Now
When ecstasy’s utmost thrill
is at the core of our existence
and you are above, or under me
with feelings, senses and experience
the moment feels as if it can be eternal,
stretching right through time
to when Adam first adored Eve like this
and when this perfect present experience
filled with rapture captures us together
then I know that it is love.
[Reference: Now by Robert Browning.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Now!
Out of your whole life give but a moment!
All of your life that has gone before,
All to come after it, -- so you ignore,
So you make perfect the present, condense,
In a rapture of rage, for perfection's endowment,
Thought and feeling and soul and sense,
Merged in a moment which gives me at last
You around me for once, you beneath me, above me --
Me, sure that, despite of time future, time past,
This tick of life-time's one moment you love me!
How long such suspension may linger? Ah, Sweet,
The moment eternal -- just that and no more --
When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core,
While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
poem by Robert Browning
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When all of life is condensed as true (Italian sonnet)
(after Robert Browning)
All other times things, people coming before
has no consequence when we merge intimately,
as when we are apart, act separately
between us the depth is just so much more
as we enter life's, ecstasy's central core
while we are one and you are around me
kisses are sublime, time lingers eternally
as if nothing can be anything more
when all of life is condensed as true
with soul and sense in a single moment,
when each to each together we do meet
in the connection between me and you
in bliss, rapture, in perfect enchantment
and life that moment is eternally sweet.
[Reference: "Now" by Robert Browning]
poem by Gert Strydom
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The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
quote by Robert Browning
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While Inside Your Lover
Existence morphs into a more perfect experience
When you are inside your lover.
Troubles vanish
Time slows down
Sensations are heightened
Spirits soar
Ecstasy approaches
And you know that joy's rapture will take you when ecstasy arrives.
Here's the thing few have discovered
And I want to share it with you,
The thing that transcends the most,
There's no better event
No better by far,
Is laughter.
Ah, to feel laughter from the inside out,
When you are inside your lover.
poem by Steven SRS
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Mere existence (in answer to Breyten Breytenbach)
With the hot sun daily appearing,
the beauty of the glittering stars at night,
the wind dancing through the leaves
it seems as if every thing is caught,
as if existence is mere rejoicing
in which insects, birds and people are frolicking,
as if we are in a world that is only waiting
for bigger glory with each coming day
as if our lives are not measured out
to mere existence, as if time can last eternally,
as if time itself is missing,
only is something fleeting that we experience,
as if everything is caught in the here and now,
in that which we experience and live through,
the feelings in the heart,
the principles of loving
but reality
is filled with heartache,
illnesses, suffering and pain
with our youth that disappears,
there is grey coming to our hairs,
the beauty of our faces,
our bodies decay with the years
and time is measured out for every one
until when our lives suddenly
or gradually comes to a end,
where each one of us decays
like just another wilting flower.
[Reference: “daar is geen tyd” (“there is no time”) by Breyten Breytenbach.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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after a while, he is convinced
that the other playful one has,
experience, the softness of the
hands, the smoothness of lips,
the way the dance steps are
done by the tongue, one can
see how skilled can experience be
and so there is no need for words
on how to do love, how whispers
sweetly accomplish the need, the
luxury of simply having to wait,
to close one's eyes, to be carried
to the clouds, to dwell in the heavens
for a moment, without wasting
an eyelash, or any sign, how intimate
can loneliness be with the experience
of another loneliness, jibing fitting in,
ecstasy to ecstasy
fantasy to fantasy, and
then when it is over, you sigh,
you always know what you long for,
there is going to be another dance of
the tongues, the thrill of the lips,
on same place, same hour
with the same kindness of the same
person, the one who understands
you even without having the need
to know you, even without having
a name, or the background, the curtain
the need for floors, the demand for
ceilings, the closes of breaths, the need
for air, the size of nipples, the tenor of
the song, the lyrics of the same....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Existence itself does not feel horrible; it feels like an ecstasy, rather, which we have only to be still to experience.
quote by John Updike
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Experience Cosmic Whisper
experience
mind
non-talkative
experience
past
present future
experience
time
as eternity
split
second
causality
single
moment
eternity
cosmic
whisper
eureka
poem by Terence George Craddock
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It's the same thing that drives people to want to experience sexual pleasure or have one too many drinks. We all want to experience the other, and to get out of our daily existence.
quote by Adam Arkin
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Life is not A question, But It is an experience!
Life is not a question that to be
solved,
it should be experienced!
Life is that experience of facing
and solving problems,
toughest is to know the one who experience.
The evolution of life itself is story
of trial and error!
life itself is that greatest observer
of itself!
The vision of invisible viewing through mortal eyes,
hearing the silent eloquent by mortal ears,
touching the one beyond touch by mortal skin,
Smelling the one odourfree by mortal nose,
Tasting the one who is tastefree by mortal tongue
Immortal showing up as mortal!
Life is an experience between birth and death,
coming here as nothing,
Learning to love and hate,
Learning to work and expect fruits,
developing skill to use senses and devices,
Learning to use mind and intelligence,
Learning and conveying message,
The message of immortal to mortal,
The truth itself in pursuit of Truth!
Life itself is that truth,
looks like an experience
that constantly puts
its own existence
on trial...
The one who had born has to die,
But one who is eternal continues his eternal play!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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What is the love of a woman
What is the love of a woman
that I simply don't understand
for when I speak she captures my breath
and her heart flutters deeply inside her chest
like a small bird that trembles inside the nest
What is the love of a woman
What is the love of a woman
that I simply cannot work out
for when I kiss her my senses she grasps
and her body feels faint for the want of a gasp
like a butterfly wishing the summer would last
what is the love of a woman
What is the love of a woman
that I simply wont be without
for when I caress her she captures my mind
with a passion and fire of a volcanic kind
like a bee in a rapture of honey he finds
what is the love of a woman.
poem by Charles M. Moore
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How I love thee
When mere feelings are gone, are not with me
my love still stays with thee
and in every sweet tenderness
and tranquil kiss
I long for thee in my everydayness,
even in the night’s romantic hour I long for thy bliss
and what’s between us comes clear and free
without any inequity,
as just the experience, the lives of you and me
in all of love’s purity
is even there when I bow to pray
asking His blessings on you each day
and I love thee with all that is in me
past life, past death into eternity, as it’s supposed to be.
[Reference: XLIII. “How much I love thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Time and Experience
I found the past in my present
I built the future on my past
I found the gift of today
When I thought about what
The future has to offer
Where is the wisdom in experience
If there is no folly in wisdom
What's the real meaning of death
If our spirits live forever
Times never change
But circumstances do
I'll let mystery play with the future
Surprises couple with the present
And experience mourn the past
Because sun always rises from the east
And each day always comes to an end
Experience is not chained to wisdom
Nor is folly tied to bad results
But to the circumstances that burden
Our past, present and future because
Time is always anxious for the future
Experience loves the present
And wisdom never divorces the past
poem by Benaiah Sondashi
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To Stay In A Shared Mutual Interest
I would love to experience,
That initial spark of love...
With a bit of naïveté.
An innocence that stays,
With a freshness...
That doesn't soon go away.
I would love to experience,
That delicious kiss...
As if that kiss was the first.
And thirst for more,
From that one I adored.
I would love to feel my heart pound.
My speech hurried by incomplete sentences.
And be looked upon,
As if I am the only one in view existing.
I would love to experience,
That initial spark of love...
With a bit of naïveté.
I would,
If I could only forget those times that came...
As I stood babbling to bore,
Until I became ignored.
To be left without a hint of an explanation.
This time I wish,
For just a 'bit' of naïveté...
And not total 'stupiditay'
To stay in a shared mutual interest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love and Loving
(after Robert Browning)
Right through spring
I bought her bunches of roses and carnations
that were flowering
wrote verses in anticipation
that somehow these things would catch her eye
but she had even thrown a sheave away to die.
In mere meagre words
I tried to put all of my love,
as my feelings to my wife to prove
but her actions were cutting me like swords
when she chose another above me,
demanded from our marriage to be free.
During our separation I phoned her
and she acted as if I were someone unknown
while in the background I heard her lover whisper
and around me my entire world had fallen down
while she acted in iniquity
and I heard them both laugh in glee.
l’Envoi
Since then many years have gone
while with other women my life went on
and I know love and loving well,
that it can be either heaven or hell.
[Reference: “One way of love” by Robert Browning.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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When all the world is right
That perfect moment.
Quintessential moment in time
Vibes in exquisite harmony
The planets all aligned
Eyes that glow
Senses heightened
Feelings flow
Mind enlightened
So rarely felt …so sorely missed
So primal and so potent
Evanescent as morning mist
…elusive perfect moment…
poem by David Whalen
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The utmost thing is the user experience, to have the most useful experience.
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When You Tell Me How Much You Do Love Me
How many days I saw your subtle grace
the lingering smile on your lovely face,
there is a kind of sweet innocence
but also charm and a confidence
and you bring an inner tranquillity
when you tell me how much you do love me.
Sometimes beautiful the day does begin
while loving you closely feels like a sin,
but our intense feelings we cannot ignore
while life changes from what it was before
and you bring an inner tranquillity
when you tell me how much you do love me.
The moment is eternal with each kiss
while we are caught in ecstasy, sheer bliss
and not the future or even times past
has significance while the feelings last
and you bring an inner tranquillity
when you tell me how much you do love me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Screen Behind The Mirror
(m.cretu.) .
Heres the mirror
Behind there is a screen
Turn around
On both ways you can get in
The experience of survival
Look around just people, can you hear their voice
Find the one wholl guide you to the limits of your choice
The experience / of survival
Try to think about it ...
Thats the chance to live your life and discover
Try to think about it
The experience of survival
The experience ...
The experience of survival
The experience ...
song performed by by Enigma
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To Be In The Veldt
(after Robert Browning)
Oh, to be in the veldt while its spring
to see all the wildflowers rising,
to hear the birds, the bees
as they sweetly sing
with the greenness in every grass and leaf,
the blushing colour of the eve
might be the greatest blessing
a beautiful, very great thing.
[Reference: “Home-thoughts, from Abroad” by Robert Browning.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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