Kissing Her
She stood by the door of the upper pool,
Then she exposed her nakedness to you!
And the rain never stopped you from kissing her.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler
Yes...
I love the foreplay.
And a touching we both get.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
And a touching we both get.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
WITH THE KISSING DONE IN TENDERNESS,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
WITH THE KISSING DONE IN TENDERNESS,
WHEN STRIPPED TO NAKEDNESS.
Yes...
I do!
'And I gather you are a screamer too? '
Aux contrare, mon ami.
Tu et moi...
Moan!
Laissez les bon temps rouler.
C'est si bon!
N'est pas? Oui.
'I get the 'we' bit.
But I'm not so sure about the nest,
Pa!
Yours or mine? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When the rain stopped
it was when the rain stopped
that you left me: i own the umbrella
that you do not need now. You return
it. It was when the rain stopped
that you forget my name. My name
is need. And what you need is love.
My name is necessity. But what
you need is the luxury of honesty.
it was when the rain stopped that
you were honest enough to say:
i do not need you. I do not love you.
and then it rains so hard again
and you come knocking on my
door. You are wet. You are cold.
You are shivering. You are
trembling.
I look at you inside my house
looking by the window. I hide
behind the blue curtain. And i
tell myself: I do not believe you
anymore. And i ask myself:
How can i believe you again?
And then the rain stops.
And then you are gone.
And then i open the window.
And then i see the white dove flying
and hovering near a tree beside my window.
And then i set my heart free.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rain Drops
If the rain drops,
It doesn't fall on one man's head;
So, this poem is about to make you learn.
If the rain drops were sticks of cigarettes,
Many of us will smoke to death;
If the rain drops were bullets from heaven,
Many of us will dropp dead at once;
If the rain drops were roses of love,
Many of us will make love one night;
If the rain drops were trees,
Many of us will sleep on them;
If the rain drops were stones,
Many of us will be admitted in the hospitals;
If the rain drops were men,
Many women will fight for them;
If the rain drops were women,
Many men will kill for them;
If the rain drops were birds,
Many of us will learn to fly;
If the rain drops were acid,
Many of us will be admitted in hell;
If the rain drops were flowers,
Many of us will beautify our homes;
If the rain drops were spies,
Many of us will be exposed of our nakedness;
If the rain drops were guns,
Many of us will join the Third World War;
If the rain drops were teachers,
Many of us will be well educated;
If the rain drops were students,
Many of us will still roam the streets;
If the rain drops were parents,
Many of us will be at home;
If the rain drops were bicycles,
Many of the cars will be grounded;
If the rain drops were diamonds,
Many of the mines will be closed down;
If the rain drops were candies,
Many of us will visit the toilet;
If the rain drops were houses,
Many of us will not be homeless;
If the rain drops were Whites,
Many of the Blacks will not be seen;
If the rain drops were Blacks,
Many of the Whites will not be heard of;
If the rain drops were envelopes,
Many of the post offices will work overtime;
If the rain drops were Television Sets,
Many of us will be glued to them;
If the rain drops were Human Beings,
Many of the Planets will be repositioned;
If the rain drops were Computers,
Many of the hackers will be exposed;
If the rain drops were Cell-Phones,
Many of us will be very sincere;
If the rain drops were Elephants,
Many of us will die while the earth tilts off its axis;
If the rain drops were bananas,
Many of us will turn out to be monkeys;
If the rain drops were monies,
Many Banks will be folded up;
If the rain drops were Babies,
Many of us will go for Family Planning;
If the rain drops were melodies,
Many of us will come out and dance;
If the rain drops were singers,
Many of us will record our songs;
If the rain drops were clothes,
Many of us will cover our nakedness;
If the rain drops were Bibles,
Many of the Churches will speak the truth;
If the rain drops were herbs,
Many of us will not be sick;
If the rain drops were meat,
Many of us will become fools;
If the rain drops were apples,
Many of us will have very soft lips;
If the rain drops were Poems,
Many of us will love the art;
If the rain drops were boxers,
Many of us will walk around with one eye;
If the rain drops were naked women,
Many men will easily get accidents;
If the rain drops were naked men,
Many women will laugh at them;
If the rain drops were Tribesheads,
Many of us will be the subjects to them;
If the rain drops were History Books,
Many of the False Writers will be exposed;
If the rain drops were footballers,
Many of us will score a goal;
If the rain drops were Taxes,
Many of us will not hide from them;
If the rain drops were canes,
Many of us will obey the law;
If the rain drops were needles,
Many of us will not escape from injections;
Oh yes, if the rain falls, it dosen't fall on one man's house.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In The Darkness
Your nakedness is now exposed to us,
Because of what you did last night;
But it is very common around us and,
It is seen everywhere!
And your desire is like the mind of the masses,
But the wind came in and in the darkness you were exposed!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Under Cover Of The 'rain
Under cover of the rain,
it does this too you some times
and under it we are kissing.
I let you touch my face,
which like the tidal pool has expectations.
Your song of love, this song and does each lullaby
and the rain is quite never has it slept, this silent,
swimming pools, i and you look up.
Full the swimming pool which in the night
when the ground it shimmers and makes some other song
which sleeps as music under your pink tin roof,
some times i think you are eccentric,
but the water made in France is too expensive, love.
poem by Is It Poetry
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Bath with out bath room
Rain drops
Kissing on
Sea...
'I was taking
shaver bath'
Say for sea with smile wave...
' I was take swmming
With yours sea pool'
Say for rain drops happley cry
Booth are bath
Without bath room
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Half In Day, Half In Night!
what if you moved the mountain?
raised your hand and stilled the storm?
fed the hungry, healed the sick,
and stood up and stopped all wars?
what if you peeled back the mask of prejudice,
and exposed the beating heart?
what if you walked on the water?
what if you built a temple,
using only your own hands?
what if you made your life a prayer?
what if you gave all you had to the poor?
what if you did all of this,
and it still wasnt enough?
would you be willing to go on?
what if i gave you my heart,
my spirit, and my soul?
and laid my body at your feet,
sacrificing my dreams for yours?
what if i stood up like a man
and demanded an answer?
would you know,
and would you care?
what if i opened the door
and flew into the night?
would there be a light on
when i returned?
what if i just dont know
anything else to say or do?
so what if i just be me?
would you recognize the man
standing, half in day,
and half in night?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Kissing You
And I cant believe its real
I cant believe its you
Cant believe its happening
Cant believe its true
And I cant believe that you are here with me
And I am here with you
Softly kissing you
Forever kissing you
Kissing you
And I cant believe my eyes
I dont know what to do
Cant believe you are mine
Nor that Im lying here with you
And I cant believe youre making love with me
And Im making it with you
Softly kissing you
Forever kissing you
Kissing you
Through the night
I feel fire
And theres nothin but you in my mind
As you quench me all of my desires
And I melt in ecstasy
And I cant believe its real
Cant believe its true
Cant believe that you chose me
When I was choosing you
And I cant believe that you are here with me
And I am here with you
Softly kissing you
Forever kissing you
Oh gently kissing you
Kissing you
Kissing you
Kissing you
song performed by by Faith Evans
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The Heavy Rain
the heavy rain makes you stop
and you knock on my door
and i open it, and then we
talk about a lot of things about
us, our family, our lands and
ways of surviving the hardships
of this present day life, i offer
you coffee and cookies and
we talk some more about
the future, politics and economics
and religion and philosophy and
poetry. And then the rain stops.
the conversation ends. You
say thank you.You are leaving
now. You are like the rain.
I am like the door. We are
like the conversations. And
we know when to stop and
where to begin again. It is
the heavy rain. It stopped.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stiff Upper Lip
(young - young)
Well I was out on a drive
On a bit of a trip
Lookin for thrills
To get me some kicks
Now I warn you ladies
I shoot from the hip
I was born with a stiff
Stiff upper lip
Like a dog in a howl
I bite everything
And Im big and Im drawl
And Ill ball your thing
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
Shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Now listen
Well Im workin it out
And Ive done everything
And I cant reform no
Can you feel my sting
Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip, yeah
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot from the hip
Well Im out on the prowl
And Ill ball your thing
I got the teeth thatll bite you
Can you feel my sting
Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot shoot shoot from the hip
I got a (stiff upper lip)
Better believe me (stiff upper lip)
Comin down (stiff upper lip)
See my (stiff upper lip)
Yeah I got a (stiff upper lip)
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot
Shoot from the hip
2000, j. albert & son, pty.
song performed by by AC-DC
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Sugar
On the vermont transit bus I leaned my arm into alittle chink of sun,
Going somewhere older than I was,
Strapped into something tight, keeping me small.
I dug into you like rock climbing;
Too scared of coming down,
Too scared of going up,
Too scared of rockface.
I shouldve split my sides or spilled my guts or hit you or something,
But I was good, and your fathers little pancakes
So round and perfect and me sitting up too straight,
Laughing in wrong places, kissing you,
Kissing up, kissing too soon.
When the cock crows
When the morning comes where will I go?
When the cock crows
When the love is gone where will I go?
And when you got me pregnant I stopped the party and
I stopped the typewriter and I stopped your dumb ball game in the red barn and i
Stopped your father and bled instead.
And I felt the lie - something sticky on the inside,
A bitter wind in my throat,
Stopping me wanting,
In my stomach, in my head and you said
Sugar sugar, you couldnt come come
Sugar sugar, without your mother
Sugar sugar, you couldnt taste it
Sugar sugar, in my throat.
When the cock crows
When the morning comes where will I go?
When the cock crows
When the love is gone where will I go?
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Whirl pool
Whirl pool
On lake...
At through the stones...
water...
Rund rund...
Arund...
Whirl pool...
A Simply beauty...
The rain drops on
On pool water...
Many many
Little...little...
whirl pool
Run and rund to be...
Play the pool...
It was nature wool
With cool...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Kiss with out Bite
Car was
Going on
The road...
Rain was kissing...
window...
Love me...
Love me...
Asking for
Rain drops...
With kissing...
Car did not
Love the rain...
Go fast on the road...
On the way
Non stoped rain drops
kiss with out Bite...
Car care less...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Be My Rain
When you fell into my arms
Appearing so frail, if you ever were
And you told me a thousand things
I've never dreamt about
When your eyes fell grey
Could it be I made them shine for awhile?
Now you're gone, as if you ever meant to stay
Be my rain
Be my rain
To wash the pain and the truth away
Be my rain
Be my rain
Embrace my world, everlasting
We were talking through the night
No one could say a word
Of what had passed or should be said
As if time stood silent,
The dawn never came
And the skies are empty
Since we stopped
Far away,
We cannot share the love within us
You're far away,
And rising up to start
again
song performed by by Zeraphine
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Oh, Gray And Tender Is The Rain
Oh, gray and tender is the rain,
That drips, drips on the pane!
A hundred things come in the door,
The scent of herbs, the thought of yore.
I see the pool out in the grass,
A bit of broken glass;
The red flags running wet and straight,
Down to the little flapping gate.
Lombardy poplars tall and three,
Across the road I see;
There is no loveliness so plain
As a tall poplar in the rain.
But oh, the hundred things and more,
That come in at the door! --
The smack of mint, old joy, old pain,
Caught in the gray and tender rain.
poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese
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Some Days After School
Some days after school
having slipped by her mother's vision
she met you in the back woods
by the pool
and you were there
in the your tee shirt and jeans
and she stood there
for a moment
in her blouse and skirt
and you stared at each other
taking in the beauty
you saw there
enjoying the moment
the big now
shutting out the bird song
the rabbits by the trees
the far off sound of traffic
and she broke out and said
had a job get by her scanner eyes
had to slip out
before she gave out the chores
and she came over to you
standing there
and stood real close
so that you could sense her body
just about touching yours
her perfume teasing
your nostrils
stirring your body
and then she closed her eyes
and kissed your lips
and it was like
a first day of creation
as if God had said
there you go
feel the love
sense the glow
and you did
and it seemed an eternity
but was merely minutes
glued and touched
and wet and warm
then you sensed
the rain coming
and distant storm
and then the raindrops
hit the pool like small bullets
and grabbing her hand
you ran through the trees
away from the pool
carrying the memory of a kiss
and a bird's lone call.
poem by Terry Collett
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The Photographer
I am the photographer who saw your nakedness,
Because i took your naked-pictures for the show;
And i am now standing behind your door knocking.
Please open up, for your pictures are ready after printing;
And i am here to hand over some copies to you.
I want ot see your reactions towards your beauty and,
What your nakedness writes about you;
For you were among the best after shooting.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In Stubborn Wishful Missions
As exposed as truth has become,
To lay stripped in raw nakedness...
Under a clear Sun...cloudless!
And without a shadow to cast,
The appearance of its existence...
As had been done in the past,
By those passing to barter shared doubts...
There are those still refusing,
To see truth for what it is.
And they gather together,
In stubborn wishful missions...
Hoping their prayers will chase truth away,
For something that is more suitable...
That will keep their delusions fed.
As exposed as truth has become,
With nothing left to be said or read to be done...
Between lines to redefine its existence or content.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Classical
Classical imaginations and,
Of the muse of love that exposed your nakedness to me;
But you are very sweet on my lips.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To Deceive You
Satan can transform herself into many forms to deceive you,
But the labourer is worthy of his reward;
One's nakedness may be exposed but,
You shall not have sexual relation with a man like you do with a woman.
She belongs to your friend so,
Do not expose her nakedness;
Like a woman during her monthly period.
You are responsible for what you choose,
Like the lust of depraved passions;
But, you have rulership over the fish of the sea.
You went the way of the gods and now,
You have stories for the world to know;
Empty babblings,
Guard that which is committed to your trust.
The wages of sin is death but,
The gift of Yahweh is eternal life;
Through Yahshua Messiah.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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