their realities.
They say the meek shall inherit the earth
Women are taking it for all its worth.
Women do not want to be superior to men
But they don’t want to be inferior neither.
(note: if the lord did take a rib from man to create women
(and as men we do everything to protect our bodies
(that rib also protects us from internal injuries)
If the roles were reversed- what would you do?
Wouldn’t you want recognition too.
In some countries women must cover
Themselves from head to toe.
Then what do they look like? You’ll never know!
Why should they cover what GOD has given
Women s beauties is what makes this life worth living!
The outer beauty may be covered
But the inner beauties have yet to rise.
It can not be covered with any disguise.
Women are not as weak as we think them to be
They have more strength than we could see.
Can men endure the pains of birth as women do?
To all women: “ my hat is off to you”.
The meek shall inherit the earth
I believe it to be true!
BUT MAYBE! It’s the peacemakers?
I’ve thought about that too.
poem by Louis Rams

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A women
Women is
Mother...
Women is
sister...
Women is
Gran maa...
women is
Friend....
Women is
Family...
Women is
Nation...
Women is
World....
Women is
Power of univers...
Univers Also
Power of women...
Women is not only
Women...
A women is
Homeable gods...
A women is
Loveable goodes...
With goodness...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar

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Lazybone...
is there a place in earth where
happiness exists like a mountain
of chocolates and a sea of
brewed coffee?
(Translate as: a happy place
do you still like chocolates? or coffee toffee?)
if such place exists, perhaps i want to go
there and spend some time there
and then i will send you a letter and tell you
that you are not a liar.
(What is the idea really? what is the point?)
you want to know? Figure it out.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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Oil And Blood
In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli
Bodies of holy men and women exude
Miraculous oil, odour of violet.
But under heavy loads of trampled clay
Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood;
Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet.
poem by William Butler Yeats (1928)

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