Without Sexual Attraction
Without sexual attraction, there is
the brutal movement of the sea.
The face peers out of its skeletal frame
and hands reach like bone.
Without love, the streets
are hollow sounding
with wooden, hurried steps,
voices like caverns of death.
We pass each other as trains do,
whistling screams.
poem by David Ignatow
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Whistling In The Dark
A woman came up to me and said
Id like to poison your mind
With wrong ideas that appeal to you
Though I am not unkind
She looked at me, I looked at something
Written across her scalp
And these are the words that it faintly said
As I tried to call for help:
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark
A man came up to me and said
Id like to change your mind
By hitting it with a rock, he said,
Though I am not unkind.
We laughed at his little joke
And then I happily walked away
And hit my head on the wall of the jail
Where the two of us live today.
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
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song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Assault & Battery
The lives were taken
For feasts at the table
A life of misery
Ending with a shock
Brutal murder (brutal murder)
All hands to the slaughter
Mass torture
All hands to the knife
And I can hear the screams
With the knife, the jolt, the wring
They must follow in our dreams
Carrying a twisted sting
Childrens stories with their farmyard favourites
At the table in a different disguise
Dont talk to me of health
Or something someone else will do
Were talking about the act
Of taking life for me and you
And I hear their screams
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Where The Streets Have No Name/cant Take My Eyes Off You
(hewson/evan/mullen/clayton/gaudio/crewe)
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(burning down love)
(burning down love)
I want to run, I want to hide
I want to break down the walls that hold me inside
I want to reach out, and touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
Ah-ha-ah
I want to feel the sun on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear without a trace
I want to take shelter from poison rain
Where the streets have no name
Ah-ha-ah
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Were still building, then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
Where the streets have no name
Cant take my eyes off of you
I love you, baby, and if its quite alright
I need you, baby, to warm a lonely night
So let me love you, baby
Let me love you
The citys aflood, our love turns to rust
Were beaten and blown by the wind, trampled in dust
Ill show you a place, high on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name
Ah-ha-ah
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Were still building, then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
Its all I can do
Where the streets have no name
I cant take my eyes off of you
(ooh aah)
Love you, baby, let me love you
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Salsa
Who’s still hunting four-legged Words down entertainment streets?
anyhow with hesitant ancient hands some picked up drinking
numerous legs out for more wine / drunken pets’ voices
the traffic sign says
CAUTION
the police are
sleeping ahead
*
So many voices / so many streets
eyes in the open entrance of adventure
an inner city of feeling / green desire’s space
a refuge all lushly verdant caresses
thrilled animals up the flourishing steps of desire
*
Hips free to move down the narrow amusement streets of emotions / horse chestnuts rearing over the fence
no gods nearby just
us obscene issues of an unbounded lust
poem by Mikael Ejdemyr
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Sensuality
Key:-
A - anita
R - ray
A: sensuality
Sensuality
Your love got a hold on me
Hey... hey...
Physical attraction
R: like a walk through the valley of paradise
Clouds disappear and the sunshine rises
Inner thoughts overflow like the sea
The secrets and fantasies of the body
It makes you sweat, it makes you wet
The kind of feeling that you got to get
Supernational irreistible
Feel the love, cause I like it sensual!
A: what is this physical attraction?
Cant help it, I need satisfaction
Oh yeah
Sensuality
Its got a hold on me
What is this physical attraction?
Cant help it I need satisfaction
And I knew satisfaction; yeah
R: now take a deep dive, let your emotions go
Further than you wish, but look out be cautious
The mind and body come together as one
But play it safe if youre gonna have fun
You need satisfaction, so start the flexin
Hungry for love, the physical attraction
Sexual, natural, no added flavour
cause I like it sensual
A: what is this physical attraction? physical
Cant help it, I need satisfaction
Oh yeah
Sensuality
Its got a hold on me
Hey... hey...
Sensuality
And I knew satisfaction
Its got a hold on me
Physical attraction
R: got to get it
Phyiscal attraction
Yeah, so sensual
Supernatural irresistible
A: hey yeah.. hey yeah..
Physical attraction
Sensuality
I need satisfaction
A: what is this physical attraction? physical
Cant help it, I need satisfaction
Oh yeah
Sensuality
Its got a hold on me
Physical attraction
Sensuality
Cant get you; sensuality
Its got a hold on me
Sensuality
Fade
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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We Are Voices Sounding What Comes From Somewhere Else
WE ARE VOICES SOUNDING WHAT COMES FROM SOMEWHERE ELSE
We are voices sounding what comes from somewhere else-
Nothing is ours
Even the silences do not belong to us-
God alone writes the true poems.
God Alone.
What are we?
The empty spaces through which resound the meanings of God’s universe-
God Alone
And not us for anything nohow no way-
God Alone.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Fat Girl, Thin Boy
He says:
My corpulent mistress, refreshingly fat,
Who loves me as much as her Siamese cat,
Maintains she prefers to have a thin lover,
Whose skeletal frame is absorbed in her blubber.
She says:
My skeletal boyfriend, ever so thin,
As slender, I tell you, as needle or pin,
May cause me, I fear, a measure of trouble,
When, with a sharp pr*ck, he bursts my bubble!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Where The Streets Have No Name
I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
I want to feel sunlight on my face
See that dust cloud disappear without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
song performed by by U2
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A Time Past
The old wooden steps to the front door
where I was sitting that fall morning
when you came downstairs, just awake,
and my joy at sight of you (emerging
into golden day—
the dew almost frost)
pulled me to my feet to tell you
how much I loved you:
those wooden steps
are gone now, decayed
replaced with granite,
hard, gray, and handsome.
The old steps live
only in me:
my feet and thighs
remember them, and my hands
still feel their splinters.
Everything else about and around that house
brings memories of others—of marriage,
of my son. And the steps do too: I recall
sitting there with my friend and her little son who died,
or was it the second one who lives and thrives?
And sitting there ‘in my life,’ often, alone or with my husband.
Yet that one instant,
your cheerful, unafraid, youthful, ‘I love you too,’
the quiet broken by no bird, no cricket, gold leaves
spinning in silence down without
any breeze to blow them,
is what twines itself
in my head and body across those slabs of wood
that were warm, ancient, and now
wait somewhere to be burnt.
poem by Denise Levertov
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Love Is Like The Wind
love is like the wind
in constant movement
constant movement
love is like the wind
centuries after centuries
love repeats itself
in the vagueness of this universe
constant movement
in this incomprehensible universe
love is like the wind
invisible intouchable in
this fascinating world
fascinating invincible
attraction destruction
happyness sadness
its love that carries
this constant movement
like the wind
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Run Tonto Run
Dont even try
Dont want no piece of your sky
And I wont look back
Cause your blue is all black
Your twisted frown
Is really upside down
And it wont last long
Cause your right is all wrong
You live in a box
Miniature hands, tiny sox
Your love is a sigh
It just passes me by
Im gonna run tonto run
Pale hollow frame
Run tonto run
Youve let your blood in vein
Run tonto run away
Dont undress desire
Its always on fire
Strange hour fall down
Im gonna burn down this town
A splinter in my vein
A volcano under rain
Alt (your love the desert sands)
Alt (go cut your hands)
Your in love with your clone
Which means youre alone
Im gonna run tonto run
Pale hollow frame
Run tonto run
Youve let your blood in vein
Run tonto run away
You disappear just like a wrapper in a candy store
And I am left wanting more
And dont even think
This ship wont sink
I wont hesitate
Youll choke on your hate
Im gonna run tonto run
Pale hollow frame
Run tonto run
Youve let your blood in vein
Run tonto run away
You better run tonto run
You better run tonto run
You better run tonto run away
And dont even try
Dont want no piece of your sky
And I wont hesitate
Its already too late
Alt (and I wont look back)
Alt (cause your blue is all black)
song performed by by Jewel
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Discontent
Late at night
our trains pass through broad meadows.
We grip controls, heavy, uncertain, anxious
about schedules,
about stalled cars on tracks,
about small children darting through the night,
small children who dare steel wheels and blinding lights
who dare death at our trembling hands;
we guide our trains
probing the night
along the measured way,
discontent,
without incident.
poem by Steven Federle
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Fishing For Carp (Hybridanelle)
Fishing for carp, with a six-pack cooling in the river
and the ringhals till now with eyes brown and unaware
something makes a sound, a movement making you shiver
when on your right a banded spitting cobra appears
with the woman leaving to prepare sausage
when it immediately rears
and girly is ready with the food, ready to deliver
and it gives her a great scare.
Fishing for carp, with a six-pack cooling in the river
and in your mind you are crunching gears
and you wish for her to be anywhere, but right there,
with the woman leaving to prepare sausage
and you are angry at the old deceiver
while she brings a tray full of goodies with loving care,
something makes a sound, a movement making you shiver
luckily she freezes behind you somewhere
and the snake only half alert senses something testing the air
and you wish for her to be anywhere, but right there,
and a nearby tree looks like a quiver
and you are looking for a kind of snare.
Fishing for carp, with a six-pack cooling in the river
and this is now a dangerous affair
and using the rod in your hands you slam with all your might,
and the snake only half alert senses something testing the air
slamming down on the snake like with golf driver
and this is it, you have had your share of luck, but still you dare,
something makes a sound, a movement making you shiver
she screams in fright, while you slam to your right
with your rod whistling
and using the rod in your hands you slam with all your might,
and the water shines like silver
and you cuddle her and there's a smile that you share.
Fishing for carp, with a six-pack cooling in the river
something makes a sound, a movement making you shiver
and you think: not again that spitting thing with its deadly sting,
when on your right a banded spitting cobra appears,
with your rod whistling
when it immediately rears.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Face in the Mirror
She calls out to the face in the mirror
And runs her fingers down the varnished frame
Then she lights a cigarette and inhales deeply,
Leaving the lighter lit and staring into the flame.
The sun shines in through the half opened curtains
It lights up the room but not her face
The mirror still darkened as the face stands staring
Darkness wraps around her, concealing the empty space.
She never chased the dreams
Or ran through the morning light
She was never heard above the screams
She just hid in the darkness of the night,
With the face in the mirror.
Now the sun's gone down, she looks through the window
At the faces and places and motion below
The face in the mirror watches her shadow
As she sits on the window ledge waiting to go.
She sees cars drive by with their bright lights
She hears voices carrying away into the night
The face in the mirror incites her to jump
And she leaps and falls downwards flight after flight.
She never chased her dreams
Now she's chasing the ground
She wasn't heard above the screams
Now she doesn't make a sound,
And the face in the mirror smashes.
poem by Mark Hopwood
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Picture Verses
1.
God looks down and lifts us on his hands.
2.
Here reminds me of our vow
Only me
In front of the altar
Kneeling for you
3.
He waits
To rest after a day’s work
I would like to chat
And ask what makes him happy
And still -
If I could hold his hands
We’d talk till brightness fades
From the post
And the sun peeps
And the sun warms our hearts
4.
I have always thought
That cars following another is a funeral parade
Not trains
Not traffic
You at the front, and
I am at the back
Scary etch of wheels
Back to the hollow ground.
5.
You have let me ride your back
Many times
Crossed streets
Forests
Flood
Valleys
I have embraced all that
Held you
Day and night
To the funeral you carried me
To the temple we swore-
Love running
Paths of life
RoseVoc2
poem by Rosalinda Flores Martinez
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Death Married Death To Death
Death looks at the flower, and it screams,
I am wet, moist and beautiful, look at me.
Why do I stand here alone, come and beat me,
I will wait, I will wait you must come over here to speak.
Death hovers, smiling, winking and always talking,
and by you walking, knowing that, this time is yours
there is no rest, that death must ignore you as well.
Any thing that you touch will also never die, neglected.
Death is love, love is death, why are you both, here.
Death is your pet pink pig, two flying pearls,
slapping against deaths face.
Death is a dry cracked nipple, asleep, holding on until
the flesh falls off and the milk is yellow and dry..
Death is a bullet fixed, never moving, and why does the
world move you through it always with impertinence to show..
Death is a mysterious voice, so disturbing and your quite,
coming aligns along the border, sounding alarms to no one,
while you walk across the street knowing you never look
at death as it comes over to you while you talk to some
one else never paying attention and embarrassed death
again leaves you to rest over some other you know.
Death is reaching in your casket and squeezing dry cotton,
and holding it's nose while he wipes your face from above.
Death is a woman, who is happy, thinking the world is
spinning into her fruit cake while death drinks coffee.
Death to all men who think they can save the woman
by marring death and eating her tuna fish sandwich.
Death fingered you, and you loved it, now you finger me,
leaving a bee exposed on your flower, that decays..saying,
Death's own flower it's always sweet and poignant and..
Death is always waiting for you to open and smell them.......
Death is more than the lilies and roses, it crawls out of one,
and comes out of the other and covers the worm with lilacs.
poem by Is It Poetry
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What price freedom?
People wandering, mingling
Along busy, crowded streets
A chorus of voices
Rises and falls
The loudest voice cries 'freedom'
A blinding, flashing light
The roaring boom of thunder
Mangled, torn bodies
Litter the blood soaked streets
The scent of death lingers
A sweet and ghastly smell
A crumbling building falls
Echoing screams of despair
What price freedom?
What price freedom?
poem by Niall O'Hagan
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Where The Streets Have No Name
I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
I want to feel, sunlight on my face
I see that dust cloud disappear without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love, burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you...
It's all I can do
The cities a flood
And our love it turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
We're trampled in dust
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name
Where the steeets have no name
Where the steeets have no name
Still building
Then burning down love
We're burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do
song performed by by Vanessa Carlton
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Screaming pain
The silent screams inside
Nobody does hear
But me.
The screams of fear.
The screams of pain.
The screams of past pain endured.
No body knows.
The screams of hurt.
The screams that huant.
The screams of despair.
The screams of loneliness.
The screams of death.
Im screaming inside out.
With nobody to hear
Im screaming with pain.
Im screaming and screaming
Let me forget
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The Power Of Emptiness
Oh child!
I can see your patient eyes
Gawping at an open space
Watching dark angels riding snails
Your bowels whistling and mourning with nothingness
Your tight skin closely wrapping your fragile bones,
Your sunken sockets, your parched lips.
It seems you are nearing the place
Where life and death collide
You are tiptoeing along the fine trapeze of surrender
Impotently letting long days pass you by
In slow motion
Gaunted to skeletal
Picturing at the back of your mind
An empty funeral,
No one missing you
For you were all things but elite
Had you been, you wouldn’t be so stricken
poem by Stella Sisanda Qishi
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