Maybe Tomorrow
My senses
All at once may wake up to
Yoke me in a
Battle with myself
Ever faced such a battle?
This endless sea
Out of habit has been
Moving mostly on its
Own accord for eons…
Restless will be winds
Ravishing will be the night
Of gale and thunder
When all the senses together invade
08feb2008
12.20hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Which is chaste?
My eyes are sharper than swords.
Your attention was held.
My words are sharper than eyes.
Your heart was won.
My pen is sharper than words.
Your senses struggle.
Is my sharpest weapon blunt
‘Cause your senses are strong?
No, your senses are iron sheathed.
Else, your senses are the weakest.
The senses shown can be visible.
Hence you dread to show.
The shown heart, who knows?
Hence, you dare to concede.
Heart, more precious, is given.
Yet you guard your senses.
Throne is lost; sword is guarded.
War is lost; battle is waged.
Kings are friendly; subjects only war.
Heart is given; senses are withheld.
Visibly chaste; Invisibly what?
13.06.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ravashing
When the sun is burning out
And the night is pouring in
Now is the time to run, run boy
Now is the time to hide
There's nobody out on the beach
There's nobody down in the woods
We're gonne do it alone
We're gonna do it outside -
And I can feel the air it's sticking to our skin so tight
And I can feel there's something in this air tonight --
-- I really got it bad
Tonight I really got it bad
Tonight I really got it bad
But it's still so good, so good
That I got it at all and it was
Ravishing, ravishing
And I love to see the moonlight
See it shimmer down my dress
It's so ravishing, ravishing
And the wind is like a finger
Tracing patterns on your chest
You're so ravishing
And I know
This is the season that we make our move
This is the season we've got something to prove
And this is the season I've got something to lose
Oh, it's now or it's never
So now and forever, we're
Ravishing, ravishing
Oh-wo-wo
Ravishing, ravishing
Oh-wo-wo
Ravishing, ravishing oh-wo-wo
It's all right
We'll be ravishing each other till the end of this endless night
It's all right, so right, it's all right, so right
And if an angel broke his wings
Would he come to you for parts
I need a couple of wings boy, boy
I need a reason to soar
And if the devil lost his fire
Could he count on you for sparks
There's something ws ought to try now
We ought to try it some more -
-- Than anything I ever wanted was to see the light
And there's e chance that we'll be glowing in the dark tonight -
I really got it bad
Tonight I really got it bad
I really got it bad
Tonight I rEally got it bad
But it still felt good -- so good --
--Just to get it at all, and it's so
Ravishing, ravishing
-And I can't believe the way the stars are shooting through your hair
You're so ravishing, ravishing
And it's just my luck tonight I don't have anything to wear
We're so ravishing
This is the season that we make our move
This is the season we've got something to prove
This is the season I've got something to lose
And all we ever really needed was
Ravishing, ravishing, Oh-wo-wo
Ravishing, ravishing, Oh-wo-wo
Ravishing, ravishing, oh-wo-wo
It's all right
We'll be ravishing each other till the end of this endless night
It's all right, so right, it's all right, so right
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Ravishing
(jim steinman)
Producer for bonnie: jim steinman
When the sun is burning out
And the night is pouring in
Now is the time to run, run boy
Now is the time to hide
Theres nobody out on the beach
Theres nobody down in the woods
Were gonna do it alone
Were gonna do it outside
And I can feel the air its sticking to our skin so tight
And I can feel theres something in this air tonight-
-l really got it bad
Tonight I really got it bad
Tonight I really got it bad
But its still so good, so good
That I got it at all and it was
Ravishing, ravishing
And I love to see the moonlight
See it shimmer down my dress
Its so ravishing, ravishing
And the wind is like a finger
Tracing patterns on your chest
Youre so ravishing
And I know
This is the season that we make our move
This is the season weve got something to prove
And this is the season Ive got something to lose
Oh, its now or its never
So now and forever, were
Ravishing, ravishing
Oh-wo-wo
Ravishing, ravishing
Oh-wo-wo
Ravishing, ravishing oh-wo-wo
Its all right
Well be ravishing each other till the end of this endless night
Its all right, so right, its all right, so right
And if an angel broke his wings
Would he come to you for parts
I need a couple of wings boy, boy
I need a reason to soar
And if the devil lost his fire
Could he count on you for sparks
Theres something we ought to try now
We ought to try it some more-
-than anything I ever wanted was to see the light
And theres a chance that well be glowing in the dark tonight-
I really got it bad
Tonight really got it bad
I really got it bad
Tonight I really got it bad
But it still felt good - so good -
- just to get it at all, and its so
Ravishing, ravishing
-and I cant believe the way the stars are shooting through your hair
Youre so ravishing, ravishing
And its just my luck tonight I dont have anything to wear
Were so ravishing
This is the season that we make our move
This is the season weve got something to prove
This is the season Ive got something to lose
And all we ever really needed was
Ravishing, ravishing
Oh-wo-wo
Ravishing, ravishing
Oh~wo-wo
Ravishing, ravishing oh-wo-wo
Its all right
Well be ravishing each other till the end of this endless night
Its all right, so right, its all right, so right
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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The place beyond between
Not named as joy;
not named as happiness..
at the end of a thought
the eyes lifted; then,
only the senses;
only the senses’ action seen;
only the endless beauty
of the beautiful unnamed;
only the glory of the food
of the senses unattached;
where is the mind
in this perfect satisfaction?
who needs to name this blessing,
blithe? or to name it, bliss?
beyond a name;
yet known.
*
poem by Michael Shepherd
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In the island of my senses
In the island of my senses
You have come as a lover.
Last night you touch
With your fingers my
Softness and I wriggled
In such sweetness.
I touch you too with the
Sands of my shores
You do not really know
That I am here
In my flowers and
Shells. I whistle and
Sigh in my winds of
My islands. You do
Not know that I am
Here. In the island
Of my senses I lay
With desire concealed.
As I kiss you in your
Sleep, I am not even
A part of your dream.
In the island of my
Senses, you are
The boat that leaves
Me tomorrow. I am
Staying in pain.
My clouds bleed
In scarlet sunset.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Exhortation About A Dog
i
the dog that licks my
feet
every morning after
i wake up
does not appeal to my
senses anymore
ii
the dog that licks my feet every morning after i wake up does not appeal to my senses anymore
iii
the dog
that
licks my
feet
every
morning
after
i wake
up
does
not
appeal to
my
senses
anymore
iv
but i must
allow it
still
because it is the law
between
the dog and me
and this
dogged
society
v
and so the dog still
licks my feet
every morning
and at night
i do not ponder about it
anymore
i do not ask
i have no questions
for asking
vi
the dog sleeps with me
at night
in my bed
and spreads her legs like
a spoiled
prostitute
and she is confident
that i cannot kill her
because that is the
law between us
and dogs
vii
and society keeps guard
on this
and if i continue
having this dog's tongue lick
all over my body
and feed her well
and make her a part of my
life
till death do us part
then society
shall have a thousand hands
clapping
for my obedience
and fidelity
viii
my honest neighbor
(who does not want to be mentioned here says
that actually)
she's one kind of a typical
bitch
(and i will neither confirm nor deny
it, but please do not tell
anyone about it)
that is the law.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Screen The Sufferings
With the senses you know the world.
The senses awake, you're aware.
The unbridled senses lead to lust.
The sensory objects induce greed.
With the mind you build ambition
And ignore the path to attain.
With the ego you feel importance
And want at any cost to achieve.
Senses, mind and ego reined,
Suffering is screened.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Want To Sleep On A Bed Of Roses
I want to sleep on a bed of roses,
I want their fragrance to invade our senses,
In the velvet dark night i want you there by my side,
You and me on a bed of roses.
Was just the sunset and it's coming the night,
When love exists, even the silence is full with light,
I want to share my dreams only with you,
You and me on a bed of roses.
And when the sun rise up and light came in,
I want to wake up gently and to feel like a queen,
Surrounded by petals, with a velvet touch,
You and me on a bed of roses.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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I believe in the battle-whether it's the battle of a campaign or the battle of this office, which is a continuing battle.
quote by Richard Milhous Nixon
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Cold, It's So Cold
Cold, it's so cold!
Weather, maybe, perhaps more than that
Maybe more than the wind
More than the elements known to the five senses
Cold, it's so cold
Storm, maybe, perhaps more than that
Maybe more than thunder
More than the outward elements experienced by the five senses
Cold, it's so cold
why be so cold, more so than weather, strong wind
Why be so cold, more so than a storm and loud thunder
More damage than the outward senses could ever do
poem by Smile Henry
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Since I've Come To My Senses
Giving up on my life,
To not sleep peacefully at night.
With a pacing of the floor...
Back and forth and uptight.
Not anymore.
Since I've come to my senses,
Open are those doors I've closed before.
Giving up on my dreams,
To witness them flow downstream...
Panicked.
Not anymore.
Since I've come to my senses,
Down came those fences...
And defenses raised.
Doing things for others to see them pleased,
With approval unshown...
They appreciated me.
Not anymore.
Since I've come to my senses.
I will not be accused,
For something done I did do.
To then feel used and psychologically abused...
With an inflicting of my own torment?
No!
Not anymore...
Since I've come to my senses.
Giving up on my life to feel accepted,
As a focused objective to have others reject...
No.
Not anymore.
I've closed those doors.
There are so many others I had to learn to open,
With a coming to my senses.
Before I prevented so much I now can see.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blake said that the body was the soul's prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the 'windows of the soul.' When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experence.
quote by Jim Morrison
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Lust
The smell fills her senses, she breathes it in,
She knows it is wrong, that it's a sin,
She turns her back forces herself to run,
She runs away from m the scent she longs for, out of the sun,
She runs farther into the dark, the forest,
She runs faster than ever, into the trees to leave the rest,
The rest of what she wants, of what she longs for,
But she knows she can't let herself loose what shes woked so hard for
She ran, till safe from temtation from the longing,
And slowly her lover caught up the stopped in front of her, wondering,
She made herself continue, with him close behind,
The she smelled a new smell, and she knew what she had to find.
The lion was purched in a tree,
She knew what she had to do, and this kill would be free,
She wouldn't have to deal with the guilt of someone
She only had the feeling of thirst leaving, of being the one who won
Who won the battle between instinct and right, of doing what she must,
She won the battle against wanting human, the battle of lust
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Pushing The Senses
Finishing avenue
Pulling you under now
Your fighting the undertow
Before it sucks you down
Pushing the senses
It's pushing the senses now
Come on come on
What are you going to do
You can't find another day
Come on come on
You're pushing the senses
You're pushing the senses through
Always, I can depend on you
But sometimes
It's burning a hole right through
Let's talk about it
Staring at photographs
Post it on the wall
Images smiling down
The face of a lonely soul
Come on come on
What are you going to do
You can't find another day
Come on come on
You're pushing the senses
You're pushing the senses through
Always
'cause I can depend on you
But sometimes
I'm finding it hard to choose
Let's talk about it
Always
I can depend on you
But sometimes
It's burning a hole right through
Let's talk about it
Let's talk about it
Always
I can depend on you
But sometimes
Sometimes
Always
I can depend on you
But sometimes
It's burning a hole right through
Let's talk about it
Always
I can depend on you
But sometimes
It's burning a hole right through
Keep pushing the senses through
Let's talk about us
song performed by by Feeder
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Several battles of a holy war
When I was in my mother’s womb
I fought my first battle.
I waged my second on her lap,
The third one the chest of my father,
The fourth necessarily with the girlfriends,
The fifth, a heroic battle at first night,
And the sixth one with my children.
Then battles were with elusive women
The penultimate one is with grandchildren
The last battle is to be with Yemah.
29.08.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Battle Cry Of Freedom (Southern Version)
Our flag is proudly floating
On the land and on the main,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Beneath it oft we've conquered,
And we'll conquer oft again!
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
CHORUS: Our Dixie forever!
She's never at a loss!
Down with the eagle
And up with the cross!
We'll rally 'round the bonny flag,
We'll rally once again,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Our gallant boys have marched
To the rolling of the drums,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
And the leaders in charge cry out,
'Come, boys, come!'
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!-CHORUS
They have laid down their lives
On the bloody battle field,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Their motto is resistance -
'To tyrants we'll not yield!'
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!-CHORUS
While our boys have responded
And to the fields have gone,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Our noble women also
Have aided them at home,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!-CHORUS
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Minefield
Thunder came from the grass
and open the earth split
tearing the wheels from a armoured car
and again the ear deafening roar
just as before lightening leaped
right from the ground
slicing at a battle tank
and then most of the armour
draw back to safe ground
and two officers went right in
through the battle din of machinegun
and tank canon
to extract a tank with a wounded man
while shrapnel fell and bullets screamed
across their heads
and at the craters edge repaired,
got that piece of armour moving again.
poem by Gert Strydom
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You Come To My Senses
I picture you on the beach
Lying in the sand
Out of reach of my trembling hands
I picture you in a car
Blonde hair in the wind
I picture you in my arms
And the touch of your skin
The smile on your face
The way that you taste
(chorus)
You come to my senses
Every time i close my eyes
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
I can't stop this ache inside
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
Driving home in the cold
January rain
I've got to find my way out of this pain
I reached for you in the night
I dreamed of your kiss
I woke before it got light
With your name on my lips
Alone in my bed
Your voice in my head
(chorus)
I picture you in my arms
And the touch of your skin
The smile on your face
The way that you taste
You come to my senses
Every time i close my eyes
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
I can't stop this ache inside
Oh, i have no defenses
You come to my senses
Ah...
song performed by by Chicago
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You Came To My Senses
I picture you on the beach
Lying in the sand
Out of reach of my trembling hands
I picture you in a car
Blonde hair in the wind
I picture you in my arms
And the touch of your skin
The smile on your face
The way that you taste
(chorus)
You come to my senses
Every time I close my eyes
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
I cant stop this ache inside
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
Driving home in the cold
January rain
Ive got to find my way out of this pain
I reached for you in the night
I dreamed of your kiss
I woke before it got light
With your name on my lips
Alone in my bed
Your voice in my head
(chorus)
I picture you in my arms
And the touch of your skin
The smile on your face
The way that you taste
You come to my senses
Every time I close my eyes
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
I cant stop this ache inside
Oh, I have no defenses
You come to my senses
Ah...
song performed by by Chicago
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Ye Mariners of England
Ye Mariners of England,
That guard our native seas,
Whose flag has braved a thousand years
The battle and the breeze,
Your glorious standard launch again
To match another foe,
And sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow!
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow!
The spirits of your fathers
Shall start from every wave,
For the deck it was their field of fame,
And Ocean was their grave.
Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell
Your manly hearts shall glow,
As ye sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow!
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow!
Britannia needs no bulwarks,
No towers along the steep:
Her march is o'er the mountain-waves,
Her home is on the deep.
With thunders from her native oak
She quells the floods below
As they roar on the shore,
When the stormy winds do blow!
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow!
The meteor flag of England
Shall yet terrific burn,
Till danger's troubled night depart,
And the star of peace return.
Then, then, ye ocean warriors,
Our song and feast shall flow
To the fame of your name,
When the storm has ceased to blow!
When the fiery fight is heard no more,
And the storm has ceased to blow.
poem by Thomas Campbell
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