That No One Walks...
we sleep in the place between chapters,
where even silence waits, as if in awe.
my body tingles, be it flesh or spirit,
i am not ready for the grave!
tis the knee of the lover,
the breath of god on my neck!
the candle burns down, and bows...
even the clock trembles with the smallest breeze,
and the pillow weeps perhaps knowing.
i am not the man i thought i knew,
but the fingers tracing the nipple...
when death tastes like passion spilled...
onto the floor that no one walks!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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That Stands And Weeps...
i am the heart of stone,
the body of great mountains.
my feet speak their silent prayers,
my silence clothes their waiting.
i feel the passion, the beat of stone,
i am their embrace of both earth and sky.
you are the fire both hot and cool,
that defines the breath of their being.
i am the time only mountains know,
you the tick of the flesh born clock.
as eternity bows with humble need,
to know the intimacy that stands and weeps!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Language Of Silence
we cannot often hear...
the whisperings of the grasses,
the chant of trees swaying,
those intimate voices in the wind...
we have no names for these sounds,
these doings outside the cage.
does the body call from the grave?
do bird's wings exchange secrets with the sky?
is the moment just before, and just after,
the last breath... the only eternity we know?
why do we call god, god?
is the atheist closer to the presence?
we go to wars with righteous fever...
we kill as if a gift.... to whom?
we draw our morals with black crayons
on the sheets of our indiscretions..
wearing our holiness like halloween masks...
who are we fooling?
if you must call her god,
i'm sure she weeps...
the lover mourns who walks alone!
the wind has no name,
and that is enough!
the language of silence
smells like nails and tastes like rain!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Nothing Is Lost
Nothing is lost,
Nothing is vanished..
But, the transformation
of energies occurs!
The body will be left
after death, the spirit,
must be added to air
to take new form......
As a candle burns
and decreases in size....
Our body too, burns
and burns, to be added
in another life,
after being fully burnt.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Cup Now Empty
the body lowered in the grave,
has nothing left to say.
and the list of things to do,
falls from the dresser to the floor.
yesterdays, all that remain,
tomorrow never came.
both the candle,
and the book of matches,
turn away!
the lips set firm and cold,
never to kiss again.
eyes closed and locked like doors
that no one has the key to.
the heart wrapped in brown paper,
put away in a forgotten closet.
and the smells and tastes of dreams,
cannot bring life to silent bones!
what is done is done.
the brook turned quiet,
the pine tree weeps.
and the cawing of the crows,
haunts the dreamless...
the cup now empty!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Secret Lover
I am the lover of my brother’s wife,
Said Jane; we sit and talk when he’s
Away at work. I love the way she sits
And the sound of her voice, the sparkle
In her eyes when the room lights capture,
Breathe in her scent when we draw near.
I touch her hand to feel her pulse, sense
The blood race beneath her skin, her fingers
Clutching the glass of wine she’s poured,
The way her other hand rests upon my knee.
She is the object of my dreams, the subject
Of my thoughts and sight; she sleeps beside
Me in my bed at night, sometimes imagined
Often for real when her husband’s away.
She is the sun of my body’s planet, the moon
That lights up my dark in a universe of doubt
And deep depression. She is my guide through
Dante’s Hell, my lover behind my brother’s back,
The one who covers me in kisses, who puts her
Tongue where my tongue dwells. We embrace
Like vines about each other, our fingers touch
The contours of our flesh, trace out the features
Of each others’ face. We make love now and then
On my brother’s bed, my head upon his pillow,
My spilt juices where his have laid, my body
Brought to the highest passion, brought to life
And the hottest love by my brother’s wife.
poem by Terry Collett
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Dunne Studying.
Dunne watches her mistress sleep.
There is the flickering of the eyelids
As if in dream. She gets out of bed
And with soft tread walks to her
Mistress’s bed side and looks down.
She holds her breath. She takes in
Each aspect of the face and neck
And how the hair is spread upon
The pillow. She wants to lean down
And kiss the lips, put flesh to flesh.
She hovers like some hawk waiting
To fly down and take her fine prey.
She breathes out slowly. She watches
The rise and fall of her mistress’s breast.
She moves out a hand to lay it there
But does not touch. She imagines so.
Imagines also climbing into the bed
And snuggling up close and kissing
The nape of neck. Her hand lingers
Over the breasts. Her eyes greedily
Study the soft cheek. She breathes
In deep. Her heart pounds within her
Breast. So near so near. She imagines
Lying within those arms and feeling
The hands caress her back. Her mistress
Stirs and she moves away. Walks back
To her own bed to await the light of day.
poem by Terry Collett
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Had I Knew Ya!
I would not had wished you break your neck.
Had I knew ya!
I would have given you much more respect.
Had I knew ya.
With the best...
Had I knew ya!
Of sincerity one gets.
I would not had wished you break your neck.
Had I knew ya!
I would have given you much more respect.
Had I knew ya.
With the best...
Had I knew ya!
Of sincerity one gets.
You can bet...
My foul mouth would be kept,
Under lock and key and silent breath!
You can bet...
Knowing you don't annoy!
You can bet...
Knowing you don't annoy!
I would not had wished you break your neck.
Had I knew ya!
I would have given you much more respect.
Had I knew ya.
With the best...
Had I knew ya!
Of sincerity one gets.
Knowing you don't annoy!
I would not had wished you break your neck.
Had I knew ya!
You can bet...
Had I knew ya!
Knowing you don't annoy!
You can bet...
Had I knew ya!
Knowing you don't annoy!
You can bet...
Had I knew ya!
Knowing you don't annoy!
You can bet...
Had I knew ya!
Knowing you don't annoy!
You can bet...
Had I knew ya!
You can bet...
Had I knew ya!
You can bet...
Had I knew ya!
You can bet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Imploring To Be Resigned At Death
Let me die and not tremble at death,
But smile at the close of my day,
And then, at the flight of my breath,
Like a bird of the morning in May,
Go chanting away.
Let me die without fear of the dead,
No horrors my soul shall dismay,
And with faith's pillow under my head,
With defiance to mortal decay,
Go chanting away.
Let me die like a son of the brave,
And martial distinction display,
Nor shrink from a thought of the grave,
No, but with a smile from the clay,
Go chanting away.
Let me die glad, regardless of pain,
No pang to this world to betray;
And the spirit cut loose from its chain,
So loath in the flesh to delay,
Go chanting away.
Let me die, and my worst foe forgive,
When death veils the last vital ray;
Since I have but a moment to live,
Let me, when the last debt I pay,
Go chanting away.
poem by George Moses Horton
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Lover Lover Lover
I asked my father,
I said, father change my name.
The one Im using now its covered up
With fear and filth and cowardice and shame.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
He said, I locked you in this body,
I meant it as a kind of trial.
You can use it for a weapon,
Or to make some woman smile.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
Then let me start again, I cried,
Please let me start again,
I want a face thats fair this time,
I want a spirit that is calm.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
I never never turned aside, he said,
I never walked away.
It was you who built the temple,
It was you who covered up my face.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
And may the spirit of this song,
May it rise up pure and free.
May it be a shield for you,
A shield against the enemy.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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A battle between soul and death
My body has become a battle field,
Battle, a fierce battle, I cried in pain,
As death comes and fights to pull the soul,
Nothing happens as death has no gain.
I have been a heart and gastric patient,
My body burns with a wound of heart,
And my heart burns with it's own light,
But soul and death wrestle part to part.
A great war took place in my body,
Death violently ordered to the soul to surrender,
But soul is not ready to surrender then war began,
Many souls and deaths saw the war and wonder.
What about my body? I shouted at them,
My body has been burning since long,
Listening this, death laughed and soul hit it,
Soul told me that “death is going to do you wrong”.
You go away otherwise the death harms you,
Soul strongly pushed to the death and saved me,
I forever pray to God to give strength to my soul,
I am very thankful to my soul to protect me like a bee.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Busy...
you body clock
does not tell time,
busy body, slimy fingers,
trembling hands,
wrecking nerves
fast tracking heart,
exploding ideas
killing boredom
it's been this way
since
nothing is written
the spirit is away
the body is left here
comatose
dreams like butterflies
hovering on some red flowers
heartless sounds of
discontent
fingers dissociated from hands
the eyes are closing
like closed computers
at 8 o'clock in the morning
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ah, the Pleasure
Ah, the pleasure to sleep with your lover,
to feel body warmth,
soft gently breath of contented sleep,
comfort in a space shared,
an arm gently over your body,
a movement in sleep which leads to a cuddle or embrace,
perhaps even a sleepy kiss and to sleep again with your lover,
to know so much pleasure in time not concious to the woken mind,
to touch and feel safe,
to gently waken after sleeping with your lover,
Ah, the pleasure to sleep with your lover..............
This was my thoughts after a shared wonderful weekend with my lover.
poem by Linda Dyer
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Angela
Cant eat, cant sleep, cant seem to find time anymore
Somewhere she weeps, her hair gently brushes the floor
I know my way, I know that Ill find her somehow
Chorus:
Angela carries me back to the time
When I knew that her love was still mine
Angelas holding the child in her womb
And I pray that she will be calling soon
Cold moon, dark sky, Im watching my mind disappear
She sits alone, not knowing that I am so near
Why cant she hear my voice as I call out her name
Chorus
Its a silly situation, its just infatuation, no need to be sorry
Cant eat, cant sleep, cant seem to find time anymore
Somewhere she weeps, her hair gently brushes the floor
I know my way, I know that Ill find her somehow
Chorus
Its a silly situation, its just infatuation, no need to be sorry
song performed by by Toto
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Breath! Breath out!
A moment of silence.
Breath out!
There is nothing to say aloud.
Reflection of passion in the eyes.
Breath!
There is no time to realize.
They quickly open the door lock.
Breath out!
They look at the clock.
Endless kiss in the hall.
Breath!
Don’t fall!
The sound of falling ring.
Breath out!
Ding, ding!
The smell of electricity on the skin.
Breath!
Who will win?
A certain expression on his face.
Breath out!
It’s not a race.
Fulfilling with ecstasy two glasses.
Breath!
They are full of fantasies.
Not clear whispers of wet lips.
Breath out!
You are not VIPs.
The hasty movements of two lightings.
Breath!
They are fighting.
One is tender, another one is rude.
Breath out!
One is not so cute.
Rocking hands of the clock.
Breath!
Don’t get a shock!
As… one is released,
another one is not.
Take a deep breath!
As… here is a dot.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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I know that you really love me
You press my hand
against you chest
and I feel life,
pulsing through you
and your hand
is soft on mine.
The smell of your hair
goes through to my soul
and your breath
is hot in my neck,
while I draw you
deeper into my arms.
It’s nice to have you
right against me
while we are lying wedged up
and I feel a nipple,
coming alive
and become hard under my fingers.
There’s intenseness in our kisses
and my tongue
braids around yours
and your skin is soft
under my fingers
and I see sparks
in your golden green eyes.
The picture on the TV
takes its own route
and we are unaware of it,
while love and lust and passion
are steaming between us.
When you lie soft against me
and I disappear in the depths
of your golden eyes,
I know that you really love me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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More Than A Woman (Bump 'n' Flex Club Mix)
Passion, Instant
Sweat Beads, Feel Me
Cupids Shot Me
My Heartbeats Racing
Tempt Me, Drive Me
Feels So Exciting
Thought of highly
Its Yours Entirely
Ill Be
Ill Be More Than A Lover
More Than A Woman
More Than Your Lover
Ill Be
Ill Be More Than Another
More Than A Woman
More Than Enough For You
Ill Be
(Ill Be More) More Than Your Lover
(More) More Than A Woman
(More) Even more undercovers
Ill Be
(Ill Be More) More Than A Lover
(More) More Than A Woman
(More) More Than Enough For You
Midnight Grindin
My Heartrates Climbin
You Go, I Go
Cause We Share Pillows
Chase Me, Beat Me
Theres Still No Separating
Morning Massages
With New Bones In Your Closet
Ill Be
Ill Be More Than A Lover
More Than A Woman
More Than Your Lover
I Said Ill Be
Ill Be More Than Enough For You
More Than A Woman
More Than Enough For You
Ill Be
(Ill Be More) More Than Your Lover
(More) More Than A Woman
(More) Even more undercovers
Im Gonna Be
(Ill Be More) More Than A Lover
(More) More Than A Woman
(More) More Than Enough For You
I Dont Think Your Ready
I Dont Think Your Ready For This Thing
For This Thing
I Dont Think Your Ready For This Thing
Youre Not Ready
I Dont Think Your Ready For This Thing
This Thing, This Thing
I Dont Think Your Ready For This Thing
Constant Pleasure
No Scale Can Measure
Secret Treasures
Keeps On Getting Better
Do You Wanna Roll With Me?
We Can Go To Foreign Lands your Hand In My Hand
Do You Wanna Ride With Me?
We Can Be Like Bonnie & Clyde
Be By Your Side
Ill Be More Than A Lover
More Than A Woman
More Than Your Lover
Ill Be More Than Enough For You
More Than A Woman
More Than enough For You
(Ill Be More) More Than Your Lover
(More) More Than A Woman
(More) Even more undercovers
(Ill Be More) More Than A Lover
(More) More Than A Woman
(More) More Than Enough For You
song performed by by Aaliyah
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Gracious Lord, when at night I lie awake
Gracious Lord, when at night I lie awake
my body tingles all over, all nerves are erect,
I long to her in each and every breath I take,
her image, her face, her hair, her neck
stays with me while my whole being aches
and I wonder what kind of sin these thoughts makes.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Death Married Death In Death
Death looks at a flower, screaming I am beautiful
look here I am, come eat me, alone.
Death hovers, smiling, never waiting, walking always
by, knowing that,
any thing that touches it will also soon, never die.
Death is love, love is death, why are you both, death
is your pet pink pig, and two flying pearls.
Death is a dry cracked nipple, sleeping, holding on
to the flesh untill it falls off.
Death is a bullet fixed, never moving, why does the
world move you through it.
Death is a voice always quite, sounding alarms to
walk across the street knowing you look while you
come running.
Death is a woman, who is crazy, thinking the world is
spinning into her coffee.
Death to all men who think they can save the woman
by marring death and eating her sandwich.
Death fingered you, you loved it, now you finger me,
leaving my bee exposed on the flower, you buzzed.
Death's own flower is always sweet and poignant on me..
It is always open for you to smell..............
and it's red alarms, you ignored...
still here now it comes, alone....to see you as one....
poem by Is It Poetry
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Love Resurrection
I want to be just you and me
The music to play
To hide in a lonely place
To taste a bottle of red wine
To kiss you full of passion
Like there is no tomorrow
You are the sea, i am the wind
Touch you softly, touch you wildly
Your body dynamite alight
Your breath stops the time
Your kiss, frozen me, burning me
Your glance like magnet
We roll like the river, from bed
to walls, from tables to rugs
Like a piano melody our fingers
Touching wet body
Let it never end
Passion, eternity
To this room the death will come
And if tomorrow comes
Don't be afraid
It's a love resurrection
poem by Yiannis Baki
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Night
a very small candle by the bedside,
a stack of books that whisper and moan.
a radio i forget to turn on,
and an alarm clock that i hate...
dirty clothes sorted and stacked
like dreams that didnt go well.
a pack of Marlboro's, a couple old hats...
a window that leaks an icy breeze...
my old guitar and a rifle in the corner,
a few prayers that never got said.
your pillow haunted and cold...
i dont want to sleep alone.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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