At the Café Door
Something they said beside me
made me look toward the café door,
and I saw that lovely body which seemed
as though Eros in his mastery had fashioned it,
joyfully shaping its well-formed limbs,
molding its tall build,
shaping its face tenderly,
and leaving, with a touch of the fingers,
a particular nuance on the brow, the eyes, the lips.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Every experience in life, everything with which we have come in contact in life, is a chisel which has been cutting away at our life statue, molding, modifying, shaping it. We are part of all we have met. Everything we have seen, heard, felt, or thought has had its hand in molding us, shaping us
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Taking A Glance At You
taking a glance at you
is poetry in itself, by itself and for itself.
there are words in my eyes
they speak in silence. They long to tell you what i feel.
there are hands on my lips. There are fingers there.
They long to go near you and kiss your lips too.
i see you as words too. Your eyes are images of my
own happiness. Your lips are shaping the shapes of ships
and they have sails to take me away to ecstacies.
i feel you as words of love, and lust and desire insatiable.
my fingers want to read every syllable in your face.
you have always been my poem.And there are so many of you
in all of them.
words, and images, and ecstacies. faces and compositions.
i love all of them. And this time i take a glance again.
at you. this poem. this is you. Believe me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wait, things are shaping up
I approached a sculptor the other day
For carving a statue of
Gautama Buddha
He asked me a number of questions
Some of them were far stretched
Though I answered all of them
I was thinking within that
All these details were unnecessary
He could read my mind and said
These details were needed to help me
Come out with what exactly you were looking for
He suggested my coming to him
Two weeks later
Why so long and he said
Wait things are shaping up
Two weeks later
I saw practically no progress
He showed me a granite block
Which he said he would carve
As Gautama Buddha
He suggested me to visit him
Two weeks later
“Do you not think we are delaying? ”
I asked and he said
Wait things are shaping up
I went to him as suggested
No change at all
The block was under water
And carving had not started
He said that this curing process
Would help him understand
The quality of the block
And he opined
That we were lucky in
Selecting the right granite
And he suggested my visiting him
A week later
“Yes, I know you are wondering
As to why it is taking so much time”
How he could say even without my telling that
He continued
Wait, things are shaping up
A week later
No great change
But the block got castled here and there
No where near my expectations
“Come after three days and see”
But, he assured
Wait, things are shaping up
I made four visits later
At intervals of three, two and one days
I could not make out head or tail
Of what was happening
But, each time I returned
Hearing his words
Wait, things are shaping up
I was wondering
Are things really shaping up
Or am I being fooled
I did not visit him for
Full three months
As I was sure that
I would not be able to appreciate
The progress that the sculptor
Would be claiming to have made
One day, there was a call from him
“Come and see your Gautama Buddha”
I was not excited
I visited his place in all reluctance
And was preparing to hear
Wait, things are shaping up
But, what a surprise
Saw my Gautama Buddha
In a shape and carving
Beyond my belief
And I was not able to control my excitement
“I know you are wondering how this could be possible
But, you know, I was telling each time you visited that
Wait, things are shaping up”
We all do prayers seeking some change
And we wonder as to when the change would fructify
God, like a sculptor is shaping things
But, he never tells
Wait, things are shaping up
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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When You Are Gone I Must Survive
when you are gone
i must find a way to find myself
another way
another way of looking at
an old house
another style of opening
the same door
shaping my lips to utter
the same word
in a manner
that despite the pain
another lovely poem
must be written
i shall wake at a different
time and open the window
that you used to open for me
i will look for the stars again
on a brighter flicker
on a sweeter twinkle
i must survive
i am still alive
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dressed For Success (Live Zurich 1991)
Dressed For Success
Roxette
Music & Lyrics by Per Gessle
Tried to make it little by little
tried to make it bit by bit on my own.
Quit the job, the grey believers
another town where I get close to the bone.
Whatcha gonna tell your brother?
oh oh oh
whatcha gonna tell your father?
I don't know!
Whatcha gonna tell your mother?
Let me go...
I'm gonna get dressed for success
shaping me up for the big time, baby.
Get dressed for success
shaping it up for your love yea yea yea.
I'm not afraid
a trembling flower
I'll feed your heart
and blow the dust from your eyes and
in the dark things happen faster.
I love the way you sway your hips next to mine.
I'm gonna get dressed for success
hitting a spot for the big time, baby.
Get dressed for success
shaping it up for your love. Look sharp!
From: "Susan Gornati
song performed by by Roxette
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Dressed For Success
Tried to make it little by little, tried to make it bit by bit on my own. quit the job, the grey believers, another town where I get close to the bone.
Whatcha gonna tell your brother? - oh oh oh whatcha gonna tell your father? - I dont know! whatcha gonna tell your mother? - let me go...
Im gonna get dressed for success shaping me up for the big time, baby. get dressed for success shaping it up for your love yea yea yea.
Im not afraid, a trembling flower, Ill feed your heart and blow the dust from your eyes and in the dark things happen faster. I love the way you sway your hips next to mine.
Whatcha gonna tell your brother? - oh oh oh...
Im gonna get dressed for success, hitting a spot for the big time, baby. get dressed for success shaping it up for your love. look sharp!
song performed by by Roxette
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Slow....
slowly
one finds what had long been missing,
it is not seen
it is just felt by the lines of the palms
by the tips of
the fingers
slowly one remembers the scent
it is not seen
it is getting inside the nerves
of the nostrils
and then one begins to remember
and then
the lips begin to part
shaping that
lonesome
smile.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lovely One
Lovely one,
Just as on the cool stone
Of the spring, the water
Opens a wide flash of foam,
So is the smile of your face,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
With delicate hands and slender feet
Like a silver pony,
Walking, flower of the world,
Thus I see you,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
With a nest of copper entangled
On your head, a nest
The coloUr of dark honey
Where my heart burns and rests,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
Your eyes are too big for your face,
Your eyes are too big for the earth.
There are countries, there are rivers,
In your eyes,
My country is your eyes,
I walk through them,
They light the world
Through which I walk,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
Your breasts are like two loaves made
Of grainy earth and golden moon,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
Your waist,
My arm shaped it like a river when
It flowed a thousand years through your sweet body,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
There is nothing like your hips,
Perhaps earth has
In some hidden place
The curve and the fragrance of your body,
Perhaps in some place,
Lovely one.
Lovely one, my lovely one,
Your voice, your skin, your nails,
Lovely one, my lovely one,
Your being, your light, your shadow,
Lovely one,
All that is mine, lovely one,
All that is mine, my dear,
When you walk or rest,
When you sing or sleep,
When you suffer or dream,
Always,
When you are near or far,
Always,
You are mine, my lovely one,
Always.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Tenderly
(nayan/christopher bednar)
Across the room you gave a glance
Your soft, sweet eyes put me in a trance
And since that day youve cherished me
So to my heart youll always hold the key
Tenderly, is the way to handle me
Oh so tenderly, how your touch can set me free
You baby, youre the only one
Its the little things youve given me
The time we spend so preciously
The special way you act when Im around
Your gentle kiss brings me up when Im down
Tenderly, is the way to handle me
Oh so tenderly, how your touch can set me free
You baby, youre the only one
When were all alone it feels so right
Making love to you all through the night
The softness in your touch it shows me how you care
I want you so much more with each day that we share
Tenderly, is the way to handle me
Oh so tenderly, how your touch can set me free
You baby, youre the only one
Tenderly, is the way to handle me
Oh so tenderly, only you can set me free
Baby, tenderly, is the way to handle me
You, baby, youre the only one
song performed by by Tiffany
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Fall Guy
People make fun at me
My eyes glassy; nose stubby
Skin inky and body burly
A fall guy I am
An ugly effigy; a zany!
I too boo at Almighty
'Hey! You went astray!
While shaping my clay! ! '
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Tender
tender is the heart, that tosses and turns
tender is the heart that wants to learn
tender is the heart that you see
tender are the hearts of you and me
tenderly i look in your eyes
tenderly i see the fire rise
tenderly i touch your face
tenderly i feel your embrace
your love has fallen into a tender touch
and that is the reason i love you so much.
now with all the tenderness i give
i know that our love will live.
poem by Louis Rams
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Born Again
It goes with me in Eternal Belief-
The greatness of your Immortal Hand...
You who created this Universe and ALL...
You who 'tis poised tall in Divinitys Stand;
For without your molding and shaping...
Your revision of my shell of clay...
I'd surely be lost to the fires slaughter...
Burned in Eternal Fires of Hells yesterday;
Saved me you did one day passed yesterday...
A quarter of a century 'tis not so very long--
Spent it trying to live up to your commandments and Grace...
Spent it trying to undo my oh so many wrongs;
Today- i thank you my sweet Savior for finding-
This torn and oh so lost Soul of my yesterday...
Forgiven of past sin-allowed to begin once again...
Forever indebted-a child of God-i am this day;
June 19,2010
The Golden Rule
poem by Theodora Onken
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Tantalizing
I have seen that her eyes are sharp.
Her eyes are sharp and attentive
But still I dare not encounter them.
They hold my head captive.
I have seen that her nose is stern.
Her nose is stern and aiming
But still that nose I cannot pinch.
It torments my eyes, straining.
I found that her lips are of flesh.
Her lips are fleshy and amorous
But still the very lips I cannot caress.
They render my lips nervous.
I like her face being slim and slender.
Her face is slim and passionate
But still I cannot claim that of her.
It keeps my brain desolate.
I wonder how nimble her limbs are.
Her limbs are nimble and at hand
But still to touch them I don’t dare.
They set my belly to grind.
I understand that her vibes is strong.
Her vibes is strong and resonant
But still me she chose to tantalize.
She left my soul poignant.
Total reticence from her
Might have been better
Rather than raising hope
And then belying it.
05.05.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stone and Peacock
Lend me a stone
I'll lend you a peacock
What you see in the picture, In reality you'll not
When our reality be in those pictures? ?
Look into the face of the sun
Seven colors seems flying, like a peacock
I once asked the sun
Seven horses drawn, Chariot of your, where to heading? ?
'Into the battle', replied the sun
In the battle, don't grief of what you lost
Look deep into the faceof the sun
Those stones were shaping swords sharp and shiny
Sun did borrowed it from my great grand father
Today I'm out into the battle ground
Its time now, I need that sword back
Look very deep into the face of the sun
Those stones were shaping my Great Grandfather's swords sharp and shiny
You lend me that stone
And
I'll lend you a seven colored peacock………
poem by D'menz Veen
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Face To Face
Run your fingers through my hair and softly kiss my lips
Hold me close in your embrace and love me face to face
Face to face heart to heart body to body
Tingling tangle feelings lovers face to face
Ill caress your body and hold you close to me
Ill slide my hands around your waist and love you face to face
Face to face heart to heart body to body
Lips on lips arm and arm body to body
Tingling tangle feelings lovers face to face
Softly say you love me as you make love to me
No one else can take your place we happen face to face
song performed by by Alabama
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Unconsciously
one night
beside me
my friend
you touch
my body
with your
fingers
you kiss
my lips
with your
warm lips
i let you
unleash
feelings
perhaps
long buried
like an
ancestor
the morning
after i ask
you why
and you say
you were
unconscious
you ask to
be forgiven
saying sorry
so sorry &
that the same
may not be
repeated
i touch
your mouth
with my
hand &
tell you
you have
nothing to
be afraid
of nothing
to be sorry
about
i perfectfly
understand
how is it
to be
unrequited
this body
is yours
this body
is meant to
be shared
by another
who loves
to touch
who loves
to kiss
who loves
to be in love
who loves
to be a part
of the flesh
who loves
to be just
the man that
you are
consciously
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Believe it!
Miracles happen
angles exist
to experience them
you have to believe
believe in colors
the truth and God
believe in you
because you have the power
to change and make good
to be a star
to be special
to be better
than what you already are
'believing' is the power
to ignite the spark
angles shower their blessings
we call it success
and all that comes
when you start to believe
trust your hopes
believe in your dreams
you own your life
it's the best asset you got
shaping and molding it
is all in your hand
believe it
you got the power
you are meant to be special
just believe in it
believe in you
I am a believer
are you?
poem by Areena Arora
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Tis Breath, Then.... (Part Three)
tis breath, then...
that frees both image and form.
that taking hands touches.
that shaping lips kisses.
that barks, howls, groans, and chirps...
that is the lift beneath wings.
that is both scent and journey.
that is the language between us.
defining one inside the other...
tis breath, then....
(that being fire, becomes fire.
that being human, becomes human.
that leaving body, becomes spirit.
that being lonely, takes a body.
that naming god, does not know.
that does not know, but understands.
that being filled, opens and gives.
that giving, somehow remains.
that having left a mark,
leaves no footprints...)
tis breath, then...
breaking down walls imagined.
cracking egos' fragile shells.
breaking down tribe becoming family.
breaking down difference becoming sameness.
breaking the image of god, finding presence.
that walking the smoking ruins of civilization,
births flowers from ashes!
that screaming in childbirth,
puts eyes in the darkness.
tis breath, then...
yawning with creation's dawning,
as if it 'is'!
tis breath, then....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Miss The Rain
i miss the sun shining face in my life
it was disappear for long time
i miss the smile on your face before
i do have for who smile for me
i miss the kiss of sweet lips feelings
who loved me as much as i want
i miss the tears of eyes when i'm cried
and someone make me smile and naughty
i miss the rain when we are together
i miss the rain when we have dance
with u in nights when rain..
i miss the sky of clouds and thunder too
bcaz you embarrassed me soo..
i miss the touch your lovely fingers
i miss the touch of one big lover..
i feels it and i wants it..too..
but it is not possible in this way
only possible in haven and 7th heaven
poem by Khushi throne
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Splash!
Pants around ankles
taking a dump
Morning sunshine
through window
and the smell
of my own
humanity
in the air
Having finished
my business
I notice my face
in the mirror
and momentarily
contemplate
shaving,
cutting down,
shaping up,
mending my ways,
and braking the circle:
I dress,
put on my old
tired shoes
Outside my door
lurks yet another
new day
and feet first
I walk out
Into
It.
poem by Carsten Thomsen
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