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Insomnia & Poetry

Sweet muse
with bitter milk,
I have lain
between your breasts,
put my ear
to your sea-shell-whispering navel,
& strained the salty marshes
of your sex
between my milk teeth.
Then I've slept at last,
my teeming head
against your rocking thigh.

Gentle angry mother
poetry,
where could I turn
from the terror of the night
but to your sweet maddening
ambivalence?
Where could I rest
but in your hurricane?
who would always take me home
but you,
sweeping off the sooty stoop
of your wind-filled shack
on the edge
of the volcano?

poem by Erica Jong
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To Love You

Spend the night with me and,
Let me show you my sweet bed of roses.

Spend the night with me and,
Taste the love that you are looking for.

Spend the night with me and,
Come under the protection of my roof of sweet love.

Refresh yourself with the true love from my breasts and,
Let me satisfy you with my muse in the land of love.

Come and entertain me with your sweet love and,
Spend the night with me on this side of the river.

Come and entertain me with your nakedness and,
Let me lead you on to my sweet bed of roses.

For, this will be like the dream of your life and the dream of mine! !
And like a land flowing with milk and honey.

Rise up in the morning and comfort me with your love,
For my bed of sweet roses is well laid with the aroma of love waitng for you.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To You My Beloved

The gate is ajar
The gate of my heart, fondly and lovely expectant
The gate is ajar

Roses are beautiful
Roses with petals and engraved with love
Roses are beautiful

My mother's milk
A taste so fresh from breasts like yours erect
My mother's milk

Honey is sweet
Done by bees with flowers' nectars
Honey is sweet

To you my beloved
My heart's love petals, sweet is a cool sunny day
To you my beloved.

poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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A Sweet Peal

Her beauty and her love lay on the bed,
Of her sweet peal of the glowing lovely breasts;
The kisses of this night will always be remembered.
She is delicate, soft and intense;
Mixed with fresh odour from her muse,
And like the sweet peal anew on a hot summer night.
The sprout of love in her room and,
In her garden of love i do sleep all night;
And of her joy in the light of the gentle sun,
But the sensitive plant in her garden of love matters to me.
Of the power of love in this sweet place,
And of her sweet peal of the glowing lovely breasts;
But like young lovers filled with the mutual atmosphere.
Alone in this sweet glory land,
And of her love like a sea-flower unfold;
But naked and bare from the frozen air,
And so pleasant to a taste if one considers it.
The lady's gentle mind,
And of where nothing is but all seems to be well;
Cold and foul and deep and low!
Lonely as a deep sleep on the blue surface of love;
And woken with the summer dreams of love,
Oh my sweet wide west-wind!
Come closer to us to take us afar.
The blue Mediterranean where she lay is the love of hope,
And of the horizon of her love to the zenith's height!
And like the locks of the approaching storm to meet at last.
For her love is in the beauty of her delight,
Heavy and very slow to the muse that muses;
But her beauty and her love lay bare on the bed,
And like black rains and white rains!
But i will kiss her until she's worn out like the spirits of the night.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dreaming The Breasts

Mother,
strange goddess face
above my milk home,
that delicate asylum,
I ate you up.
All my need took
you down like a meal.

What you gave
I remember in a dream:
the freckled arms binding me,
the laugh somewhere over my woolly hat,
the blood fingers tying my shoe,
the breasts hanging like two bats
and then darting at me,
bending me down.

The breasts I knew at midnight
beat like the sea in me now.
Mother, I put bees in my mouth
to keep from eating
yet it did no good.
In the end they cut off your breasts
and milk poured from them
into the surgeon's hand
and he embraced them.
I took them from him
and planted them.

I have put a padlock
on you, Mother, dear dead human,
so that your great bells,
those dear white ponies,
can go galloping, galloping,
wherever you are.

poem by Anne Sexton
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Queen Mother

Oh my 'Queen Mother',
How sweet are your breasts as i do see them?
For they are swollen up with love and,
Very attractive for the eyes and the hands to touch them;
But i am the one who want to love you the more!
I fell once and i have learnt my lessons well,
So stop crying and let me care for you;
Because the rainbow had already heard your message of love!
And i will do the rest if you just sleep on my laps.
Your breasts are swollen up and very succulent!
And you are now a matured lady and,
I will press very close to the walls of your love;
For what is sweet are in your breasts and,
What is loveable are on your lips.
I will hold you tight all night long my 'Queen Mother';
For the night is cold i want your sweet love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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With a dropp of…

To utter ten words sweet
And then one word bitter
Is like a glass of milk
With a dropp of poison.
The purpose is to give
Poison and not the milk.
06.02.2009

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Panama

I am from Panama and i am full of words,
So come and let me show you my concubines;
Then, you can explore my sweet love.
With two legs and two eyes,
With two hands and two ears,
And like the two pillars of love!
For, i am looking for a place to stay with this sweet muse.

They ate, drank and slept together! !
So, stay the night and enjoy yourself with my love;
And like 'Dr. Flash Hour' at the rush hour of the day!
But if only if i could hold your breasts and kiss you,
Then i will know your mind on this love.

If only if i could kiss your lips and love,
And like the sweet muse of love being reflected in the mirror! !
For i need ylou and i want your naked body beside me,
And like my concubines in the land of my muse.
Yes, come to Panama to enjoy my muse with the red roses of love,
For, i am loooking for a place to stay with this sweet muse of mine;
And, you are all that i need.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bit News

Donkey milk

Is...

Good for health...

This thinking for

South indian poeple's...

So...

New born baby

Given for donkey's milk...

I also drink for

Donkey milk at childhood...

My gran mother told for me...!

Donkey milk is for

Only at donkey...

But...

People idea is...

Donkey's milk is how is

Help full for human health...?

I don't no...!

Miss or mrs univers

Celeo patra also

Take bath for

Donkey's milk...

For his beauty...

It history bit news

How much true

I don't no...!

You know...?

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Milkcow Calf Blues

(Robert Johnson)
Tell me, milk cow, what on earth is wrong with you?
Tell me, milk cow, what on earth is wrong with you?
Well, well, you have a new calf, hoo hoo, and your milk is turnin' blue
Your calf is hungry, and I believe he needs a suck
[Spoken:] Now, you know that calf done got hungry
Your calf is hungry, and I believe he needs a suck
Well, now, but the milk is turnin' blue, hoo hoo, and I believe he's outta luck
Now I feel like milkin' and my, cow won't come
I feel like churnin' it and my, milk won't turn
I'm cryin' plea-hease, please, don't do me wrong
You can give-a right milk and butter, now, baby, you-hoo, will stay at home
My milk cow been ramblin', hoo hoo, for miles around
My milk cow been ramblin', hoo hoo, for miles around
She been troublin' some other bull cow, hoo hoo
Lord, in this man's town

song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Sister Cat

Cat stands at the fridge,
Cries loudly for milk.
But I've filled her bowl.
Wild cat, I say, Sister,
Look, you have milk.
I clink my fingernail
Against the rim. Milk.
With down and liver,
A word I know she hears.
Her sad miaow. She runs
To me. She dips
In her whiskers but
Doesn't drink. As sometimes
I want the light on
When it is on. Or when
I saw the woman walking
toward my house and
I thought there's Frances.
Then looked in the car mirror
To be sure. She stalks
The room. She wants. Milk
Beyond milk. World beyond
This one, she cries.

poem by Frances Mayes
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Home Sweet Home

Met this girl called josephine and took her up on my machine
We had a little fun and now we got a little one
Had to get married, being chased out of town
Found ourselves a place to live, we put all our money down
Call it home sweet home, home sweet home
Eleven floors up in a tower block
Happy just to have a home
Ive gone and changed the lock on our home
Nothing really worked out right, things got broke,
They stayed that way
None of our friends came around at night and little sam got
No place to play
Weve got to get out of here, bill she said Ive been telling
You all the while
When I came home from work that night shed jumped out the
Window with our chiled
From our home sweet home, home sweet home
Just a place to take a rest, just a place ot make our nest
-- we call it our home
When the insurance money came through seemed dirty didnt
Know what to do
Took the cash went down the casino, down on the wheel
On the double
And I won, oh yes I won, like I never won before
Bought myself a country house with an antique carved
Oak door
It was home sweet home, home sweet home
Just a place to lay our head think of all those things we said
About in our home sweet home.

song performed by by Peter Gabriel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Full Lips That Kiss

it is cold tonight
and it was only our good fortune
that let me find this place for us to sleep
and blankets and i have your warm breasts
and you brought other friends that you say
need to be made full as well
knowing i have a special fondness for soft ever growing
bellies filled thus with mine and free milk
though it works i know both ways and you have told them
that it takes much, much more for me to give out to they
and while i sleep it flows how like rivers it all flows
and such are the lips in need that one never feels them
as they move with such firm purpose and while one
holds the stones and the other squeezes one then
the other untill it is made freely thus
and already i have many soft bellies filled thus and some
few their milk is sweeter but i say nothing as preferably
and i sleep now with my belly full of rich milk as they forage
furring the day..and life is as it once was and as it should be
and hard ship all around us
and we all sleep warmly and contently knowing
that it is thus
and even now one is in need and being responsible, i sleep.
while all around me the bellies are kicking and pushing.

poem by Is It Poetry
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Sweet Children

See a young girl so soft and blonde.
Doesnt attack me but she did once.
Intoxications in her veins.
Sweet young boy plays with her brain.
Lydiall bring to life.
What are your chance not to oblige.
Putting his hand on her thigh.
Ability has now been ripped.
Take it away, Id rather sit.
Sweet children, sweet children, sweet children. remember when.
Johnnys playing fun and games, or else hes ? in the storage shed? .
Running from the light of day, or maybe lie and celebrate.
The funny circus from his head.
Follow me if you understand.
Ill trick her so shell do it.
Then Ill sing and now we run.
Sweet children, sweet children, sweet children. remember when.
Sweet children, sweet children, sweet children. remember when.

song performed by by Green Day
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Swedish Girl

I am closer to you than ever!
Oh my Swedish Girl;
And my heart yearns for your sweet love.
Come and taste my sweet milk so that,
I can also swim in your sweet river of love;
For you are a Swedish Girl and,
My heart goes for you.

Love is the message and the power supreme!
And this is the message that i bring to you;
I love you and i will be there for you.
You are so sweet and new,
You are so sweet and lovely,
And you are so shy on this love;
But love will find a way to your sweet naked body.

A Swedish Girl that you are,
Of the love of a muse that opens this world to you;
A Swedish Girl that you are,
Of all that you need in this world is closer to you;
So come and muse on with nakedness to mine,
For you are all that the muse brought to me.

You are all that love could hand over to me,
And you are the Swedish Girl next door;
But so sweet si your sweet room to my heart.
A Swedish Girl that you are and,
I will be there for you on this love that muses.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mask the Clouds

thousand of years past, the wind floats
every design await the beautiful surface
of the wind, making the blue sky turn to
gray, a great switch of flow its direction
to kiss the sun to go down underneath
the beautiful sand in the shore

oh! how many doubts could ease the pain,
for all have come naked in the face of
each birth, and why other like to persecute
of the innocent, when the origin of the man,
mark the navel of every womb of a woman

let everyone stand for all of us, who have
just come in a foreign land, thou shall not
be like stranger in a new land we’ve found,
make the best out of what everyone taste
the sweet honey and milk in every mother
breast

leave what makes far from me, I the voice
of the Lord command, be free and listen to
the breathe of the sea ……

“a poem dedicated to the new immigration Law
of America”

poem by Antonio Liao
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Of Love

In the wilderness of love,
Of the thick bushes that leads the way to the red sea;
So, hold on to the Valley of love beside you.
Of the sweet river of love,
Of the sweet milk that flows along it;
So be in the house of love with the romance that it brings.

In the picture of love,
Of the nakedness that we share on this passion;
With the aroma of a romance that leads to sex,
But all the flow of the milk in the river makes you shout for more.
Come and let us share this sweet love together,
Come and let us be in love all night long;
Like the sweet songs in the wilderness of love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Abu

Put your lovely arms around me and,
Kiss me all over my sweet one!
And like ten donkeys loaded with the best things of Egypt,
You are mine forever on this sweet world between us.

Now put your right hand on my head and,
Kiss me all over again and again!
For my love is for you only like,
The boiling point of water melting an ice.

My love is flowing with milk and honey,
The very liquid for you my love!
So lift up your eyes and look,
For i am always ready for your sweet love.

Abu, i am a woman of peace and love;
And well trained by my parents to care for you.
So come and stay with me my love and,
Let us live forever and ever on this sweet muse of love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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She Used To Say That To Me

Lets take a rest
Your kisses take my breath
You are the best
Its never been like this
Chorus:
She used to say that to me
Over and over so sweet
Shell tell you shell never leave
She used to say that to me
It thrills you so
When she whispers soft and low
Please hold me tight
I need your love tonight
Repeat Chorus
Im yours, she sighs
And she means it at the time
But someday shell go
If youre wonderin how I know
She used to say that to me
Over and over so sweet
Shell tell you shell never leave
She used to say that
She used to say that to me
Over and over so sweet
Shell tell you shell never leave
She used to say that to me
She used to say that to me

song performed by by George Strait
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I Am Part Of The Burden

into the green pasture
we all walk
and look for the milk
from the breasts of the cows
we drink the milk
of the years and the scores

we soon shall know
that our memories are small places
for us to live
some more

we become streams at night
in dreams
far away
we become so absorbed
in our work
throughout the day

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Are What You Drink

The mare had a foal, but it still had to work plowing
a meager field. The foal, prancing about on thin legs
when we stopped for a rest it quickly drank from its
mother´s udder and there was pastoral harmony.
I thought about this when reading about a six year
old boy in India who drank milk from a female dog
that treated the child as one of her own. Of course
this had little to do with rural accord, but stark need.
I once suckled milk off a ewe, sweet milk I thought,
but grew up fearful of people and shy of aspiration;
be unseen in the world´s field of humility and graze
in peace. Hope the dog- boy will grow up with big
fangs unafraid growl at people who try to dominate
him and only respect what his inner voice tells him.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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