Curiouser And Curiouser Still
Tremors and chills
On nape of neck
Hairs stand erect
When one’s primal instincts
Sense fear or danger
Why then, pray tell
The response
of similar sensations
When warm palpitations
Of pleasure appear
Strange…contradictory…
Responses …in the body human
Occur.. and encompass
in their most curious qualities…
Become e’en more
curiouser and curiouser
poem by David Whalen
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The Nape Of My Neck
The nape of my neck has prickly hairs,
sensitive to touch.
I'd give anything to stop my urge
to want it so darn much.
Better I scarve it then leave it bare,
better not to feel
anything that can make it sensitive
so my heart will heal.
Remember the touch. Remember the feel.
Remember the hairs on your neck
And then try and release it.
Keep those feelings in check.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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New Sensations
I dont like guilt be it stoned or stupid
Drunk and disorderly I aint no cupid
Two years ago today I was arrested on christmas eve
I dont want pain, I want to walk not be carried
I dont want to give it up, I want to stay married
I aint no dog tied to a parked car
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, new sensations
Talkin bout some new sensations
Talkin bout some new sensations
I want the principles of a timeless muse
I want to eradicate my negative views
And get rid of those people who are always on a down
Its easy enough to tell what is wrong
But thats not what I want to hear all night long
Some people are like human toulinols
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, ooohhh, new sensations
Talkin bout some new sensations
Talkin a new sensations
I took my gpz out for a ride
The engine felt good between my thighs
The air felt cool, its was forty degrees outside
I rode to pennsylvania near the delaware gap
Sometimes I got lost and had to check the map
I stopped at a roadside diner for a burger and a coke
There were some country folk and some hunters inside
Somebody got themselves married and somebody died
I went to the juke box and played a hillbilly song
They was arguing about football as I waved and went outside
And I headed for the mountains feeling warm inside
I love that gpz so much, you know that I could kiss her
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, ooohhh, new sensations
Talkin bout your new sensations
Talkin new sensations
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, new sensations
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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To seek understanding before taking action, yet to trust my instincts when action is called for. Never to avoid danger from fear, never to seek out danger for its own sake. Never to conform to fashion from fear of eccentricity, never to be eccentric from fear of conformity.
quote by Steven Brust
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Out Of Rumor Out Of Fear
Most dangerous is fear.
Fear not and tight the knot.
Rumors may occur and
You are not here to trigger.
Be clear fear most danger.
Fear is tumor
Uproot it from beginning
And enjoy life number.
O my God
You are here
Why should I fear
I am with you always
Keep me with you
Keep me from
Out of rumor
Keep me from
Out of fear
I am ok
With this gear.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Fear and Pleasure
pain is the residuals of fear, there is no fear in
the absent of acceptance, for only the mind
can rebuke the suffering of the heart
as the truth comes in a most awaited moment of
your life, the wisdom identify the soul of where
the conscience lives, it is the fear of the Lord where
the wisdom begins; a complete vow and obedient
to the giver of knowledge would guide every pleasure
to overcome fear
entangled between fear and pleasure destroyed the
unifying force that strengthen each aura to a seeking
soul to feel and accept pleasure without fear
make this fear a pleasure of strength, for what
ever encountered pleasure the one who give this
fear, be pleasured in His creation
be the pleasure be assured that what make best
for everybody may leads us to the unity of the soul
that lives in each conscience we possess
the fearless warriors has awaken the pleasure that
the Lord God bestowed, never fear of what pleasure
comes in your life, harmonize the soul with in your
conscience and live the body with the heart that exist
a fear that brings pleasure is a human impulse of
what to become worthy to the kingdom of the God, for
what ever is given, is a gift received and be shared
to all mankind..... and the acceptance brings us to
the pleasure without fear
poem by Antonio Liao
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Bodies
A body is the voice of a soul,
It speaks without words,
A language understood only by the one it desires,
Wanting freedom like caged birds.
Bodies understand only passion and longing,
They are incapable of telling a lie,
And when a body divulges its secrets to another,
What happens cannot be stopped by you or I.
A body remembers, it never forgets,
Another body which reigned its inner sanctum,
Even though through life it meets others,
It feels lost in an unknown kingdom.
When pain sends two bodies to gulfs of liquid fire,
And when love is the only remedy,
Their loins fuse to never part,
Dancing to a lustful rhapsody.
Bodies are curious, quixotic,
They understand feelings life cannot measure,
Their amplified responses to subtle touches mean,
They've reached the highest echelon of ecstasy and pinnacle of pleasure.
When the tryst with euphoria is made,
And the moist imprints of affection turn dry,
The bodies long to unite once again,
To commit a heavenly sin, to themselves they can never deny.
poem by SaviorsLavish Human
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CASTLE of SPIRITS
The nape of my neck, unexpectedly teased -
by a stray draft wafting like culs of stringed cobweb,
clinging to the hairs of my scruff as i -
shuffle my feet along the cracks of this old parquet floor.
I stop to brush away the silk-thread from my neck,
but nothing is there, nothing, and then i -
hear the whistle of the wind revealing its ruse,
bouncing 'gainst the walls of a spine narrow hallway,
claustrophobically surfing for the exodus
of open windows.
The inhale of mahogany and rosewood -
ancient castles capture moments through sense,
echo and solitude.
You and i share our lonliness
over sips of Jeroboam, and i -
wonder if the legend King of Israel
would imbibe with us, if our spirits
could sojourn back by sundial -
to eighth century b.c....renounce Judah,
allow us to stay the night with in his castle.
You tell me the wine has made your flesh very warm, and you -
ask me if i'd spill the caraf o'er your moist olive breasts,
place my lips between the streaking drops of spirit juice, and i -
follow them on their warm, southern course.
This castle, now my throne of thirst, and you -
are my poteable Queen, my chalice of yen, and i -
never tasted wine so sweet before,
then again, i always knew a mere dropp of you
could intoxicate me so.
~F j R~
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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Tallness is the beauty
Knot your hairs up,
Baring the nape,
Use vertical mark
Or tiny dot
On your forehead,
Wear wide neck blouse
With elbow sleeves,
Put on hanging stud
And let the hip and navel
Be shown
So that you look taller.
Tallness is the beauty.
12.03.2002, Karaikudi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Each building has to be beautiful, but cheap and fast, but it lasts forever. That is already an incredible battery of seemingly contradictory demands. So yes, I'm definitely perhaps contradictory person, but I operate in very contradictory times.
quote by Rem Koolhaas
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Up To My Neck In You
Well Ive been up to my neck in trouble
Up to my neck in strife
Up to my neck in misery
For most of my life
Ive been a fool
And you know what a fool can do
Im telling you
You came along when I needed you
Now Im up, Im up to my neck in you
And Ive been up to my neck in pleasure
Up to my neck in pain
Ive been up to my neck on the railroad track
Waitin for the train
To cruise on through
Well baby my time is due
Oh its way overdue
You came along and you pulled me through
Now Im up, up to my neck in you
Well Ive been up to my neck in whiskey
Ive been up to my neck in wine
Ive been up to my neck in wishing
That this neck wasnt mine
I was a loser
You werent lost
Baby you were too good, too good to be true
What youve got no one else could do
Now Im up, Im up to my neck in you
Yeah you came along when I needed you
Oh Im up to my neck in you
song performed by by AC-DC
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At present, I am mainly observing the physical motion of mountains, water, trees and flowers. One is everywhere reminded of similar movements in the human body, of similar impulses of joy and suffering in plants.
quote by Egon Schiele
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On Guard
The young
cannot believe that the old
were young
once.
The old
have quite forgotten
that the young
were once old.
Danger
comes from the worlds,
from the heavens,
from the hells.
Danger comes
through the sense doors.
Danger comes
to the body
which breaks and stumbles.
Every lungful of air
infiltrates microbes of destruction.
Every spadeful of earth
shelters a thousand enemies
that writhe and wriggle,
insinuate through cracks and fissures
in the tissue of the flesh
- and destroy.
Danger comes
to the mind
which absorbs the subtlest poisons
and provides a fertile, breeding ground
for the subtlest of poisonous plants;
to seed and germinate,
overspilling in the ten directions.
Danger comes
from having a body,
having a mind
wanting a body,
wanting a mind,
wanting.
poem by Brian Taylor
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2.21 Man & Animal
Of what difference does there be,
Between man and animal to see,
Not instincts common and so dear,
As sex, hunger, sleep, want or fear.
[122] - 2
Distinguishing man from animal be,
Not the desires, craving or the body,
But his sense and the divine light -
Of what be wrong and what be right.
[123] - 2
poem by Munnan Misra
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To be a preacher requires two apparently contradictory qualities: confidence and humility.
quote by Timothy Radcliffe
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Forbidden
We don't forget
When sun comes out to let
For whole universe
To brace up with promises
We are forbidden to venture
In our habitat for lovely future
No breeding grounds are left
There is complete encroachment with shift
We are unsure of our existence
Life is now mere a chance
Totally dependent on human mercy
Which was a never a case with almighty
We look towards sun god
And pray with heads high 'O, lord'
Take us to barren land
Where only nature is our friend
We shall groom with no threat
No danger and no fear to treat
Our future generation may breed too
Venture freely and carve out the way through
As the sun my go up
Animals and birds may cheer up and jump
From their hide outs and go for food
As near by river may provides fishes from flood
We wish and pray to be left alone
As we are not afraid from flood or cyclone
That devastation can be borne and faced
But this human are feared a lot when from somewhere surfaced
Whole of area cheers up with no fear
As there is no near by threat or danger
We have powerful wings to fly and migrate
But yes things are definitely needed to relate
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Watchers
Why should we fear the alien?
who seem to be observing us.
I fear much more my fellow men
It seems to me ridiculous.
That we assume hostility
of which there’s little evidence.
Perhaps the strange craft which we see
are merely on reconnaissance.
They’re tasked to watch the human race
but not allowed to interfere
. For some signs of maturity.
They are afraid that we draw near
to having the technology.
Which will enable us to spread
from our small island galaxy.
A happening they view with dread.
They know we are belligerent.
We have been watched for centuries
The fear the threat that we present.
We’re quarantined like some disease.
These monitors form outer space
who keep a wary eye on us.
Are right to fear the human race.
They are not merely curious.
Despite the progress man has made
to them we lack maturity...
They have good cause to be afraid
we threaten their security..
They have the right to be afraid
of human ingenuity.
Perhaps in time we’ll make the grade
when we attain maturity.
Man is his own worst enemy
he sees each stranger as a foe
and meets him with hostility.
We dare not let our own fear show.
Why should we fear the alien.
There is no reason for alarm
They do not act like other men
why should we fear that they mean harm..
10-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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When You Whisper In My Ear
when you whisper in my ear
you must know that i am not really listening
it is this warm breath of yours
that tickles my nape and my hair
my neck is sending erotic signals to my pelvis
i like to turn back to you quickly
so our lips may meet and then
i shall know what do you really want
candidly and spontaneously without words
do not tell me for i always understand.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There is a strange duality in the human which makes for an ethical paradox. We have definitions of good qualities and of bad; not changing things, but generally considered good and bad throughout the ages and throughout the species. Of the good, we think always of wisdom, tolerance, kindliness, generosity, humility; and the qualities of cruelty, greed, self-interest, graspingness, and rapacity are universally considered undesirable. And yet in our structure of society, the so-called and considered good qualities are invariable concomitants of failure, while the bad ones are the cornerstones of success.
quote by John Steinbeck
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Body and Language
Speak the unspoken language as she speaks to me.
Through the concept of her motion must have meaning.
The alpha of her power awakes in the sensual eye.
Skinned canvas of limbs and muscles artful in presentation.
Music of her body with stealthy tones climbing the walls of air.
Lines and curves and grooves manifests sensations and reactions.
Forward heat within her beautifully expressed in outward forms.
She feeds the stomach of my desire portion to portion some so
generously.A primal beacon for all things live and captivating.
A communication method about her that heightens pleasure and
slows down time.
poem by William Blackman
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Caught
Just when he was reaching the nape of your neck,
licking and kissing all warm, soft and wet.
Just when your bra hooks had finally snapped
and the carpet was better than sofa or lap.
Just when you thought you'd lay back and do
all of those things you were told not to do
the doorbell rang twice and what's more, in a flash,
all of your family came pouring through!
poem by Ruth Walters
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