The Blush
'I shall not blush
and turn all red.'
though I feel the blood
rushing to my head.
I shall put on powder
to still my face.
But I doubt the blush
I will erase.
For thoughts arise
if I think of you
and the blush appears
no matter what I do.
I shall say, 'I drank wine.'
if the blush won't go.
And I shall fool the world
and they won't know,
but you will.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sharing Eve's Apple
1.
O Blush not so! O blush not so!
Or I shall think you knowing;
And if you smile the blushing while,
Then maidenheads are going.
2.
There's a blush for want, and a blush for shan't,
And a blush for having done it;
There's a blush for thought, and a blush for nought,
And a blush for just begun it.
3.
O sigh not so! O sigh not so!
For it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin;
By these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips
And fought in an amorous nipping.
4.
Will you play once more at nice-cut-core,
For it only will last our youth out,
And we have the prime of the kissing time,
We have not one sweet tooth out.
5.
There's a sigh for aye, and a sigh for nay,
And a sigh for 'I can't bear it!'
O what can be done, shall we stay or run?
O cut the sweet apple and share it!
poem by John Keats
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O Blush Not So!
O BLUSH not so! O blush not so!
Or I shall think you knowing;
And if you smile the blushing while,
Then maidenheads are going.
There's a blush for want, and a blush for shan't,
And a blush for having done it;
There's a blush for thought, and a blush for nought,
And a blush for just begun it.
O sigh not so! O sigh not so!
For it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin;
By these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips
And fought in an amorous nipping.
Will you play once more at nice-cut-core,
For it only will last our youth out,
And we have the prime of the kissing time,
We have not one sweet tooth out.
There's a sigh for aye, and a sigh for nay,
And a sigh for "I can't bear it!"
O what can be done, shall we stay or run?
O cut the sweet apple and share it!
poem by John Keats
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The wheels on the bus
‘The wheels on the bus
Go round and round
Round and round
Round and round
The wheels on the bus
Go round and round
Round and round
Round and round
All night long’
The driver on the bus goes
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
The driver on the bus goes
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
All night long
The children on the bus go
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
The children on the bus go
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
All night long
The fathers on the bus go
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
The fathers on the bus go
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
All night long
The mothers on the bus go
Hush hush shus
Hush hus hush
Hush hush
The mothers on the bus go
Hush hush hush
All night long
The clouds in the sky go
Sky sky sky
Sky sky sky
Sky sky sky
The ashes from the ground go
Die die die
Die die die
Die die die
All night long
Shakiras on the bus go
Waka waka hey
Waka waka hey
Waka waka hey
The boughs in the tree go
Waka waka sway
Waka waka sway
Waka waka sway
All night long
PS:
The wheels on the bus – children’s song (anonymous?)
Waka waka World’s current top hit on VH1 music channel
August 17,2010
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Pink
A blush of pink:
She'd caught a roving eye -
He gave a wink.
Her smile had played a shy
And quaint florescence;
The siren of pubescence
Drew him in.
She bade him touch her hair,
Suggesting that he dare
To kiss her pulsing lips!
E'er the fool a man, he did:
The drips of blood began to cheer -
And so, another rid:
Tips of fangs are sharp, you know -
Dancing ivory feeds her soul -
See her claim a howl upon a chilling wind!
Slain, he lay across a crimson floor:
She grinned in her repletion.
A blush of pink;
Beneath a glowering sky
Her savoured drink
Was done.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The bold defiance of a woman is the certain sign of her shame, - when she has once ceased to blush, it is because she has too much to blush for.
quote by Charles Maurice de Talleyrand
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Should I
He stirs within me
Something I thought I had lost
So long ago
He stirs within me
Warmth deep inside
That slowly warms the soul
He stirs within me
A hunger a need
To be touched to be loved
That only he can appease these needs
That is sparkling like a flame deep within my soul
I blush as he sweetly caresses my life with his soul
I blush as he gently reminds me how much he loves me so
I blush thinking how he possible can fill my wants and needs
I blush thinking have I fallen in love once again
Dare I take that chance?
Dare I risk giving my heart?
Should I
©Copyright Kaila George 2012
poem by Kaila George
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Song
I saw thee on thy bridal day-
When a burning blush came o'er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
The world all love before thee:
And in thine eye a kindling light
(Whatever it might be)
Was all on Earth my aching sight
Of Loveliness could see.
That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame-
As such it well may pass-
Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame
In the breast of him, alas!
Who saw thee on that bridal day,
When that deep blush would come o'er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay;
The world all love before thee.
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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Re-discovery
RE-DISCOVERY
Hail the you in you
You may woo or let it woo
It is part; it is whole.
It is the centre also a pole.
It proceed s; it recedes
It is innocent
It is baudy
It is drab it is gaudy
Steer clear of the gutter
In and about you that doth matter
Blush is blush
Success is success
Ever -tightening
Even-brightening
Ever-heighteni ng.
(karnailsingh Heranwale) . s
poem by Karnail Singh Heirwale
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Dawn
AN angel, robed in spotless white,
Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.
Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.
Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Suzanne
Suzanne, you're all that I wanted of a girl
You're all that I need in the world
I'm your child, make me blush, drive me wild
Suzanne, you're all that I wanted
When I met you I was all alone
Cold and hungry cryin' on the phone
You baked me brownies and said, 'Don't you cry'
And gave me the coat off your back
Suzanne, you're all that I wanted of a girl
You're all that I need in the world
I'm your child, make me blush, drive me wild
Suzanne, you're all that I wanted
Even Izzy, Slash and Axl Rose
When I call, you put 'em all on hold
And say to me that you'd do anything
And all I can do is say that
I haven't much I can give you in return
Only my heart and a promise not to turn
But I sing to you every day and every night
Suzanne, I'm your man
Suzanne, you're all that I wanted of a girl
You're all that I need in the world
I'm your child, make me blush, drive me wild
Suzanne, you're all that I wanted
Of a girl
song performed by by Weezer
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Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl?
quote by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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I Love U In Me
{b-side of arms of orion}
She took off her dress, and I took a peek
While thunder storm played hide and seek
I begged for a kiss, she gave me 7
Our lips touched and it feel like heaven
Everything I want is what she does to me
She dont blush cause shes so damned free
When she makin love its like surgery
And she say, ooh
I love u in me
I promised myself not to come until she does
And she took both hands and a liar I was
No man in this world could ever hope 2 last
When my baby down shifts and starts pumpin fast
Everything I want is what she does to me
She dont blush cause shes so damned free
When she makin love its like surgery
And she say, ooh
I love u in me
I love u, I love u, in me
Our bodies sink in a pool of sweat
Its the kind of love that u never forget (never forget)
With u honey, Im the richest in the world (so rich)
I dont need money cause ure my girl (need money cause ure my girl)
Everything I want is what she does to me
She dont blush cause shes so damned free
When she makin love its like surgery (surgery)
And she say, ooh
I love u in me
I love u in me
Everything I want is what she does to me
U dont blush cause shes so damned free (so free)
When we makin love its like surgery (yeah)
And she say, ooh
I love u in me
(I love u)
Yeah
(ooh, I love u in me)
song performed by by Prince
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Crush
Crush, rush,
Crush, rush,
Rush, blush,
Crush, crush,
Its a crush, come to my place and take of your shirt, stay a while, (? ) make you smile,
Crush, crush,
Im need a rush,
You make me blush, I gotta crush,
You can getta way with murder, push me a little bit further,
You come to me with danger, then treat me like a stranger,
Got a crush, needa rush,
You make me blush, I gotta crush,
Lets not get heavy, chemistry is insite/side, dont fight decisions, baby,
Dont leave them behind, love me for a little while,
With your cool decision, Ill work you with my file,
Shes no competition,
Crush, I gotta rush,
You make me blush,
I gotta crush,
We can getta way with murder, crush me a little bit further,
We say we are lovers, we love undercover,
Crush, I gotta crush,
You make me rush,
You made me blush,
You give me rush,
Ah ha, you make me blush,
Too close for comfort, long as I dont get hurt,
I gotta crush, its a little to close for comfort, long as I dont get hurt,
Cos, we can getta way with murder, crush me a little bit further,
Come to me in danger, then treat me like a stranger,
Cos, we can getta way with murder, crush me a little bit further,
We say we are lovers, we love undercover,
Crush, you make me blush,
You make me rush, you play rough,
Ah, Im not tough, I gotta crush,
I gotta crush, hypnotise me,
I gotta crush, tantalise me,
I gotta crush, mesmerise me,
I gotta crush, hypnotise me.
song performed by by Grace Jones
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The Rose With Such A Bonny Blush
The rose with such a bonny blush,
What has the rose to blush about?
If it's the sun that makes her flush,
What's in the sun to flush about?
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXXVIII
TO ONE NOW ESTRANGED
Why did you love me? Was it not enough
That the world loved you, all the world and I?
Or was your heart of so sublime a stuff
That it might trifle with inconstancy
And love and cease to love and yet not die?
Heaven was your throne by right of happiness
And Earth your footstool. All things great and high
Waited your bidding, love itself no less.
Yet, if you deigned to love, if from your place
In Heaven you stooped, if, when your heart was moved,
A thrill of human pleasure tinged your face,
If 'twas in weakness not in strength you loved,
Then there was cause to blush. Yet, loving, how
Shall you blush less to be apostate now?
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Lawful Claims
He is her man who makes her blush
And who turns her, before him, tense.
He is her man who makes her dumb
And who turns her, to his moves, mum.
He is her man to whom she grows
Wild in bewilderment and whom she minds.
She is his woman who sends him mad
Of her, and who blinds him, against all odds.
She is his woman, who haunts him,
And who without reasons imprisons him.
She is his woman to whom he wills
To file all his to win over her will.
If so, we two befit
I revived your bridal blush,
You, my youthfulness.
08.12.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Do Gray Women Blush?
Do gray women blush,
when they’re feeling blue
getting a great rush
for a man who’s new?
Do they ever get,
to their extreme surprise,
suddenly most wet
when they see the size
of the man who made them
blush? The answer’s yes.
I know, because I’ve laid them.
Who are they? You must guess.
Inspired by a sexy dream I had last night, and by comments Roger Scruton makes about blushing in Sexual Desire: A Philosophical Investigation.
This was Linda’s response:
Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
Grey is the color of cloudy skies
and they can turn black, angry,
white the color round my eyes
and red after a sangri,
but though some rinse like heaven to blue
and purple on occasions,
I'm earthbound, brown, rich soil, a hue
most lustful in persuasions.
Yet grey, red, black, brown, purple, blue
all crown a head with features
like cheeks that blanche when love's not true
or blush at lustful creatures
who like a snake with tasty fruit
ensnare the dormouse lingering
within it's cosy cave tree root
aroused by brilliant fingering!
8/18/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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My Pink Man
Pink is my colour,
wat wld i do without it, i wonder.
Pink is my mans colour,
which he aint shy to wear.
If u saw hm in hs pink shirt,
u wld definately kam to a halt, He is a total hunk.
I write lv letters to him in pink ink,
n watch his eyes blink
wen readin th letter in pink.
I love wearin pink blush,
coz wen he touches me my cheeks flush n i blush.
He gave me a pink rose
wen i wore my pink gloss
n kissd hs sweet lips
makin them turn as pink as my lip gloss.
Pink is th colour of hs door,
we'll slp on hs pink carpet on th floor
cz i wanna feel hs soft skin presd against mine 4 sure.
He is the one i live for,
he is th one to die for.
My pink man,
he's th reason y am nt a nun.
poem by Julie Njoki
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Occhi Verde
Love, love, love
my dear, don't blush
look me in the eye
and say that.
Green eyes swallow many things beyond belief:
Love which prevents my answer
forbids your question.
Don't fidgit, dear, stand still.
Don't blush, don't go dumb.
Green eyes drown many uncertainties.
Confess the small crimes with heart-felt rue.
Let the big ones speak for themselves.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
Grey is the color of cloudy skies
and they can turn black, angry,
white the color round my eyes
and red after a sangri,
but though some rinse like heaven to blue
and purple on occasions,
I'm earthbound, brown, rich soil, a hue
most lustful in persuasions.
Yet grey, red, black, brown, purple, blue
all crown a head with features
like cheeks that blanche when love's not true
or blush at lustful creatures
who like a snake with tasty fruit
ensnare the dormouse lingering
within it's cosy cave tree root
aroused by brilliant fingering!
8.18.08
Reply to GWH's
Do Gray Women Blush?
poem by Linda Hepner
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