I don't like my physique at all.
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In his image
god creates the physique
as a compass
to him
the body a sanctum
to cultivate
the soul
god creates the physique
as a guide to
finetune his soul
god creates the physique
a tool to upgrade the
vibrations of the soul
in order that it can fit
nicely into the mould of god
god creates the physique
to see how far man
can veer away from him
the physique a piano
songs of the soul
are played
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Quart Pot Creek
On an evening ramble lately, as I wandered on sedately,
Linking curious fancies, modern, mediaeval, and antique—
Suddenly the sun descended, and a radiance ruby-splendid,
With the gleam of water blended, thrilled my sensitive physique—
Thrilled me, filled me with emotion to the tips of my physique,
Fired my eye, and flushed my cheek.
Heeding not where I was going, I had wandered, all unknowing,
Where a river gently flowing caught the radiant ruby-streak;
And this new-found stream beguiling my sedateness into smiling,
Set me classically styling it with Latin names and Greek,
Names Idalian and Castalian, such as lovers of the Greek
Roll like quids within their cheek.
On its marge was many a burrow, many a mound, and many a furrow,
Where the fossickers of fortune play at Nature's hide-and-seek;
And instead of bridge to span it, there were stepping-stones of granite,
And where'er the river ran, it seemed of hidden wealth to speak.
Presently my soul grew stronger, and I, too, was fain to speak:—
I assumed a pose plastique.
“Stream,” said I, “I'll celebrate thee! Rhymes and rhythms galore await thee!
In the weekly ‘poet's corner’ I'll a niche for thee bespeak:
But, to aid my lucubration, thou must tell thine appellation,
Tell thy Naiad-designation—for the journal of next week—
Give thy sweet Pactolian title to my poem of next week.
Whisper, whisper it—in Greek!”
But the river gave no token, and the name remained unspoken,
Though I kept apostrophising till my voice became a shriek;—
When there hove in sight the figure of a homeward veering digger,
Looming big, and looming bigger, and ejecting clouds of reek—
In fuliginous advance emitting clouds of noisome reek
From a tube beneath his beak.
“Neighbour mine,” said I, “and miner,”—here I showed a silver shiner—
“For a moment, and for sixpence, take thy pipe from out thy cheek.
This the guerdon of thy fame is; very cheap indeed the same is;
Tell me only what the name is—('tis the stream whereof I speak)—
Name the Naiad-name Pactolian! Digger, I adjure thee, speak!”
Quoth the digger, “Quart Pot Creek.”
Oh, Pol! Edepol! Mecastor! Oh most luckless poetaster!
I went home a trifle faster in a twitter of a pique;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living rhyming being
Ever yet was cursed with seeing, in his poem for the week,
Brook or river made immortal in his poem for the week,
With such name as “Quart Pot Creek!”
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poem by James Brunton Stephens
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Concrete
[intro]
A the gal them international dj comin
Through, so yow!
Respect due all the man
Them inna the street but the gal inna me fleet
[chorus]
Woman you physique concrete
Cant delete you fat
Because you buff up complete
24 hours seven days of the week
Want you listen to me voice when it come true the speaker
Move pon you feet
[x2]
[verse 1]
Well I got to give thanks and praises
Fel the gal them
Fel the gal them lingerie laces
Fel the gal them quietest of faces
We take them out to hype places
And take them back to we bases
Because we wet them oasis
Wet them oasis me go so
A sean paul we biggin up the gal them
Design
We mark them out oten who gave
The biggest design
Me seek and me find which one ago be mine
Sent from above you know them well define
[chorus]
Woman you physique concrete
Cant delete you fat
Because you buff up complete
24 hours seven days of the week
Want you listen to me voice when it come true the speaker
Move pon you feet
[x2]
[verse 2]
So what is the hold up
You want your body control up
Den come and jump on me pole up
Is why you acting so cold up
Hold on make me stone up
And tiger bone up and roll up
And get me sittin well grown up
And den you started to monk up
Catch it woman you know you got the body
Man a watch it
And everytime you pass pon the road
You a flash it
A so we get fi know say that you physically fit
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Psychological Warfare
This above all remember: they will be very brave men,
And you will be facing them. You must not despise them.
I am, as you know, like all true professional soldiers,
A profoundly religious man: the true soldier has to be.
And I therefore believe the war will be over by Easter Monday.
But I must in fairness state that a number of my brother-officers,
No less religious than I, believe it will hold out till Whitsun.
Others, more on the agnostic side (and I do not contemn them)
Fancy the thing will drag on till August Bank Holiday.
Be that as it may, some time in the very near future,
We are to expect Invasion ... and invasion not from the sea.
Vast numbers of troops will be dropped, probably from above,
Superbly equipped, determined and capable; and this above all,
Remember: they will be very brave men, and chosen as such.
You must not, of course, think I am praising them.
But what I have said is basically fundamental
To all I am about to reveal: the more so, since
Those of you that have not seen service overseas—
Which is the case with all of you, as it happens—this is the first time
You will have confronted them. My remarks are aimed
At preparing you for that.
Everyone, by the way, may smoke,
And be as relaxed as you can, like myself.
I shall wander among you as I talk and note your reactions.
Do not be nervous at this: this is a thing, after all,
We are all in together.
I want you to note in your notebooks, under ten separate headings,
The ten points I have to make, remembering always
That any single one of them may save your life. Is everyone ready?
Very well then.
The term, Psychological Warfare
Comes from the ancient Greek: psycho means character
And logical, of course, you all know. We did not have it
In the last conflict, the fourteen-eighteen affair,
Though I myself was through it from start to finish. (That is point one.)
I was, in fact, captured—or rather, I was taken prisoner—
In the Passchendaele show (a name you will all have heard of)
And in our captivity we had a close opportunity
(We were all pretty decently treated. I myself
Was a brigadier at the time: that is point two)
An opportunity I fancy I was the only one to appreciate
Of observing the psychiatry of our enemy
(The word in those days was always psychology,
A less exact description now largely abandoned). And though the subject
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poem by Henry Reed
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Divine pleasure and vengeance
the physique
nails me down
to live its own
the soul trails
every sphere
my eyes see
the prison the
physique is in
i could be rainbow
the spring,
the trees that
start budding
to turn green
or the lightning
that gives way
to roaring thunder
my physique is
a pen to record
divine pleasure
and vengenace
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Only once in one's lifetime
when i die the physique
would be like a country
i had visited, savoured
all its its cultures, tastes,
nooks and corners, foibles,
dos and donts
the physique is
one country one
should experience
to to the full since
one would only visit it
once in a lifetime
then like it is
created specially for us,
its air will be exhaust,
and one would has just
to leave, to give it rest
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Shades Of The Devil
like a flute
carved
to be
blown in
the correct way
this physique
is built to
work wonders
tell a little lie
set in all
schemes for evil
your aura
turns sour
your voice
switches
innocence
and you walk
the way of sins
this physique
like a flute
is built for beauty
blow it the wrong way
breathe it with evil
it will echo lucifer
in the hearts of all
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Cave Men
still at the cave of existence
we plod on with our breaths
our intelligence
we call the cavemen names
the peking man, the perak man
what would the world label us
say in the same number of years
between us and the peking man?
man in the cave of universe
hogging on to a physique they
could not even get to really own?
disceptions at every end of the hair
burning the fire of disappointments?
what would you call them? Us?
the Trapped men, may be?
trapped in the cave of their own existence
- this physique that can be refashioned
to carry nothing but us
i fancy living without the bothersome
constituent and time has the technology to
help us make the switch
fancy us greeting each other
turning round and round in space
as we transfer our nature into
the sun, moon, earth and everything
that springs from it
spiralling men
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Everything springs to life
the whole creation
is life - the stars,
moons, planets
shuttling through
an eternal process
guided by a mind -
the one that also
controls our heart,
hands and feet
lotuses that waves
to sun inch by inch
till they are majestic
blooms embracing
all angles of eternity
the answer of creation
lies in the heart of men
his whole physique
god's blue print of
of his manifestations
stars and planets
seas and rivers
shutte through this physique
a magnificent black
hole calmly sits atop
give the eternal mind
some space and
everything springs - to life!
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Hardly Perfect
when god says
he loves man
in his holy books
he really does
having created
him in his own image
and something of his stature
this intelligence that carries
a physique to learn
the ways to become semi god
one day to be as god is
without a physique
but possessing
all the necessary knowledge
to meet god
the bamboo that shoots
straight into the sky
is to guide the soul
to be upright,
to persevere
in what one does
thank god for
the great metaphor
for the the mind
creatures in the sky,
land and sea
god's clues to man
that this vast expanse of
creation is for them
they could be in all realms
if they just look into
the his mechanics for
these creatures
the butterflies, bees
and blooms
that like attracts like
a healthy mind
attracts healthy friends
that in turn spread
sweetness around
the cat in his strides
that men too could be
as agile if they
keep slim and vigil
of the torsos
the moon and twinkling stars
there is hope in the sky
full of hope
deliverance
from the mundane
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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Living witnesses
do we ever die?
the planets and suns
were all once - living beings
they found an alternative way
to live and we are the living witnesses
one day we will too be able to
give up this physique to let the
fire in us be the sun
our spirituality the mountains and the universe
our intelligence the moon
breathe the breeze
our veins and arteries
the rivers and streams
our nature the four seasons
and our love - running creatures
who too would live to share our destiny
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do we ever die?
a question gawking
at us like a million stars
are they harbingers
of good news? glittering
with promises of a life beyond?
that the planets and suns
were all once - living beings?
who have scored high with
an alternative way to live?
are we the living witnesses
of their love, waiting only
to be inspired? so that one day
we too will be able to give up
a cumbersome physique to let the
fire in us be the sun
our spirituality the mountains
and the universe
our intelligence the moon
veins and arteries
the rivers and streams
our nature the four seasons
and our love - running creatures
who too would live to share our destiny?
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Meditation
this physique if you wish to prove
it's another entity is to close your eyes
and start seeing yourself from the lowest down
it immediately becomes a shocker of a realm
as you start from your anus, the intestines,
the armpits, the waxes in the ears
a whole body lying so still its separateness
echoes and reverberates through you
but as you observe more you soon fall
in love with it and cultivate a respect for it
the graphic detail that the physique
points itself out to you
the hair that shows your breed
curling to every iorta of your belief
and ounce of knowledge
your eyelids that without fail
open and lose the windows
of your other self
your luscious nipples, your body
contours that could raise a tidal
wave of desires among humanity
you soon realise that you have
a whole realm to contain and
like a lotus that opens itself every dawn
to a realm of sensual trappings
in its composed, upright and
meditative demeanor, you too can
do the same without being caught
in a tailspin of desires of your immediate other realm
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Poem about Poetry - Adam's first poem after the fall
i did not know sin meant chains
so full of them all over my physique
and i did not know the deceptive apple
could lead to this woeful state
only god now is boundless freedom
the paradise boundless freedom
rhe sky boundless freedom
the sea boundless freedom
and to enjoy all these now in chain,
boundless the hurt is the heart
injurious chain on every inch of my physique
that jolts me for their wants
every minute of the day
and to know that i will pass this chain
down to every of my offsprings
binding them down to earth
till they become just dust and bones
chained, chained, chained,
this hateful long chain the devil spawned
that laid end to end
could snake its way round the world
this hateful chain that circles the body
imprisons it, hurtful as red hot iron
how stealthily it works day by day
tightening its grip
till i am wrinkled, bent, and bedridden
till only the last breath would release me
of its curse
this chain that torture me for wordly needs
oh god, how hateful you are
to bind me in these red hot chains! ! !
note:
chain refers to the blood vessels round our body
they indeed resemble a chain
as never did adam experience hunger
until this chain exacted its wants
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The real master
a part of me
i could name you
all their functions
a part of me
i could not fathom
the master
behind them all
the same master
works the lotus
each morn
petal by petal
little by little
till it dances
like a pretty lass
the water
when it drips its last
from the world
i too would follow suit
when the master
thinks it time for
all the blooms
to call it a day
and say goodbye
i too would follow suit
the plants, water, light
and me are one
as blood is to this physique
me bound to the world
tight as steel
though free to roam
mother and child
when the conscious part,
the physique go
i join the trees, water, and the master
to work his world
late grandma
see she is now a row of seeds
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Life is not so bad if you have plenty of luck, a good physique and not too much imagination.
quote by Christopher Isherwood
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Life is not so bad if you have plenty of luck, a good physique and not too much imagination.
quote by Christopher William Bradshaw Isherwood
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A great figure or physique is nice, but it's self-confidence that makes someone really sexy.
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I Love Your Brain
He was hurting for the answers
He was serving up the questions
He was searching for a guru he was lucky that he knew you
When I saw your fine physique I was into you like a train
And I love it when you speak youre so urbane
Oh, I love your brain
Yes, I love your brain
Ooh, I love your brain
Im gonna say it again
Love your brain
Its a beautiful brain
I wanna be with your brain
I wanna sleep with your brain
She was looking like a roman
She was cooking it with fire
She was talking right to me
And I couldnt unglue me
Though I am no duke of earl you are my chatelaine
I love the way the world drives you insane
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Sweet Sassy Lady
Maurice white, wayne vaugh, wanda vaughn & lisa vaughn
She came to me one sleepless night
And took me on a 3-d flight
We went to outer space
The sky became a movie screen
Our bodies moved in and out the galaxy
She took my heart into her hand
And signed her name with a flame
Im not the same
Sweet sassy lady, I really let you get to me
Sweet sassy lady, I cant resist your energy
Want you in my life, my life, my life
Got to get you in my life, my life girl
The sun came up, she disappeared
But left a clue that she was here
I knew wed meet again
Id know her by her sassy moves
That mean physique, baby what
It does to me
Ill let you in on something else
Ill maky my move, real soon
Sweet sassy lady, I really let you get to me
Sweet sassy lady, I cant resist your energy
Want you in my life, my life, my life
Got to get you in my life, my life girl
Fancy walk and a smooth talking baby
Is what I want from my sweet sassy lady
Now does that turn you on
Lady of thousand dreams, in a magazine
On a movie screen
Lady of a thousand flights, riding through the night
Come and change my life
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Shes My Baby
Maxi jazz:
Mmm, come to papa
I see you working,
Through the beat curtain in the kitchen.
Switchin, leavin me twitchin,
Im itchin to be kissin you
But discipline is the rule,
So I sit my own juicy [? ? ] in that cool sheet
Irresistible
We fool around twice a week, she make me weak
Nice when she put her tongue in my cheek
Not petite, baby got a large physique
She take charge, take me where I dare not repeat
I go ... like a hi-hat, plantin kisses on your back
You like that, mrs. x, reputation intact
Nobody in my block know were like down like that
And the next flat, one down from where I live with my mum
And uncle john, he aint my uncle when its been far too long
But me and she been going strong, almost a year
Wait til the coast is clear, I dont bolt for fear of getting caught
Maybe we ought to start, maybe not
For now, my baby gets all I got
Boom, how come we always trash the room?
Grab your coat cause you know someonell be home soon
And now you see there be a need to explain gently
Why this mother of three is playin games with me
Shes my baby
(yeah)
Shes my baby
Chorus:
Shes my baby (2x), sweets my baby
Shes my baby (2x), sweets my baby
Maxi jazz:
Im a slave to your outrage
Rocket rocks give shocks, and a row cage
Color-coded alloys, much noise, [? ? ] poise
Exalt enough to know the roots of old age
Yes yes. who got the keys to my rs
As we goin on a road test, hit the m4 and head west
Forever impressed, with the sound of my two-liter
We cover ground, engine singin like anita baker
And if I take a corner too quick you get sick, when I do my handbrake
Trick
Watch me ride, me broadsides wide like a battleship
Side slip, push, only hip, stick it in gear and get the gas uplift
It never failed to bring a grin to the limb
Babys equipped
Me and she gone clear
I got quick reduction on my understeer
I been fairly and squarely described as hairy
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song performed by Faithless
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