I´ve Looked So Much…
I’ve looked on beauty so much
that my vision overflows with it.
The body’s lines. Red lips. Sensual limbs.
Hair as though stolen from Greek statues,
always lovely, even uncombed,
and falling slightly over pale foreheads.
Figures of love, as my poetry desired them
…in the nights when I was young,
encountered secretly in those nights.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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I've Looked So Much...
I've looked on beauty so much
that my vision overflows with it.
The body's lines. Red lips. Sensual limbs.
Hair as though stolen from Greek statues,
always lovely, even uncombed,
and falling slightly over pale foreheads.
Figures of love, as my poetry desired them
. . . . in the nights when I was young,
encountered secretly in my nights.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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So Much I Gazed
So much I gazed on beauty,
that my vision is replete with it.
Contours of the body. Red lips. Voluptuous limbs.
Hair as if taken from greek statues;
always beautiful, even when uncombed,
and it falls, slightly, over white foreheads.
Faces of love, as my poetry
wanted them.... in the nights of my youth,
in my nights, secretly, met....
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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What If We Could Be
eyes of passion
blue and tender
a world of love awaits
a sould mate inside
sensual touch
sensual sight
love is strong tonight
love is to unite
passion burns brightly
passion, bodies engage slightly
eyes meet and flutter
lips touch and quiver
voices play together
becomes one together
ill stare into his eyes
and see the nights sky
poem by Kendyll Brown
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Ignore And Pretend
our eyes meet
our bodies remember
i know the bliss
of three nights but
i do not know about
what you say
to the guy near you
he introduces you
to me: your name
i also give mine
you ignore me and
i pretend not having
known you
your kiss and your
soft body murmur
the truth about those
three lovely nights
your lips do not know
how to hide
it is getting wet.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On Your Shore
Strange how
My heart beats
To find myself upon your shore.
Strange how
I still feel
My loss of comfort gone before.
Cool waves wash over
And drift away with dreams of youth
So time is stolen
I cannot hold you long enough.
And so
This is where I should be now
Days and nights falling by
Days and nights falling by me.
I know
Of a dream I should be holding
Days and nights falling by
Days and nights falling by me.
Soft blue horizons
Reach far into my childhood days
As you are rising
To bring me my forgotten ways.
Strange how I falter
To find I'm standing in deep water
Strange how
My heart beats
To find I'm standing on your shore.
song performed by by Enya from Watermark
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In an Old Book
Forgotten between the leaves of an old book—
almost a hundred years old—
I found an unsigned watercolor.
It must have been the work of a powerful artist.
Its title: "Representation of Love."
"...love of extreme sensualists" would have been more to the point.
Because it became clear as you looked at the work
(it was easy to see what the artist had in mind)
that the young man in the painting
was not designated for those
who love in ways that are more or less healthy,
inside the bounds of what is clearly permissible—
with his deep chestnut eyes,
the rare beauty of his face,
the beauty of anomalous charm,
with those ideal lips that bring
sensual delight to the body loved,
those ideal limbs shaped for beds
that common morality calls shameless.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Renaissance Eyes
(don dixon)
Are you alone, renaissance eyes
I wont tell my family stolen from, renaissance eyes
Is theat your car, renaissance eyes, yeah
Have you ever taken dancing lessons, renaissance eyes
Chorus:
Drench you in a passion
And dress you with a passion
Though the vision haunts you
Im the one who wants you to love me with those eyes
Love me with those eyes
Oh, is that you car, renaissance eyes
I once had a car but it was stolen, renaissance eyes
Tell me you name, renaissance eyes
Do you ever think about the future, renaissance eyes
Chorus
Oh spend my days with her copies Ive collected
All my nights, all my nights with a sliver screen
Nothing wrong with the way that I respect her
Shes more than an, more than an ordinary queen
Chorus
When the days are short
And the nights are long
And I wait for you to love me with those eyes
Love me with those eyes, eyes, eyes
Love me with those eyes, eyes
Love me with those eyes
song performed by by Hootie & The Blowfish
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The Mouth!
Everything that goes mouth is sensual!
the toffee run up and down,
the noise to blow up a tasty gum,
the mouth open in surprise!
Oh! ! ! !
Everything in your mouth is sensual!
the cleaning of its corners with the napkin,
the clicking of his tongue before you saying yes,
the soft against your lips when they meet one another!
Ah! ! ! !
Everything in ours mouth is sensual!
the dropp we exchanged wet through
Ours lips moving slightly,
Our kisses!
Hummm!
Everything in ours bodies is sensual!
what gonna in yours mouth!
What remains in it and
All that comes an goes!
Ui! ! ! ! !
poem by Mirna Morgan
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For Wanting To Write....
perhaps, because of this
i may end up
with a head cut, or
a body shredded like
cheese,
tired limbs like
burnt toast,
perhaps because of that
i may not reach
what destination is reserved by
the lines of my palms,
perhaps i may not even end at
all,
because here you are
reading these lines
and you will like them
not because they are as palatable
as exotic friend frogs
but because you have felt sorrow
and have the smell of pain
the sound of acidic rain
over your hair
now melting and before you notice it
you too have become bald
because of having known much
than what is permitted by all these lines
it is about us,
it is about our being part of this vast
nothingness
sands of the desert
light of the moon spreading on sands of the desert nights
hushing wind
taking all the possible directions
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Voyage on the Dark Seas
I’ve seen all
I’ve heard all
I’ve absorbed all
Routine dawns fading into
Ruthless dusks into
Ravaging nights…
Haven’t I heard
Nights wailing like
An abandoned infant
At the street end?
Haven’t I felt
The leprous skin
Of the night—
Ugly and haunting?
Haven’t I heard
The palpitating nights
Breaking into an
Uncontrollable sweat?
Haven’t I seen
Nights showing defiance
In reluctant surrender
And cold embraces?
Haven’t I seen
Nights raise in rebellion
Against an unwilling body
And disinclined mind?
Haven’t I absorbed
Nights of callousness
Stomping me under
Hitler’s heavy boots?
I simply looked in disinterestedness
As night’s finger lifted with the pointedness
Of a cartographer to draw new lines of longitude
and latitude on the terrain of my skin-scape
I simply looked in passivity
As nights wrapped me in a blanket of suspicion
And experimented with my emotional
And bodily contours…
Haven’t I seen the ugly manifestations of
Dissatisfaction and jealous
And the elsewhere desires
Satiated through erotic zones?
This too I have seen:
Stark daylight mocking me
With its twisted lip
No longer, I said
No more, I warned
Enough, I pronounced
Of this seemingly unending
Lonesome voyage through the dark seas
And that too have I seen...
13mar2010
03.40hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Now That Youre Gone
(bernard edwards/nile rodgers)
My nights grow long
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
Now that youre gone
Im living my life all alone
Or hit by a blow
To my pride
But Im doing ok
I wont let you see
What this has done to me
I guess Ill just take it in stride
Come what may
My nights grow long
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
How can one do what should be done by two
I guess thats a crazy question to ask
I might seem happy
But dont be fooled by my appearance
Make no mistake
Im just wearing a mask
My nights grow long
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
Now that youre gone
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
song performed by by Diana Ross
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~ Epitapoetry ~
~ EPITAPOETRY ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
February 6,2009.
WELL, SHE CAN’'T SAY...
CAN....GUESS...?
BUT WILL BE...
WHAT...?
STILL WITH A BUT...!
SHE IS MELTING...
LIKE DICHOTOMUS CANDLE...
THE OFT DESTINY...
OF AN UNSUNG...
WHO’S COPULSION...
STAY UNKNOWN...
POETRY IN BREAST...
LOOKING FOR A ‘LOVE WOMB’...
TO BE EMBRYOED AGAIN...
TO GET A CARE OF MOTHER...
FOR HER LOVE...POETRY…
LONG AND LONG...
WHO WILL SORROUGATE HER…
'LOVE WOMB'...? ?
UNENDINGLY...
CEASELESSLY...
LIKE EV’R FLOWING RIVER...
BUT NOT IN HEART...
HEATRS ARE…
WORDLESS…
TRUSTLESS...
HUMU RLESS...
PARCHED SAND...
WHY...? ? ?
SHE CARES NOT TO KNOW…!
LO! EMBRYOD…! !
WHERE E’ER CONVERSING…
ARGUMENTATING SOLLIQUIZING …
WITH CONSCIOUS SUBCONSCIOUS…
ON FUTILITY UTILITY FUTURE …
OR EPITAPH OF POETRY…?
BYTES AFTER BYTES…
NIGHTS AFTER NIGHTS…
FINALLY POETRY CEDED …
WALKOVER MINUS STOPOV’R…
TO EPHITAP…
UNDECIDED LAST LINE…
'EV’RUNBORN EPITAPOETRY'
BYTES AFTER BYTES…
NIGHTS AFTER NIGHTS…!
----
Copyright reserved by the author
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Summer Nights
Winters almost gone,
Oh how Ive waited so long
For summer nights.
When theres magic in the air
And I dont have a care,
All that matters to me
Is that you are here
On summer nights.
Theres a little caf
Where we can hear music play.
They keep the lights turned down low
Its a place where lovers go.
There youll hold me tight and say
Our love will always be this way
On summer nights.
At the end of the day
We can go down to the bay
And together hand in hand
We will walk along the sand
On summer nights.
In our little caf
Well dance the night away
And we know our love will be
Always true eternally.
And when the moon begins to shine
I can see that you are mine
On summer nights.
On summer nights.
On summer nights.
song performed by by Smiths
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Summer Nights
Girl it always seems about september
Thats the time, again I remember the lights
And all the fun of those summer nights
Young and innocent and livin fast
Didnt know enough to know
That a summer love cant last
Cant last
*(do you remember those)
Summer nights all night
Dancin in the light of love
(dancin in the light of love)
Summer nights so right
Couldnt last beyond september
Summer nights all night
Livin for your love,
Dreamin only of
You and summer nights*
I remember playin by the shoreline
Before the fall when we had it all at our fingertips
Buildin castles in the driftin sand
Raced the waves as they ran to the shore
But the tides were turned for ever more
And the things we planned
Were castles made of sand
( * repeat)
Oooh summer nights
We were diamonds in the rough in the moonlight
Oooh summer nights
Now Im out in the cold again
Back on my own again
(well I remember those)
Summer nights...
song performed by by Survivor
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Artistic Consummations Unending
Man when it comes to romance
commitment to long term courtship
speak not of rocking artistic me;
and my constant consistent courtship
with my dated loose laying poetry.
In more than twenty
predominantly neglected years
I’ve never been through them all;
caught up with my neglected years
my dated draft diary entries.
I’ve got so many
loose lines lines lines
hanging heavy in my restless head;
I can never get them lines
all laid down right.
There’s too many
to save, for, a rainy day.
Multiple droplets; in their hundreds trillions;
adorn, all objects; visible on rainy days.
Hang from, transformed, rain dewed trees.
But even when the sun is still shining.
I’m still two timing, multiple poetic pieces.
I’m still too time starved; for catch up poetic binding.
I’m afraid I’m never, going to get written pieces,
through; to that last eternally unwritten line.
Hanging out waiting around for me
in expectation, of artistically, desired pick up.
When will such a courtship; finally end?
When the muse may, no longer, dances up,
her dazzling; or simplistic lines entwining me.
When I’m too tired to write my nights
my days, my artistic life, poetically away.
Then poetry will find; another poet to daze;
for days, for nights; to artistic life write away.
Then poetry will find, another poet, to courtship bard.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in July 1999 on the 17.7.99.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lost in the afterglow
fireworks sparks
whenever we make love
you caress me in the dark
though not completely roman candles are lit
your love light a fire and
my hearts consumed in its flames
I burn with tender passion and
I surrender to you
Hearing the sound of your voice
easily puts me in a trance
seducing me
whispering sensual words into my ear
and your loving eyes would study my beauty
as your fingers travel my body like a road map
lips meeting mines as we'd kiss passionately
and a night of romance and passion would ensue
you got me so in love, kissing you
A nights full of pleasure
provided me with a lifetime of happiness
It's these moments that my heart treasures
poem by Marcquiese Burrell
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My Idea of beauty
Beauty is the sensation of your heart skipping a beat,
when eyes full of mischief glance at you...
Beauty is the smile which appears on your lips, when you think of the way he smiles at you...
Beauty is in the heart which touches another
Beauty is tender hands holding each other
Beauty is strong arms holding you warm
Beauty is in water, beauty is in weather,
beauty is in air, beauty is in life
Beauty is in love, beauty is in wind...
Beauty surrounds you days and nights
yet no one knows beauty's heights...
poem by Nitya Pillai
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SleepLess Nights
Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights
Tossing and turning
Too much on my mind
Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights
Laying awake staring
At the celing
Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights
So tired I cant move
So tired I can't sleep
Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights
When will dreams come?
poem by Autumn Winds
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Big City Nights
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
When the daylight is falling down into the night
And the sharks try to cut a big piece out of life
It feels alright to go out to catch an outrageous thrill
But its more like spinning wheels of fortune
Which never stand still
Big city, big city nights
You keep me burning
Big city, big city nights
When the sunlight is rising up in my eyes
And the long night has left me back at somebodys side
It feels alright for a long sweet minute like hours before
But its more like looking out for something
I cant find anymore
Big city, big city nights
You keep me burning
Big city, big city nights
Always yearning
There is no dream
That you cant make true, if youre looking for love
But theres no girl
Whos burning the ice away from my heart
Maybe tonight!
Big city, big city nights
You keep me burning
Big city, big city nights
Always yearning
Big city, big city nights
You keep me burning
Big city, big city nights
Always yearning
song performed by by Scorpions
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November Nights
September nights
Tend to scream
'Baby I thought you
Said you loved me'
October nights
Remind me
Of 'we' the 'us':
So in love.
November nights
November nights
What A fright
November nights
Ending of my present life
Nothing ever seemed so right
I need you by my side
I died, I died on November nights
September nights
what a wonderful thing
My beginning
How Ironic.
My birth day
Our beginning
Oh what a wonderful month
September means love
October nights
Oh so beautiful
Happiness, hope
A whole family
My daddies' birthdays
One here, one deceased
Praised and mourned
Mixed Octobers
November nights
Panic. Thanksgiving.
Thanks for what?
November killed my father
November nights
A car crash
14 years ago
And then you end me
November nights
November nights
What A fright
November nights
Literal ending of his life
Nothing ever seems all right
Momma needed him by her side
He died, He died on a November night
poem by Gabriella Franco
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