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About the erotica

Erotica is an art,
And not pornography,
Be it an image or writing.
Erotica has some cues
From where one imagine
And get sexually tuned.
Erotica is not vulgar
In its revelation of parts.
In erotica the mind also
Engages with the body.
You get love and then sex.
Only sex is pornography.
15.01.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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An inheritance

What will the next generation inherit from us?
We have lost everything
From culture to character
From noble literature to sublime art
In the name of culture we have vulgar dance
Imitation is our character
Our literature has lost its charm
And our art is restricted to shoot nude models
What do we have except 'CONFUSION'
For them to inherit?

poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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The curse of beauty

Her beauty
Became
A curse for her
She incited
Much envy from the
Other girls
Where ever
She went
Roving eyes
Followed her
Lewd gestures
Made her angry
Vulgar comments
Felt like
Molten lead in the ears
At times,
She felt like
A helpless prisoner
Quite often,
She cursed

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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Someone’s Daughter

Her mouth is coarse, her lipstick vulgar,
pearl glasses wide as any saucer,
her dress is dark as nakèd night,
her hair is in a sorry plight! -
Enough! - she too’s life’s brick and mortar,
and, flesh for flesh, is someone’s daughter.

© Jonathan Robin 15 January 1969
Someone's Daughter_19690115_Her mouth is coarse ROBIN Jonathan 1947_20xx robi3_0001_robi3_0000 XXX_MXX

poem by Jonathan Robin
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No More Gay

I don't need words as much as words need me,
For I may live in silence; not so words,
Which cannot survive in obscurity.

And oft words lose their true identity
From ill-use of vulgar mouths; blessed words-
Destroyed, defaced, banished to infamy.

O that good men could once again be gay,
Without all the confusion; splendid word
That now must die of neglect- no more gay.

poem by Hm. Nes
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Enkindling Fire

daunting
like shower
of hope best that last
for a lifetime,
thou it always drives
forward to gain
the momentum
of Calvary the stream comes
in the lewd of vulgar
fun

host the cluster
of bones
muscle in the strength
that never be strong,
thou the humble load
the young
in the hood of
every arm

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poem by Antonio Liao
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Written for a Musician

Hungry for music with a desperate hunger
I prowled abroad, I threaded through the town;
The evening crowd was clamoring and drinking,
Vulgar and pitiful--my heart bowed down--
Till I remembered duller hours made noble
By strangers clad in some suprising grace.
Wait, wait my soul, your music comes ere midnight
Appearing in some unexpected place
With quivering lips, and gleaming, moonlit face.

poem by Vachel Lindsay
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When I was young I had an elderly friend who used often to ask me to stay with him in the country. He was a religious man and he read prayers to the assembled household every morning. But he had crossed out in pencil all the passages that praised God. He said that there was nothing so vulgar as to praise people to their faces and, himself a gentleman, he could not believe that God was so ungentlemanly as to like it.

quote by W. Somerset Maugham
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Statements About

Vulgar youngsters have bright approximations,
Approaching the hazards of animations,
Bring about older versions and intimations.
Volumes of literature arrive at proclamations,
Giving a sentience to the humans with exclamations,
Folding information to correct the estimations.
Understanding a goodness may be underestimations,
But less than proud are those with inflammations,
Acts are committed always as defamations.

poem by Naveed Akram
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades

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She dealt her pretty words like Blades—
How glittering they shone—
And every One unbared a Nerve
Or wantoned with a Bone—

She never deemed—she hurt—
That—is not Steel's Affair—
A vulgar grimace in the Flesh—
How ill the Creatures bear—

To Ache is human—not polite—
The Film upon the eye
Mortality's old Custom—
Just locking up—to Die.

poem by Emily Dickinson
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