My valor is certainly going, it is sneaking off! I feel it oozing out as it were, at the palms of my hands!
quote by Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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It's Oozing...
I am loving the feel
Of the way
It is oozing...
Wet and Warm,
Soft and Tender,
White and Clear
With a misty smell
Nature's Spell -
Feel at home
With the way
It is oozing...
Drop by Drop,
Flows and Stops
Flows again...
Stops to Pause
And makes me feel
Like an amorous woman.
And then it again
Oozes...
I love the smell
You would too
On such oozing days
I really miss you.
I am sure, you would
Love the taste of it too.
Though I leave it to you
How you would like to
Lip it, Sip it,
Savouring...
Every dropp of it.
Come to me,
When you are thirsty
And I'll quench you.
Do let me know
How best I can serve you.
Would you like to
Follow me down
To drink me divine
From my oozing Yoni?
Or
Would you like to
Explore, finger and feel,
The source of all my oozes,
The smell of all that amuses
The oozing woman in me,
And the thirsting man in you?
Pray, do let me know
How you want to explore -
And I'll take you to the Forest
Deep down there...
And amongst the many,
Soft and tender, supple and slender,
Layers and layers of love and warmth,
You will savour the taste,
The feel and the smell,
Of Nature's Spell -
That succulent, juicy
Nectar of mine
The oozing Amrit
Of my dripping Yoni.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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These Hands
Given by God -are these hands!
One can do many things -with these hands
With love one can help a strangers' hands-
Allay and comfort the elders' gnarled hands
Clean sweep and mop with these hands
Decorate and embellish with these hands
Cook and serve food to all with these hands
Clasp a loved one with these hands
Applaud one with pleasure with these hands
Dig the soil and form a garden with these hands
Hold a book to read with these hands
Write and post a card with these hands
Type a poem to cheer someone with these hands
Draw a picture and sew clothes with these hands
Paint a beautiful scene to amuse with these hands
Play a game of volley ball or cricket with these hands
Swim the waters and row a boat with these hands
Pick the harvests and fruits with these hands
Feed the animals and birds with these hands
Seek the warmth of dear ones with these hands
Feel the soft petals of a flower with these hands
Fold the palms to pray with these hands
Given by God - are these hands!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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In The Hands Of Man
If the hearts opaque
Not ever yearns for
A concerted evidence
To hold captive
Wonders of this claim
Stands at ease even
In states unborn and
Accents yet unknown
In the palms of man
Where evil recedes from
Multitudes Incompetence
Becomes the ascendancy
In the hands of man
Where harmony turns
Out to be a prospect
Persistence ever renders
A certainty
In the palms of man
Where familiarity always
Breeds contempt
Indecision surrenders as
Thief of time
In the hands of man
One's entitlement wither
Just as one sighs for relief
In the hands of fellow man
Repercussions assumes the
Spectrum of day light
In the hands of man
poem by Prince Kenny Osei
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Put The Finger On You
I put the finger on you
My hands all out of control
I cant stop it getting down on you
Its moving on its own accord
Yes, Ive got fire in my finger tips
Radiating onto you
I cant control it, cant even hold it
Its knocking on your door
And you know what its for
Chorus:
I put the finger right on you
I put the finger right on you
You put your finger on me too
Then I put the finger, I put the finger
Yeah I put the finger, I put the finger
I put the finger on you for sure
Its the key to unlocking your door, dont you know
Ive broken through your security
My hands aint tied no more, you better watch out
I cant control it, cant even hold it
Speaking up for pleasure
You can feel it on your ankle
Feel it on your knee
Feel it on your thigh
Can you feel me?
Chorus
I cant control it, cant even hold it
Sneaking up on your front door
You can feel it on your ankle
Feel it on your knee
Feel it on your thigh
Can you feel me?
Put it - right on you
Ill do it if you want me to
Can I put it?
I put the finger on you
I hit the spot
song performed by by AC-DC
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Open Palms
morning demands
the laying of open palms
on the table
and the palms agree
and then the wind comes
and took all the lines away
the hands do not mind
this is the last day of the body
the heart is full of joy
the mind has no word
the eyes close
and the lips finally sealed
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lovehunter
(coverdale/moody/marsden)
I need a woman to treat me good
And give me everything a good woman should
Everyday and every night
Shed be waiting on her brown-eyed boy
To come and treat her right
Im a love hunter baby
Sneaking up on you,
Im a love hunter baby
Sneaking up on you
Im gonna give you all my loving
And use my tail on you
In my time Ive been a back door man,
Ive taken everything I could
But, Ive given all I can
I dont want no woman
To weep or moan,
Im looking for a sweet heartbreaker
And Im never gonna leave her alone
Im a love hunter baby
Sneaking up on you,
Im a love hunter baby
What you gonna do?
Im gonna give you all my loving
And use my tail on you
Im a love hunter baby
Sneaking up on you,
Im a love hunter baby
What you gonna do?
Im gonna give you all my loving
And use my tail on you
cos Im a love hunter baby,
Im a love hunter baby...
Im a love hunter baby
Sneaking up on you
Im sneaking up on you!
song performed by by Whitesnake
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To have a feel of my food
To have the feel of my food not just the taste of it in my tongue
I use my bare hands, the rice I fold between my palms the fish
I touch with my fingers, and then my mouth opens to swallow and savor
Just like you tonight, I feel you with my bare hands I taste you
With my tongue because you are the food of my soul and my soul
Feeds on you as you also feed on mine
We are bare all over, not just our bare hands
We touch we feel we lick we breath with our noses
On our skins, we feed on our flesh, we go deeper
Into our souls, our eyes feast on the food we lay in front of us
The lights of our eyes open in our room the festivity to a beginning
We feed on ourselves we are hungry & greedy & we are never full
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Life That Is Full
your palms open
your heart
some more
desire drips like
drops of
melting vanilla
ice cream
simply joys
like buds
pleasures like
palms spreading
leaves like
umbrellas under
the sun
merry, merry
dancing feet
hands holding
side by side
alleluia!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It is a brave act of valor to condemn death, but where life is more terrible than death it is then the truest valor to dare to live.
quote by Thomas Browne
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Valor is of no service, chance rules all, and the bravest often fall by the hands of cowards.
Safe
you are safe
with your built-in principles
gauges of the sages
in all ages
that when something or someone
a cure-all
or a please-all
or an offer of the whole world
right in the opening palms of his hands
you always tell me
'oh my, this is something too good to be true'
and you say no
and you are safe and at the end i am amazed
you have always been right.
out you go, now in the far away land, contented, looking at all of us
we feel we are all fools
and he is there smiling as the great wise man
his feet rooted to the realities of the earth
his hands stretching to the possibilities of heaven
and i think, he is correct,
and i admit, i still need to learn a lot of things from him.
a friend who tells me who am i really.
no holds bar.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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D2
we both have nothing to say
and we love it this way
only our hearts speak and feel
the mind has long surrendered
logic fails, reasoning gave us the
runaround
what our hands are doing are
simply opening to what is given
before us: doves hovering upon our
heads and then gently landing on our
palms.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Mistake
it was a different thing that you see
from that you feel
a war between the bulge of the eyes
and the pumps of the heart
the lines of the palms are clear
nobody wants to mind now
in the middle of too much desire
it is the heart that wins
slashing the blinks of the wondering eyes
the lines of the palms are clear
there is no doubt
the heart bleeds upon its mistake
and begins to remember the veils
and the sonorous sounds of the funeral bells of
the little town
the lines of the palms are clear
there is no doubt about it
at the end every part shall accept the fate
no regret
once again the self rides upon the wings of destiny
until the final word of the years rest
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Profanity
the state of the body
is wavering
to the rocks of the wind
and there is this shaking
that mistakes us
for what we really are
there is the pillar
that you cannot touch and see
but you can feel it
could be the heart
or the soul
could be the whisper of
the truth
it is there
and there is nothing
that we can do
to deny it
of its existence
only and only if
we do not make profanity
of the words
those that we do not really
mean
and those that we constantly
keep on
not doing
what a pity
for one to go on flaunting
what should not
have been
in the hands and the palms
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Hands
my hands have ten rivers
there are furrows of sorrows in the destiny of my palms
no mountain peaks to view the world
holistically,
my hands have ten crystal clear ponds
my hands mirror my face
my hands surrender
my hands open
they are all yours too and you are so cruel
you are telling me like you detest me in the residence of your full moon
you do not need rivers, you had enough of my surrender, you are ashamed
of open hands, you touch me and then you make a plea
'please close your hands and with your ten rivers, please sail away from me! '
i know what a full moon is. I too had enough of its light and silence.
i have the nerves of the stars, and i know what sailing away means.
let me thank you for your dark skies, your clouds are too heavy for me.
i am raining tears, too salty for my ten rivers.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Anaphylactic Shock
Night was descending
on the tonsured heads,
terracotta robes,
clasping the palms, hiding the seeds
of earth.
Against a ban on lips
for belonging truly.
Blissful. The squids settle in the weeds
of overbrimming sea of arms.
Blood was red, brown and pale.
oozing from the slit eyes,
soaking the green voices, herbs and sad kisses.
In the death, your name will be engraved on your shoes.
The steps were small
but shadows were very long on the ice.
The stings unflawed, did their job.
Suddenly you go
in anaphylactic shock.
poem by Satish Verma
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Valor
The dictionary describes 'Valor' as:
Qualities of a hero or heroine;
Exceptional courage when facing danger;
Facing the unknown with boldness and gallentry.
But, gallentry comes in many different forms.
I have seen valor on the battlefront as soldiers
Disembark from boat to beach.
I have read of those who gave their lives
To save their buddies from the wrath of war.
Yet, there is another valor, a silent valor,
Shown on the faces of those who, though not
In physcial combat, soldier against soldier,
Have just as much a life threatining struggle.
There is no noise, clash of weapons,
Shield against shield, or screams of pain,
Just silence, cold, weary silence;
Battle fatigue, as shown by the posture of
Those who return from the front;
Veterans of that silent war of personal combat.
Wave after wave of seasoned combatants pass me by
As I, a new inductee with them, wage our own
Personal battle against our common enemy,
Cancer.
(Free Verse)
poem by Lynn W. Petty
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Praying Hands
I had a dream with my lord CHRIST
He touched my head, not once but twice.
I felt my body jump up in bed
I saw the nail holes in his hands that bled.
I felt the power of his healing hands
He showed it to me so I could understand.
With faith in our hearts he will heal
And his hands you will feel.
I awoke that morning with the spirit inside
Those praying hands I had to find.
I found a figurine of his hands
And put it upon my night stand.
In my prayers that I say day and night
I squeeze those hands with all my might.
Now when I feel life s pressures are getting me down
I touch those hands that I had found.
And when I feel an ailment or two
Then I know what I must do.
I touch those hands and say a prayer
This is the bond that we share.
There is no other feeling like the love of GOD
When you have him in your heart.
poem by Louis Rams
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Creepin' In
There's a big ol' hole
That's gone right through the sole
Of this old shoe
And the water on the ground
Ain't got no place else it found
So it's only got one thing left to do
Creep on in
Creep on in
And once it has begun
Won't stop until it's done
Sneaking in
There's a silver moon
That came just a little soon
For me to bare
Shines brightly on my bed
And the shadows overhead
Won't let me sleep as long as they're here
Creep on in
Creep on in
And once it has begun
Won't stop until it's done
Sneaking in
There's a big ol' hole
That goes right through my sole
And that ain't nothin' new
So long as you're around
And got no place else you've found
There's only one thing left to do
Creep on in
Creep on in
And once you have begun
Don't stop until you're done
Sneaking in
song performed by by Norah Jones
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X2
finding the self in the self
gives you the wrong path
do not look to the stars
you are never there
look at the ground and
touch the hand of the blind
talk to the mute and be
the ears of the deaf
only can you find your eyes
in their eyes
your hands can feel the
warmth
that is not found within the
lines of your palms
only then can you hear
the sounds of your longing
that you can only understand
from their hunger
yourself is not in yourself
it is in the other
your heart is not in your
chest
it is in the emptiness of
another.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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