In_Time_Mate Or In_Time_I_Date Sting [H]Alter-Wring Or Sing Altar Ring? After Gellet Burgess Abstrophy
'Forever' seems an attitude -
whenever iover-stated -
fantastical as fervent mood
through which it is created.
Sweet dreams evolve as covert feud
quite unanticipated
when he or she, or both, prim, prude,
fast, loose, find faith inflated
when practicalities intrude
on idyll time-outdated.
Familiarity, once wooed
contempt breeds, dissipated
when lovey-dovey interlude's
perceived plot perpetrated
on pipe-dream theme somewhat askewed
when truth is estimated.
Is passion palled by plenitude,
or, consecrated, sated?
castrated by its magnitude,
once baited is abated?
Is passion passing interlude
its pride of place vacated
when self by self is too imbued -
in_time_mate intim_I_dated,
passion pursuant to pursued
with chaste and chased related,
missel_toe issue tissue wooed?
bourgeois romance out-dated?
Is love cavorting in the nude
tryst trophy team instated,
with double assets well accrued
pendant physicians placated?
Or is it just lust for bust crude
between divorce created
by cheesy lawyers out for feud
too well remunerated,
communication mis-construed,
excuse pre-fabricated?
Is family sollicitude
ideal deal which rich waited?
Is love submissive servitude
to idyll over-rated
triple A by Moody's in the Mood,
Fitch, Standard Poor downrated?
or self through wealth from shelf rescued
by bright knight silver plated.
Is true romance a tale well cued
from fact, or fiction weighted,
ideal two feel that ne'er unglued
becomes prevaricated?
Is self-protective platitude
romance and all related?
Can entente hand in glove allude
to kith, kin, karmic fated?
Is XY XY turpitude
when XX feels deflated
or need to feed seed's needs construed
as sharing pairing baited
by reproductive fair game food,
seeds generations bated?
Track records rarely all include,
beware, life's dice are weighted!
Is prime mate musing magic trick,
or sleight of wishful thinking
which senses sweeps in augenblick,
then changes course a-winking?
Is lovelorn candle, life's trimmed wick,
in time's rhyme ego linking?
fidelity through thin and thick?
complicity gone kinking?
Are all emotions fiery flick
or blatant double-thinking
returned to loved-one double quick,
upon reflection sinking?
Is lust light uncontested beam,
star-studded, scintillated,
or shared commitment as a team
regularly restated?
Are passion plays part of heart's scheme
[t]win-win anticipated
to foster further fondness, gleam
fantastically fated
as variations on a theme
confirm the term related?
Or should one, wary of extreme,
prepare for fall check-mated?
Is passion part of heaven's game
Chance challenging unshrinking,
deflecting Fate from some false aim,
from former flame unthinking?
Is passion love, love passion tame,
or echo self-hoodwinking?
Truss channelled through trust karmic chain
or opportunist skinking
twinned souls sole, self-centered claim
staked counter Fate moves inking?
or shameless counterfeit quitclaim?
on blameless vestal pinking?
Can passion rhyme with peaches, cream,
through humdrum soar elated
to reach peak plateau, stay supreme,
joy never dissipated?
Or must Time take its toll, lose steam,
as tears evaporated?
Is troth plight tsunami torrent stream
wave pupils wide dilated
or self-delusion's mirage dream,
peer pressure instigated?
Love, hate, hate, love, chase interlude
between haste chaste created
to fill the void both gal and dude
avoid, lose/lose deflated.
Yet can love live, forgive, when crewed
by team at odds, unsated?
Base too unstable to be viewed
as else but dissipated,
time no prime rhyme can ease, bestrewed
confetti falsely fêted.
Corps core intact, authentic feud
maintains 'gainst hate and hated.
Should devil dance, dare to intrude
between twinned karmas fated,
and counterfeit love reconstrued
two-timing triplicated
then authenticity's tease cued
by motives manipulated
and all proves vain - no gain, pain brewed -
pawns challenged, chest check-mated.
Quantum entanglements delude
all who love/hate equated
no 'opposites' each must preclude
the other re-instated.
IS Love? if 'tis, if tisn't, what's the use?
Grounds hidebound logic lists sound vain, abstruse!
Abstrosophy Gelett Burgess
If echoes from some fitful past
Could rise to mental view,
Would all their fancied radience sue
Or would some odors from the blast,
Untouched by time, accrue.
Is present pain a future bliss,
Or is it something worse?
For instance, take a case like this:
Is fancied kick a real kiss
Or really the reverse?
Is plenitude of passion palled
By poverty of scorn?
Does Fiction mend what Fact has mauled?
Has Death its wisest victims called
When idiots are born?
(12 December 2001)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Abstrosophy
If echoes from the fitful past
Could rise to mental view,
Would all their fancied radiance last
Or would some odors from the blast,
Untouched by Time, accrue?
Is present pain a future bliss,
Or is it something worse?
For instance, take a case like this:
Is fancied kick a real kiss,
Or rather the reverse?
Is plenitude of passion palled
By poverty of scorn?
Does Fiction mend where Fact has mauled?
Has Death its wisest victims called
When idiots are born?
poem by Gelett Burgess
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(Valentine's Day) Romance, Emotion, Passion, And Love
You'll never lose….., for it fills your heart……,
Instantly you feel it….., when Cupid shoots his dart……,
Now you won't be lonely…., ever again……,
For God has smiled on you from Heaven above……,
With Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love…..! ! !
Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love…..,
Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love……,
It's the thrill of a lifetime…., there's never enough….,
Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love…..! ! !
When luck decides to touch your soul……,
Suddenly you're body loses control…….,
All sadness is gone and your dreams are on fire……,
Desire is all your mind is thinking of…….,
With Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love…..! ! !
Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love…..,
Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love……,
It's the thrill of a lifetime…., there's never enough….,
Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love…..! ! !
..................................Trade Martin.2012.
poem by Trade Martin
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Something Interseting Sestina #1
as long as you live, there is love
but in the recceses rise hate
all these words I draw with passion
with nothig to support me, except my faith
but to others my philosophy seems fake
so I go eat in a kitchen
build me a broken kitchen
that can be worsen by love
a kitchen that make all truth fake
one that is made whole with hate.
There I can vehemently laugh at those with faith,
there I have no time for passion
I have no time for you because you have no time for me dear passion
that's why you can't be a recipe in my kitchen
an the essence in my food is not threw faith
don't love
lie, loath, be livid, and hate
understand such rules with sincerity, don't be fake
yes I say that because the mind of the world is fake
no true passion
much mocked hate
but all is genuine and true in my kitchen
no false love
and lots of thrawted faith
tried faith
and to others this isn't fake
the situation is as real as love
and love as real as unforgiven passion
and both passion and love will destory my uncanny kitchen
which is established by raw hate
that word hate
miss understood by those that don't know the meaning of its faith
but all my creations thrives on it in my kitchen
and yes I will assure you no thing is fake
plus all creations are made without passon
and all creations in my kitchen are mained by love
So come in with hate, and finally take in all creation that's not fake
renew and change your faith, and here make lame all passion
in my kitchen, the place that no one love.
poem by Victoria Lee
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The things I love with a passion
I rock and roll with passion
I talk out my soul with a passion
I eat good food with passion
I defeat bad mood with a passion
I sleep well with passion
I weep hell with a passion
I dream endlessly with passion
I gleam ceaselessly with a passion
I aim for money with passion
I do the same for honey with a passion
I listen carefully with passion
I glisten dutifully with a passion
I search for fame with passion
I research to blame with a passion
I walk everyday with passion
I talk and play with a passion
I embrace life with passion
I face nightlife with a passion
I laugh out with passion
I chaffe about with a passion
I cook with others with passion
I look at mothers with a passion
I touch gently with passion
I clutch tightly with a passion
I work hard with a passion
I rock mad with a passion
I gear up goals with passion
I stir up roles with a passion
I make friends with passion
I take weekends with a passion
I love kissing with passion
I love teasing with a passion
I make love with passion
I take from above with a passion
If push comes to shove
Label me old fashioned
For these are things I caption
In life with all my passion
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
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Smokescreens 0320
Pretence retains no sense if at a click
affections disappear, mere scaffold built
around presumptions biased, slick, or sick,
faith wraith evaporating in a jilt.
Is Love prestidigitation, magic trick,
or sleight of mind trumps leads to feed life's game
sweeping senses in an augenblick,
Chance challenge, [h]alter-wring Fate's altar aim?
Is Love fidelity through thin and thick,
or contact flashed force source above Earth's fame?
Could Heaven's hand conspire to trim time's wick,
to breath, bequeath eternal force, faith's flame?
Is Love emotion's funnel, fiery, flick
channelled through some prior karmic claim,
lack doubled back from loved-one double quick,
reflecting smoke stack wrack flack whence it came?
Are Love's cards dealt by Chance? hearts in the mood?
Are answers logic lists a_miss_construed?
(3 May 2010)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Where Is My Passion
Where is my passion
Far too much pain
Where is my passion
Must I love in vain?
Where is my passion
I need must know
Where is my passion
I want so much to grow
Where is my passion
Lost in your lips
Where is my passion
I feel for your kiss
Where is my passion
Lost in your eyes
Where is my passion
Release me to fly
Where is my passion
There in your hands
Where is my passion
Touch me…expand
Where is my passion
Please…be a man
poem by Fleurette Elaine Harris
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A Girl Called Passion
Dreaming my life one day at a time,
Thinking of what I did was wrong or insane.
Thinking of you how you were always so true,
I know you was always in motions,
And someone told me you name is passion.
So I want you to know that I was born to love you,
Each day of my life is meant to be looking at the moon.
Love is like magic and it always will be,
My love still remains strong as never did.
Love works in ways that are passion and strange,
And there's nothing in life that love cannot change.
Passion can transform you Into beauty and splendour,
Your sweetness and grace can be always tender.
Your passion is unselfish, understanding and kind,
I love you with my heart and with my mind.
Your passion is the answer that everyone seeks,
Passion is the language, that every everyone speaks.
Dreaming my life one day at a time,
Thinking of what I did was wrong or insane.
Thinking of you how you were always so true,
I know you was always in motions,
And someone told me you name is passion.
poem by Gianni Pintus
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Love, Lust; Passion
Love is a complicated word,
Love and Lust can be misunderstood,
Lust is Red, always hungry for more,
Love is white, and as pure as Angels wings,
Feeling both at the same time can be magical,
Emotions take over your hopeful body,
Your soul filling with Star Dust and Twilight wonders,
Lust can be ignored,
Love can be forgotton,
But together, they are a Need,
Love and Lust, ever feel it? Its known as passion,
If you have Passion,
You are very lucky,
I feel it, Love, Lust; Passion,
But he does not,
I am floating alone along my own Milky Way,
Hoping, praying, one day,
He will feel my Passion,
Hear my Heart,
And float eagerly along my way.
poem by Jodie Louise Pollock
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Without passion
I think and thought
i hoped and wished
i cried and mourned
i yelled and laughed
i screamed in excitement
then i realised it was passion.
Passion is strong
it is intense
it is a great feelin of emotion
love, hate, desire, enthusiasm, fondness, zeal, affection and ardor.
A man without passion is like a man without life.
Yes, i pride in myself, i have life because
i have passion,
i know love
i show affection
i know what it is to be fond of
i can give warmth
i am full of ardor.
Just when i was begining to be exalted by my feelings you came into my life,
i found you in my soul
then i knew what i claimed was passion, was nothing compared to what you gave me.
I came to realise that passion wasn't anything else but a woman.And not just any woman, it was you.
Then i remembered 'a man without passion is a man without life.Without you i'm incomplete, without passion i have no life
Now i can boast of passion of love of life.
Because i have you.
Complain (What I Hate)
I hate your friend
I hate the scorn
I hate the fact my heart is torn
I hate you for showing me love
when reality is that you are involved
I hate that I come between you two
I hate your friend for hating me
I hate that i'm so attracting
I hate feeling this way for you
way you touch and hold me, feels like heaven
I hate it but the reality is I love you
Stories on end of the romance shared
love leads us back to day one
I hate loving you all over again
I hate that I can't love you as I want
I hate that fate leaves us with no chance
I'd fantasized of a true romance
I hate the fact that you're not mine
This is no fun because you're involved
I hate that I love you so much
I hate that I yearn to feel your touch
I hate it but could never deny my love
I'm hanging on, just can't get enough
I hate being in love with you
when you belong to someone else
I'm aware you feel zero affection
when it's I who you love the most
I hate the circumstances that's a hindrance to our happiness
poem by Marcquiese Burrell
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Who Needs Love?
Passion and lust takes my mind
as I see you in the morning light
as my heart beats like a drum
even your breathing excites me
A passion spell have thou spun on me?
You made me offer my soul
gladly to the devil, for one embrace
one wet kiss, would be my eternal bliss.
All day, thoughts of you tease me
for when I taste you, I live again.
So long a fool, I waited for love
when all I needed was passion.
Passion from your body
warms me to the bone.
Passion from your words
engorges the vessels in my brain.
Nights in your arms, steeped in sweat
burning tensely within your body
waiting for the flood to overflow
as passion drowns the ache for love.
poem by Nicky McNeil
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Passion is a criminal
The whole Commission Of Romance
is a stitch-up joint operation by
Senior members of The Love Police
Who have ganged up to make sure
This our romance does not proceed
Lift your head and see who has come in
Thus old Passion is their star witness
Passion cannot be trusted my lady
Passion is a criminal and the full
might of the law must be unleashed to
Bring steamy wild Passion under control
Such mild measures like priestly
Intervention vis-a-vis their surveillance
Are bound to bounce back and fail
They are not enough to catch Passion
And convict him and give him his just
Earned and deserved life sentence and
Of greater importance is to arrest
him and without the lengthy to and fro
Frothy fruitless arguments of the jurists
We must hence and apprehend Passion
And set him adrift in the sea to find
His one way to the Dreamland of Love Land
And banish him there among the new lovers
And only thus will the new passion
Settle in our hearts and true love will
Come to us in the absence of the old flame
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Don't Let This Moment End
Come with me my love, let's run away,
Give me your hand to hold and have trust in me,
I'm gonna take you to a place of dreams,
Where our love is safe and lives in harmony.
I would tame the time and make it stop,
I would treasure each moment with you deep in my heart,
A moment with you is so priceless, unique,
I won't lose those precious moments to keep.
We'll spend together our moments of love,
Adventuring in a world we never knew before,
Wild nights are coming to set us free,
I'll see in your eyes your passion burning for me.
My passions are kept in my heart, waiting for you to explore,
In lust, love and romance, but only you can set them free,
Be with me and share the night, my heart is calling out your passion,
I want to hold your love forever, don't let this moment end.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Love is hate
Love is hate
Teaches to hate greed and lust
Love is passion
It is played with full affection
Love is companion
It teaches to live together
Love is care
If the game is kept fair
Love is compromise
When made lives become paradise
Love is delight
When avoided doubt
Love is sacrifice
and it is made in complete silence
Love is sweet pain
No matter whether you lose and win
Love is nice beautiful
When partners are faithful
poem by Abdul Wahab
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My Heart Burns and Melts
My heart burns and melts with a pain and sickness
unlike this world has seen
for the tears and cries and pain and hurt of loved ones
my heart burns and melts with the ugliness which paints this world
a gloomy gray for the greed, violence, hate, and prejudice
which plaques our world
my heart burns and melts for the tired, hungry, weak, and poor
for the wars that slaughters billions and families
that are torn apart by lust and greed and jealously and hate
my heart burns and melts with a passion as strong as incense
as we live our lives in sin and vain without a care in the world
for the world we live in is cold as ice and the world is dark as pitch
for my heart burns and melts with a passion of pain and sadness
as my heart burns and melts like ice
for my heart burns and melts for the sick and needy of the world
for the broken hearts out there who need healing
for my heart burns and melts with a passion as strong as love itself
in hoping that one day the world will a happier place
enriched in golden bliss of happiness and peace on earth
for my heart burns with a passion for a dream
that's as sweet as love itself in all its beauty
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Cacophony
We all have desires, wishes
Things that sometimes keep us running
If we try to ignore these then we live only
According to logic. We try to rule out what
Is known as passion. But why?
Why would anyone try to live a life that is...
Passionless? Well, it is hard to prove that it
Exist, especially if you wish to have it and
Another doesn't acknowledge it. I would like
To recommend living everyday to the fullest
With passion.
Without passion artists would never have created
Such splendid works, created such lyrics, wrote such
Books that takes us all so far away from where we are
Passion allows us to live another life. In fact, it may
Just happen to take over one's life.
That is why so many live passionless. They fear that
It will take over all logic-it doesn't. It only makes
Life more splendid. Love without passion
Is not love at all. It is easy to remember and give a call
To your beloved. Sing them a lovely tune-
If that is how love makes you feel.
Silly. Very silly, but all in the name of passion.
The second you first fall in love is an important event.
It is not something that is to pass fast and go all spent.
But rather so passionate that one must remember to
Save and cherish this passion and keep the flames from
Burning out. Alpha and omega; forever and ever.
To save the love from beginning to end:
One just must remember to not let
The words change into only words.
Or favors turn into mutual agreements.
Because in passion all things are done in love
'Without any if and or buts about it! '
So live life passionately with all the love you can offer
If you feel you haven't any to offer, that is not so
It is an easy thing to do, just give the next person that walks by
A big smile, and there is no telling just why, but
Simply because you live a llife full of passion. A word that is
Hard to define, but when experienced and expressed
It is easy to understand.
When looking for love, stop. don't search. It is looking for you.
Let the cacophony continue until it's sound and love has you found.
poem by Amanda May Moore
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The Screams Of Passion
Performed by the family
{from the family (1985)}
Woah, no. woah, yeah.
Woah, no, woah no, yeah, yeah
Theres a gentle autumn breeze
That blows whenever we be lyin
Lyin in my bed
The moon appears and disappears
U look at me, my clothes I quickly
I quickly shed
The curtains dance a minuet
Autumn plays the music baby
Come on hold my hand
Leaves are fallin velvet splash
Only u and I can under
Only u can understand
The sunlight draws a picture
Through the silky lace that hangs above your
Hangs above your door
A picture that is waving
That is seems to be with every thrust
U make me beg for more
A robin sings a masterpiece
That lives and dies unheard
For screams of passion
A sound produced by two in love (oh, two in love)
Curtains dance and autumn plays on (and on and on)
The screams of passion
All I hear in my [head/hair]
Echoing like a volcano baby
The screams of passion
Back and forth the raging seas of lust
I want u madly
Cant u tell, cant u tell
Cant u tell, cant u tell, ow!
Take me in your arms, oh baby
The crime is done
Id rather die here in your
Screams of passion (woah, hold me now, baby)
Tell me that u [want/love] me (tell me that u [want/love] me)
Is it sunday or is it passion?
The screams of passion (the screams of passion, yeah)
The screams of... the screams of...
The screams of passion (passion)
Yeah! (shhh, not so loud, baby)
Yeah! (shhh, shhh)
The screams of passion
The screams of passion
The screams of passion
The screams of... the screams of...
The screams of passion
The screams of passion
Back and forth the raging seas of lust
Raging, raging (the screams of passion)
U know I want u madly, baby
Why cant u tell?
Is it sunday?
I thought I heard a churchbell (or was it passion? )
Passion (yeah, yeah)
Passion
The screams of passion
Whatd u say baby?
Excuse me but is that your passion?
Do u want my passion?
Do u want my passion?
If u want my love
If u want my body baby
Let me hear u... let me hear u... let...
Let me hear u scream
I want some passion
U know what Im talkin about baby?
I want some passion
U got that baby?
I want some passion
Passion
song performed by by Prince
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Plastic Passion
Plastic passion is a hard to handle
Plastic passion is a sold out scandal
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is the ladies lover
Plastic passion is the marble mother
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a diamond delight
Plastic passion is the nadir of night
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a hycoscine heart
Plastic passion is a transparent tart
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a gold guarantee
The plastic passion is murdering me
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
song performed by by Cure
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The Passion Principle
Passion, passion, passion!
The passionate principle of my love to my lover;
I have been missing you my sweet one.
Every night i do sleep and dream of you,
Every day i do pray and remember you;
Like in every movement of mine withouit you.
This is the passion principle to my heart,
This is the love that feels my soul!
My love, my heart and my mind are always on you;
For i have been missing you my sweet one.
My lover where are you?
I need you beside me;
You are the winning urge to push me on,
And i have been thinking of you.
Passion, passion, passion!
You are to push me through the rough trials of life;
Like the passionate love beside the still waters.
We don't need to hide from each other,
For every move i make is towards you;
You are still in my heart,
You are still on my mind,
For your passionate principle are destined to me;
I have been missing you my sweet one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Passion
(rod stewart / chen, savigar, cregan, grainger)
Somebody somewhere
In the heat of the night
Looking pretty dangerous
Running out of patience
Tonight in the city
You wont find any pity
Hearts are being twisted
Another lover cheated, cheated
In the bars and the cafes, passion
In the streets and the alleys, passion
A lot of pretending, passion
Everybody searching, passion
Once in love youre never out of danger
One hot night spent with a stranger
All you wanted was somebody to hold on to yeah
Passion, passion
Passion, passion
New york, moscow, passion
Hong kong, tokyo, passion
Paris and bangkok, passion
A lotta people aint got, passion
Hear it in the radio, passion
Read it in the papers, passion
Hear it in the churches, passion
See it in the school yards, passion
Once in love youre never out of danger
One hot night spent with a stranger
All you wanted was somebody to hold on to yeah
Once in love youre never out of danger
One hot night spent with a stranger
All you wanted was somebody to hold on to yeah
Alone in your bed at night, passion
Its half past midnight, passion
As you turn out your sidelight, passion
Something aint right, passion
Theres no passion, theres no passion
Theres no passion, I need passion
You need passion, we need passion
Cant live without passion
Wont live without passion
Even the president needs passion
Everybody I know needs some passion
Some people die and kill for passion
Nobody admits they need passion
Some people are scared of passion
Yeah passion
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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