Candy
Tasty
sweet confection,
savored by young and old
alike, that satisfies one's own
craving.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Honeysuckle Rose
Evry honeybee.... fills with jealousy
When they see you out with me
I dont blame them....goodness knows
Honeysuckle rose
When youre passin by....flowers drop and sigh
And I know the reason why
Youre much sweeter....goodness knows
Honeysuckle rose
Dont buy sugar....you just have to touch my cup
Youre my sugar....its so sweet when you stir it up
When Im taking sips...from your tasty lips
Seems the honey fairly drips
Youre confection.....goodness knows
Honeysuckle rose.
(instrumental break)
Dont buy sugar....you just have to touch my cup
Youre my sugar....its so sweet when you stir it up
When Im taking sips...from your tasty lips
Seems the honey fairly drips
Youre confection.....goodness knows
Honeysuckle rose.
I said youre confection.....goodness knows
Honeysuckle rose.
song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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Easy to Indulge
Moist and sweet,
Like a Macintosh can be in Spring!
An apple bitten dripping juice...
Savored as the brisk warm breeze blowing,
Upon the sight of blossoming flowers.
And the young budding leaves,
On an assortment of swaying trees!
Enchanting images imagined and seen.
Quickly I eat every morsel before I leave.
So much of this feeds my appetite.
And yet this is the beginning...
Of a new season delight I witness!
It will be here for me to enjoy even more.
Mother Nature teases to peak my interests...
Knowing I am easy to indulge Her every move.
She is delicious...
And She satisfies that need in me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My candy man
So sweet so tasty
That car-a-mel man of mine
My tasty love treat
poem by Paola Elizabet Mateo
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Craving!
Craving!
An essence within my heart,
Unknown.
Craving!
And yet I know this taste.
A familiarity embraces me.
Craving!
Bathing in the fragrance of it.
Hoping that it will covet me.
Once it identifies,
Which desire it gives that pleases.
Craving!
This life.
And its teasing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two Alike
Two Alike
Two Entities
Pulsating alike—
Two hearts
Beating alike—
Two minds
Throbbing alike—
Two souls
Singing alike!
Has anyone seen
Such a like
In this world
Where nothing is alike?
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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New take on Blake for My Friend Amy
Little lamb who made thee?
Made thee tender, tasty and sweet,
made thee very good to eat.
A little lamb well pleaseth me
with new potatoes mint and peas.
It satisfies my appetite,
there is no better way to please.
A hungry man who has the right
to have his hunger satisfied
When he’s been hard at work all day.
With tender meat thou hast supplied,
which has been cooked his favourite way.
I do not know my little lamb
but I am glad.I truly am.
18-Sep-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Kiss Of Love
i came to you broken and bleeding
we both shared the pain of our past
i never thought i would kiss you and feel love
but i was wrong
i have had this unknown craving
for what i didnt know
the craving took over and once i met you
and you said i love you my craving was gone
now i long to fell you beside me every second
its like i cant get enough of your sweet love
just the taste makes me want more
you fixed me and stop the bleeding
i never thought id want anyone so badly
but you are my world
my heart is yours
and my words i will keep
i couldnt stand you ever leaving
i treasure every moment with you
i never want it to end
when i dream its only sweet when its about you
i miss you every moment of every day
thinking about you like i do and dayz by the thought
i love who you are
i love your voice and your words
your kisses and hugz
and your touch
i want it and need it so much
i want you and your love to stay forever
poem by Sandy Vanity
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Caught Up in A Frenzy
The best way not to be caught up in a frenzy?
Avoid being that one,
Accepting beliefs...
Being caught up in a frenzy,
Even temporarily...
Releases a relief,
That satisfies an appetite...
That ends a craving for a need to grieve.
See it and choose to leave this addiction alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eyes Craving Sight
Eyes craving sight
Ears craving sounds
Voice craving words
Hands craving a touch
You've seen the light
Emerging from the grounds
All light allures
You've touched too much
And now you're standing soundless mute
Eyeless and blind in earthly mansions
To find out your body is but a diving suit
Plunged into all three dimensions
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Basking In Your Glory
Memories beautiful haunt my every appetite I quiver
Yet so misty colored to the tracks of ones own tears
Shallow pictures painted on fainted walls of melancholy days of raptures sweet
Essence yet so bitter taste of fulfillment yet obtained once on distant shores I crave
Lonelier days spent nights clutching my pillow tight yearning for the heat that ignites passion's flair
Thoughts dancing in shadowy places dwelling on such curves you possess
Dreaming of moments together forever I cannot slumber
Like dandelions floating on air in the breeze sets my mind at ease
Yearning, craving, wanting your touch that chills to the depth of my soul
I cry out in desperation for tenderly I sway to the music that wont satisfies my desires
Only for that one moment savored carries me away to paradise longing
Expressive verses causes membranes to thirst with utter indulgences
Absence of barriers no longer define where you begin and I end
Melting into oneness the flames engulfs as penetration of sovereign canyons calling
Sweat runs down nether rejoins comforted by tongues entwined
Buildup aspirations released in an eruption while toes curled violently
To lay down finally achieved at rest while in your arms peace sought now found at last
Precious heaven for that one instant consumed basking in your glory I pray
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Footages....
actually it is the same thing
that happens
over and over again
and i keep on watching
and watching
and if you only know there is no more
meaning
to what i constantly see and love and hate
and laugh
and cry for (how did i really learn
to cry? did i really cry?
i regret
i deny,
)
the footage of push and pull
and moans and groans
mechanical figures inside
these tubes
soon, i be a man transformed
from mere dirt to budding mushroom
fungus,
tasty, delicious to your palates
sliced thinly
on your favorite Hawaiian pizza
even the dirtiest
mind you always transforms itself
into a useful ornament
swallowed, savored
remembered
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That Exquisiteness Becomes Missed
Even in the midst of shifts,
One providing a true substance known...
Becomes accustomed to this,
After a craving fulfilled has satisfied...
The hunger of those tongues addicted to licking lips.
And will not drift too far...
Will be that one qualified to supply fresh tasty bits.
When that exquisiteness becomes missed, again.
With a wish admitted to taste a flavor...
Only one can whip to savor.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Metal Beat
Nobody knew me so I bought some time.
An hour or two with a friend of mine.
Somebody lied so I burned their soul.
Somebody screamed and the fire burned cold.
I cure things, sweet young things.
I take the pain away.
I cure things, sweet young things.
I soothe the pain away.
I cure things, sweet young things.
I take the pain away.
I cure things, sweet young things.
Like someone walks on their grave.
I booked a small room in a cheap motel.
Somewhere to hide and a cure to sell.
I call it fashion, Ill make them bleed.
No one to love but a ghost to feed.
I was a puppet pulling my own strings.
I cant believe that I did such things.
I was a shadow but God forgives.
Now Im a priest and jesus lives.
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I cure things, sweet young things.
I take the pain away.
I cure things, sweet young things.
I take the pain away.
I cure things, sweet young things.
I take the pain away.
I cure things, sweet young things.
Like someone walks on their grave.
How can I save you if you dont confess?
Kneel down bitch be truly blessed.
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Music To My Ears
Music to my ears
Losing all the fears
Where they go?
They just disappeared
If only a moment.
It must be savored
As if it was a savior
The sanity within
It is where it begins and ends
Welcome to my world friend
I live it everyday
With every word I say
Its a dream
I have created
Destinies be fated
Emotions so jaded
Music to my ears
Losing all the fears
Where they go?
they just disappeared
If only a moment.
It must be savored
As if it was a savior
The sanity within
It is where it begins and ends
Never let it stop
It is hope beneath my cloths
It is my strength
It is my everything
It grows bigger every day
So please follow me this way
And maybe I can share
In your moments of despair
Music to my ears
Losing all the fears
Where they go?
they just disappeared
If only a moment.
It must be savored
As if it was a savior
The sanity within
It is where it begins and ends
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Variability is the law of life, and as no two faces are the same, so no two bodies are alike, and no two individuals react alike and behave alike under the abnormal conditions which we know as disease.
quote by William Osler
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Sweet Children
See a young girl so soft and blonde.
Doesnt attack me but she did once.
Intoxications in her veins.
Sweet young boy plays with her brain.
Lydiall bring to life.
What are your chance not to oblige.
Putting his hand on her thigh.
Ability has now been ripped.
Take it away, Id rather sit.
Sweet children, sweet children, sweet children. remember when.
Johnnys playing fun and games, or else hes ? in the storage shed? .
Running from the light of day, or maybe lie and celebrate.
The funny circus from his head.
Follow me if you understand.
Ill trick her so shell do it.
Then Ill sing and now we run.
Sweet children, sweet children, sweet children. remember when.
Sweet children, sweet children, sweet children. remember when.
song performed by by Green Day
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The Mystery Of You
What is it that makes a person unique?
It's what we refer to as a mystique.
Ah! the mystery surrounding each one
is as different as the moon and the sun.
Take a good look at those you see.
They're all so different, a complexity
of all sizes and shapes that help to make
our lives so amazing, like the snowflake.
No two alike will ever exist,
not even twins and there's the twist.
Why would anyone want to be
like someone else is beyond me?
Being yourself has got to be
the most interesting thing that sets you free.
You don't have to try to be who you're not.
This is what so many people forgot.
They knew it as children and savored the taste
and welcomed the difference in everyone's face.
But then as we grew and were taught a new tune,
our child like innocence fell into ruin.
We must relearn and keep in our mind
the more we are different, the more we will find
that no where on earth will there ever be
one that's like you. You're a mystery.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Taste of Blood
The taste of blood,
So sweet and delicous.
I can't get enough,
Of it.
Freshly caught,
Fresh meat,
Blood so pure.
Dense and tasty,
I can't resist,
To drink it.
One dropp on my tongue,
And I'm stuck,
And I get more.
So sweet and great,
Blood is what,
I live on now...
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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A Poet's Mind To You
The drinking of wine and the eating of meat,
Your red stew is sweet and your lovely meat is tasty;
But incline your ear to me and come to me,
For i am like the spider with a poet's mind to you.
The mystery name of Saturn is like a message to you,
For the watchmen upon the walls of love are all asleep;
So wake up my love and live now with the truth around you.
The heavens are higher than the earth and like,
A poet's mind to you at this side of the river;
But wake up and be aware of the things around you,
And like my thoughts and my mind towards you!
Why do you labour for that which will not satisfy you?
Oh dyed garments of Bozrah! !
For the healing prophetess is at hand;
And i will see you when the rain comes in.
Swell with joy and hope for your dreams,
For all the trees will clap their hands when you succeed!
But the pagan symbols through the deep are about to stop you,
And like the intiation rites for a chief in your homeland.
This is a poet's mind to you,
But Herod's birthday brought the head of john on a plate;
And my ways and thoughts will surely wake you up one day.
You are upon a lofty and a high mountain without a clue,
And as a young man marries a virgin girl;
But like Pharaoh's birthday with a dream,
The rain came down like the snow in the winter time.
Why should you spend money on what is not bread?
And like the lightening which is accompanied by the rain;
For your red stew is very sweet and your meat is very tasty,
But the watchmen upon the walls of love are all asleep.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Whether Or Not The Deed Witnessed Is Meant
If there is anything one will recognize,
Once they have made up their mind...
With a sacrificing devoted and done to succeed.
There will be those not understanding this drive...
Thriving to accomplish with a yearning inside.
And energized as a bright independent light,
Felt by that one who 'sees'.
With a doing that satisfies one's craving and appetite.
And more opposing will come forward to express,
Their discouragement to depress one with disrespect.
Whether or not the deed witnessed is meant.
To test for the rest of one's life...
When that path one is on feels perfectly right.
And if one can continue through a host of obstacles,
Thrown to discourage until tears flow...
What becomes achieved will more than please the doer
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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