I don't need much coaxing.
quote by Carla Bley
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first hanami
coaxing the spring child
to smile
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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As Mankind consumes
Everything, it’s Coaxing Mother
Nature’s wrath to sting! '
haiku by Ken e Hall
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As Mankind consumes
Everything, it’s Coaxing Mother
Nature’s wrath to sting! '
haiku by Ken e Hall
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Love – self-flowing
Let her be free of coaxing,
Whom you love ardently.
To you if she returns,
She is then only yours.
Love is not a demandable
commodity. Be worthwhile.
07.08.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dazzling Hues
Golden sunshine goes streaming down the hills,
Lighting those slender, beaming daffodils.
Warming breezes skilfully wend their way,
Coaxing flowers to elegantly sway.
Spring whose colours boast such splendid views,
Tantalise the eyes with dazzling hues.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Angel's Kiss
being kissed awake by an angel
her bright beauty enfolding
gently coaxing to come
leading you to greet the dawn
first rays of sunlight
kissing your bare skin
her love, bright as the sun
like wings cover your nakedness
this heavenly gift of love
in your arms, yours to adore
poem by Persian Khushi
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Smile
Smile: It is an expression of love that seeks a rapport with a loved one;
A dawn of mercy that, after coaxing and pleading, emerges from the beloved;
A sunshine that rips the gloominess of the loving one, a melody to a desperate soul;
A radiating hope, to the one wandering in dark, from the woman of one’s pursuit;
A spontaneous one, an involuntary one, more a reflection of one’s inner heart.
05.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Now And Then
It's a sweet mystery of life...
How you decrease the distance
Between two points
By swallowing my smiles
Devouring my words
Sparking endorphins
Coaxing bits of sensuality
Out of thin air
Then handing them to me
With love
Suddenly
Life tastes sweeter...
December 1,2011
By: Theodora (Theo) Onken
poem by Theodora Onken
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Black Bruises III
I can wallow under the blackness,
the quietude underwater
coaxing to a surmised fray
I can endure the insipidness
sleuthing senescence arrive,
sleuthing balmy perfumes,
sleuthing cigarette kisses,
sleuthing ablaze kerosene,
sleuthing sly putrefactions,
sleuthing unawake buds,
sleuthing old handkerchiefs,
sleuthing ruffled pillowcases;
but am I the only one smelling
these black bruised fragrances?
poem by Norman Santos
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Glissando of the Marionette's Strings
Impasse the futile grounds
A contorted plane by a contortionist
And a dancer the city crowned
A marionette played the optimist
Who breathe but does not live
Must she resign this grief?
Detest all that she believed?
End the direst and seek "what if? "
Docile plastic limbs are stringed
Steady your temporal haggling
Take this marionette under your wings
Underneath a promising coaxing
poem by Norman Santos
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Call of the Sea
The call of the sea
haunts me wherever.
Beckoning coaxing
haunting ever haunting.
Soft as the voice of a siren
wafting on the wind.
Whispering in the waves
luring tempting.
On the beach.
Wet fingers of the surf
reaching pulling.
Ever patient ever persistent.
The salt seasoned wind
seeks me out.
It with temptation
subtly saturates my senses.
Only when I return
to the call of the sea.
Only when I answer
will it be silenced.
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Espinada (Love Poem)
You lie in bed and close your eyes,
Your heart beats fast as you fantasise,
The restless feelings deep inside begin,
Hot as his fingers trace across your skin,
Over the hills and valleys his magic touch,
That exquisite burning fire you love so much,
Lips taste your passion wet musk perfume,
The urgent coaxing of the flower to bloom,
You lust on fire for him to take you over,
Thrust deep and bring you - oh so clever,
The thorns of pleasure - searing height,
As two are one and perfect is the night.
poem by Ian Beckett
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On Dreamer's Hill
On dreamer's hill I often sit,
And let the fantasies appear,
By gentle coaxing, the mind is lit,
With images so very clear.
I travel off to another time,
And browse amongst each fertile thought,
To find a dream that's of such prime,
Which all imagination's caught.
To unknown scenes, I sally forth,
Encountering people who there abide,
And whether it's of calmness or of wrath,
One never cares, one can simply glide,
Along in the dream which has constant flow,
For no action of mine can alter one mite,
The way I'm transported, and I never know,
On dreamer's hill, my next dream's flight.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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An untimely death of a flower bud
A rare fragrance in the garden
and a passer-by wasp in the vicinity
never trustworthy,
heard the poor virgin flower's whispering anthem.
The cruel honey eater never miss a chance.
With his coaxing manner
approached her.
She cannot cry or shout as she was mesmerized
and prostrated helplessly.
The following morning
a kind bee found her soft petals were scattered
all over the ground.
Dedication to all the victims who were suffered in concentration camps.
My special features Anne Frank & Etty Hillstorm for their literary prodigy of the diaries.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Flying (Love Poem)
I travel into your liquid eyes this evening
Your smile just makes my grey day bright
Touch, with a feeling more than closeness
Tenderly coaxing the gentle flower to bloom.
I taste your sweeter than honey lips now
Your beating heart makes mine miss a beat
Loving, with a passion more than blood
Tingling temptation as the petals open now.
I feel your body closer than skin tonight
Your fingers desire claw me to you again
Passion, flying together in time and space
Deafening tranquillity as two become one.
poem by Ian Beckett
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A Molested Porcupine On My Head
Regarding the daily disintegration of my bad haircut
in awed astonishment, the moth-eaten ends forming
the outline of a badly battered mop
No amount of hair-spray, coaxing and determined blow-
waving can save the mutilated hair from resembling a
molested porcupine nestling on my head
Even greater my fascinated discovery that hubby thinks my
hair looks good, I made five backward somersaults in my
shock at his heresy, how strange the world
That he should like my Last-Of-The-Mohicans outline today,
I suppose I’m not a crocodile any more, more an electrified
hedgehog from now on...
poem by Margaret Alice
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Past is Past
Is it?
imposible to forget
forgive and live well
so much pain
so much endured
unspoken words
unspoken truths
hiding the pain
trust no one
hide behind veil of lies
wash away tracks in rain
forgive self for running away
forget not the evil display
jealousy and envy
prying, coaxing
whicked threatening
searching here
searching there
keeping head down
they cheat they decieve
accusing innocence
better to hide face and keep away
from all the madness and pain
poem by Persian Khushi
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Pearl
Feelin like New Orleans oyster grit
Hungover down in the lowly pit
Me and a shuckin crackin shell bit
Givin the grindin pucker mouth spit
Head is all hazy and hot, not lit
Only light is a musty shanty eye slit
Wearin a worn and torn sleeveless knit
In the total dank dark, hunkered I sit
All around foul smellin nasty stuff
Standin up against all odds, can't quit
Coaxing my saxophone's weeping fit
Lryics from a two beat muffled rhyme wit
The nodding and tapping means a pearl hit
Not like some crazy dreamt up skit
This is real…this is it
poem by Paul H Nelson
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An unworthy soul....
My inner self, my soul was misbehaving that day,
not being body friendly, wanting to escape, to go.
It didn't like the daily grind, the commute to work,
felt rebellious and used, was discontent and bored.
It was, in fact, a very disobedient, unworthy soul,
a fractious, most ungrateful, mutinous soul,
a nasty, moody, inconsiderate monster of a soul
that wasn't worth cajoling, or placating,
that wasn't worth humouring or coaxing
or buttering up or sweet talking, to.
No, I didn't want to save my soul
so I stopped a passing devil
and craftily, most cannily sold it to him,
not wishing to save the little bastard at all.
poem by Ruth Walters
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When Memory ...
When memory of bygone days
My spirit would detain
Down long and often trodden ways
I travel the past again.
Above your house are lit as then
The same bright stars of old,
That shone those summer evenings when
My passion's tale I told.
And through the branches' silver lace
The moon peers from above.
As when midst lovers' warm embrace
We whispered of our love.
Our hearts a solemn vow then took
To love for ever and aye;
While tenderly the lilac shook
Its blossoms on our way.
Could ever such a love as ours
In night's oblivion wane,
While still among the thirsty flowers
The bubbling springs complain;
While still above the woods asleep
The moon her journey plies;
While still your lips their beauty keeps
And coaxing are your eyes?
poem by Mihai Eminescu
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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