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Freedom of Love

(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti)

My wife with the hair of a wood fire
With the thoughts of heat lightning
With the waist of an hourglass
With the waist of an otter in the teeth of a tiger
My wife with the lips of a cockade and of a bunch of stars of the last magnitude
With the teeth of tracks of white mice on the white earth
With the tongue of rubbed amber and glass
My wife with the tongue of a stabbed host
With the tongue of a doll that opens and closes its eyes
With the tongue of an unbelievable stone
My wife with the eyelashes of strokes of a child's writing
With brows of the edge of a swallow's nest
My wife with the brow of slates of a hothouse roof
And of steam on the panes
My wife with shoulders of champagne
And of a fountain with dolphin-heads beneath the ice
My wife with wrists of matches
My wife with fingers of luck and ace of hearts

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poem by Andre Breton
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Beauty has no standard

Plump cheeks,
Surging breasts,
Massive buttocks
Fleshy thighs.
It is epic beauty.

Firm cheeks,
Standing breasts,
Bonny buttocks,
Slender thighs,
It is modern beauty.

Beauty reforms according to fashion.
26.04.2002, pkd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Supremacy is the beauty

Chubby lips, plump cheeks, massive breasts, fleshy buttocks,
Blunt nose, hairy skin, coarse hair and black eyes
Are the features the Dravidians inherited from the Negros.
Thin lips, flat cheeks, rounded breasts, slated buttocks,
Long nose, pale skin, silky hair and brown eyes
Are the features Aryan inherited from the White race.
Aryans are held beautiful by their cultural supremacy.
30.11.2000, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Buttocks of Divine Delight (A Whimsey)

O buttocks of divine delight,
You give old ladies such a fright,
They wince and shudder at the sight
Of buttocks shining in the night!

And tits and thighs and pubic hair
Have driven wise men to despair,
But don't they realise the joy
Awaiting every girl and boy?

The time has come to sup the wine,
What's mine is yours, and yours is mine!
Let's mingle minds and bodies too,
Their marriage is now overdue! !

Don't be afraid of Love's sweet pleasure,
It's waiting there for you to treasure,
But the corpse will shiver in the tomb
Far from the comfort of the womb!

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poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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The Ass Speaker Mutant - Part One

Once upon a time, in far away Germany, a happy couple waits for their childs to born.
All is well. All examinations are normal and, finaly, the great day came.
Herr Karl and his wife, Frau Inga, went to the hospital, but, after the childbirth the hospital was surrounded by a terrible rumor.
The newborn was transferred to a restricted nursery and his parents were not allowed to view it.
Herr Karl was angry with the doctors who did not let him see his son.
- It's not possible that's happening something with my son and you don't tell why.
Frau Inga was smarter.
He pretended to be resigned and went to the nursery where her son.
The doctors were left no choice but to tell all to Karl.
- Herr Karl, your son was born with an anomalous formation in his digestive system. We did not want to do it through this. would be easier to give the child as dead.
Frau Inga, finaly arrived at the nursery and found his son, isolated from everything.
- Tell me just once. What has my son? Said Herr Karl, nervous.
- His son was born with the digestive system reversed his anus is in the face, and his mouth is on the buttocks.
Herr Karl was paralyzed.
Frau Inga took his son in his arms, and noticed the strange mouth. A green and fetid secretion ran down a corner. She noted that it was feces. At that moment the baby started crying and her crying came from the buttocks. Startled, she turned and was horrified to discover that the child's mouth was on the butt.
The nurses prevented her and the baby to fall when she fainted.

poem by Aschelminto Da Silva
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Hurry Up Please It's Time

What is death, I ask.
What is life, you ask.
I give them both my buttocks,
my two wheels rolling off toward Nirvana.
They are neat as a wallet,
opening and closing on their coins,
the quarters, the nickels,
straight into the crapper.
Why shouldn't I pull down my pants
and moon the executioner
as well as paste raisins on my breasts?
Why shouldn't I pull down my pants
and show my little cunny to Tom
and Albert? They wee-wee funny.
I wee-wee like a squaw.
I have ink but no pen, still
I dream that I can piss in God's eye.
I dream I'm a boy with a zipper.
It's so practical, la de dah.
The trouble with being a woman, Skeezix,

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poem by Anne Sexton
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Dogs

The first time we met you were a kennel maid,
The first time we met you were a kennel maid,
You gave me a tip I got me forecast paid,
You gave me a tip I got me forecast paid,
You were holding a greyhound in trap number one,
You were holding a greyhound in trap number one,
Your white coat was shining in the afternoon sun.
Your white coat was shining in the afternoon sun.
Now were both together,
Now were both together,
Were never gonna break apart, no no,
Were never gonna break apart, no no,
cause were a happy couple you and me,
cause were a happy couple you and me,
With a greyhound at either knee.
With a greyhound at either knee.
Ill have ten shillings to win on camera flash, young man,
Ill have ten shillings to win on camera flash, young man,
What dogs that, its a deuce, look at it.
What dogs that, its a deuce, look at it.

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The Buttocks

A pretty face strikes,
Stiff breasts strikes.
But spreading buttocks
Are woman’s sexiest part.

(20.06.2004)

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.

quote by Langston Hughes
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Men on t v ware lip stick

Men on t v ware lip stick
But when I do it they call me queer
Men in church ware long black dresses
But when I ware one they call me queer
Men on the football field slap each other
On the buttocks
But when I do it they call me queer.

poem by David E. Patton
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