Let Me Into Your Wonderland
The way in my cup you move,
Things in my heart you remove,
The way in my bed you grovel,
That aches in my heart might hovel,
The way you catch the light in my eyes,
The way you shimmer in the face of the sky,
The way you apprehend the strolling air,
The way you craft out from fragments of hemisphere,
To the bleakness of the night wearing a splendor,
That strikes a sky so dusk yet at backdoor.
Let's in our secret place congregate,
Let our hearts bear witness&conjugate,
To this nightly sweetness.
Let our lips understand the language of one-another,
Let my chest into your skin's silkiness,
And the softness of your breast well,
By your order,
Let me to your ears say, calm, mute and worldly things.
That your soul may to another time rise to the adulation of my twitchy lips..
poem by Folayemi Akande
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Catch 22
If I seem nervous will you show me what to do
And does the world deserve us, application rushing through
A long time coming, yes it's been a long time coming
And my loving you is a place where I surrender
In my heart it's not hard to do
And all my worldly goods I give to you
We close our eyes and chase away the sorry things
You make it easy for me life is but a dream
Cried on your shoulder
Dove into the great blue yonder
And my loving you is a place where I surrender
Touch my heart, it's not hard to do
And all my worldly goods I give to you
Loving you, is a place where I surrender
In my heart
No catch twenty-two
And all my worldly goods I give to you
No misdemeanor, theres a ring upon my finger
And my loving you is a place where I surrender
In my heart
It's not hard to do
And all my worldly goods I give to you
Loving you, is a place where I surrender
Touch my heart
No catch 22
And all my worldly goods I give to you
Loving you is a place where I surrender
In my heart
It's not hard to do
And all my worldly goods I give to you.
song performed by by Erasure
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The Kiss
Lips' language to lips' ears.
Two drinking each other's heart, it seems.
Two roving loves who have left home,
pilgrims to the confluence of lips.
Two waves rise by the law of love
to break and die on two sets of lips.
Two wild desires craving each other
meet at last at the body's limits.
Love's writing a song in dainty letters,
layers of kiss-calligraphy on lips.
Plucking flowers from two sets of lips
perhaps to thread them into a chain later.
This sweet union of lips
is the red marriage-bed of a pair of smiles.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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My Secret
You've been told my secret
Not from the words of my lips
I wanted to keep it
Keep it on my finger tips
Wanting to tell you myself
Trying to find my courage
Wondering what are you thinking to yourself
Loosing all of my courage
Leading me far away from you
Slower each day
My eyes want to catch you in my view
Walking past you each day
But I don't won't to stray away
My heart is beating faster
For what I'm about to say
My lips begin to chatter
Chatter with the words in my mind
As I'm telling you my secret
From the words of my lips this time
Now you can keep it... our secret
90
your eyes in that picture insist on asking why
well, i was yet 15 but i already keep a photograph of you
in my pocket,
you are the face of my heart beat in black and white
i often kiss your tiny lips and put you on my chest
as though i feel you one with me
in my sleep,
that was long time ago and the picture suffered
with the way i was keeping it
inside my old poetry books
in those pages eaten by bookworms
some scratches ultimately
are inflicted in your cheeks
and even your lips
have become empty spaces
blurred by time
what keeps insistent however are your eyes
stripped of a nose and lips and even a neck
thriving on lesser hair
and thin ears
they float in that picture
still looking at me
asking
why?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Eyes In That Picture Insist On Asking Why
well, i was yet 15 but i already keep a photograph of you
in my pocket,
you are the face of my heart beat in black and white
i often kiss your tiny lips and put you on my chest
as though i feel you one with me
in my sleep,
that was long time ago and the picture suffered
with the way i was keeping it
inside my old poetry books
in those pages eaten by bookworms
some scratches ultimately
are inflicted in your cheeks
and even your lips
have become empty spaces
blurred by time
what keeps insistent however are your eyes
stripped of a nose and lips and even a neck
thriving on lesser hair
and thin ears
they float in that picture
still looking at me
asking
why?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Requiem of Solemn
The night when I closed my eyes; I caressed the nightly skies,
but the stars had a toll on my heart, their light dimmed since the nightly start.
But the twinkle of spring melody henceforth sweet serenity played out as night went on;
erasing my existence before the dawn.
I lost all hope, all essence of this forth convalescence.
My soul weakens at sight of the morning star, but my dreams rest on that lowly cloud afar.
Do I dare to wake and let my soul devour, or shall I stay to rest my final hour?
That music once again played that sweet melody, a simple chord just for me.
But how sweet the sound was, it dragged my soul down again;
I'm left standing in front of my worldly sin.
I'm stuck with a choice, shall I choose Limbo or Hell, but another calling echoes forth to tell.
This voice of reason whom to know, such familiar tone it had bestow.
A vision appeared before my eyes; t'was I whom was yet to've died.
'Have no fear.' He said in jest. But how can I when I'm at rest?
I am mesmerized by this soulless voice, figures like myself who dances and rejoice.
I saw him reach into my breast, grabbing forth my heart as he laughed in jest.
Ripping it out for me to see; bearing my soul, now cast into the moonlit sea.
But as I gaze to wonder the woe of my humanity, surely it's not enough to judge my sanity.
I look before the pass of where I stand, just gazing out onto this misty land.
I feel the beating of my heart as it rested in my palm; it shattered into black sand as the wind be calm.
The ground before me quaked before giving way, shown a dark black pit with no sign of day.
An arm reached out as it grabbed my hand, taking me now into a hellish land.
I am dragged down into this darkened abyss, with the vision of my lowly self amiss.
He reached into my breast once more. Taking with him, my dreamful lore.
Fear whelmed me as I closed my eyes; I caressed once more the nightly skies,
but the stars had a toll on my heart, their light dimmed since the nightly start.
I woke from my slumber with a hole in my chest, insanity held me as I laid to rest.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Red Lips, Blue Eyes, Little White Lies
(kostas/brent moyer)
Red lips, blue eyes and little white lies
Oh darlin Im a fool for you
Hey darlin why cant you can be true
Red lips, blue eyes and sweet disguise
Oh darlin the things you put me through
Your little white lies are breaking my heart in two
You come around and tell me that you love me so
You take a little loving then you say you gotta go
I know hes waiting for you on the other side of town
Well Im a fool to love you baby cause I know youre messing around
Red lips, blue eyes and little white lies
Oh darlin why cant you be true
Im crazy to love you baby you know I do, yeah
Sooner or later youll have to face the truth
Little white lies will catch up with you
With nowhere to run and no where to hide
And no one to love you there by your side
Red lips, blue eyes and little white lies
Oh darlin the things you put me through
But your little white lies are gonna catch up with you
Oh your little white lies are gonna catch up with you
Baby your little white lies are gonna catch up with you
song performed by by Gary Allan
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What is it all about
We try to talk about many things
Petty and not so vulgar
We try to overwhelm ourselves
With so much words as I choose
What to put to make you marvel
And you pretend you marvel
That I make sense, but in truth
That is not the point of this meeting
Of two souls, it is the meeting of bodies
Of two bodies, needing each other’s warmth
And wrath, as I tell you about something
Interesting, you know that I am just
Pretending, my eyes are looking at every
Corner of your skin, the tip of your fingers
Wanting to touch me, too,
The softness of your body, the lines in
Your curvatures, swaying towards
My lips, I stop, I kneel before your
Gentleness, as you close your eyes
As you hold my hair, as you caress
My neck, my arms, my chest and you
Have sympathies for my gentleness
My humiliation, you ask me with the
Signal of your hands, and eyes, and
Lips that I rise up
To kiss you, it is all about it, and
We have no chance saying words
Again, we breathe each other’s longings
We fill our mutual emptiness, like we
Are all cups now filled with air.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fix my broken pieces of Yesterday
richness of the experiences leads one moment to
see, the splendid venue of the future, where the soul
blinds the gloomy light that brings pain to touch in
the horizon of the night
reckons, my heart where the child Lilies blooms in thy
bosom arm of thy mother's charm, oh! let me touch
the naked breast of my lips that lure me to taste the
honey bee that makes me free in the day when I was
born
now it’s me, to look beyond the things that mold me,
the time of the moment of all the moments, that I
lead my way to the path of where I stay, alas! brings
me the cup that satisfied my thirst, a milk that subdue
my strength
feel the splendor of the morning sun, like dunes in the sea
of the desert sand, an oasis of storm in the land I can't be
fun, where my trimmed heart mixed with magic wand, and
take me to the place; then I will lay down my hand
please turn and fix my wonderful pieces in the stormy sea I
can’t see...........
poem by Antonio Liao
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Language Of Love
Some spend their time in conversation
They just talk and talk all day
But theres a sweeter situation, and
Its just a touch away
One kiss can say all that we need to say
Dont have to tell me you care
The message gets through
With the things youre doing
When were alone in the dark, you speak
To my soul, talk to my heart
In the language of love, we say everything
Every time that we touch we say so much
In the language of love, nothing says it better
Than when were talking together
Touch by touch in the language of love
In the language of love
This love dont need no explanation
We understand just fine, oh baby
Got heart to heart communication
I tell ya thats the sweetest kind
I love the way your body talks to mine
You can just look in my eyes to know that its
Real cause we go by feeling
We dont need words to express whats in our hearts we say it best
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Nothing Left
There is always
the aftermath,
the after kissing
time. Time to sit
and remember
the lips touching.
She recalls that well.
His lips on hers.
Skin on skin. Time
to reflect on actions
made. Things done
and not done. Or
done at the wrong
time for the wrong
reasons. She knows
she will go to him
and do similar things
again. The love making
holds no surprises.
The holds, the way
his fingers move over
her, the positions she
engages in, those cigarettes
after, those French ones
he insists on smoking.
The after feel, the stale
breath, the feeling
there is nothing left.
poem by Terry Collett
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All For Love
The girl next door has taste and style
Shes lookin so much better to me, yeah
Her flavor is hot as she passes by
Now I want her so much that it makes me scream, yeah
Our eyes collide, couldnt turn away
She licked her lips and smiled at me
When we find ourselves a little hideaway
I knew that I was in for somethin sweet
All for love
Im doin things ive never done before
All for love
Ill try my best cause shes the one my heart beats for
We hold each other neath the starry skies
I feel the rhythm of our hearts
This is harder than the 4th of july
And I want more of what shes got
I tell her things I always keep inside
I let her look into my soul
She says she loves me, can I squeeze her tight
Tonight there aint no letting go
All for love
Im doin things ive never done before
All for love
Ill try my best cause shes the one my heart beats for
In a daze all time
Dreaming about her day and night
All for love
Im doin things ive never done before
All for love
Ill try my best cause shes the one my heart beats for
All for love
All for love
All for love
All for love
Im doin things ive never done before
All for love
Ill try my best cause shes the one my heart beats for
All for love
Im doin things ive never done before
All for love
song performed by by New Edition
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A Kiss
when your lips
touch my lips
you do not
have to see
the flash
the gleam
the glitter
the shimmer
the spark in my eyes
that slides
through
my soul
i am glowing with fire
i am burning
i am burning
my heart is restless
and asking more
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Met as Strangers
We met as strangers on life's lonely way,
And yet it seemed we knew each other well;
There was no end to what thou hadst to say,
Or to the thousand things I found to tell.
My heart, long silent, at thy voice that day
Chimed in my breast like to a silver bell.
How much we spoke, and yet still left untold
Some secret half revealed within our eyes:
Didst thou not love me once in ages old?
Had I not called thee with importunate cries,
And, like a child left sobbing in the cold,
Listened to catch from far thy fond replies?
We met as strangers, and as such we part;
Yet all my life seems leaving me with thine;
Ah, to be clasped once only heart to heart,
If only once to feel that thou wert mine!
These lips are locked, and yet I know thou art
That all in all for which my soul did pine.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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One Day In Spring....
One day in spring, a woman came
In my lonely woods,
In the lovely form of the Beloved.
Came, to give to my songs, melodies,
To give to my dreams, sweetness.
Suddenly a wild wave
Broke over my heart's shores
And drowned all language.
To my lips no name came,
She stood beneath the tree, turned,
Glanced at my face, made sad with pain,
And with quick steps, came and sat by me.
Taking my hands in hers, she said:
'You do not know me, nor I you-
I wonder how this could be?'
I said:
'We two shall build, a bridge for ever
Between two beings, each to the other unknown,
This eager wonder is at the heart of things.'
The cry that is in my heart is also the cry of her heart;
The thread with which she binds me binds her too.
Her have I sought everywhere,
Her have I worshipped within me,
Hidden in that worship she has sought me too.
Crossing the wide oceans, she came to steal my heart.
She forgot to return, having lost her own.
Her own charms play traitor to her,
She spreads her net, knowing not
Whether she will catch or be caught.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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We Are To Play The Game Of Death
WE are to play the game of death to-night, my bride and I.
The night is black, the clouds in the sky are capricious, and the waves are raving at sea.
We have left our bed of dreams, flung open the door and come out, my bride and I.
We sit upon a swing, and the storm winds give us a wild push from behind.
My bride starts up with fear and delight, she trembles and clings to my breast.
Long have I served her tenderly.
I made for her a bed of flowers and I closed the doors to shut out the rude light from her eyes.
I kissed her gently on her lips and whispered softly in her ears till she half swooned in languor.
She was lost in the endless mist of vague sweetness.
She answered not to my touch, my songs failed to arouse her.
To-night has come to us the call of the storm from the wild.
My bride has shivered and stood up, she has clasped my hand and come out.
Her hair is flying in the wind, her veil is fluttering, her garland rustles over her breast.
The push of death has swung her into life.
We are face to face and heart to heart, my bride and I.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Who wants her pancreas?
She is nice to look at-
Her eyes, cheeks, lips,
Her nape, ears and hair,
Her chest, loins, waist,
Her hip, shins, feet.
Beauty is skin deep.
Who wants to see
Her heart, liver and pancreas?
06.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Songs of the night
As these night climbs over the heels of our affection,
please tell me that my dreams will be devoid your smiling face,
O lass of mogul esteem,
Make not of my heart your flirtatious ground,
For I bear and fair in charmless glee
Your subtle smile,
Of cloudless clime,
Streaming down the state of my veins.
In this night of sweet, tweet, giggling hour of splendor.
My throbbing heart shall be our minstrel,
The moon and the stars;
By their luminous hue
Shall linger upon the Marguerite,
We shall be the audience,
or maybe a little minuet.
And then I shall delight in blushes,
Or maybe I shall blush,
In the way your eyes of marcasite and skin of emerald,
Saccharine at these lovely nightly hour.
Your mirth, the sky shall not contain,
And your minx shall role down to the feet of my heart.
The candle will fade out,
Together shall we waddle through the darkest night.
Our darkest night of love.
poem by Folayemi Akande
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A New Year's Message To Joseph Mazzini
Send the stars light, but send not love to me.
Shelley.
I
Out of the dawning heavens that hear
Young wings and feet of the new year
Move through their twilight, and shed round
Soft showers of sound,
Soothing the season with sweet rain,
If greeting come to make me fain,
What is it I can send again?
2
I know not if the year shall send
Tidings to usward as a friend,
And salutation, and such things
Bear on his wings
As the soul turns and thirsts unto
With hungering eyes and lips that sue
For that sweet food which makes all new.
3
I know not if his light shall be
Darkness, or else light verily:
I know but that it will not part
Heart's faith from heart,
Truth from the trust in truth, nor hope
From sight of days unscaled that ope
Beyond one poor year's horoscope.
4
That faith in love which love's self gives,
O master of my spirit, lives,
Having in presence unremoved
Thine head beloved,
The shadow of thee, the semitone
Of thy voice heard at heart and known,
The light of thee not set nor flown.
5
Seas, lands, and hours, can these divide
Love from love's service, side from side,
Though no sound pass nor breath be heard
Of one good word?
To send back words of trust to thee
Were to send wings to love, when he
With his own strong wings covers me.
6
Who shall teach singing to the spheres,
Or motion to the flight of years?
Let soul with soul keep hand in hand
And understand,
As in one same abiding-place
We keep one watch for one same face
To rise in some short sacred space.
7
And all space midway is but nought
To keep true heart from faithful thought,
As under twilight stars we wait
By Time's shut gate
Till the slow soundless hinges turn,
And through the depth of years that yearn
The face of the Republic burn.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Bear With Me
The operator girl
kept saying this to me
over the phone
while waiting for her
to finish her assignment
I requested for her to do
but she kept saying
'Bear with me, bear with me...'
I thought to myself
what do I have to bear with
only a phone call bill
at the end of the month...
and a little patience
for this girl to finish her job?
but she is so sweet to say
such words that warm my heart
in the end
what do I have to bear with now?
A new light shined on me
with this man as sweet as this girl
who keeps saying
'Bear with me, bear with me...'
but this man is not English speaker
so he can't say
'Bear with me.'
but he is the rekindled heart
that was brought forth
in my life now
but I don't have to bear with it
nor suffer through with it
but just a zest or play
some kids might enjoy doing
with their friends
I also became a child
to play the play things
with him
so delightful to hear him say
in my language
that was forgotten in me
for so long
but now returned a new
in different form of language
a new language
Living in two language worlds
made me forget all the things
that were inherent in that language
but now they are returned and refreshed a new
in this fellow a new fiery light
who is he?
I don't quite well know
but is better than the one who kept
saying to me over the phone
on one fine day
'I love you! I so much love you,
that's all I want to say to you
to let you know..'
He didn't give me his name nor
his identity but only the empty 'I Love You's
over the phone in one afternoon
but this new light-shine on me
a new friend is not saying such stupid words
but things he needs to know
needs to say and do
Those are the ones he only says
and the language he speaks is so refreshing
and renews my heart
the lost words
in me returned through him.
Hello, friend,
are you gonna stay around for a long time
or are you gonna go away and
not return..
only he is the one who will answer this question.
So today I bear with this girl
who is doing a job for me
and who is sweet enough to say
such sweet words to me
that brought me another poem like this
this morning.
No more of suffering
no more of bearing
but simple facts and duties to fulfill
life's journey has ended here
and job well done,
done with.
10: 07am Korea-Japan Time
(November 9,2012)
poem by Sangnam Nam
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