Aish is all graceful

Be in ultra modern jeans, with hair cropped,
Be in curves with a bikini, with hair cascading,
Be in swimming suit, with hair dripping,
Be in top and middy, with hair thrown back,
Be in velvet chudidhar, with hair hiding the cheeks,
Be in saree and blouse, with hair loosely knotted,
Be with chemise on breasts, with hair permed and ornamented,
Be on cotton saree, with hair made to bun,
Be in half saree and blouse, with hair tightly plaited,
Or be in any fashion that comes into being,
The actress Aish is blooming and beaming,
What not is the fashion or style for Aish, all the grace?
19.10.2000

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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the symbolism that you gave to the poems of Pablo Neruda

your feet hangs on the sand
your body flat
the poems of Pablo are contained in a book
Five Decades of Poetry
on top of your belly just near the center of
your swimming trunks
wet and white

your navel is surrounded by masculine hair
and the book slides just below there

beside is a dark tainted glass
and a bottle of mineral water from Nature Springs

your feet are shaped like the wings of a dove
shielding you from the faint horizon of the sea quite far away

blue clouds faint like hues of sky blue
Half of your body without a face

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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God's Notebook 1: Material Under Declassification

...so the next week
I thought, why not bring
these rather fine elements together

start at the bottom, earth, water...
I gave it a provisional name,
Material Under Declassification

or MUD for short; left it around.
Not much happened.
Then children discovered it, loved it.

Not much progress. So
I added fire. Easy-peasy; hot country
I'd chosen for the lab. Time later
for those colder Northern hearts.

Yes. Had wait a fair mantime; but
it passed like no time at all.
'They' discovered bricks.

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poem by Michael Shepherd
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(Not) June

Days when the days that lay ahead promised affairs
With ultraviolet hues and calm seas and flip-flop pairs
Days when the optimist possibilities of May betided
And beacons of sun-rays gleefully glided
Days when rains promised rainbows afterwards
Then the breeze and the dahlias played hypnotic chords
Days when lips above bikinis and pink roses pouted alike
And shimmered bodies in shimmering water were easy strikes

Those days of the month called June.

But what days are these? They vouch that they belong to June!
They give me pains with gray azure that rains.
Afternoon affairs that have forgotten beaches-
and are confined to beds,
Peacoats cover fake tans and real bruises-
and stockings veil legs that spread
Shrunken lips can’t touch popsicles.
So cappuccinos and mochas are in rage,
Drunken souls have given up on the birds and the bees

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poem by Suyasha Sitaula
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To All The Girls

Nana nanana Nana nanana
Nana nanana

I remember sunny days
Chillin' on the beach
And catchin' rays
Shell toed shoes the girls would wear
Pink bikinis everywhere
Listenin' to CDs after dark
Outkast blastin Rosa Parks
There's so much that we've been through
There's still so much more to do

Growing up can be so strange
But some things will never change
To all the girls that had my back
I'm with you when it's like that

To all the girls that sang along with me
To all the girls where I wanna be

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song performed by Aaron Carter from Another Earthquake!
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A Self-Made Artist

A self-made artist is now on your love,
And like the muse of a cat which leads one at times;
But, my bathing suit is too skimpy!
And, you are the simulating factor on this love.
The Wild-Wild-West! !
Played with the aggressive note on your beauty;
But, cooling up with the muse of love is what i need!
Because, the revealing effect is very important to me.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Nuclear

This is where the summer ends
In a flash of pure destruction, no one wins
Go nuclear. Nuclear.
The violets in my eyelids goin' red
Sentimental geek
Shut up and go to sleep
The calm, the beach and the remains
Of the bathing suits and Porsches all in flames
Go nuclear. Nuclear.
When I saw her and the Yankees lost to the Braves
Sentimental geek
Shut up and go to sleep
Give me an answer

song performed by Ryan Adams
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Seaview Blues.

She stares out at the sea and you
Sit just behind taking in her green
Bikini and her brown hair tied back
In a ponytail and she says he drowned
One night out there someplace stupidly
Drunk after his stag party and hey they
Said hey why don’t walk out in the sea
And so he did and drowned and they
Just stood watching laughing thinking
He was waving out there but he was going
Down once twice thrice and then gone out
Of sight and then she is silent and you say
Nothing because you have no words to put
To the tragic tale and as you sit and stare
Taking in her cute butt and lovely curves
And tied back hair you think but do not
Say I’m glad I didn’t drown out there.

poem by Terry Collett
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My Funny Sunny Holiday!

At first, my trip to sunny France
Was simply for some wild romance,
Away from folks at home I'd miss
While some French girl I'd soon kiss-kiss!

So off I flew upon the plane
Till almost reaching Sunny Spain,
But landing still on France's soil,
With temperatures still set to boil!

At dead of night, we all arrived,
Just thanking God, we'd all survived
And from the journey in the coach
Our half-built hotel to approach!

Our rooms sufficed to suit our needs
And I slept well from all these deeds...
When I awoke, the beach called me!
So off I went to sun and sea...

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poem by Denis Martindale
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La lyra es, telemann, suite

You were wearing a polka dot one piece
Got your pic
From that white sand beach
You look smaller this time
The sadness is not visible
On your face smiling at the
Digital camera

Got your pic

My own pick
Is the sound of the lyre
On polka dot
On a polka dot one piece
Hiding the bruises
In your breasts

There is really no sense
There is really no sense

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Forever in Boots

Swimming costume, bib and tucker
Stonewashed jeans or three-piece suits
Never going to be, a tidy looker
I am the man, forever in boots

Funerals, parties or weddings
Working days or evening pursuits
Planting flowers in their beddings
I am the man, forever in boots

I want to be forever in boots
I wear boots on land or sea
I can be a miserable old coot
If you hide my boots from me

In the ring wearing boxing boots
On a horse in my riding boots
At the riverside in Wellington boots
Happy to be the man, forever in boots

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poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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That's What Makes America Cool, You Know?

With apology to Bruce Willis...

we don't wrap our women up in burkas,
we like bikinis on the beach,
we invented hula hoops and frisbees,
we tolerate what anyone may preach,
we got chicken in every pot,
cars in every parking lot,
that's what makes America cool, you know?

we can only smoke cigarettes on the street,
we strap our babies down in a car seat,
if you come here you will learn,
we're cautious at every turn,
every chick and dude knows all about health food,
we play rock and roll with attitude,
that's what makes America cool, you know?

for the most part we win the wars we fight,
for the most part we know wrong from right,

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poem by Richard Jarboe
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Sun-Bathing In St. Kilda's Beach (Melbourne)

People from cold regions visit the beaches
in Tamil Nadu during the Summer.
we can see them lie in the hot Sun
wearing hot bikinis and reading some books.
They are careless of the ravenous looks
of the local pillocks, who are watching
with rapt attention, which they didn't have
in classes, where the teachers cried and danced.
Even if they are gored by bulls, they won't divert their looks.
They observe the good manners of the foreigners.

A visit to St. Kilda's beach in Melbourne
made me astonished. Full of Adams and Eves
with thin transparent bottoms and tops.
They are from all over the world lying in the sand,
taking wines and a few swimming in the calm sea.
The mesmerized lovers keep kissing uninterrupted.
Plaintive voice of the lovers being scared of the society
Can't be heard; no play of gooseberries to disturb.
No plague of the pimps. No tempting looks or lures.

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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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In The Swimming Pool In The Park

Your sister called her
the girl in the red beret

and there she was
in the outdoor

swimming pool
in the park

her gran sitting
in the stands knitting

and Janice saw you
and said

Fancy seeing you here
can you swim?

You stood
in the shallow end

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poem by Terry Collett
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Eve

By water's edge, quiet willows stand,
And from the steep bank, high noon flings
White fleecy clouds into the pond
As if they were a fisher's seines.

The firmament sinks like a net,
A crowd of sunburnt bathers dive
With yells into the pond, and head
For this elusive netlike sky.

Some women from the water rise
Under the scanty willows' lee,
And stepping on the sand, wring dry
Their bathing costumes hurriedly.

The coils of fabric twist and slide
Like water-snakes, and nimbly roll,
As if the dripping garments hide
Beguiling serpents in their folds.

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poem by Boris Pasternak
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Nothing Is More Beautiful Than a Woman

The spring flowers ranked distant third,
Because they cannot conceivably smile,
Though they possess a beauteous style.
The peacock, at times, behaves like a nerd,
She cannot sing like Whitney Houston,
She occasionally complains that in Boston,
It is too cold even during springtime,
When the newlyweds start having a good time.

Nothing is more beautiful than a woman,
What came second is a romantic poem,
With a lot of ' Je t'aime, je t'aime'
Which can put to sleep men and children;
A beautiful poem that can lure the siren
Of the sea to come ashore on the hot sand
To find love, a light breeze, where the band
Serenades beachgoers wearing tight bikinis.
Oh! God, I feel so good when I sneeze.

Nothing is more beautiful than a woman.

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poem by Hebert Logerie (March 2012)
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Girls! Girls! Girls!

(words & music by jerry leiber - mike stoller)
Girls, goin swimming,
Girl, in bikinis,
A walkin and wigglin by, yay, yay, yay
Girls, on the beaches,
Girls, oh, what a peaches,
So pretty, lord I could cry
Im just a red blooded boy
And I cant stop thinkin about
Girls, sailin sailboats,
Girls, water skiin,
Theyll drive me out of my mind, yay, yay, yay
Girls, big and brassy,
Girls, small and sassy,
Just give me one of each kind
Im just a red blooded boy
And I cant stop thinkin about
Girls! girls! girls! girls!
And when I pick up a sandwich too much
A crunchy crunchety

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song performed by Elvis Presley
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Sweet summer Days

Summer Days
The beginning of the vacation of that you laugh
Your freedom from the asylum of so called school
The time to have fun
The only time to enjoy life
The time to get everything together and plan things
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The United States where all the action happens
You let all you feeling out and explore them in private
You get use to new things and change
You get active and spend all your time with the ones you love
Planning trips and strengthening relationships
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Summer sun with its heat
All the hot shirtless guys with the sweaty shinny muscles
All the attractive slender busty women with there small bikinis
The rare occasional summer rains
The wind rustling threw your windows
The storms of lovely dark nightly gray skies
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poem by Marcellus Watts
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Racial Abuse

The Aussies might practise racial abuse
on those who in public places embrace and kiss.
To kick and punch the brown they seem resolute
from stopping them, the rhythm of life, they pollute.
It is not charming if the black show the bikini-lines.

At times, some vandals break in the zoos
slaughter the birds and animals,
shut in enclosures, curtailing the freedom
and walk to home carrying these eatables.
They are good foodies of hamburgers and wines.
How long they eat surfeiting fork in all the foods!

The Aussies amaze at the Chinese
working in lap-tops and doing electronic goods.
How swift-footed in markets and hotels!
The Aussies seek perfection of the Chinese
in looting the gold medals in the Olympics.
Could the secrets slip out of those hearts?

poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Tonight at Noon (for Charles Mingus and the Clayton Squares)

Tonight at noon
Supermarkets will advertise 3d EXTRA on everything
Tonight at noon
Children from happy families will be sent to live in a home
Elephants will tell each other human jokes
America will declare peace on Russia
World War I generals will sell poppies in the streets on November 11th
The first daffodils of autumn will appear
When the leaves fall upwards to the trees

Tonight at noon
Pigeons will hunt cats through city backyards
Hitler will tell us to fight on the beaches and on the landing fields
A tunnel full of water will be built under Liverpool
Pigs will be sighted flying in formation over Woolton and Nelson will
not only get his eye back but his arm as well
White Americans will demonstrate for equal rights in front of the Black House
and the Monster has just created Dr Frankenstein

Girls in bikinis are moonbathing

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poem by Adrian Henri
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