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Strong Women!

strong women...
hips that move oceans,
eyes that drink darkness.
hands that weave stars
from thoughts fine as silk.
lips swollen with storm,
tongues that crack icecaps.
the lioness roars,
and monkeys shudder.
volcanoes erupting,
storms tear off the roof.
soul emanates
from fresh cut trees.
hair sweeping the pillows,
nails digging into infinity.
and the soft gentle touch,
that restores sight,
and walks on water...
the scent of creation,
the hunger that rocks!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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So Real

Run your fingers
Up my spine
Gently caressing
I feel fine

No, better than fine
soft and sexy
Your roaming hands
Exciting me

Turn me about as you will
Anything you do
I'll be pleased
Lips on my skin, this is new

A soft moan escapes
I want to do the same
Run my fingers through your hair
Feel my ignited flame

Reaching out
You move away
'Please don't go!
Come back! Stay! '

A cheeky smile
Across your face
'Sshh' you whisper
Let's keep a steady pace

Down you move
Your hand on my hips
Then suddenly I feel
My warmth and your lips

O sweet torture
What heavenly bliss
Please don't stop!
Never end this kiss!

But then you do
Caressing my leg
Further down you go
Please don't make me beg

Wait! Hold on!
I'm undressed? !
Is this what you did
With each caress?

Come back please
I'm starting to shiver
Your body over mine
Its the perfect cover

Where have you gone?
I can't feel your heat
Was is something I said?
Why won't our lips meet?

Tossing and turning
Moving around
Trying to feel for you
I can't hear a sound

why won't my eyes open
They're not covered
I need to see you -
Complete darkness, I'm shuttered!

Let's try again
One eye at a time
Just a peak
But what do I find

All alone tangled in sheets
It was just a dream!
Still fully clothed
I want to scream!

poem by scarlette Phoenix
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When Eyes Meet

the most intense part of lovemaking
is when eyes meet and undress...
and the world dies, and is born anew.
storms rage, oceans swell,
trees are bent with longing.
paths touch, and are deeply burnt,
and thousands of years are spoken...
without a word, without a thought,
infinity revealed in touch!
the candle flickers, goes out,
and darkness itself becomes light...
wolves howl, and the moon whispers!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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In The Dark, Painted Pink

eyes blazing in the dark
do not be slumbered
by sleek black hair
and soft touching
of breath from
ripened lips of red

eyes blazing in the dark
do not fall into sleep's abyss
as gentle touch
fingers promises on brow
with polished nails
pointed painted pink

eyes blazing in the dark
do not drift in dreams
of allures sweet scent
such intoxicates
and dims the wit
of weary men

eyes blazing in the dark
look into souls
and reflect
what is within;
eyes blazing in the dark

poem by David Taylor
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The Images!

When you try to touch my gentle heart,
Please make sure your fatty nails are clipped,
The fresh bruises and the old scars a lot,
That can't be seen through eyes the naked.

When you drink water to saturate me,
Please make sure you don't adulterate,
The fresh bulges and swellings are a lot,
That can't be seen through the eyes, the naked.

When you breathe to fill my alveoli,
Please make sure you don't suffocate.
The vessels are collapsed with cancerous blooms,
That can't be seen through the eyes, the naked.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Walk Through Kale.

Walking through a field of kale
Jane in front and you following behind
brushing on your hands over

the dew damp leaves
breathing in the morning air
she looking around

in case the farmer
or one of his farmhands
sees you wander

through the tall kale
you notice she has a slight wiggle
as she walks ahead

not intentional
not like some of the girls at school
you put on the wiggling hips

to attract the boy's searching eyes
it's just a natural movement
and you watch and take in

the decisive tread she makes
maybe in fear of mouse
or just cautious of doing damage

to the kale's green stems
then she pauses and turns around
facing you and says

I come here sometimes
and sit amongst the kale
just to be alone and away

from the pressures
and eyes of others
you nod and say

it gets like that sometimes
and as you speak
your eyes move over her face

and at her eyes
and the way her hair
is neatly brushed

and her lips parted slightly
as if about to speak
mother warmed me of boys

she says looking over your shoulder
at the farm beyond
she says they're not to be trusted

then she pauses
and looks you in the eyes
and oh you mutter inwardly

the way she looks
the way her eyes
move over me like an artist's brush

and you sense
a kiss waiting to happen
lips paused to press

tongues ready to explore
each other's orifice
warm and wet

but nothing happens
and you both walk on
through the dew damp kale

hoping for another time
another fresh dawn
another sexier now.

poem by Terry Collett
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Under Whose Moon?

whose lips do you kiss in your sleep?
whose hands upon your breast?
whose voice do you hear
in the shudder of dreams...
whose hot breath upon your neck?
whose wetness feeds your hunger?
whose fire? and who stirs the embers?
whose howl? whose mount?
whose furred claw digging into your flesh?
whose darkness... under whose moon!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Lonely Tear

I close my eyes and you are there
As you stand in front of me
I reach out my hand to hold you
As you have set my soul and mind free
You then give me a smile and then a kiss
And now my heart and soul is on fire
I tremble and shake with thoughts only of you
My heart is full of want and your desire.
You then close your eyes and walk towards me
We then kiss with both passion and need
You gave me what I want I gave you what you have
To each other our passions we will feed.
You then step away to show me who you are
I ravish you with my hands and eyes
I then caress your breasts and touch your lips
Once again I am a man deep inside.
You turn around just one more time
To prove to me that your the woman for me
I take a deep breath it explodes in my soul
My soul and mind of all other women is free.
You take me by the hand and lead me to our bed
We lay down together with you at my side
Your head is on my chest and my hands in your hair
My passion for you for this night I will not hide.
You then make me a man I can barely stand
I look at you as you are covered with silk and lace
We then kiss again you’re my lover and friend
As I can see the pleasure upon your face.
I open my eyes and now you are gone
And sadly it was a dream you are no longer here
I now forget the passion and the words I had spoke
Now I walk away alone, with one lonely tear.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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All You See

Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Aaah Haa
Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Hey Hey
Verse 1 Terry
You best believe everyday I get the same ole thang
All kind of bruthas coming up to me
With silly lies that could make you sick oh they need to quit
And get away from me, don't get me wrong I like attention too
But do they really have to act a foolCuz they see a lady lookin' good?
Please admit
Chorus
Is it my hips? my lips?
My eyes? My thighs?
My chest? My hair?
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Is it my hips? My lips?
My eyes? My thighs?
My chest? My hair?
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Verse 2 Terry
In a limousine, fancy car, bling-bling-bling
Even if you're standing 6 foot 3 or 3 feet tall with no teeth
Have respect for me, try conversation please
Before you try and put your hands on me
When will they ever learn there's more to me,
Than T&A on this PYT
Daddy please
Chorus
Is it my hips? my lips? (Daddy)
My eyes? My thighs?
My chest?(My chest) My hair? (My hair)
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Is it my hips? (My hips) my lips? (My lips)
My eyes? (My eyes) My thighs? (My thighs)
My chest? (My chest) My hair? (My hair)
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Bridge Michael Marshall:
How come you actin' like you don't know
Why some bruthas always lose control
When you're wearing them hip high jeans
With your thong out baby please let a playa speak
And don't you start to tweak,
You got the body that can make men weep
So when you walk around in those do me clothes like those videhos
Girl you need to know that all I'm lookin' at is
Chorus
Hips and lipsAnd eyes, your thighs
Your chest, your hair
Girl that big ole (hey-e-e-ea)
Is that all you see?
Your hips, your lips
Your eyes, your thighs
Your chest baby, your hair
You're sexy underwear (hey-e-e-ea)
Is that all you see?
Uh-huh Uh-huh sexy underwear I see
Ooh and I know, I know
Your hips somethin' 'bout your thighs
Is driving me crazy, Ooh hey uh-huh uh-huh
(Ooh)Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Aaah Haa
Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Hey Hey
(hey-e-e-ea)
Is that all you see?

song performed by by En Vogue
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Poem about Poetry - The Birth

a inspiration, a holy infusion of the muse
then a tabulation, multiplication on so many levels
the cells, the legs, the eyes, the nails, the hair all
turning up at the right places, a range of musical notes
so that they could be worked into a fine art of creation

when all is well conceived, there comes sweeping over
the valley of thoughts, an angel cueing to all to take on
to their feet on a journey to the land of humanity, a contraction
to give the world another divine work, either to fall in love
with or to frown upon

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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No Difference In Memory - After Reading Li-Young Lee

for Karthik

I am flying.

I am falling.

No difference in memory,

the smell of rose oil in your hair

my body can find even in the dark

its scent upon me when I awaken

is the cup alone I drink.

I shall go on drinking when

you leave before dawn

departing to another life

I cannot live but only steal

from mysterious bankers

who lend but never give.

I am not free of this cup.

I have stolen it to remember

milk and a scent of rose

entangled in black hair.

Put me on any cross then,

one of two thieves beside any

good Christ and I'll be with Him

in any paradise above or below.

When He says, I thirst,

if I can reach with nailed hands,

I will gently touch it to his bruised lips

and say, Take. Drink. Drink it all.

I return this cup to you.

poem by Warren Falcon
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Dominion Day

In my darkness
I hear jesus crying.
In my darkness
I see children savage and blind.
In my darkness
I see dead men kneel before the cross.
In my darkness
I hear the voice of evil.
Disciples, dark angels,
This is dominion day
My demons, come to me
This is dominion day
In his darkness
I can feel the storm come.
In his darkness
Holy water burns my soul.
In his darkness
A grave waits for you at heavens gate.
In his darkness
I hear screams that hide the voice of god.
Come children of eden
Pray to me on dominion day.
Pray for your salvation,
Sanctuary on dominion day
My soul, save me.
In his mercy,
He will bring the disease.
In his mercy
He will burn the oceans.
In his mercy
He will tear the sky down.
In his mercy
He will make pain eternal.
Your nightmare is breathing
This is dominion day.
Welcome to your saviour
This is dominion day.
This is my new kingdom.
This is dominion day.
Creation bleeds for me.
This is dominion day.

song performed by by Gary Numan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Awakening storm

I stand on a cliff and the below the sea roars like thunder
and water foams with sweeping fingers
and a storm wind from the sea swishes in.

I stand on a cliff and the below the sea roars like thunder,
waves crash with a mighty roar
supported by shattering force.

I stand on a cliff and the below the sea roars like thunder
and water foams with sweeping fingers.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Missing those old times

moon
sun stars
clouds
trees
seas lakes
hills

are these all
that you can say?

there are those that
must be given: light, mist, waves,
depths, rolling
green
hanging cottons

we sometimes need to feel
what movements they have
drifting, wavering,
dive, thunder, lightning
softness of blue
softness of silk,
coldness of rain

and then let us move somewhere
into hands holding
our bodies side by side
against the coldness of the
ground and rocks

it is the intimacy that we lack
the sticky wetness
that we have forgotten
the entanglement of
lovely thoughts
the odor of dreams
the sweetness of our tongues
bones and cartilage
cinnamon and vanilla
sauce and pineapples
sugar and salt and the bitterness
of some herbs
all these ingredients
of life
they all make us whole again

not just stars and sun and moon
and sky

it is when we lie on the grass again
to see the maps of stars

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Skirt

Hallo Germaine that's a fine skirt you have
A fine skirt for a queen A cruel queen
Let's feel the silk of it Silk from Japan
And trimmed with wide lace made on no machine

Your skirt's a silken bell whose double clapper
Your legs have struck the passing of my fancies
O Germaine now I ring it my breast heaving
My hands press down upon your willing haunches

Your bedroom O my bell is a fine belfry
My hands touch silk and seem to tear my ears
Those pegs are gallows on which skirts are hanging
Those hanging men are dazzling my eyes

Motionless as an owl the oil lamp watches

poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Moon Fishing

When the moon was full they came to the water.
some with pitchforks, some with rakes,
some with sieves and ladles,
and one with a silver cup.

And they fished til a traveler passed them and said,
"Fools,
to catch the moon you must let your women
spread their hair on the water --
even the wily moon will leap to that bobbing
net of shimmering threads,
gasp and flop till its silver scales
lie black and still at your feet."

And they fished with the hair of their women
till a traveler passed them and said,
"Fools,
do you think the moon is caught lightly,
with glitter and silk threads?
You must cut out your hearts and bait your hooks
with those dark animals;
what matter you lose your hearts to reel in your dream?"

And they fished with their tight, hot hearts
till a traveler passed them and said,
"Fools,
what good is the moon to a heartless man?
Put back your hearts and get on your knees
and drink as you never have,
until your throats are coated with silver
and your voices ring like bells."

And they fished with their lips and tongues
until the water was gone
and the moon had slipped away
in the soft, bottomless mud.

poem by Lisel Mueller
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Hips Sway

Not the harsh sunshine
Cast soft dusk ambers instead
Brow furroughs not be shown
Let only clarity be read
Sway. Just sway

Close your eyes now
Sway
Let your mind wander now
Hips Sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway

And like the road
That tells of no fatalities
Let me fool you one more time
Nievete travels smooth-Just fine
When you're with me
Sway Just sway

Close your eyes now
Sway
Let your mind wander now
Hips sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway

Let the sweet of my lips
Linger on your finger tips
Longer than the rational of time
Not trying to keep you
Not trying to make you mine
Sway. Just sway

Close your eyes now
Sway
Let your mind wander now
Hips Sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway

So when the night shadows
No longer move my way
Persuaded you can not be
Not even one more day
Impaled I will not be
Instead retreat to mountain tops
To face the sky and say
Remember how we used to sway

Close your eyes now
Sway.
Let your mind wander now
Hips Sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway

poem by Atty Davis
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The Moonflower

The moon flower has lights on her kneecaps
Kissed by the beams galaxies stranding
Across the milk ways breast fed in her laps
Sleepless in each glimmer that's landing

To pull the strings of her silent lips
To crack the code of the cryptic night
To touch her hair and her silver hips
Swaying the burdens of the morning light

Her navel's pierced with a jewel rare
Stolen right from the tip of the tongue
A day to pronounce and once again to dare
To spell the dawns in the songs unsung

Her feet are tender her toes are so tiny
Her nails are polished in stardust of silver
Her eyes made of beauty silently miming
A water to each ocean and bed to each river

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Old Hands And Old Eyes....

old hands unbutton
the blouse of the day.
old hands make coffee,
open the dusty blinds.
old hands wash a few dishes,
make breakfast for the dogs...
old hands feed the stray cat,
make toast and wait.
old eyes caress the sunlight
as if an old friend.
old eyes see the work,
yet stop, to touch the morning.
old eyes kiss the trees,
the squirrels, and distant mountains.
old eyes ache with longing,
and amazement.

old hands and old eyes
begin the journey anew.
listening intently for the footfall,
for another candle, a hoe.
for the scent of nearness,
perhaps only remembered.
old hands and old eyes,
take the plow, the hammer,
and the nails....
old hands and old eyes,
waiting for love!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Lines Of My Hands

are we really meant for each other?
let the lines of our hands grow mouths
let them speak about a reunion of hearts
do i see you once again holding hands
with your shadow? or was it me wrapping
my hands with water? or blinding my eyes
with what fairies use in their flights?
the stars of the zodiac, what are they
really talking about? about us? two lips
fusing a rose? promises grasping for
protocols? the jalousies are like tongues
begging for words, and the floors are
empty arms thirsting for an embrace.
the lines of my hands are ants drawing
a destiny. I look at all these, and where
they must all lead me. One furrows for
death, the other delineates for life.
I cup the water of life, and drink.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fresh

Magical twisted river winding through the land before time
Silhouettes of lovers dancing on the sands
The birds first break of chourus into the morning light
And the first kiss of the sun on trees extracting from them glorious shades of green

Fresh is the kiss of the young lovers as they stand holding hands
Fresh is the morning breeze briskly brushing through their hair
Fresh the first sip of crystal waters scooped lovingly into his hand
Fresh her lips pressed against his in an embrace of innocence

The scent of her more than any man in his lifetime can imagine
His masucline features more than any young girl could resist
As they press themselves closer together entwined they realise
On this first day of forever this is the beginning of time

New love and creation set forth on this day of days
The whole world seemingly new and refreshed with most astounding simplicity
Carefree as the wind they walk together
This is eternity this is the beginning this is the end, this is their time

Fresh is the kiss of the young lovers as they stand holding hands
Fresh is the morning breeze briskly brushing through their hair
Fresh the first sip of crystal waters scooped lovingly into his hand
Fresh her lips pressed against his in an embrace of innocence

poem by Nikki Hays
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