The Sound... (Of Wings Departing)
if i pick the petals of your lips,
and bathe inside your hair.
if my tongue travels the map
of your lost desire,
and my soul whispers to your shadow.
if i cling to you till two become one,
and then open my hands, will you fly?
if i drink your wetness both deep and long,
and clothe your stillness with passion....
if i kiss your anger with burning pulse,
and name each empty chamber.
will you remember that the sparrow came?
or at least the sound of wings departing?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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From Night And Day
IN THE WORKSHOP
Dim watery lights gleaming on gibbering faces,
Faces speechful, barren of soul and sordid,
Huddled and chewing a jest, lewd and gabbled
insidious:
Laughter, born of its dung, flashes and floods like sunlight,
Filling the room with a sense of a soul lethargic and kindly,
Touches my soul with a pathos, a hint of a wide desolation.
II
I saw the face of God to-day,
I heard the music of His smile,
And yet I was not far away,
And yet in Paradise the while.
I lay upon the sparkling grass,
And God's own mouth was kissing me,
And there was nothing that did pass
But blazed with divinity.
Divine-divine-upon my eyes,
Upon mine hair-divine--divine,
The fervour of the golden skies,
The ardent gaze of God on mine.
III
Then snake I to the tree, '
Were ye your own desire
What is it ye would be?'
Answered the tree to me,
'I am my own desire,
I am what 1 would be.
' If you were your desire
Would you lie under me,
And see me as you see?'
'I am my own desire
While I lie under you,
And that which I would be
Desire will sing to you.'
IV
I wander-I wander-0 will she wander here
Where'er my footsteps carry me I know that she is near,
A jewelled lamp within her hand and jewels in her hair ;
I lost her in a vision once and seek her everywhere.
My spirit whispers she is near, I look at you and you :
Surely she has not passed me, I sleeping as she flew.
I wander-I wander, and yet she is not here,
Although my spirit whispers to me that she is near.
poem by Isaac Rosenberg
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Making love with you
making love to you all night long
till dawn when light starts to caress our shoulders
your hair on my hair
your lips clinging to my lips
your thighs asleep on my thighs
your legs still on top of mine
your tongue still playful with my tongue
how can we forget all these things these images these colors and scents
still clinging to our minds like vines still sticking to our skins like a disease
how can we ever forget all these?
it is all in the mind, it is all in the heart, and in both
where can forgetting be? i am in love with you and you are in love with me.
in both, in mutuality where can forgetting be?
it is all in my head, it is buried in my heart like the treasures of my God.
where can forgetting be? where can death be?
it is forever, it is endless, it is eternal,
mutual love, desire fulfilled, love overflowing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Us girls
Girls are so beautiful
inside and out
love is big
hair untouched
lips so soft with our gloss
We just want fun
continuous sun
lots of love and friends
good ones, that are
there till the end
A helping hand they will lend
love always they will send
that is a true friend
us girls are so bubbly
so fine and divine
but still boys are the ones
who try the pick up lines
cuz were so gorgeous
no one can recist
come on girls agree
with this
no boy can never handle this
(us) , us beautiful girls
cuz were all so beautiful
inside and out
love is big
hair untouched
lips so soft with our gloss
poem by Nicole Buckland
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Fertile Earth
walk with me this fertile earth,
breathe deep, and unashamed.
touch the petal, the thorn,
lie naked on the ground....
know the wind as your lover,
bathe in the rain.....
touch the one beside you,
really touch.... read with
the tips of your fingers....
paint your hunger with your lips
upon her neck, her breasts...
run your tongue deep inside
her thoughts, her secret garden;
suck the darkness from her soul.
breathe light into her longing,
unlock the chains that have her bound....
kiss her shadow as she flies....
walk with me this fertile earth!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Masterpiece
Within the passion of your kiss I feel your soft sweet lips,
I caress your skin so gently with my loving fingertips.
I hear your cries of mercy and it stirs my very soul,
Your body is soft putty, a masterpiece for me to mould.
Frantic grasping touches mixed with loving longing sounds,
Strokes of wanton desire wrapped in passion that surrounds.
Trembling with desire that flows through us feeding on our lust,
Content within our being, we embrace the one we trust.
Pressure from my hands as now I begin to play,
Tremours of desire rip right through us as we lay.
Your breath it is suspended as my tongue now travels far,
It gives such a sweet sensation and you shine now like a star.
We are lost within the moment as our bodies do compress,
An electrifying sensation, your skin pressing on my chest.
The wetness of your tongue feels the prescence of my heat,
Our bodies are on fire as the two of us do meet.
There is a desperate hunger that is fueling both our needs,
As two lovers come together both now desperate to feed.
Taking all my passion, wanting, feeling only me,
The joy it is transcended, we become what we can be.
I hear your longing whimpers, the smiling face of you I see,
Watching as you writhe below, you lock your gaze on me.
Clutching fingers tightly there's heat and passion in this room,
Your eyes can see right through me, in you I long to be comsumed.
Pounding hearts beat faster, beads of sweat begin to drop,
Lost within a moment that neither one of us can to stop.
I bite your lips as we kiss and pull upon your hair,
Our bodies move in rythm in the steamy humid air.
The moment is upon us cries of passion grip us now,
As within each thrusting motion we release not knowing how.
As we lay within each other we remember what has been,
We lay looking in each others eyes, the dream it was so keen.
Within the passion of your kiss, I felt your soft sweet lips,
I caressed your skin so gently with my loving fingertips.
I heard your cries of mercy and it stirred my very soul,
Your body was soft putty a masterpiece that I did mould...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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The Winners
("The Story of the Gadsbys")
What the moral? Who rides may read.
When the night is thick and the tracks are blind
A friend at a pinch is a friend, indeed,
But a fool to wait for the laggard behind.
Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne,
He travels the fastest who travels alone.
White hands cling to the tightened rein,
Slipping the spur from the booted heel,
Tenderest voices cry " Turn again!"
Red lips tarnish the scabbarded steel,
High hopes faint on a warm hearth-stone--
He travels the fastest who travels alone.
One may fall but he falls by himself--
Falls by himself with himself to blame.
One may attain and to him is pelf--
Loot of the city in Gold or Fame.
Plunder of earth shall be all his own
Who travels the fastest and travels alone.
Wherefore the more ye be helpen-.en and stayed,
Stayed by a friend in the hour of toil,
Sing the heretical song I have made--
His be the labour and yours be the spoil.
Win by his aid and the aid disown--
He travels the fastest who travels alone!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Lend me your Lips
Dear Love,
Lend me your Lips
For just one moment,
One day,
Once in your Lifetime
And I'll make them mine
Forever...
And you may go
Anywhere thereafter...
Any place in this world
You'll remember...
How your lips were mine
For that one moment
And how Forever...
That one moment
Became ours and ours alone.
You'll cherish that mark of mine
Those nibbles and those suckles,
Those bites of Love -
Those teasings of my tongue
Probing you in...
And you, slowly and slowly
Losing your firmness
That stiffness of your tight lips
Letting me in...
And me gaining entry -
Into those, closed lips of yours
Opening them up, like the
Blooming petals of a rose
And then, the nectar of love
Flowing from my lips
Washing you all over
Above and below,
Inside and out -
The upper and lower
Contours of your Lips.
Dear Love,
Lend me your Lips
For one last time
Let this be the First
And the last time
Ever...
I'll kiss you, smooch you
Feel you deep inside -
With my lingering lips
On the creases and folds
Of your moistened mouth.
Wetting you all over...
With the dripping wine
The bitter-sweet saline
Of my very seductive
Thirsty Lips...
Lend me your Lips, My Love
And let me imprint it
With the seal of a Lover
On her Beloved's Lips
And let this Kiss
Be once and Forever
For you to carry
In all your travels...
In your vivid memories
Of this soft and arousing
Tender love-making
Of my Lips
Entwined around yours.
Like the Dance of Serpents
Coiling in Love...
Fanging each other
With the sweet taste of poison.
Merging their mouths
Into unexplored trails of
Giddy Intoxication...
To make them endure -
And last them a lifetime
Of painful separation.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Rose Petals
Rose petals are so soft to touch,
rose petalsfragrance is so divine to smell,
rose petals are like lovely lips which smile,
rose petals are given to lady love,
rose petals are spread on bed of newly bride,
rose petals are life of butterflies,
rose petals are used for beauty baths,
rpse petals are offered on the lotus feet of god,
rose petals are placed on grave of dear ones,
rose petals are offered in river ganga for departed soul,
rose petals are showered on newly weds,
rose petals are decorated on festive days,
roses are given as a promise for everlasting love.
poem by renu Vig sharma sharma
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A Note That You Must Read When You Wake Up
before i embark on another trip today
i depart from the usual
silence, there is something inside me that wants
to
say something, like a note that i have written last night
which i put
inside my pocket and if by chance my tongue cannot get away
from its sealed
lips, i may just take that note and put it beside your table while
you are
still asleep, and if i had to, if i shall not forget, I'll put
a rose beside it,
the one that i pick from your garden, still fresh with dew on its
petals,
it is like, i only give what i take from you, a rose from your garden,
and a note from me, that despite all those stormy days,
i think, and this you must treasure like all the flowers that grow
in your garden, that which you water and nurture,
that it is my fault, that even if you cannot forgive me,
as i pack my bag, to give your flowers more space, and for you to be at peace, i, too, shall take a deep breath, saying
i still love you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Kissing is a rehearsal.
I managed to kiss her on lips.
Lips unlocked, my tongue slipped in.
It darted through lips and about
Her mouth, touching her tongue on tip
Then at bottom and at corners,
Sucking the tongue and swallowing the juice
Till she got fire at her bottom.
Resistance gone, she surrendered.
Kissing is just a rehearsal.
Her mouth stands for her lower one.
Man's tongue stands for his under part.
The tongue signals the man's prowess.
09.08.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Literary Tongue
at first i like the hands
those huge hands to cover the whole of my cold body
and then i begin to like the fingers
those that crawl and make my body warm
those that fill the orifice of my emptiness
those that caress my hair
and travel from my nose to my mouth
to my neck to the last tip of my toes
and then i like the mouth too
with its tongue that speak about gentleness
and make me a little bit heated
and brave
and then i am finally stuck with the tongue
the surrogate part of of them all
it speaks
it licks
it travels from the tip of my hair to the tip of my toe
and then it stops
hides inside the walls of my teeth and gums
and stay in the house of my mouth
it also knows
when to stop and just be alone and silent
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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ReapHer
From the darkness, my demons weap - Warnings, the beginning of an end - Words which splinters, claw at my mind - The reaper appears, she controls time - Inside my mind, Explosions, i cannot rid her - She walks, her shadow is mine - She cracks my bones - Tears at my flesh - Her fragrance, fresh of the dead - Hooks inside my spine, i am bleeding marrow - Her kisses, ripped my tongue - I beg on my knees - I spit blood saying please - She owns my soul, grey faints in my eyes - She drags me into the dark and whispers - I am Burn la Rose
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Why does one love? How queer it is to see only one being in the world, to have only one thought in one's mind, only one desire in the heart, and only one name on the lips--a name which comes up continually, rising, like the water in a spring, from the depths of the soul to the lips, a name which one repeats over and over again, which one whispers ceaselessly, everywhere, like a prayer.
Guy de Maupassant in The Complete Short Stories of Guy de Maupassant
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Once Upon A Rose
Once upon a
rose
Was planted.
A trellis
was
erected,
a safe
arbor
for her
to
rely on.
cling to.
As she
grew
opening
her
petals,
becoming
a lovely
lady.
she was
admired,
looked
upon
for her
beauty.
One day
someone
decided
to
transplant
her into
their
garden.
Once upon
a rose.
They began
to pick
at
her
petals.
One by one
they fell
to the
ground.
One by one
coming
ever
near to
her
heart.
Saddened,
she
began to
cry
being
exposed
to the
world.
Finially
the
plan
for her
return
was
complete.
Being hurt
and
forlorn
once again
she clung
to her
trellis.
Today
her petals
remain
closed,
refusing
to
reopen.
Once upon
a rose.
poem by Heather Burns
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Shadow Of The Sun
Once upon a time
I was on a mind to lay your burden down
And leave you where you stood
You believed I could
Youd seen it done before
I could read your thoughts
And tell you what you saw
And never say a word
But now that is gone
Over with and done
And never to return
I can tell you why
People die alone
I can tell you why
The shadow on the sun
Staring at the loss
Looking for the cause
And never really sure
Nothing but a hole
To live without a soul
And nothing to be learned
I can tell you why
People go insane
I can show you how
You could do the same
I can tell you why
The end will never come
I can tell you on
The shadow on the sun
Shapes of every size
Move behind my eyes
Doors inside my head
Bolted from within
Every drop of flame
Lights a candle in
Memory of the one
Who lived inside my skin
I can tell you why
People go insane
I can show you how
You could do the same
I can tell you why
The end will never come
I can tell you on
The shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Sun
Sun
song performed by by Audioslave
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Rural Scene
what you see
is this:
a straw hat
covering her hair
against the sun
she is just a
shadow
her eyes look
against you
you are blinded
by her
presence
her lips are
not delightful
as her hips
are no longer swaying to your
dictates
this is what you do not see:
her tongue
in cheek
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shadow Of A Lonely Man
Lead vocal: john miles
Look at me now, a shadow of the man I used to be
Look through my eyes and through the years of lonliness youll see
To the times in my life when I could not stand to lose, a simple game
And the least of it all was the fortune and the fame
But the dream seemed to end just as soon as it had begun, was I to know?
For the least thing of all that was on my mind, was the close at the
End of the show
The shadow of a lonely man, feels nobody else
In the shadow of a lonely, lonely man
I can see myself
(looking out of nowhere, looking out of nowhere)
But the sounds of the crowds when they come to see me now, is not the same
And the jest of it all is I cant recall my name
But Ill cling to a hope till I cant hold on anymore, anymore
And for all the acclaim I am all alone and I see as I look through the door
The shadow of a lonely man, theres nobody else
In the shadow of a lonely, lonely man
I can see myself
Look at me now, a shadow of the man I used to be
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Trumpet Player
The Negro
With the trumpet at his lips
Has dark moons of weariness
Beneath his eyes
where the smoldering memory
of slave ships
Blazed to the crack of whips
about thighs
The negro
with the trumpet at his lips
has a head of vibrant hair
tamed down,
patent-leathered now
until it gleams
like jet-
were jet a crown
the music
from the trumpet at his lips
is honey
mixed with liquid fire
the rhythm
from the trumpet at his lips
is ecstasy
distilled from old desire-
Desire
that is longing for the moon
where the moonlight's but a spotlight
in his eyes,
desire
that is longing for the sea
where the sea's a bar-glass
sucker size
The Negro
with the trumpet at his lips
whose jacket
Has a fine one-button roll,
does not know
upon what riff the music slips
It's hypodermic needle
to his soul
but softly
as the tune comes from his throat
trouble
mellows to a golden note
poem by Langston Hughes
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Broken Face
I got a broken face
I got a
I got a broken face
Uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, ooo
I got a broken face (3x)
There was this boy who had two
Children with his sisters
They were his daughters
They were his favourite lovers
I got no lips, I got no tongue
Whatever I say is only spit
I got no lips, I got no tongue
I got a broken face, uh-hu, uh-hu
I got a broken face
There was this man who snapped his poke
In little pieces
And then they drilled holes
And then they put em back in there
I got no lips, I got no tongue
Whatever I say is only spit
I got no lips, I got no tongue
I got a broken face
Uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, ooo
I got a broken face
The little thing who does my laundry
Speaks no english
But if you saw her
Youd say isnt she lovely
I got no lips, I got no tongue
Whatever I say is only spit
I got no lips, I got no tongue
song performed by by Pixies
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GENIE IN A BOTTLE...by talile ali
GENIE IN A BOTTLE
I WANNA PUT YOU IN MY MOUTH
AND ROLL YOU ROUND MY TONGUE
I WANNA SLIDE DEEP INSIDE YOU
AND REALLY HAVE SOME FUN
I WANNA EAT YOU UP RIGHT NOW
I GOT YOU RIGHT HERE IN SIGHT
I'M GONNA FEEL YOU UP RIGHT NOW
AND MAKE THEM LIPS REALLY TIGHT
WILL YOU GRIND ME IN THE FACE
WHILE I TAKE YOU IN
YOU GENIE IN A BOTTLE
I WANNA PUT YOU IN MY MOUTH
AND ROLL YOU ROUND MY TONGUE
I WANNA SLIDE DEEP INSIDE YOU
AND REALLY HAVE SOME FUN
I WANNA EAT YOU UP RIGHT NOW
I GOT YOU HERE IN SIGHT
I'M GONNA FEEL YOU UP RIGHT NOW
AND MAKE THEM LIPS REAL TIGHT
WILL YOU GRIND ME IN THE FACE
WHILE I TAKE YOU INTO MY EMBRACE
OR SHOULD I JUST BE POLITE
GONNA SLOW DOWN THE PACE
UP AND DOWN AS WE SPIN
DEEP INSIDE YOU MY FRIEND
TILL YOU'RE DRENCHED IN SIN
FEELIN YOU UP AGAIN
YOU GENIE IN A BOTTLE, HERE
MAKE MY DREAMS COME TRUE, MY DEAR
YOU ARE MY WISH FOR EVERY YEAR
THATS WHY WE FIGHT UNTIL THERE ARE TEARS
GENIE IN A BOTTLE
I WANNA PUT YOU IN MY MOUTH
AND ROLL YOU ROUND MY TONGUE
I WANNA SLIDE DEEP INSIDE YOU
AND REALLY HAVE SOME FUN
I WANNA EAT YOU UP
I GOT YOU IN MY SIGHT
I'M GONNA FEEL YOU UP RIGHT NOW
AND MAKE YOU FEEL ALRIGHT
WILL YOU GRIND IN MY FACE
TAKE YOU INTO MY EMBRACE
SHOULD I JUST BE POLITE
GONNA DO ME RIGHT
TAKE ME UP AND DOWN
DEEP INSIDE YOU MY DEAR
TILL YOU'RE DRENCHED IN SIN
FEELIN DEEP AND CLEAR
GENIE IN A BOTTLE
DREAMS DO COME TRUE
YOU ARE MY WISH EVERY YEAR
TILL I AM BLACK AND BLUE
GENIE IN A BOTTLE
I WANNA PUT YOU IN MY MOUTH
AND ROLL YOU ROUND MY TONGUE
I WANNA SLIDE DEEP INSIDE YOU
AND REALLY HAVE SOME FUN
I WANNA EAT YOU UP RIGHT NOW
I GOT YOU HERE TONIGHT
I'M GONNA FEEL YOU UP RIGHT NOW
AND MAKE YOU DO IT ALL NIGHT
YOU GRIND ME IN THE FACE
TAKE ME INTO YOUR EMBRACE
SHOULD I JUST BE POLITE
GONNA DO ME ALL RIGHT
UP AND DOWN AGAIN
DEEP INSIDE YOU MY DEAR FRIEND
YOU'RE LIP'S DRENCHED IN SIN
FEEL ME UP AGAIN
GENIE IN A BOTTLE
DREAMIN OF YOU MY DEAR
YOU'RE MY DEEPEST DESIRE
EACH AND EVERY YEAR
SHOULD I JUST BE POLITE
GONNA DO ME RIGHT
UP AND DOWN AGAIN
DEEP INSIDE MY DEAR FRIEND
YOU'RE MY GENIE IN A BOTTLE
HERE
MAKE MY DREAMS COME TRUE
MY DEAR
YOU ARE MY WISH EACH AND
EVERY YEAR
poem by Talile Ali
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