Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone.
quote by Oscar Wilde
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Exotic and erotic
I strongly incline my ears,
My sight i vividly open,
You complete my whole,
Your words and your touch,
Exotic and erotic
Your soft skin i long to touch,
Your tender voice i like,
My heart filled with desire,
Desire to love you more,
Exotic and erotic
Lets make a baby,
The pride of my seed,
So shall it be then,
Your love i desire,
Please rescue thee,
Exotic and erotic
Touch me like that,
Hold me like this,
Kiss me right there
Yes you are,
So erotic and exotic
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Desires Of The Heart
My desires run deeper than the deep blue,
You'll find my desires are so deep and true,
And my desires are always true,
I, a mermaid, swimming in waters blue,
Swimming for desires a garden rose could lose,
No frost or snow shall hit my bloom,
No frost or snow to let my heart forget you.
This flower is blooming in a garden dark,
A garden that will lead straight to your heart,
No prick shall harm the fingers that I touch,
Hands that touch this delicate rose,
As I spread my leaves in the soft moonlight,
The garden of dark waiting for this flower to grow and bloom,
Waiting for your touch, so that in pleasure I shall grow.
poem by Paula Glynn
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A Seed Within
what are you going to do?
he might ask
are you going to wait
are you going to wait
for the seed to take root
bloom and bear fruit
leave it to me
he might say
i will give you the fruit in a capsule
you give me your seed...why toil
he would ploy
A FRUIT IN A CAPSULE IS'NT A FRUIT AT ALL
The path too is a joy
the growth too is a joy
from the seed to the fruit
a spiritual share is a joy too
the giver and the taker share the joy
if it was a share
which gave you joy
how can you use it
as a ploy
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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Rachel(this girl)
Rachel(this girl)
please dont leave me
your like a potato
i need to put you in the fridge
you atre too hot you burn my heart
please dont leave me
you like a passion fruit
because you have passion
you must be god
because you send me to heaven(because of your passion like a passion fruit)
when we touch
i can feel PASSION
like when i touch a passion fruit
electricity sparks between us
like when you get an electric shock(but one that doesnt hurt)
poem by RebeCCA Black
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The Olive Of Peace
Now sheath'd is the Sword that was wild as the blast:
The Tempest of Slaughter and Terror is past;
Old ALBION her Neighbour all smilingly hails—
For the OLIVE of PEACE blooms again in our Vales!
Beam on the day,
Thou Olive gay:
'Matchless is he
Who planted thee;
And mayst thou like him immortal be!'
Divinest of Olives, O, never was seen
A bloom so enchanting, a verdure so green!
Sweet, sweet do thy Beauties entwiningly smile
In the Vine-tree of France and the Oak of our Isle!
Beam on the day,
Thou Olive gay, &c.
Long, long did thy envied Exotic delay,
'Till the voice of HUMANITY charm'd thee away;
And here, ever here mayst thou bloom in repose,
As firm as our Oak-tree, and gay as the Rose!
Bloom on the day,
Thou Olive gay, &c.
Let ALCIDES his Poplar of Majesty prize,
And VENUS her Myrtle exalt to the skies:
FRANCE and ALBION excell all the Gods of old Greece—
For they crown their wise heads with the OLIVE of PEACE!
Bloom on the day,
Thou Olive gay, &c.
The delicate Lily may gracefully mount,
And the Pink all her charms with the Rainbow recount;
Green, green is the Olive on ALBION'S brow,
And the Lily and Pink to the Olive must bow!
Bloom on the day,
Thou Olive gay, &c.
Thou Olive divine, may Eternity's Sun
Beam warm where thy roots thro' the ages shall run;
The Dew of Affection 'light soft where they twine,
And the Love of an Universe stamp thee divine!
Bloom on the day,
Thou Olive gay:
'Matchless was he
Who planted thee;
And mayst thou like him immortal be!'
poem by James Henry Leigh Hunt
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Sexy Mexicana
Sexy Mexicana
Walking among sunlight flowers
Little brown body in bloom
Like an exotic garden
Of forbidden fruit
Enticing every appetite.
I’ll see you in the night
Swaying in the starlight
Your skirt more powerful and red
Than a bullfighter’s cape,
No man can escape your allure
Even if death is in the street
Or beside your bed
Or knocking at your door.
Dreams drip form your eyes
Like summer mist or moonlight,
There’s a poet in tears
Chasing down elusive words
That Sappho or Shakespeare never heard
Unsuccessfully seeking to describe
The intensity of kissing
Your necklace throat.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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A Delicate Flower
once you tear a flower up,
they can never come back.
leave the precious flower alone,
let it bloom into a beautiful art.
there are so many different flower,
red one, blue one, pink ones.
there are even multicolors,
look around your garden.
notice that you're not alone,
the whole world is around you.
dont pretend to be something you're not,
because you only have one chance.
a delicate flower needs love,
in order to live with the world.
most of all, you need someone,
so help a delicate flower.
you'll never regret it,
they need to be cared for.
just like you,
you're not alone.
poem by Heather Cropper
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Your presence
In the presence of you, I become like an
exotic flower with delicate flavor's and color's,
I scream in silence the pleasures my body
projects, a delicious and delicate emotion
only you can bring to my sense. When you
arrive to meet with me, I can only think of the
magical ways you caress my needs. I feel like
I'm about to dine in a romantic place with
exquisite wines and the best orchestra, with
you on my side. My gentle ways and your
ardent ways, they blend together and make
beautiful music, my darling the presence of you
is to me like a balmy breeze, with the essence
you possess and the passion you awake in my
senses, with all this you own, I'll become immortal
and never be forgotten. And till the day comes I'll
be immortal in your arms, and we will become
one in two till eternity ends.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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The promise II
Exotic dogs for sale and novels are people's basics,
But you are embarrassingly unattractive to me! !
And, teasing me won't solve the problem.
Intellectual and publicity,
It is time to turn me to the other side of life!
Because, one lapse in the concentration of this love will cost you a lot;
For, the exotic dogs are now like your hidden exotic gods in your room.
A conspicuous achiever!
With breathless style to elaborate,
But, with the very decisiveness to surprise you! !
However, the intriguing air of the clandestine love is now seen around you;
So, why do you have to break the promise?
Today, you are like 'Captain Caveman'! !
With exotic dogs ready for sale in the land of your muse;
However, teasing me won't solve the problem!
For, i know what i am made of.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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One Disturbed
Seeking an attention,
By the use of offensive means...
Teaches not a thing,
To one disturbed...
By mental dysfunctions.
An ignorance like this has been fostered.
An ignorance has been allowed to flourish.
An ignorance that grows becomes expensive.
Since an ignorance bestows,
A flowing of it that becomes out of control!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Song be Delicate
Let your song be delicate.
The skies declare
No war — the eyes of lovers
Wake everywhere.
Let your voice be delicate.
How faint a thing
Is Love, little Love crying
Under the Spring.
Let your song be delicate.
The flowers can hear:
Too well they know the tremble,
Of the hollow year.
Let your voice be delicate.
The bees are home:
All their day's love is sunken
Safe in the comb.
Let your song be delicate.
Sing no loud hymn:
Death is abroad . . . Oh, the black season!
The deep — the dim!
poem by John Shaw Neilson
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Maybe the way we have learned to look has changed in the last 25 years, and the exotic is much more acceptable. There are many artists now, younger artists, who work out of the exotic.
quote by Anish Kapoor
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XIX: Fruits
grow the fruit till it's big enough
grow the fruit till the color turns red
grow the fruit till it smells good
grow the fruit to be cooked
don't be tricked of what is edible
a beautiful fruit can be sour
a big fruit can be raw
a delicious fruit can be poison
a cooked fruit can be forbidden
be careful of what is edible
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Rainbow fairy tears
delicate dew drops on the
bloom of Summer's rose
haiku by Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
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Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.
quote by Wallace Stevens
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Creativity is so delicate a flower that praise tends to make it bloom, while discouragement often nips it in the bud. Any of us put out more and better ideas if our efforts are truly appreciated.
quote by Alexander Osborn
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The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling. Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly.
Henry David Thoreau in Walden
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Ignorance Marches on
I can't believe that human beings…
Are still so blind…
Even under the sunshine…
Those groups… who have the lack of…
Most believe in illiteracy…
They most…
Hippocrates…
Reading the bible…
Or whatever good book at the time…
Hanging and killing children…
And… not drinking wine…
Mind-you…with no frown…
One reason our world will drown…
Ignorance marches on…
We as a world progress…
In many things…
Technology is one with a sting…
But psychology ain't standing to tall…
With degrees…being made everyday…
How psychotic is that…
Ignorance marches on…
Most people stay the same…
Regardless of the game…
Ignorance over-rides much…
And the good… it does touch…
Making our world sad…
But you know I am not mad…
My unrest makes me glad…
Seeing out of the corner of my eye…
Deep down I cry…(WHY!) …
(Those good old boys) …
Riding the range today…
Ignorance…and not a (word) it will say…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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To enjoy, rules are not required.
Ignorance of raga stood not in my enjoying music.
Ignorance of mudra, the same way,
for dance.
Ignorance of grammar stood not in my enjoying a poem.
Ignorance of beauty, the same way,
for lusting you.
13.06.2001, Chennai
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When motherhood becomes the fruit of a deep yearning, not the result of ignorance or accident, its children will become the foundation of a new race.
quote by Margaret Sanger
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